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"My name's Melissa Martinez. A lady at the registrar's office at the college, Mrs. Riley, gave me your name and address. She said you might have rooms to rent to college students." "Annie Riley, yes. Come in." I led the young lady into my den where I was working on a manuscript. "I just made a pot of tea. Would you care for a cup?" "Yes, thank you, Mr. Henderson." Her strong accent suggested she was from a Spanish- speaking family. "Tenga un asiento, Sra. Martínez. Voy a estar a derecho." She looked a little surprised. Gracias, Sr. Henderson." Since my wife died several years earlier and my sons were now grown and had children of their own, some of whom had made me a grandfather, I rented spare rooms in my home to students, but not just any students. The first year I did it I learned some hard lessons. Now I limited it to two students and made sure they understood exactly what I expected of them. I wasn't particular whether they were women or men as long as they stuck to the rules. As I entered the den with the tray, the young lady was looking over the books on the wall shelves. "Here we are. I Hope you like Earl Grey." "I love it. Thank you. What a wonderful book collection." "Thanks. I used to teach English Literature at the college. Now I write." "Really? That's going to be my major." "Well, I hope you're planning to teach because that's about all your degree will be good for" "Yep, that's my plan." "OK, Melissa: May I call you Melissa? Let's talk about this room you want to rent. First of all, the only person who knows that I do this is Annie and she never refers anyone to me unless she thinks they're a good prospect. I've already rented one of the rooms to a young lady from Viet Nam. I should tell you up front that I have some pretty stringent house rules that I insist on and I don't tolerate infractions. My intention is that whoever rents the room feels safe, comfortable and at home. If that sense is disturbed in any way, the disturber gets to look for a room somewhere else. Sorry if I sound harsh but I've learned that it's best to be up front." "No, Mr. Henderson, it doesn't sound too harsh at all. In fact, that's exactly what I want. I'm not in school to party." "That's good to hear. Can you tell me a little bit about yourself, Melissa?" Melissa looked uncomfortable and a little embarrassed. "Well, um, I'm twenty-six years old, kind of a late starter. I dropped out of high school in the tenth grade. I'll be strait with you, Mr. Henderson, because I don't want you to run into any surprises. Annie said that if I lied to you in any way, there was no chance I'd get a room, so here's the truth. I was in trouble with the law for several years; you know, drugs, booze, whatever. A couple of years ago I almost died of an OD and it finally soaked into my head that if I expected my life to count for anything, I needed to change directions and fast. I completed my GED last year and got accepted here for the fall term. That's it in a nutshell. I guess I'll understand if I'm too much of a risk for you." "Melissa, the person who is too much of a risk is the person who doesn't tell me the truth. I already knew about your police record because Annie called and told me about you. Annie is very good at reading people and she thought I should give you serious consideration. If you hadn't been strait with me, I'd be showing you the door. Let's go look at the room." I thought I heard a little sigh of relief. We walked to the opposite wing of the house. There were three bedrooms and a large bath connecting two of them, the two I rented. They were furnished with a double bed, a loveseat and a comfortable chair, a large bureau and dresser, a nice desk with an office chair and a floor to ceiling bookcase. Both had walk-in closets. The bath had a shower and a separate spa as well as a two-place vanity. The third bedroom across the hall was set up as an exercise room with a treadmill, an elliptical runner and a weight machine. "Mr. Henderson, this is beautiful. I'm beginning to wonder if I can afford it." "Let's talk about other things before we discuss price. I live on the other side of the house and I don't keep track of the renter's comings and goings. There's no curfew but I expect renters to be considerate of everyone else's peace and quiet. Because of the relatively intimate nature of the arrangements, I don't allow overnight guests without my consent. If you're having romantic relations with anyone, I would prefer it be at their residence and not ours. Any questions so far?" "No, none at all." "Renters have full access to any part of the house except my bedroom and my den. There are two refrigerators in the kitchen, one is mine and the other one is shared by the renters. The cooktop is magnetic induction so I usually have to show people how to use it. There's a laundry room through the kitchen. I don't provide maid service. We're all equally responsible for household chores. Of course I take care of any maintenance issues. I expect renters to keep their rooms reasonably clean. I don't do surprise inspections but if I get any indication that the room is going downhill, I'll give one warning and then it's out the door. If there's a mess, I expect it to be cleaned up immediately, not the next day. Oh, do you have a cell phone?" "Yes." "Good. So you wouldn't need to have phone service installed. There's an internet outlet near the desk or you can use the wireless access. So, what do you think, Melissa?" "I love it Mr. Henderson, but like I said, I'm wondering if I can afford it." "Would you agree to all the rules if I were to rent it to you?" "Of course. I couldn't ask for anything more fair." "How much did you budget for room rental?" "Well, I was hoping I could find something for under four hundred." "You can have it for three hundred with the understanding that you're out immediately if we have any irreconcilable differences. I would expect you to sign a lease agreement to that effect." "Wow! That's great, Mr. Henderson. Show me the dotted line! When can I move in?" "Whenever you want. Come on, let's get you a key and sign the lease." *** Melissa moved in the same evening. It didn't take long since all her worldly possessions fit into the trunk of her car. I helped carry her belongings to her room and then knocked on the door of the other renter. "Xin chào, Huế. Đây là Melissa, hàng xóm mới của bạn. Melissa, this is Hue Trang. I'm going to send out for pizza for dinner so you two get acquainted and I'll call you when it gets here." Hue laughed as Melissa stared at me with her mouth open. "How many languages do you speak?" "Several. Seems I was blessed with a natural facility with languages. The reason I demonstrate them to new renters is to avoid any embarrassment that might crop up when they converse in languages other than English. If they don't want me to understand what they are saying, they shouldn't be saying it in my presence." Dinner was pleasant. The two young women seemed to hit it off immediately. They talked animatedly about schools, clothes, movie stars and the cute guys they hoped to meet at school. Since I didn't have anything worthwhile to contribute to the conversation, I just smiled and nodded and refilled iced tea glasses. "Ladies, I'll be working for the rest of the evening in my den if you need anything. I'd appreciate it if you would clean up. Good night." About eleven that night, I was in the kitchen pouring the one scotch on the rocks I allowed myself per day when Melissa came in to get a glass of water. We both got a surprised; she because I was there and I because all she was wearing was sheer bikini panties and a sports bra clearly defining the details of her breasts. "Oh! I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson, I didn't know you were in here." She turned and quickly left the room, returning in a knee-length flannel robe. "I'm so embarrassed. I promise I'll keep myself covered up when I'm walking around the house from now on." "Thanks, I'd appreciate that, Melissa. There's no need to be embarrassed, though. Just try to keep in mind that even old men are still hormonally programmed to be affected by the sight and proximity of a beautiful woman. No harm, no foul." As the school term got underway and the weeks passed, Hue and Melissa fell into their routines. Both dated occasionally but they were serious students and didn't get caught up in the party scene. We usually saw each other in the evenings when they were home studying. I worked out in the exercise room in the mornings and would sometimes be joined by Melissa when she did a half hour on the treadmill while I did weights and the elliptical runner. Hue wasn't much into the physical fitness culture. It was obvious Melissa was in pretty good condition because the half hour run hardly increased her breathing rate. Conversation usually didn't amount to much more than idle chatter. I studiedly avoided anything but the briefest glances at her but sometimes it wasn't easy since she always wore short shorts and a sports bra that became very revealing when she got sweaty. *** One morning as I was doing my sit-ups, she asked, "Do you mind if I ask how old you are, Mr. Henderson?" After I finished my set, I smiled and said, "I'd feel more comfortable it you called me James or Jim or Jimmy. Since we live in the same house, Mr. Henderson seems a little too formal. And no, I don't mind your asking. I was seventy last week." "No way! Really? You sure don't look it. You're in better physical shape than most of the guys at school. I would have guessed maybe sixty, tops. "Thank you, Melissa, that's a very nice compliment. Actually, when I retired five years ago I was at least fifty pounds overweight. Then I had this epiphany; if the rest of my life was to have any real quality, I needed to take much better care of myself. That's when I bought all this equipment. I knew my knees were in bad shape but that really came home to roost the first fifteen minutes on the treadmill. That's why I bought the elliptical runner … no impact. I also changed my diet completely. That pizza we had the night you moved in was a rare exception." "Well, whatever you're doing, you should keep on doing it because you look great." "Thanks again. You look pretty great yourself. What got you on the physical fitness wagon?" "The booze and dope were messing me up big time. Kind of like your epiphany I guess. If I was going to make it to age thirty, I needed to live a different kind of life." "Congratulations on making the right choices, Melissa. I think you'll do well." "Thanks, Mr... err, Jim." *** I was standing on a short stepladder painting some trim above the back door when Melissa opened it suddenly from the outside. The ladder tipped and I fell, catching my weight on my left hand. I felt a searing pain shoot across my shoulders and down my arm. "Oh my god! Jim, are you all right? Are you hurt?" Taking the offered hand up, I groaned, "I think I messed up my shoulder but I'll live." "Oh, Jim, I'm so sorry." "Not your fault, Melissa. I should have locked that door before I climbed onto the ladder. You couldn't know I was there." I was on my feet and testing the range of motion in my shoulder. I was pretty limited and hurt like hell. "Do you need to see a doctor? I'd be happy to drive you." I could see she was really worried, nearly in tears. "Don't be upset, Melissa. I'll just let it rest for a while and then decide if I need to see a doc. Just be glad I wasn't holding the paint can because I would have asked you to clean it up." After she decided I was joking we laughed. Within a half hour the shoulder was so stiff and sore I couldn't raise my arm so I knew that, at the very least, I had a bad bruise and maybe some bleeding in the AC joint. With Melissa's help, we rigged a sling so my arm didn't just dangle at my side. A couple of ibuprofen helped with the pain. When Hue got home, she and Melissa dawned their Florence Nightingale personas and bustled around me like I was on death's door. They planted me in my recliner, cooked my dinner and even finished painting the trim over the back door. I appreciated their efforts but I'm afraid I'm not a very good patient. "Will you two please get on with your lives? I thank you for your concern and kindness but I've been hurt much worse than this. I'll be fine!" Looking very much like Tinkerbelle defying Peter Pan, Hue planted herself in front of me with her hands on her hips. "Look here, Mr. Jim Henderson, you do things for us all the time and treat us like your own family. If you think we are going to let this chance for a payback get away from us, you are in error. Melissa is filling the spa with hot water and you are going to sit in it and rest that shoulder. Now we are going to your room so you can put on bathing trunks." She would brook no opposition. She waited outside the door as I undressed and got into a baggy pair of trunks that were practically knee-length. She took my right hand and let me through the house to the spa and helped me into the steaming hot water. "You just relax, Jim. We'll be right back." About two minutes later, she and Melissa came into the bathroom wearing very skimpy two-piece bathing suits and climbed into the spa with me. What a stroke of luck that I had opted for baggy trunks. The spa was big but it wasn't all that big. We couldn't help bumping and rubbing against each other as we moved around. Melissa began to massage the shoulder gently while passively moving the arm up and down. It hurt like hell at first but with the heat it began to loosen up and feel a little better. Melissa grinned wickedly as she said, "I don't think I mentioned that when I was a bad girl, I sometimes worked as a massage therapist. Sometimes I even did massages." I began to wonder where this was going. I glanced at Hue to see if she had caught the implication of Melissa's remark. She laughed and said she and Melissa had already shared all their secrets and that she was not a complete stranger to naughty behavior either. To emphasize the point, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Melissa was brushing her breasts against me as she rubbed my back and then my chest. This was more than your standard TLC. Against my will, I was becoming aroused. It's not like men suddenly become impotent at the age of seventy, but this was more stimulation than I had been exposed to in a very long time and I popped an erection like a sixteen year old. I knew they were teasing me and I began to feel a little ridiculous. "Girls, please! This is all very entertaining for you but I have to tell you that it's making me uncomfortable. I'm an old man but I'm not a dirty old man. There's no way you can be sexually attracted to me but your getting me all worked up and it isn't fair. I don't enjoy being the object of jokes or pity." I tried to get out of the spa but I wasn't very successful one- handing it. Melissa took my face in her hands and turned it to hers, apparently a little miffed. "What do you mean we can't be sexually attracted to you? If you think for one minute that we would ever make fun of you, you're way off base. For a man who's lived seventy years, you don't seem to know much about what women find desirable." Her expression softened as she said, "Jim, you are a dear, kind, sweet man who also happens to be pretty darned good looking. What's not to like? Even in those baggy trunks, we can see that you have a pretty impressive erection and we don't intend for it to go to waste. And yes, this is a conspiracy, so just let biology have its way and enjoy it." Hue added, "Please, Jim. Melissa and I talked about this. We do not wish to be disrespectful in any way. We only wish to give you pleasure. You must understand that we offer ourselves out of love for you, not out of pity. There are no conditions attached to what we give you. Chúng ta vinh danh với các cơ quan của chúng tôi." It took me a few moments to translate that in my head. It means "We honor you with our bodies." Now I was both touched and embarrassed. "I don't know what to say. I'm sorry if I misread your intentions; it's just that this is about the last thing I would ever have expected." With that, Melissa and Hue stood and began to remove their bikinis. Hue's breasts were small and beautifully shaped, accented with small pinkish-brown aureoles and nipples. Melissa's were full, heavy and firm. Both had black pubic hair but while Melissa's was a dense, curly bush, Hue's was sparser with strait hair. They dropped their bikinis on the floor outside the spa. Melissa reached under my arms and helped me rise up as Hue slid my trunks off revealing my highly excited cock. "My, my, Jim! Your wife must have been a happy woman!" Hue cooed as she gripped my engorged member with her tiny hand and began slowly stroking up and down the shaft. Melissa knelt between my knees and leaned forward placing a pink-tipped breast against my face. I took her nipple between my lips, flicking it with the end of my tongue. She placed my right hand between her legs and slid it back and forth over her swollen labia. I was experiencing sensations that I believed were a part of the past, never to be enjoyed again. She leaned sideways and kissed Hue in a way that told me they were more than casual friends. It only added to my own excitement. "Look, girls. I'm afraid someone is going to get hurl maneuvering around in this tub. If we're really going to do this thing, could we go to my bedroom? I have a king- size bed, plenty of room for all of us." "Great idea!" Melissa laughed. She and Hue stepped out and then held onto my arms as I sat on the edge and then swung my legs over. They wrapped us all in warm towels and led the way to my room. Melissa crawled under the blankets first and patted the bed beside her in invitation. Lying between the two of them, I felt like a kid about to experience sex for the first time; I didn't know where to begin. I was a little surprised that my penis hadn't lost any of its enthusiasm. I was actually trembling as Melissa took the shaft in her hand and slipped her mouth over the head and about half of my length. As Hue nudged me onto my side and lifted my head onto her thigh with my mouth within licking distance of her sex, I moaned as a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. I hoped she thought it was in anticipation of pleasure. As I began to tease her wet, rigid labia with my tongue, she completed the triangle by pressing her face into Melissa's bush and licking her passionately. Melissa teased and sucked me like a pro. Come to think of it, I guess for a while, she was just that. She seemed to know exactly when to stop and when to squeeze down on my shaft, delaying the inevitable explosion. Amid the sighs, grunts, groans and moans, we kept this up for a good fifteen minutes. When I thought I couldn't hold off any longer, Melissa pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips, guiding my cock into her opening and then sliding down the entire length until I was pushing against her cervix. "Oh god, Jim! You fill me all the way up." As I began thrusting my cock into her with everything I had, Hue straddled my head (carefully avoiding any contact with my shoulder) and lowered herself onto my waiting tongue, making little whimpering noises as I licked and sucked her clitoris. We all climaxed within seconds of each other, me shooting a load of semen into Melissa's depths that I had no idea I was capable of, Melissa clamping down on me and releasing a flood of juices that ran down my cock and dripped off my balls wetting the sheets under me and Hue actually spraying my face with her aromatic flow. We lay beside each other as we caught our breath. I silently thanked whatever gods there might be for every second I spent working out and staying fit. Melissa raised up onto an elbow and looked intently at me as she traced her fingers through the hair on my chest. "Jim, any woman would love to be made love to by a man like you. Will you allow Hue or I to share your bed from time to time?" "I'm afraid I still have an old fashioned sense of morality. You both know I can't ask you for sex. It would be so wrong of me to do that." "That's why we want to do it, Jim. Because you would never feel that it was your right and you would never abuse our relationship." I thought hard about it for a few minutes. "Hue, Melissa, you can't know how grateful I am for giving me a gift that I thought I would never experience again. If the mood and circumstances are right, nothing would please me more than to make love to you. I will never knock on your door for that reason but I will welcome either or both of you to my bed, whether or not we make love. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 72