I had been looking for a place to stay for about a week, but there was few places on the market for rent, and I knew I could not afford a place of my own. So I found myself trawling through the adverts in the local newspapers. One advert caught my eye and made me smile. It was a rare occurrence. It read:
“Lodger required, male or female, rent £500pcm could be reduced for the right person! Tel:07254362534 to make an arrangement and speak to Laura or Jerry.”
The exclamation mark at the end of the first sentence said it all to me, and it made me wonder what they meant by ‘right person.” Only one way to find out I thought, so I picked up the phone and rang the number.
A woman answered the phone and we started talking about the rental advert she had placed in the newspaper. She was insistent that I come round and have a look before anyone decided anything. It was arranged for 7pm that evening.
I have a tendency to always turn up on time. So at seven precisely, I rang the doorbell of twenty four Acacia Avenue, a larger than normal three-bedroomed terraced house that looked pretty good and well kept from the outside.
The door opened and it was Laura. I mentioned my name and she immediately motioned me to enter their house. Her husband Jerry was right behind her as she moved aside to let me in. Jerry extended his hand and I shook it. Laura placed her hand on my back and ushered me inside closing the door behind her. Laura looked to be in her early forties, while Jerry looked a little older, but not much.
We entered the lounge and I was amazed to find a huge mirror across the wall and over the fireplace. The seats were leather and looked luxurious. They had a large TV in one corner of the room and a cool HiFi at the other. The house looked immaculate and very well kept and for the price they were asking it was brilliant. What’s more I could afford it, and decided that I liked it even though I hadn’t seen the bedroom yet. I just hoped they liked me and we could come to some arrangement.
We chatted for a while and it was Laura that started showing me around the house. The kitchen was large and superbly equipped. There was a second lounge downstairs, it was smaller and only contained a sofa, a small TV and video recorder, and some furniture against one wall. Then it was upstairs to the bedroom.
I wondered for a moment why she was ushering me into their bedroom when she remarked that this would be mine. My mouth fell open.
“You‘re joking!” I exclaimed.
“No, this is the spare room, ours is cluttered up…” she smiled as she looked at me. “I take it you like it then.”
I nodded and said I did, very much. We made our way back down the stairs to the lounge and we just chatted away. They were obviously listening to everything I had to say about myself. Suddenly Laura and Jerry excused themselves and headed for the kitchen. I was not sure what they said to each other but they came back in smiling.
“We would like to offer you the room,” said Laura, “that is, if you would like it…” she commented.
I just smiled and nodded. I was very happy to accept and we agreed that I would move in the following week. I couldn’t wait. I left the house and completely forgot to ask about what she meant by the ‘right person.’ I guess there would be plenty of time for asking that question, I thought.
The following week I turned up with what little belongings I had accumulated in my relatively short life of twenty three years. Almost fresh out of college, all I had to my name were clothes and CDs. It was Laura that showed me to my room again and she even helped me with some of my belongings. I thought I caught her taking a sneak look inside the box of goodies that contained my music collection, but I didn’t mind in the slightest. I just knew I was going to like it here.
I had only been in the house four days when I made my way to the kitchen one evening to find Laura standing there making some coffee. She was topless, and sporting a small white skirt. I watched mesmerised by her large breasts as I watched them sway, firstly when she put the sugar in the cup, and secondly when she started to stir the coffee. I watched as she picked up the coffee and turned towards me.
I looked at her straight in the eyes and stuttered “I’m…ssssorry…”
“Oh Tom, don’t be, I‘m sorry,” she said, “just back from playing badminton, top was soaking wet so I just threw it in the washing machine along with my bra…” she explained.
“Come in,” she said. She watched me walk into the room, trying my best not to stare at her gorgeous and wonderful breasts. I saw her smile at my unease.
“Do you mind if I stay and just finish this coffee?” she asked.
I could hardly say no, and I half watched as Laura lounged in one of the chairs next to the table and leant back in it. Her breasts opened slightly and fell elegantly on either side of her. I watched as she lifted the mug to her lips and drank the coffee.
“Did you win?” I asked, trying my best to be easy and making the best of what I considered an awkward situation.
“No, we lost,” she replied, “but its not about the winning,” she informed me. As I made my coffee and evening meal, I noticed she was holding her coffee mug to her lips but not drinking out of it. She was looking over the top of it, at me. I was still trying not to stare at her, but every now and then I just had to steal a glance. She had the most gorgeous pair of breasts and a slim waist to go with them. While not tall, she had wonderful legs as well.
As I was finishing making my omelette and putting it on the plate, I wondered where I was going to sit. Laura made the decision for me.
“Come and sit here…” she said pointing to the chair opposite her. I wished it was one next to her then I wouldn’t have to look at her. As I sat, she crossed her arms in front of her with her mug of coffee in one hand. Her breasts rose upwards and nestled in her arms. Her nipples were erect. She crossed her legs and stared at me.
I ate my food quietly.
“You like my breasts…don’t you?” she finally asked me.
I looked up at her, the egg on my fork was about to go into my mouth and I nodded.