I had typed all this up and printed it out, and we both signed it. She was grinning. “This is great. Can I move in tomorrow?”
I handed her a key. “Absolutely. Welcome.”
—-
It took some getting used to, having someone else in the house again. Sometimes she startled me just being there. I’d see her in the hallway, or hear a noise from her room, and I’d have to remind myself she lived there.
She didn’t have much in the way of things. I helped her unload her stuff from her beat-up old car. Everything she had fit into a suitcase, a laundry bag, a couple of boxes and a few bags. She didn’t ask to paint the bedroom walls, and I wouldn’t have let her even if she asked, but she did use a little tape to hang a couple of posters.
After I got used to her being there, I also had to not stare. That was much harder. Amber had the body of a model. What’s more, she tended to walk around the house in either form fitting leggings or tiny shorts. She’d usually go to classes wearing more, but if she was home studying or relaxing, it was usually shorts and an old t-shirt that may have been a little small for her ample chest. I guessed C cups, pushing D.
The most exciting moment for me was walking into the upstairs hallway as Amber came out of the bathroom, in nothing but a towel. She froze when she saw me standing there. We both mumbled a quick sorry, and she ran into her bedroom. But the image remained etched into my memory, and I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I went to my own bedroom and quietly jacked off, thinking about the young goddess, naked in my house. It was the first time I’d done that while thinking of her, and it wouldn’t be the last.
—-
Besides that, she was an ideal renter. She kept things clean, she was quiet, and when we talked, I found we had a few things in common. I did find out a few details about her life, when she was willing to share. The reason she was 21 and still a sophomore was she hadn’t had much success in high school, so she worked during a gap year and did some community college classes to catch up. She was majoring in history, but wasn’t very into international history as she was into United States history. She enjoyed reading about post-Civil War things, like presidents and laws, and settling in the west, and early industry and technology.
She had mentioned a brother a couple of times, and I finally got the story out of her over dinner. “He died,” she told me. “Last year. His name was Arthur, but I called him Artie. I was living with him. That’s how I ended up in the dorms this fall.”
“I’m sorry. If you don’t mind me asking, what was it?”
“Drunk driver. Not him, the other car,” she said quietly. “I stopped drinking after that.”
“What about your parents?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Dad was gone long ago. Mom was, well, she kicked me out at 18.”
“Wow,” I told her. “You’re lucky to still be in school. Most kids in your situation would have dropped out, doing who knows what, maybe even living in the streets.”
“I know,” Amber said with a sad smile. “I know I’m lucky. Artie left me with a good amount of money. And it helps that I found your ad. Most places are charging more. You’re helping me save a little money.”
I rubbed my chin. I’ve found I always do that when I have an idea. “What if I knock a little more off?” I asked. “You could help with some house cleaning, maybe do some of the grocery shopping for me. If you did, I could maybe do $400 a month.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really? That would help a lot. I could definitely use it.”
So, after only a few weeks of living with me, we altered the agreement and added some household chores, in exchange for a little discount on the rent. It made me happy to see her happy.
—-
A couple days after that, I was taking a break from work and doing my laundry. I dropped a sock between the two machines, and when I reached down to pick it up, I also picked up an item that wasn’t a sock. Not recognizing the bundle of cloth, I unfurled it and realized it was underwear. Not mine, obviously. A small black thong. As they dangled from my finger, I saw a small red rose adorned the outside of the front. Shocked, I dropped it onto the top of the dryer. Clearly, Amber had misplaced it.
Questions spun through my head. What do I do with it? Do I put it back between the machines and pretend I never saw it? Do I give it back? Then she’d know I saw them. Do I sneak it back into her room? No, that would mean entering her room without permission.
I didn’t even know if they were clean or dirty. I picked them up again. There weren’t obvious signs of being dirty, but the cotton was black, and wouldn’t show dirt anyway. Only one method popped into my head to test if they had been worn or washed. I peeked my head from the laundry room, but remembered Amber was in class. I slowly lifted them to my nose.
Worn. They didn’t smell like detergent or fabric softener. They smelled like her body. The perfect combination of perfume and pussy. It smelled like heaven.
Suddenly, I heard the kitchen door open and close. Amber was home! I stuffed the thong into my pocket to hide it away, then started my laundry.
She appeared at the door of the room. “Hi. Class got out early today.”
“I see. What’s the plan for tonight? Anything fun?”
She frowned. “Midterms are coming up. I gotta study.”
“Okay,” I nodded. “How about studying for a few hours, then dinner? I can help quiz you afterwards.”
Amber’s frown quickly brightened into her beautiful smile. “Sounds perfect. Thanks!” Then she disappeared, taking her bookbag upstairs.
I sighed in relief. I briefly contemplated taking the thong upstairs and doing unspeakable things to it, but I couldn’t take that risk. My best option, I decided, was to remove them from my pocket and drop them back between the machines where I found them.
Amber did a load of laundry that night. When I looked the next day, the panties were gone.
—-
I couldn’t help but fantasize about this beautiful young woman who was living in my house. My libido had been dormant for a year. Well, to be honest, more than that, since my ex-wife and I hadn’t been having sex for a long while before the divorce. But now I seemed to be horny every time I was around her. I had to constantly focus every time she was nearby, so I wasn’t showing an obvious boner.
A few days after the thong incident, I was taking a walk past campus and spotted Amber sitting on a bench with a female friend with black wavy hair. Their backs were to me, but I’d recognize Amber’s fine body anywhere by now. The friend was obviously teasing Amber about something. I walked a little closer and heard a bit of their conversation.
“So tell me about this guy. You keep gushing about him.”
Amber blushed. “He’s super nice, and kinda hot, but he’s a few years older than me. I don’t think he’d be interested in me.”
“Are you kidding? What man wouldn’t want you?” The friend spotted me nearby. “Even that old guy probably wants you.”
Amber turned to look and saw me. Her blush intensified, covering more of her face. “Oh my God, that’s my landlord.” She waved me over, so I walked closer to them. “Sam, this is Fallon,” Amber introduced us. “Fallon, this is Sam, my landlord.”