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                The Landlord

I was wasting a perfectly delightful Saturday
afternoon vacuuming the house when a bright idea hit
me. At least I thought it was bright. I asked myself,
why am I wasting every damn Saturday cleaning this
house? Why don't I get someone to do it for me? And
the really bright part of the idea was that I knew
where to get that someone.

Let me explain. My house is about a block from the
local two-year college. The college is a perfect place
for kids to finish their required classes at $100 a
semester before heading off to the University. No one
cares where you took History, just the name on that
final degree. Kids could cut the cost of their degree
in half.

My house has an efficiency apartment built above the
garage. One room with a bath but it's big enough that
it has a separate sleeping area and living area. It
connects to the main house through the pantry but also
has its own outside entrance.

Put one and one together and I get three, I mean two.
If I offer room and board in exchange for housework I
could spend my Saturdays having fun. And I sure as
hell could afford the extra groceries that I wasn't
going to have to shop for anymore! Yeah! Rents in this
part of the city were climbing astronomically so I was
sure some of the students had to be feeling the pinch.
There were 12,000 students going to the college. At
least one had to be interested in free rent. And if
the student was female, all the better. Be nice to
have a woman around the house again. It was getting
lonely rattling around in an empty house.

That's how I came to run an ad in the college paper.
Room and board, walking distance to the college, in
exchange for household duties. Fit the work around
your class schedule. That's also how I met Jillie. 

When she showed up for an interview I was stunned. My
first thought was, no way. She's too good looking to
be a live-in maid. But I went ahead and interviewed
her anyway. She had a small allowance from her dad's
insurance settlement to help her through college. She
had to graduate in four years or the money was cut
off. If she didn't have to pay room and board the
money would be plenty. This was perfect for her. She
seemed bright and eager. I couldn't think of a thing
wrong. 

I showed her around the house and explained what I
wanted. It sure as hell didn't need vacuuming every
day since I was only getting to it once a week now. I
liked to cook so I'd do that. She was free to join me
for dinner as long as she told me in advance. I wanted
her to do the shopping and she agreed. As we walked by
the pantry she looked out at the back yard. 

"You have a pool?" she asked.

"And a hot tub. You can use them," I answered. Her
face lit up with a big smile. I took her up to the
apartment. She looked around.

"Mr..."

"Please call me Mike," I said. "Mister is way too
formal."

"Mike. I really would like this job. I'll do a good
job. There's no way I can afford an apartment and
still go to school without having to work nearly full
time. That would take away from school. I'm worried
that if I get a full time job I won't be able to take
a full load and I won't get done in four years. I'll
lose the money then."

I thought for a second and decided, "Fine. We'll give
it a try." 

That smile beamed my way again as she bounced on her
toes. "Thank you. This is so cool. I couldn't park
this close to class. When can I move in?"

I laughed, "As soon as you're ready to start
vacuuming."

"Tomorrow?" 

I nodded.

                   *****

We quickly settled into a routine. I noticed that the
kitchen was always clean when I got home. The place
always seemed to be picked up and the dust bunnies
were permanently banished. Once a week clean clothes
would show up in a basket on my bed. They weren't
ironed but this was still way better than getting up
on a Monday morning and finding the underwear drawer
completely empty which had happened a few times. I'd
leave a shopping list on the fridge adding things as I
thought of them. I opened a household account and got
her a debit card. I never put more than a couple
hundred in the account, just in case. The withdrawals
always matched the receipts and the receipts were
always for house stuff. I was beginning to think I had
found a real jewel.

Jillie didn't much like spending time by herself in
the apartment so most evenings we sat together in my
den watching TV, playing cards or reading. Sometimes
we'd talk about the classes she was taking and we'd
argue about the various theories she was studying. I'm
a libertarian, which I didn't admit to, and she was
having a hard time classifying me. She couldn't figure
out if I was a conservative or a liberal. She once
accused me of changing sides to fit the argument,
which wasn't true. Finally, she came in one night as I
was cooking and stood with an accusing posture,
"You're a Libertarian."

I laughed and answered, "Really? Took you long
enough."

"How come you never said so?"

I turned the chicken in the pan and looked at her.
"Because this way you really know what I am. You don't
have to take my word for it."

"Harrumph. No wonder you argue both sides."

I defended myself, "I do not argue both sides of an
issue. It's just that I'm quote liberal on some and
quote conservative on others as if labels really
mattered."

"Ok. I'm just steamed that I couldn't pin you down
before. I'll know what to do now." 

I started to point out that pinning people down isn't
the point. But then I remember my own time in college
when disputation for the fun of it was our primary
intellectual pleasure. I remember those hours spent in
the student union arguing politics over stale coffee.
There's a reason they are called sophomores, wise
fools. So I shut up.

She looked at the pan, "What's for dinner?"

"Chicken in a wine and mustard sauce."

Jillie leaned against the cupboard. "Mike, I don't
know what I'm going to do when I finish at City." I
looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Eating here is
like eating at a restaurant every night. I'm getting
spoiled."

Her words made me realize how much I had come to like
having her here. Her words filled me with a sense of
loss. I turned back to the chicken wondering why that
emotion, and why I felt it so strongly?

                     *****

It was late September and we were suffering in the
last heat wave of the year. There's always that last
one before the cooling of glorious autumn. It was
Saturday afternoon when I stirred from my study where
I'd been catching up on paperwork. I came into the den
to find Jillie on the couch in a bikini. Damn she
looked beautiful.

She turned her head and said, "Hi. You done working?"

I stretched as I answered, "God, yes. I'm done."

"Let's go swimming," she said.

I thought for less than a moment before answering,
"Sounds great. I'll go put on a suit."

Jillie sat up and said, "Why? Let's go skinny-dipping.
I saw you the other night when you thought I was gone
so don't tell me you don't."

"That was at night. I don't want to traumatize the
neighbors," I said. "Plus you're wearing a suit."

She looked down and giggled. "Mike. This isn't a
bikini." I felt the heat in my face as I realized that
it was her underwear.  "It was too hot to get dressed
so I just put this on. Come on, don't be a scaredy
cat. I'll go first." She said in the challenging tone
she liked to use.

I argued with myself for just a moment, "Ok. I'll go
get some towels." When I came back Jillie was gone and
I heard a splash in the back yard. I found a little
pile of black underwear and shoes just inside the back
door. I pulled off my shirt and shorts and flipped off
my sandals as I went outside. I did carry the towels
strategically placed as I walked out. 

Jillie was in the pool and shouted, "Come in. It feels
great."

'You're a big boy, no reason to feel intimidated,' I
told myself as I threw the towels on a chaise and
walked to the edge of the pool. Jillie was studying me
intently. I knew having her eyes on me was about to
have other more manifest consequences so I jumped in
the water. The cold water quickly reversed the flow of
blood to one particular extremity.

We swam and floated around the pool for a while.
"Mike, this is so great."

"I know. It makes the heat bearable. Now I can last
another couple hours," I said as I climbed up the
ladder. I grabbed a towel and started drying off. I
watched Jillie for a while hoping she was going to
climb out and I could get a better view but she kept
swimming. Worried that I was getting a little obvious
I went inside, put on my clothes and went into the den
to watch a game.

Jillie came in a while later. She was back in her bra
and panties. She sat on one of the footrests like a
cowgirl on her pony. She had obviously lain out in the
sun awhile as her hair was now dry. "What're you
watching?"

"Florida, Florida State," I said. She looked puzzled.
"Football," I said with a smile.

"Oh," she said rocking back and forth on her perch.
"Mike. Football's stupid. Can't we do something fun?"

I looked over at Jillie, about to protest that
football is fun when it hit my mind with the force of
a sledgehammer. She was smiling, her beautiful blonde
hair like a halo around her head, her breasts peeking
over and highlighted by the black material of her bra,
the creamy white skin of her belly shining, almost
glowing, drawing my eyes down to her panties which
barely covered her sex. Her sex was rubbing and
rocking in an arousing way on her seat. I don't think
any of this was intentional. But it hit me with
irresistible force. It leapt unbidden and irresistible
into my mind, Yes, Jillie, I know exactly what I'd
like to do with you that is fun. A beat later I felt
the furious blush in my face.

Jillie stopped rocking and looked astonished. "Look at
you blush. God you are turning bright red." Which, of
course, made it worse. "You are so red." I couldn't
think of a thing to say. I was truly tongue-tied.
Jillie's mouth was open as she looked at me. I
struggled trying desperately to think of some way to
explain this. Then she smiled as she said, "You have
to tell me what that thought was."

I felt my eyes widen in terror as I said, "No way."

She put her hands on the footrest and leaned forward
giving me a better view of her cleavage, not helping
matters in the least. "Mike, you HAVE to tell me." I
shook my head as she continued, "Yes, you do. You know
why?" I shook again. "Because if you don't I'm going
to think the worst possible thing. Anything you really
thought would be better." 

I refused to say anything so she continued, "It's not
like I don't know what it is. It has to be sex or you
wouldn't be blushing and it has to be me..." She
watched me intently and under the scrutiny I felt the
heat intensify in my face. "See, you're blushing
again. So what was it?" she paused waiting for me to
answer. "A bj?"

"God No," I protested.

"Well at least I got you to say something," she
responded.

Obviously she had learned enough in our verbal
sparring sessions to know how to hit the right button.
I felt I had to defend myself. "It wasn't anything
like that. It's just when you said, do something fun,
and I looked over at you, well, there you are in your
bra and panties and you look so beautiful and it just
sort of hit that... you know would be fun with you."

"You know?" she asked.

"Ok. Sex," I answered blushing again.

"That's it?" she asked. "And that made you blush like
that?"

"Yes."

Jillie leaned back on the footrest looking at me.
"Either you are very, very shy which I know isn't
true, or very repressed and I don't think it's that
because I've seen the erotic art books in your book
collection..." My eyebrows shot up at that. "Quit it.
They're there with the rest of your art books. Eros in
Pompeii, Erotic Art in the 20th Century, Erotic Art of
the Great Masters."

"Jesus," I blurted out. "Have you memorized them?"

"Only the good parts. Picasso couldn't draw erotic to
save his life," she answered with a wicked smile on
her face. "So it's not that either. That only leaves
one thing." She paused and looked at me with that
challenge on her face. "Why would a guy get all blushy
about the simple thought of a woman and sex unless he
thought she was a Madonna..." she paused again.

I knew where she was going with this. Just the week
before the subject of one of our wide-ranging
discussions was the Madonna-Whore contradiction that
she had been reading about in Women's Studies. Part of
the argument was that men put the Madonna on a
pedestal only when they loved the woman. If the man
only craved her physically or sexually he thought of
her as the Whore. It was a crock but I could see where
she was going. 

But was she right? I looked at Jillie. She sat quietly
watching as she saw me struggling with my thoughts.
"Jesus Jillie."

"Well?" was all she answered.

"The age difference."

"I didn't ask how old I was. I asked about the
Madonna," she said.

"Damn it, that's a politically-correct, man-hating
crock and you know it. Men are just as capable of full
love as women are. Men can love a woman spiritually
and physically. It doesn't have to be one or the
other. I know, that wasn't your question. I'm
stalling." She laughed with me. "Jesus Jillie. I never
thought about it that way. The other day when you said
you'd leave when you were finished I was so sad." I
looked at her and saw a soft look of compassion and
understanding on her face.

"I was sad too."

I sat up and held her eyes with mine, "I don't know if
I love you. Maybe I do. The strength of my feelings
are much more than I've admitted to myself. Maybe it
is love. Do you want to find out? But no Madonna," I
said with a smile.

"I don't want to be a Madonna. They don't have any
fun," she said with that wicked smile on her face.

Erotic fire suddenly burned in her eyes and like a
laser lanced into my body and started it tingling. I
felt the fire rushing through my body finally settling
in my genitals. The taps opened and the blood poured
in. In seconds my trunks were tenting up and Jillie
glanced down at them. She stood up and walked over to
me. I was sitting perched on the couch as she climbed
onto my lap, her knees on each side of me, she had to
snuggle into my chest to stay on the couch. Her pussy
was rubbing against my cock separated only by two thin
pieces of cloth. She wrapped her arms around my neck,
her face scant inches from mine. "I would like to do
something fun."

"Jillie, love, you are so beautiful. Kiss me," I said.
She did. It was a thoroughly delightful kiss. My hands
glided over the skin of her back as we kissed. Lordy,
but she felt fine. As we broke the kiss, my fingers
caught in her bra. I smiled at her and she smiled
back. There was an unspoken acknowledgement that
flashed between our minds. We both knew we were going
to make love. My fingers found the clasp of her bra
and I tried to unhook it. I was afraid I was going to
break it, or tear it, or... Damn, why do they make
these things man proof? Jillie smiled and reached
behind. With a flick of her wrist the bra sprang open.
I pulled the straps off her shoulders and tossed the
bra aside.

With my hands supporting her I leaned her back until I
could bring my lips to her tits. My tongue made
circles around her nipples as they stiffened and
extended. Her arms behind my head pulled my head down
until I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking and
licking it. Moving back and forth I lavishing
attention on her tits until Jillie was moaning in
pleasure.

I scooted forward off the couch and supporting
Jillie's ass I knelt on the soft carpet and then lay
her on her back. Following her down, I lay on top of
her and her legs as she wrapped her arms around me. We
kissed passionately, our tongues thrusting and
parrying in our mouths. My cock was hard in my trunks.
I rubbed it along her pussy, the silky fabric making a
soft, sibilant sound as our genitals ground together
in a rhythmic dry fuck. 

Moving lower I kissed and fondled her tits. Then I
trailed even lower, nipping and licking her belly.
Jillie gasped as I bit very lightly through her silky
panties. I pushed my tongue hard against her panties
running it along her pussy. Jillie hunched her hips
up. Grabbing her panties I slid them off her hips and
down her legs. She let her legs fall open as I dove
back to her pussy. Pushing my tongue between her labia
I opened her pussy with my tongue. I smelled and
tasted her luscious aroma, the aroma of an aroused
woman faintly mixed with the chlorine of the pool. 

My tongue worked through her pussy spreading her
arousal and coating her pussy with her juices. I ran
the flat of my tongue up her pussy stopping over her
clitoris, pressing against her bud. Gently rotating my
tongue in larger and larger circles I worked the tip
around her clitoris. Jillie's hips were starting to
hunch up as she sought to bring her clitoris back in
contact with my teasing tongue. I wrapped my lips
around the base of it and softly sucked her clitoris
as I lapped at it. A soft 'ungh' sound escaped from
Jillie's throat. 

"I want you," she said her eyes half closed. She
raised her head looking me in the eye. "I want you."

I released her clitoris and pushing my trunks off my
legs I settled between her legs our lips meeting in a
kiss of fervid passion. She attacked my mouth as her
hips pushed against me. My cock was mashing against
her pussy. I moved down until the tip found the
entrance to paradise. As soon as Jillie felt the tip
in her pussy she humped up forcing the tip in a little
more. Our tongues continued their mating dance as my
cock slipped deeper and deeper into her body. I pulled
back until only the tip was in and settled down until
my cock was half way in. We started a gentle, slow
rocking motion as my cock went deeper into her pussy
with each stroke. Finally my cock was in her
completely, my pubis mashing against her clitoris. I
moved my hips in small circles grinding against her
clitoris my cock fully in her body.

Sliding my cock out till the tip was just barely in, I
paused. Jillie hunched up making small noises. My hips
lanced forward driving my cock deeply into her body.
She moaned as my body met hers. We fucked hard. It had
been too long since I felt the joy of sex. And
Jillie's young body responded with its own joy. I was
soon covered with a fine sheen in the heat of the day
and the heat of our passion. Our bellies were making
lewd wet sounds as they crashed together. Her fingers
were gripping my upper arms.  She was using my arms to
gain the leverage to hump strongly back at me every
time I smacked into her body. Her eyes were closed,
her mouth open, her face contorted in lust, her
breathing shuddering and deep. 

I felt the deep rumbling in my loins presaging my
climax. The power was building in my body, a power too
great to be denied. I wanted to hold off, to wait for
my beautiful Jillie but the force of nature was
greater than the force of my mind. Spasms started in
my balls, deep contractions building in power,
overpowering every other aspect of my being, taking
over, controlling my body, my mind and my soul. It
stripped me of everything else leaving me nothing but
the experience of orgasm. My universe was the force of
my orgasm, stealing my power and sending it through my
cock to her. I felt the first jolt as my cum
splattered into her body. Another and then another as
the great release of tension left me drained and the
ineffable joy of satiation replaced the tension.

A loud keening cry pierced me as Jillie screamed,
"God, oh God, Oh GOD!" I felt her fingers digging into
my arms, the nails scraping along my skin as she
thrashed under me in the throes of her orgasm. I
slowed my strokes as she came down from her peak, my
cock squishing in her pussy now filled with our
combined cum. Her head fell back onto the carpet as
she let out a long sigh and her hands relaxed as her
cum left her drained. I collapsed onto her. 

We lay still except for our hips just barely moving. I
have no idea how long we lay together. But some time
later I lifted myself off Jillie, looking into her
face as her eyes opened.

"Oh God," she said. I leaned down and kissed her. Her
hand came up to my face and rested against my cheek
and I felt the emotion, that very strong emotion,
rising from her and pouring into me. I was suffused
with a new joy, not the joy of sex but the joy of
love. Our eyes locked together and waves of affection
crashed back and forth between us.

It was the most natural and right thing in the world
for me to say, "I love you."

Her eyes widened just slightly as she responded, "I
love you."

I rolled to my side pulling Jillie with me so that my
cock stayed inside of her. We lay together basking in
the glow of our orgasms and our new love. We were both
slick with sweat and flushed from the heat and our
exertions. And we were both smiling. 

"You're so beautiful," I said.

"You're so handsome," she replied.

I stroked her cheek happy to be with my beautiful
Jillie. "You know," I said. "The apartment over the
garage isn't the most comfortable place." She looked
at me quizzically wondering why I was bringing this up
now. "I know that you don't like to spend a lot of
time there. I was thinking, I have an empty closet in
my bedroom and the dresser by the door is just full of
old stuff that could be thrown in the garage. If you
wanted to use the closet and the dresser..." I said
letting my voice trail off.

Jillie's face lit up and almost as quickly she put on
a face proclaiming she was thinking out a very
difficult problem but with a smile underneath. "Gee,
but there's only the one bed in your room. Why would I
want my clothes all the way in your room if I were
still sleeping in the apartment? You're just trying to
get me to have to run naked through the house."

"I have to admit, that thought hadn't crossed my mind.
But I suppose that is a consideration. On the other
hand, it's not like I'm losing any rent money...." She
dug her fingers into my side and I had to grab her
hands and hold them while I continued, "But what I was
thinking is you could stay in my room. The bed is
plenty big for two."

Jillie pulled her hands free and grabbed my face
pulling me into a lip-smacking kiss. "I accept." 

She buried her head under my chin snuggling into me.
That's how I lost my title Landlord and became Lover.
Something I never had occasion to regret. My bright
idea turned out to be brilliant in a way I had never
imagined possible as I pushed the vacuum around the
house that hot Saturday in August.



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