First Time Renter

Hey, guys! This is my first story so please take it easy on me. Constructive criticism is welcome. All characters are above the age of 18 and any similarities to real people are all coincidental. So without further ado, enjoy!

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Hi! My name is Kevin Li and my family came over from Taiwan, yet I was born and raised in Little Rock, Arkansas. I am my parent’s only son so I was forced help out with the family grocery shop at a young age. Unfortunately, I was not able to join any clubs or do any sports because I had to leave right after school every day. Yeah, I was always exhausted at the end of the day, but I love my parents. They work so hard just for us to afford the modest life we have. At least helping my parents had some benefits. I learned a lot about running a business and I did put on some muscle from carrying the fruit boxes. In high school, I took on another job and was able to save up enough money to afford entrance into a college in Texas. I was going to engineering.

My parents were trying their best to be stoic when I left, but my mom took it real hard and sniffled the whole time. She was clearly upset that her little boy would be going to off to school in Houston. Luckily, I was able to find a good place to rent. Apparently, there was an older lady was offering a room at a fairly cheap price. She had other people renting as well and from what I can understand over the phone, they were pretty nice and kept to themselves. I told her that I would pay my rent on time and keep my space clean. She asked some more questions, but seemed satisfied with my answers and told me she looked forward to seeing me.

On the day of the move, I arrived at the house later than I expected because there was a big accident along the way, not to mention I was not used to driving at such a long distance (No Asian driver jokes!). I stayed in the car for 10 minutes to decompress and because I am not good with people. It is one thing to tell people what isle the hot sauce was, it is another thing to actually engage in conversation. The house is definitely bigger than what I am used to.

I took a deep breath and let out a huge sigh. Ok, here goes nothing! I knock three times and reminded myself to keep eye contact, to speak slowly, to imagine the lady in her underwear, – wait no, no, no not that. The door opens and an older lady, who I assume is Mrs. Katherine Harrington, greets me. Oh, wow. Good thing I did not imagine her in her underwear or I would have another problem. She is slender woman who looked to be in her late 40s with greyish brown hair and she is dressed in her bath robe. She looks similar to the actress Joan Severance and she has a very bright pair of blue eyes.

Alright, here I go. Time to make a good first impression on my landlady!

“Uhhh, hi. Mynameiskevinanditisnicetomeetyou. I mean…uh…my name is Kevin. Meet to nice — uh, nice to meet you. I…uh…am eternally sorry for arriving so late.”

I give an apologetic bow and try to flash her my best smile, which I am pretty sure looked more like a grimace.

She replies, “Oh, that’s alright, dear. I’m glad you made it in one piece.” She has an amused look on her face.

I reply, “Thank you, Mrs. Harrington.” She waves her hand dismissively. “Well, it’s Ms. Harrington nowadays and please call me Kate. Oh, no need to take off your shoes. I want you to feel right at home here.”

I stammer, “Uhh…Ms. Harr…I mean, Kate…. Uh, is it ok if I take them off? It just feels wrong to wear them inside. Also, can I call you Ms. Harrington? My parents would kill me if I call you by your first name.”

She smiles again and takes me to the dining room. She insists that I eat first before I bring my things in. She tells me the other tenants are in their rooms right now, but she would introduce them to me tomorrow. Luckily, it was a Friday night and school would not start until Monday so I had time to adjust and rest.

The next day, I was happy to be able to sleep in for the first time in a long time. I hear a knock on my door.

“Good morning, dear. Are you awake? Come down for breakfast and meet the rest of the tenants!”

I reply, “Ah, that sounds good, Ms. Harrington. Thank you. I will be right down.”

I get dressed and go down to see two other people at the table: a waifish dark-haired woman who looked to be in her mid-30s and a petite blonde girl who looked to be in her early 20s. Ms. Harrington introduces the dark-haired woman as Sophia. Sophia looks up and gives me a warm smile. She is a little younger than Ms. Harrington, has soft brown eyes, and looks very pale. Ms. Harrington introduces the blonde girl as Emma, who gives me a disinterested look and a short greeting. She is very pretty with her green eyes, but I have a feeling she does not like me. I greet both of them and take a seat.

We eat in silence for the first five minutes. I feel like I have imposed myself in their girls-only club until Ms. Harrington starts up the conversation.

She says, “So, Kevin. How was the drive here? Can ya’ll believe he drove all the way from Arkansas?” We continue with the small talk with Sophia chiming in at times and Emma just looking at her phone.

When we finish, I thank Ms. Harrington and insist that I help out with the dishes in return for her generosity. Sophia thanks me and Emma mutter, “Ass-kisser.”

I ignore her comment and continue talking with Ms. Harrington. Apparently, her husband had died a couple years back and she decided to offer her rooms for rent because it felt too quiet in her big house. Sophie was an old friend of hers and Emma was going to graduate school nearby.

I finished washing the dishes and decided to go outside. I see Sophia wearing a big sun hat working on a flower bed. Here backside looks very tight in those jeans…Ahhh! I am staring at her backside! I quickly turn away to explore the city. The weekend is relatively uneventful. I learned that Ms. Harrington and Sophia liked to go to their women’s book club and play tennis together.

Emma seemed very busy with her internship with the marketing firm. I notice that she sometimes comes home very late, clearly drunk. The good news is her university is right next to mine so I can save gas money carpooling with her. The bad news is Emma threw a temper tantrum and Ms. Harrington basically forced her to carpool with me so she resents me even more.

My first few weeks of school go pretty well and I like my professors. I even found a part-time job at a grocery store where I was promoted to assistant supervisor due to my experience. My car rides with Emma are quiet and we both fine with it. Well, I did not have a choice. As soon as I get in the car, she blasts her music to drown me out.

A couple of months pass and I actually get to know Ms. Harrington and Sophia better. I even go with them to learn how to play tennis and they help me break out of my awkwardness.

Eventually, I decide to ask a girl out. Maya is a pretty, petite, and very nice girl who is in some of my engineering classes. Of course, I am not an idiot. I have been doing my homework and reading about online popular pick-up techniques.

I work up the courage and walk up to her one day at a party.

“Hey Maya, how are you doing? Beautiful weather we are having, yeah?’

She smiles and says, “Kevin! Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here!”

“Yeah, you know. All work, no play makes Jack a dull boy.”

Maya giggles and responds, “Haha, you’re so cheesy, Kevin. I’m glad to see you out and about! I was getting worried you would work yourself to death.”

Wait, she worries about me? Ok, ok, now is the time to ask! “Well, Maya, I just wanted to…I…umm.”

Suddenly, a guy jumps in and puts his arms around her shoulders. “There you are, babe! I’ve been looking all over for you. Oh hey, ‘sup dude.”

I am stunned, but manage to squeak out a “Hi”. Maya introduces me to her new boyfriend, Seth. We talk for a bit and then they leave to go take some shots. I sigh and decide to leave the party early. If I did not have a chance with Maya, there is no way any one else would take a second look at me. Even though my social game has gotten better, I am still a mess when it comes to talking to girls. Dejected, I take a cab home.

I walk through the door and see Ms. Harrington sitting on the couch watching a soap opera wearing a pink bathrobe.

Her head perks up. “Oh, Kevin! What are you doing back so soon on a Saturday night?”

I nervously scratch the back of my head. “Uhh, yeah. Um…I didn’t feel comfortable there so I left. Besides, the party was lame anyways.”

She gives me a knowing look and pats the seat next to her.

“Come on, dear. I’ve been on this earth long enough to know face of a boy-I mean, young man who’s just been rejected.”

I try to maintain a straight face, but eventually Ms. Harrington is able to coax it out of me and I spill my emotions out to her. She gives me a sympathetic hug and I try my best not to stare at her cleavage with my head on her chest. I look down her slip and see the top swells of her tanned C-cup breasts.

I pull away reluctantly and tell her, “Thank you Ms. Harrington. I am sorry for burdening you with my worries, but that was the first time I was able to tell anyone about my stresses.”

She rubs my back and smiles. “Honey, you’re a good young man. You have been so helpful around the house, you pay your rent on time, and you always take the time to talk to this old lady.”

“Ai yah, who is telling you that you are old? You are a very thoughtful and beautiful woman! Any man would be happy to have you!”

Ms. Harrington reaches over and grabs my hand. “Aww, you are very sweet, dear. Those college girls sure are missing out. Sure, your mannerism are…a bit different, but you are a quality young man.”

She says this while looking straight at my eyes and I look away embarrassed. The door opens up and Sophia walks through the door returning from her shift at the hospital. This breaks us from the moment and Ms. Harrington withdraws her hand. We both greet Sophia.

A few weeks later, I get up in the middle of the night. I have not been able to sleep because school and work is stressing me out so I decide to get a glass of warm milk. On my way to the kitchen, I hear a faint noise.

I follow the sound to Ms. Harrington’s room. I put my ear to her door and I hear sobs. I gently knock on the door. It opens and Ms. Harrington is sniffling and wiping her eyes.

*Sniff* “Oh, dear. What are you doing up so late? Do you want a snack? Or..or some warm milk?”

“Ms. Harrington, thank you for asking, but are YOU ok?” She waves her hand dismissively. “Oh, no. Don’t worry about me. I’m just reminiscing…”

“Ms. Harrington, you listened to me a few weeks back. Please. Talk to me about it. Uh..only if you are ok…”

She gives a slight pause then decides to let me in. We sit on her bed and she turns to me.

“Well, I…*sigh*…today is the anniversary of the day my husband died five years ago….” I say nothing and nod for her to continue.

“He was the first man who loved me for who I am. The other guys…well, it was clear what they wanted from me, but not Hank. He wanted to wait until we were married and he was my first. We went on so many adventures…and he always knew how to cheer me up. I just…I just miss him.”

“But, Ms. Harrington, you are a great woman! I am sure the men your age and maybe even younger are breaking down doors to get to know you!”

She gives a soft smile. “Mmm, unfortunately, many of them have made it clear they only want one thing from me too. The younger guys just want bragging rights and the older men are no better so, here I am now….”

She suddenly gets up and turns away. She walks towards the window.

“I’m sorry dear. I shouldn’t be bothering you with this. You can…you can…” I make my way towards her and gently put my arms around her as she begins to sob. I hold her until she stops crying.

She turns around and gently rubs my arms. “Thank you dear…”

The way the moonlight shines on her makes her look almost otherworldly and her electric blue eyes are shimmering. I smile at her and help her wipe her tears.

“I…I have always wanted to tell you…you have the most beautiful eyes. I wish I could have known you when you were younger…”

She moves closer and softly whispers. “Why not now?”

I impulsively move back. Ms. Harrington backs off and, says, “I’m…I’m so sorry. That was inappropriate. I….can you…can we please just forget-.”

“No, it-it is ok. I-I feel the same way” The words just come out of my mouth. I slowly walk towards her. “Ms. Harrig–K…K…Kate. I…I know this may be wrong, but…but I really like you. As a woman. I know that I am short, weird, dorky and Asian men are considered unattractive…”

“Hush.” Ms. Harrin…Kate walks up and puts her index finger on my mouth. Her other hand softly runs up right side of my arm.

Her hands move around my neck and her forehead presses against mine. She looks directly in my eyes and I do not look away. “None of that is true. Maybe those little girls don’t get it, but to me, you are a real man…

Emboldened by this, I lean forward and gently kiss her soft lips. She gives a small smile and we pepper each other with chaste kisses.

“Mmmm, mmmm, honey. Honey? Mmmm, this is great, mmm, but open your lips. I’ll take the lead. Just do what feels natural to you.”

I awkwardly open my mouth and Kate giggles as she patiently guides my tongue. She teaches me to give her proper French kiss. “Mmmmm, that’s it baby…”

Our passion grows and my hands gently feel up the sides of her curvaceous figure. She mewls softly and her hands cup the sides of my face to deepen the kiss. Kate is insatiable and I am forced to pull back for air.

Kate gives me one of her trade-mark knowing smiles. “Not bad, not bad at all.” She slowly begins to remove her robe. Her hour glass figure looks great even in her slip.

She then walks towards me and grabs the bottom of my t-shirt. “Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? Here, let me make you more comfortable.”

I take a deep gulp while she begins to lift my shirt up. The shirt comes up to my head and I throw my shirt to the side. Kate gently runs her hands up and down my torso.

“My, my, those tennis practices have certainly been helping. I…never expected my dorky, cute tenant to be so…um…so…healthy.” I do not have a six pack, but my experience working for my parents has helped to tone my body. But you would not know it from first glance. I am not a fan of tight-fitting clothes so I often wear shirts that are a couple sizes too big.

I scratch the back of my head out of habit. “I…um, thank you. It’s just… well, I don’t get that often. Errr, ever.”

Kate draws closer and whispers in my ear. “Mmmm, honey. Stop it. You’re a fine sight for these old eyes. Your body is so nice and your cuteness makes you even yummier…”

Luckily the room is dark because my face is deep red. She begins to nibble my ear and kisses along my jaw then to my lips. We passionately kiss again and her left-hand caresses up my firm stomach to my broad chest. She feels my arms and moans. “Mmmm, so strong…so manly…”

She breaks the kiss to look me in the eyes. Her hand then slowly dips underneath my shorts and briefs. I freeze. “I, ummm. I’m sorry if my…my…is too-.”

Kate silences me with a kiss. “Oh hush! You need to stop this! I am here kissing you out of my own free will. I am here feeling your body out of my own free will. So…so don’t have any second thoughts. I. Want. You.” She emphasizes this by kissing me after each word.

“Can you do that for me, honey?” I pause. “Y-yes. I understand…Kate.”

“Hmmmpfh, good! Because I may have taken a peek or two and I can assure you, there won’t be an issue.”

She flashes a dirty grin at me and continues sliding her right hand down my briefs. I took a deep breath as she touches the head of my penis. Her index finger slowly slides up and down my shaft while she puts her forehead on mine.

After a few minutes, she brings her other hand and slide off my shorts and briefs. “Mmmmm, see? No problem at all…” She licks her lips and gets down on her knees.

“Kate…wait…mmmmmmmm.” She grabs the shaft and licks up to envelope the head. She pleasures me with her mouth, slowly taking my length as she bobs her head. Meanwhile, her hands feel up my legs and my butt. She playfully squeezes my butt cheeks. She looks up directly into my eyes to give me a mischievous wink.

Hooooooo, man. Not those beautiful blue eyes! She pulls out to put her index finger towards her lips. Oops, forgot about the roommates.

She goes back to work on my shaft and I quickly feel like I am close to blowing. I try to tell her, but she takes me even deeper down her throat.

I bite my lip to keep from moaning too loud and I place my hands on her hair. I can’t help it and grasp her head as I orgasm. Load after load is swallowed by Kate and I feel my strength waning.

My legs are wobbly and Kate stands up licking her lips clean. I surprise her by cupping her face and giving her a searing kiss. I did not care that could taste myself. I whisper, “You did not need to do that. This was supposed to be about you.”

She chuckled and said, “I wanted to. I haven’t felt like this in a while.”

We take a breather. Then I gently turned her around and started kissing her left ear. My lips traveled along her smooth jaw, her plump lips, her slender neck. Kate lets out a soft moan. I smile in the crook of her neck and kiss her shoulder. I gently bite the strap of her slip the move it off. I kiss to the other side of her should and slide off the other slip.

We face the mirror and she holds her slip up. She looks unsure. “I…I don’t know about this. I’ve gotten older and my body is not as youthful…”

“It’s ok, do you trust me, Kate?” She pauses for a few minutes and bit her lip. She lets the slip pool around her feet. Now, it’s my turn to be embarrassed.

I can tell that her body is tanned. Her legs are long and firm. Her hips are curvy and womanly. Her stomach is tantalizingly flat and tight from her years of tennis practice. Her breasts have a little sag, but are still lush. Our eyes meet at the mirror.

My brain is mush and all I could say was a lame: “Wow.”

She teased me saying, “Haha, wow? You’ve been reading too many cheesy romance novels.”

I laugh. Kate always knew how to defuse the tension. My hands gently caress her body while I whisper in her ear. Kate closes her eyes and leans her head back. She smiles and gives the occasionally groan as I map her body.

My right hand eventually makes its way towards her vagina. I don’t mind the hair and my two fingers gently rub along her slit while my left-hand plays where her breast. The noises of pleasure tell me I am doing the right thing and I gradually press my two fingers into her. Oh, yeah. I am definitely doing the right thing. As I touch her, she turns her head towards me and lets out a moan. I kiss her, drinking in her sounds of desire.

One of her hands holds my head while other grasps my arm in earnest. Suddenly, she jerks and presses back against me. “Uhhhhhh, ooooooh. Uhhhhh, mmmmmmm. I can feel the rush of her juices coat my fingers as she bucks and slowly slumps against me. I hold her to let her come down from her pleasure. Then I gently scoop her up and lay in bed with her.

“Mmmm, don’t tell you’re done already?” She jokingly pokes my chest. “Haha, not a chance, Kate. I’m just…ummmm…it is kind of my first time.”

Kate smiles and says, “Well, are you sure you want your old landlady to be your first? Wouldn’t you rather have a cheerleader or maybe one of your engineer friends?”

I pretend to think about it. “Hmmm. Well, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather lose it to.”