Room for Rent (closed)

Jack Hardy

Takeing up the phone I immediately called the local
pizza delivery and placed an order...."Ok ..thanks"
and placed the walk phone back behind the tub.

"Ok all done, be here in about 45 minutes." I said to
Lizzie.

She was letting some of her burdens shine thru in her
words, I could tell she was feeling down. I placed an arm
around her for comfort and she instantly felt that I was trying to
comfort her. I pulled her a little closer and held her.
She brushed against me and I was moved, but I showed no signs.
Or at least I tryed not to.

She was pretty and young compared to me but for the first
time I thought about kissing her. But quickly erased the Idea,
for she was a tenant and younger and at a weak point right
now. And we had just met this day. "silly me" I thought.

The water swirled and bumped us together a few times. she
was becomeing more relaxed with me and I with her. I think
this arrangement will work out just fine I thought.

I looked at her and smiled my ussual smile and winked
my ussual wink. "You ok honey?" I asked
 
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Elizabeth Sanderson

"You ok honey?"

Elizabeth nodded and closed her eyes enjoying the water and, to be honest, enjoying his closeness.

"I'm fine Mr Hardy ... it's been a long day.
I was looking at places all morning ... and then I've had to unpack ..."

She opened her eyes and gave a grin.

"I'm getting hungry too ..."

She giggled and shrugged at the admission.

"Tomorrow ... if I get the groceries... would you mind getting in a couple of bottles of wine for me .... 'cos ... well I guess I'd not be allowed to buy them here ... "

She halted as his eyes searched hers and admitted softly.

"I'm heading for 19 though ... "

And tried to give him her best "mature look".
 
Jack Hardy

I was tickled by her look and her question. I found her
to be so cute with this lil look she was poising at me.
I leaned towards her, my head nearing hers...

Just then I heard the door. I raised my finger to Lizzie.
"Hold that thought." I said.

I climbed out of the hot tub dripping wet and my
wet clothes clung to my body like a second layer
of skin. Leaveing nothing to the imagination.
As I grabbed my towel and dabbed my body as
I hurried to the front door thru the house.

After retrieveing my wallet from my pants in my room,
I made my way to the front door and paid for the
pizza and gave jimmy a tip. He is always prompt,
and the tip seems to keep him comeing by with hot
pizza. Not cold and last on his route.

I came back to the hot tubbed cazebo and placed the
pizza on the lawn furniture table and looked at Lizzie.

"You want this in the tub or on the table?" I asked
her.

"And Lizzie I have some wine in the house if thats
what you would like to drink dear. Want me to get some?"
 
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Elizabeth Sanderson

His eye caught hers and held the look.
His smile showed amusement, but not mocking.
He seemed curious as she made sure he realised that she was totally "grown up".
His head moved nearer as if to whisper in her ear.
And then the door sounded.

"Hold that thought."

Elizabeth giggled and nodded, not sure what thought had been there hovering between them.
She leaned back and watched as he pulled himself out of the tub, watching the clear outline of his body through lowered lashes.
He was muscular enough ... certainly manly ...
She listened to the door opening and the brief exchange of conversation on the threshold.
Then the door was shut and she listened for the sound of Mr Hardy moving back through the house once more.

"You want this in the tub or on the table?"

She did not consider long.

"On the table I think. Seems a shame to get it wet.."

She giggled as she began to pull herself upwards.

"And Lizzie I have some wine in the house if thats
what you would like to drink dear.
Want me to get some?"

Elizabeth turned and considered.
The water ran from her body, tiny droplets making their way into her cleavage, drifting down her arms and hanging timorously on her inner thighs before making their slow deliberate path down her smooth creamy skin; the moisture being absorbed before reaching even the knee.

She pulled a towel and wrapped it about her neck, concentrating more on drying her hair than her body.

"Just a glass would be nice Mr Hardy.
Thank you ..."

She told him as she moved nearer to him and eyed the pizza with delight.

"Yummm I'm starved!"

She told him in girlish tones then laughed at her own outspokenness.
 
Jack Hardy

"On the table I think. Seems a shame to get it wet.."
She said with a giggle.
"Just a glass would be nice Mr Hardy.
Thank you ..."

I laughed at her witty reply as I opened the
box to the pizza.

"Oh I forgot the plates, Ill be right back with them
and your wine." I said as I wisked off to the kitchen.
From there I saw her shapely young form standing
from the kitchen window. And I truely was moved by
her dripping wet body and her suit that cased her
firm form.

I brought out a bottle of Merlot and a glass and
some paper plates and layed them down on the
table as I went around her I brushed up against
her small frame and it felt cool. So I instinctively
offered my towel as I put it around her shoulders.
Perhaps it was more of a way to hide her sexualty
than to keep her warm.

I sat at the table in the chair next to her as we
filled our plates with delicious steaming hot pizza.
I opened the bottle of Merlot and poured her a glass
and offered it to her.

"So you drink wine alot in england my dear?"
I asked as I began to eat hungrily.

I looked at her with a new outlook for she was dangerously
pretty in a suit and wet haired pony tail. That pony tail was
going to be my undoing. I couldnt keep my eyes off of it.
It hung there inviteing me to toy with it.

I occupied my mind with my food and filled my tummy.
As she graceiously nibbled at her first piece while I
was grabbing my second slice of pizza now.
 
Elizabeth Sanderson

Elizabeth finished dabbing at her hair with the towel.
She put the now wet fabric down beside her and smiled as Mr Hardy returned carrying plates and a bottle of wine.
She watched him put everything down on the table and noted that the wine was a Merlot … a good bottle … she smiled appreciatively.

He returned the smile and moved back to her without comment, taking his towel and casually draping it around her shoulders.
She murmured a soft thank you and drew it about her body, watching silently as he opened the bottle and pulled back the top of the pizza box.

Sitting opposite him, Elizabeth tried not to watch his half naked body too closely or to think about the fact that the towel now wrapped intimately about her form had rso ecently been against his skin.

She flushed suddenly wondering why her thoughts went in that direction?

Instead she concentrated on watching her landlord pouring the wine and selected a slice of the steaming pizza, balancing it carefully on a plate before extending a hand to accept the glass he held out to her.
She sipped it and nodded.

“This is … very good … "

She put the glass down and bit into the pizza.

" ... the pizza too …”

She smiled up at him feeling at ease again.

"So you drink wine a lot in England my dear?"

The question made her laugh.

“I drank wine at an early age Mr Hardy…”

She told him with a mischievous dimple.

“Mama thought it a necessary part of my education … which is why I don’t drink beer … I was never allowed that … not an ‘acceptable drink for a young lady’ you know?”

She continued eating, a smile in her eyes at her own mimicking of her mother.
She licked her lips … and then her fingers delicately reaching with her left hand to sip at the glass once more.
Her eyes held him as she watched him eating hungrily.
She wondered briefly what she would cook for him tomorrow evening, but decided there was plenty of time to discuss that.

Accepting her landlord’s prompt, Elizabeth reached for another slice of pizza and nibbled at the point, making her way through it as before.

There was a companionable silence as she let her eyes stray around the garden taking in the freshness and the greenery.
Her eyes returned to the tub.
A smile played on her lips as she mused once again on her good fortune.
Turning her head, she caught her companion‘s eye and realised he had been watching her.
She smiled and blushed slightly lowering her eyes to lick her fingers meticulously before once more reaching for her wine.
 
Jack Hardy

I watched her every move as she licked her fingers
and shyly glanced at me. I raised my beer in the air
towards here and said. "A toast."

She gently clasp her wine glass and tited it with
a note of class as I bellowed " To our my new tenant.
Lizzie" As the glass clinked.

I couldn't help but snicker at her english accent that
was erotic and exotic. Ladys got a touch of class
upbringing that was for sure. She was cute with
her pony tail and english speech.

I took another piece of pizza and tryed till fill my
mind with my dinners
 
Elizabeth Sanderson

"A toast. To my new tenant. Lizzie"

Elizabeth nodded, leaned over to clink her glass with his and sipped the wine.

"And a very kind landlord ..."

She added deciding two pieces of pizza was enough and leaning back toying with her glass beginning to wonder what to do the next day.
 
Jack Hardy

I finished my pizza and sat back looking at Lizzie. While she was sitting there in a daze. I got up and cleaned up the plates
and box from the pizza and headed to the kitchen.
I could see her from the kitchen window and wondered if perhaps
she was alright? She seem to be in a daze.

I walked back to the cazebo'd hot tub and laughingly asked.
"Go for a swim? Or I'm thinking about watching a movie if
you care to join me?" I asked as I got the cooler and put it
away.

"Care for some more wine dear." I asked.

I watched her from the corner of my eye as I cleaned up
the area a bit. Wondering rather to crawl back in the tub
or turn it off and curl up on the couch?
 
Elizabeth Sanderson

Elizabeth sat toying with her glass.
She bit back a sigh, but could not help but let her mind wander to what might be happening back at her father's place.
Would he phone her mother?
Surely not!
But ...

"Go for a swim? Or I'm thinking about watching a movie if
you care to join me?"

Elizabeth new she should be heading upstairs to get her bedroom sorted out, but she didn't really want to be alone with her thoughts ... not yet...

"Care for some more wine dear."

She nodded.

"Just half a glass please ... I don't drink much..."

She told him watching the liquid pouring just over the half way point.

"I'll just finish this ... then I should head upstairs ..."

She told him, unenthusiastically.

"It's been a long day ..."

(And things had moved pretty quickly!
She was only just now beginning to realise what she'd done.)

"Mr Hardy .... do you think ... could I make a long distance call ... I won't be long ... and I'll pay you for it honestly ... I ... I think I should phone my mom and let her know I'm OK. "

She looked over at him worriedly.
She hadn't intended to ... but she felt it would be unfair to let her mother worry ... no matter what their differences.

She drank deeply from her glass and met his eyes.
Her own clouded with worry.


I watched her from the corner of my eye as I cleaned up
the area a bit. Wondering rather to crawl back in the tub
or turn it off and curl up on the couch?
 
Jack Hardy

I handed here the phone and went into the main house to allow her privacy with her call. Surely she took into account the time difference. Or perhaps it was one of those calls that didnt matter what time it was.

I went to the living room after eyeing lizzie from the kitchen and was fairly certian that her call had gone through. She was babbling in that fast paced lengthy wordy english accent that turned me into a lil puppy waggin his tail. Kind of erotic sounding. So I keep my nose out of her buissness and thumb through my selection of videos.

Yes the rest of the world has dvd...I still retained a vast selection of videos..."Now lets see...pretty women, or sleepless in seattle.
Or perhaps this was a good night for a comedy such as American Pie.." I put the tape in the player and set the rewind for I never seem to rewind at the end of a viewing. Always seem to rewind when I put the movie in for watching.

I microwaved some pop corn and made a large glass of coke. I tossed on the coffee table a couple bags of cookies and chips. Just in case the munchies hit me at a good part of the movie.

I went back in the kitchen and peeked on my guest/tenant she was still deep in conversation so I left her alone. I heard the drummed up music of the movie beginning so I went to the living room and pushed pause till I found out rather I was haveing company for the evening matinee.
 
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Elizabeth Sanderson

I sighed aware of the minutes ticking by as I listened to my mother's voice going on and on at the other end of the line.

"Look ... mom ... it's done... no .. no ... I'll give you the address some other time ... NO! ... I do not want dad to come after me ... you have no idea ... no ... i did.. I tried to tell you .. look.... I have to go ... yes.. yes... ok.. yep I will ... bye... yes.. just don't worry .. no ... bye mom... "

I put the phone down her objections still ringing in my ear.
I checked my watch.
I'd been on the telephone over quarter of an hour.
I tried to put her words to the back of my mind and walked down the hall looking round until I finally spotted Mr Hardy in the lounge.

"Sorry that took so long ... I thought it would be ... "

I sighed and tried not to let him see how much her attitude had upset me.

"Mind if I make myself some coffee ... I can take it up with me ... "

I offered suddenly seeing the fact he was set up to watch the TV.

"Nite, Mr Hardy ..."

I whispered and began to sidle out of the door, eager to get to the privacy of my room.
 
I heard parts of her conversation... I
knew she was upset. I just sank into
my movie and let her enjoy her first night
in her knew place.

"Sure sweetie...make yourself at home."
I yelled from the living room.

I heard her make some coffee, it smelt good.
I turned up the sound as she went upstairs.
I think she needed a friend more than a
land lord...
 
Elizabeth Sanderson

"Sure sweetie...make yourself at home."

I couldn't help but smile at his easy-going generosity.
I moved about the kitchen pulling out a mug and making the drink. Perhaps coffee was the last thing I should be drinking before bed, but I wasn't feeling sleepy anyhow.

Leaving the kitchen I called out;
"Nite, Mr Hardy ..."
before carefully carrying the steaming liquid upstairs.

Entering the room, I paused and looked around.
It was cosy and homely. The sight gave me comfort.
I sat on the sofa and tucked my legs beneath me.
Fingers laced around the mug, I sipped and sighed.
I wasn't sure what to do now.
Money wasn't actually a problem, but if I could support myself, then it would be wise to hold onto the cash I had access to.

Putting the mug down, I moved to flick on my CD player.
My lips curved in a smile as the assorted opera favourites filled the room. I remembered what Mr Hardy had said about late night music. Did he expect me to be into loud booming bass music? At least I knew that whilst he was watching the TV, anything I was playing wouldn't disturb him.

I took another sip of coffee then went through to my bedroom.
Deftly I shook out my bedding and dressed the bed in fresh cotton. Standing back the white and blue florals standing out from the crisp white looked homely. The sight, though inviting did not tempt me as yet.

Returning to the lounge I took up the mug and draining it, took it to the bathroom to rinse. A bath... that would be a good idea ... it would be soothing and might help me to relax.

Carrying the mug back to the coffee table in the lounge, I began to shed my clothes, folding them to discard in my holdall. Making a mental note to buy a laudry bag, I took up my robe and walked to the bathroom. Watching the bubbles form and inhaling the fragrance that filled the room, I soon slipped into the water with a relieved sigh and closed my eyes.

This would work. I would sort out what the heck I wanted in life ...

I smiled as I played with the white froth that topped the tub.
Besides ... I had been really lucky in my landlord.
Renting this room was just the boost I needed, I told myself as I took my leisurely bath.
This was the first place I had ever had to myself and I'd managed to do it completely alone.
I tried to feel a thrill of self satisfaction and wondered, why that thought still made me feel sad.
 
I awoke on the couch. The movie had
been over. My sleepy eyes I wiped. I looked
around and gathered my thoughts.

Lizzie was up in the apartment. It was late.
I decided to go to bed. I turned every thing off
except the kitchen light. And left the back door
unlocked in case the little cutie needed a midnight
"cookie" or snack...

I went to my room and wondered rather I
should shut my door. I voted against it as
thoughts of little lizzie comeing and crawling
in bed with me in the middle of the night went
through my mind. Typical male thoughts.

I got undressed and pulled the covers over me.
I thought tomarrow Ill get to know the little english
princess better. As I turned out the light.
 
Elizabeth Sanderson

I felt more relaxed after my bath.
Wrapped in my robe and seated on my bed I took a towel and began to rub at my hair.
I’d lost track of the time … it had to be past midnight by now.
Wary of making too much noise and disturbing my landlord, I plugged in the hairdryer, and gave it enough of a blast to remove most of the excess water.
Taking off my robe, I slipped into my nightshirt, a fleecy pink garment with long sleeves that came to the knees; not that it was cold in the apartment, this was merely … “comfort dressing”.
I sat at my dresser and picked up a comb, the repetitive action dulling my senses pleasantly.
Once the hair hung straight and damp down my back, I glanced at the bed, knowing I should get some sleep.

The clock suddenly caught my eye - 1 am!!

I couldn’t believe how time had flown.
I certainly felt more relaxed … and tired … but not quite sleepy.
I wasn’t usually a fan of hot milky night time drinks … but right then I couldn’t think of anything more soothing.
I just had to get a kettle up in my place… but as for tonight …
I stood uncertainly then crossed my bedroom, the lounge and opened the door and listened.
It was silent downstairs. The television had obviously been switched off.
Mr Hardy had said he was asleep way before this time.
He wasn’t around to ask… but he had said … help yourself…
Forgetting I was dressed only in my nightshirt, I eased out to the top of the stairs and saw the light shining below.
I’d make it up to him tomorrow… it was my turn to buy groceries and cook ... but for now …

Carefully I crept down the stairs, being sure not to make a noise.
Barefooted, I padded to the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out the milk and setting it on the worktop.
Pan… a pan to heat the milk… ?
Searching I opened the nearest cupboard and flinched as a saucepan fell out rattling on the floor.
I held my breath, but heard no movement in the house.
Turning thankfully back to the stove I poured in some milk and reached for a mug, standing lost in thought as I waited for it to boil.
 
'Looking for the cookies?" I asked.

I stood by the door way in my boxers and a
T-shirt. Lizzie was bent over looking in the
cabinet. I was eyeing the little princess's legs
and bare feet. Her hair was damp and she
didn't see walk up.

"Lizzie, make your self at home dear." I stated.
"Dont tip-toe around on my account."

I sat at the table and scratched my...well, I
looked at her and said. "Make me some of what
ever your haveing."
 
Elizabeth Sanderson

“Looking for the cookies?"

I jumped at the sound of the softly spoken voice and whirled around as if caught out.

"Lizzie, make your self at home dear."

His voice was reassuring.
I watched as he sat himself at the kitchen table.

"Dont tip-toe around on my account."

I blushed guiltily and responded apologetically.

”I’m sorry Mr Hardy … I didn’t mean to wake you … I just … couldn’t sleep…”

I watched him carefully.
He smiled and seemed unconcerned, certainly far from cross.

”...well, … Make me some of whatever your haveing."

I nodded and topped up the milk that was just beginning to bubble.

”I was just warming some milk … do you want anything else in yours ….?”

I asked, more concern about causing disruption and not conscious of the fact that the only item of clothing I was wearing was my pink fleecy nightshirt.
 
My eys were on her legs all the way up
to her pink fleecy night shirt. She had asked
a question, but it took me a few minutes before
its sinked in what it was.

"Oh yes...some cocoa in my hot milk please.
Its in the cubbard above the stove." I replied.
My sleepy toned voice barely carried.

I rubbed my eyes and face to wake up out of
the awakening daze I was In. Perhaps Im
dreaming. But when Lizzie bent over I thought
I noticed that the shirt was the only thing she
had on. I shook my head and pinched my arm.
Nope I was awake.

She was charming and polite, I was begining
to think that this was going to be a great tenant.
If I could keep my eyes off her ass long enough
to focus.

"Got a big day tomarrow, Lizzie?" I asked, just to
strike a conversation. "Or is today already?" I looked
at the clock on the wall and it was almost 2 am.

When she reached up above the oven to get the
cocoa. Her shirt raised up too. And I saw a delightful
view of her round ass cheek. I about fainted and
dropped right there. My smile grew to an enormous
size as my mind tried to think of more things that I
might need up on a higher level.
 
Elizabeth Sanderson

I stood watching the milk swirling as she stirred it.

"Got a big day tomorrow, Lizzie?"

Big day … just the first day of my life … I mused.

"Or is today already?"

I turned my head and saw the time.
2 am!!
And I hadn’t even had any sleep yet!


"Oh yes...some cocoa in my hot milk please.
Its in the cupboard above the stove."


I nodded and moved across the kitchen.
Reaching up I opened the cupboard, soon finding the container I retrieved it and carefully closed the door.
I moved back towards the stove and taking a dry spoon out of the drawer, heaped cocoa straight into the pan.

”I’ll join you … “

I told him softly:
Cocoa sounded an even better option than straight warm milk.

”I don’t have a big day … I guess I need to make some plans though …”

I poured the milk into two large mugs, put a spoon in each then turned, moving towards Mr Hardy to lay them on the table.
Seating myself closely beside him, I stretched and ran a hand through my rapidly drying hair.

”I couldn’t sleep … the apartment is lovely by the way … it wasn’t that … it’s just … “

I toyed with my spoon and stirred it round, watching the swirl once more.

”Things are complicated .. my parents … “

I sighed and gave an embarrassed shrug of the shoulders.

”Sorry …”

My eyes met his, curious and searching before dropping my eyes once more.

”I won’t be this much trouble every night … I promise …”

Crossing my legs, I picked up my mug sipping at it before smiling across at the tired man by my side.
 
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"Thank you dear." I told Lizzie, as I pulled the mug to me, and blew across the top of it. I eyed her over its steamy surface. I smiled at her cander ways. She had class, that was for sure.

"Well if I can do anything to help you let me know , honey." I said as I took a small sip of the hot cocoa.

I toyed with the spoon and swirled it around in the hot liquid. Trying to cool it off. Her head was down and ever so often she would look up through her damp hair. It was quite cute and alluring.

I shifted in my seat and rubbed my scruffy unshaven face. I thought about a 100 things to strike a conversation, but quiet sipping of the cocoa seem to be peaceful. I didnt want to bring up any thing that would upset her. So I just watched and adored her cute ways with a smile.
 
Elizabeth Sanderson

”Thank you dear."

I smiled at his softly spoken gratitude.

"Well if I can do anything to help you let me know , honey."

It was a kind offer, but there was nothing anyone could do.
I shrugged.

”I’ve been stuck in the middle all my life.
At least I’m finally out of it now …”


I said as I took a small sip of the hot cocoa.

”I can’t remember the last time I had a hot milky drink like this … thought I’d grown out of it …”

I commented softly.

”Hits the spot though, doesn’t it?”

Easing the mug away, I allowed my head to drop to my arms as I rested my head on the table.

”I am going to be such a wreck tomorrow … well… later today …
Just can’t to switch off somehow … “


I muttered, closing my eyes and feeling suddenly very weary.
 
I put my hand on her shoulders and gave her a light rub.
She seemed a bit tense.

"Why don't you go try and sleep now dear."

I finished my cocoa and pushed the cup back on the table. I leaned back in my chair and wiped my eyes. I was feeling a bit tired now my self.

"Think that warm milk is starting to work on me now." I said yawning. A thought crossed my mind of carring her up to her bed. But her youth would probably be her carrying me. I thought laughing.

Guess Ill head to bed dear. Make yourself at home." I said, as I got up and put my cup in the sink and headed to the bedroom.
 
Elizabeth Sanderson

I murmured softly as I felt his hand rub my shoulder.
It felt nice.

"Why don't you go try and sleep now dear."

I was sorry when he drained his drink and moved away from the table.

"Think that warm milk is starting to work on me now."

I looked up and smiled as he yawned.

"Guess Ill head to bed dear. Make yourself at home."

I nodded and decided he was right.

"'Nite Mr Hardy ... sleep well..."

I watched him leave and sat alone in the kitchen sipping until my drink was empty.
Rinsing it, I the mug in the sink and made my way upstairs.

It wasn't until I slid beneath the covers that I realised I was a bit chilled.
I put out the light and snuggled down, feeling drowsy as my body warmed.
Slowly drowsiness took over and I slid into a deep dreamless sleep.
 
The new day dawned, as I scratched my self and yawned. I stumbled into the kitchen and wiped my eyes. I readied the coffee pot and brought out a skillet for scrambled eggs.

I looked out back to see if my new tenant was stirring but no sign of her. I went out front and got the morning paper. Went back to the kitchen and sat it on the table.

I started the eggs and some toast. The smell started to wake me up. I poured a quick cup of joe and sipped at the hot coffee.
The scrambled eggs didnt take long and the toast popped up. I buttered the bread and slapped it on a plate and sat down to eat.
I opened the paper and started read as I ate.

There on the front page was an add for a missing girl. I wondered if it was Lizzie, a run away??? "Naawww." After reading it further realized it was an asian girl. My mind was just curious about the mystique of my guest..but it'll all come out in time I thought.

"But for now I better treat her like a Queen...cause she just might be the princess of england or something..." I thought with a laugh in my voice.
 
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