Hi all. I'm Matthew, a 54 year old semi-retired lawyer. I'm semi-retired because I just got so tired of grinding away at the nuances of contract law. So about 10 years ago, I quit my job as a partner at a firm, took a nice payout, and got a job teaching at a local law school here on Long Island. I'm divorced almost 20 years, with no children and my ex got remarried a long time ago, so I have no financial obligations aside from my own life. I have a sister, a single mother with two kids and I help her out from time to time. I love her and I love the kids and I don't want them to struggle.
I'm a shade over six feet tall, I have most of my hair, which is brown and silver, I'm fit from playing a lot of golf and swimming. I see some friends a couple of times a month for dinner and drinks, I read a lot, and I'm kind of fanatical about the Yankees, so I go to about 10-20 games a year. I take a couple of golfing vacations a year and I'm overall content with my life. The one area that is lacking is my sex life. I dated a lot when I got divorced but as the years have gone on, it's become a rare occasion, and my sex life has pretty much ended. I haven't gotten laid for 8 years. You get used to it, or at least I did.
I have a nice house, all paid off, and it has an upstairs apartment, a two bedroom. When it becomes vacant, about every year or two, I always advertise it at the school I teach at. A lot of the upperclassmen and grad students want off campus housing not far from campus and my house is only ten minutes away. I rent it out to one or two students at a very reasonable price, much less than I could get for it otherwise, because I don't need the money to survive; the extra income pays for my golf habit and the young people could use a break on expenses. I prefer female tenants to males because they tend to keep things cleaner and they're not as likely to throw loud, wild parties. And they have to have their parents co-sign the lease so I can hold them responsible for damages or for rent payments. And as a lawyer who specializes in contracts, I know how to draw one up that protects me very well. In 12 years of renting, I've only had to evict someone once.
As I said, those seeking to rent are almost always upperclassmen or grad students. Freshmen and sophomores are more likely to like campus life, at least to start. But sometimes one of them decides they don't like dorm life, either because it can be noisy or there's a real lack of privacy. Some people are naturally loners. I always put up my For Rent notices at the end of the semester for returning students to see. Once in a while, it takes me until the end of August, just before school starts up again, to get a renter. And that's how it was last school year. I had some lookers during the summer when I wasn't travelling, a couple of young men were interested but one of them couldn't pass the credit check I ran and neither could his parents. That's something I never took a chance on.
It was about 10 days before classes began when I got a call from a woman who wanted to look at the apartment for her daughter. We made an appointment and they came over the next day. They pulled up in the mother's brand new Nissan, which bode well for them. I greeted them and shook hands with Arlene, the mother, an attractive 40-something blond and then her daughter Rachel, a sophomore who didn't want to live on campus after her first year. She was cute, very attractive, not model beautiful, long, almost jet-black hair and blue eyes, and very thin, almost skinny. It worked for her because she was about 5'5" with a very slim frame. Athletic, like a long distance runner. She was polite and shook hands confidently and gave me a charming smile. She gave me a very good impression.
I took them upstairs via the private entrance and they looked everything over. Arlene asked some very astute questions. The apartment was immaculate (I always brought in a professional cleaning service after a tenant moved out) and had some basic furniture, like a dinette set in the kitchen and an entertainment center for the living room. Most anything else was up to the renter to provide.
"Mr. Silverman" Arlene asked, "why is the rent so much below market value? You could get at least five hundred more a month than you're asking."
"Mrs. Berman, I don't need this to pay my bills. It's extra income but not needed income. The money pays for my golf addiction. So I can offer it to students and help them out by providing a reasonably priced apartment. You pay the rent, I pay the electric."
We hashed out some details, I gave them two months free for a two year lease, and we all shook hands. I had both mother and daughter fill out a credit check consent and told them I'd let them know by the next morning. They passed easily, and I called to let them know they could move Rachel in whenever they were ready with school starting in eight days. Arlene said they'd be moving in in either four or five days.
Four days later, a large U-Haul van pulled into the driveway and Arlene's and Rachel's cars pulled up in front of the house. A couple of hired men got ready to move Rachel's things into the apartment. I offered both ladies some coffee, which they gratefully accepted, and then they went upstairs to supervise the move in.
It took about two hours to get everything in and into the right rooms, and then Arlene and Rachel spent a lot more time getting everything unpacked and where they wanted. By the time they were mostly finished it was almost 5, they were both hot and sweaty despite the central air conditioning, and I offered to bring in something for dinner. Again, they were very grateful and I ordered Chinese food for all. We sat together in my kitchen, Arlene and I had a couple of beers and Rachel had iced tea. It was a good chance for us all to get to know each other better.
I found out Arlene was divorced and remarried, worked as a grade school teacher and Rachel's father paid a lot of her bills but wasn't very involved in her life. Rachel told me some things about herself, that she wanted to study pre-law. I offered to help her if she needed and I told her if her grades were good, when it was time I'd help her if I could with law school applications and a letter of recommendation.
"Mr. Silverman, thank you. You don't even know me yet."
"First of all, call me Matt. My students call me Mr. Silverman. My friends call me Matt. That goes for both of you. Second, I didn't promise to do that. I said IF your grades and tests warranted my help and if you're a good tenant, THEN I would help. If you're going to study law, you have to listen carefully to what is said and how it's said or written."
"Thank you, Matt" Arlene said with a nice smile. "I knew this apartment was going to work out right for you, sweetie" she said as she held her daughter's hand. We talked a little more, then Arlene was feeling tired and she had to go home. I understood; it had been a long, tiring day. She went home and Rachel went to spend her first night in her new apartment.
Later that night, I was tossing and turning, which was unusual for me. I'm almost always the type that falls asleep within ten minutes of my head hitting the pillow. I knew what the problem was. I did something I hadn't done in a few months at least. I jerked off, thinking of Rachel, her very cute face and her very slender body. She had worn cut off shorts and a tank top during her moving in. She had curves at her hips, almost no breasts, but she did have big, thick nipples that stuck out prominently. She had long, thin legs and a little ass that looked like it would be soft and tight. Thinking about such things had my cock raging hard and I jerked off furiously, After about five minutes, I came hard with a cry, and months of accumulated sperm and seminal fluid splattered all over my tummy and chest. It was a real mess and I had to clean it up with a wet towel before returning to bed and I fell into a deep sleep.
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Over the next few days, I played golf in the mornings and in the afternoons I did some chores and I helped my new tenant with some things. She always wore short shorts of some kind, and either t-shirts or tank tops and it looked like she rarely wore a bra. I guess she really didn't need to; there was little to support. She still was lovely. The size of her breasts didn't change that and besides, I'm more of a leg and ass man.
The night before school started, Sunday night, Rachel had a couple of her girlfriends over and I could hear them laughing and talking, though of course not what they were saying. I didn't want to know; it was none of my business. I was just pleased to hear laughter in the house.
About 10PM, her friends left and a few minutes later my doorbell rang. Sure enough, it was Rachel.
"Hey, kiddo, how are you doing? Anything wrong?"
"Not at all, Matt. I was just wondering if you wanted a slice of cake. It's chocolate with yellow cake. My friend Abby made it. It's pretty good" she said in a sweet, slightly flirty, manner.
"Thanks, Rachel. I'll have it tomorrow; it's a little late for me. You want to come in for a few minutes?"
"Thank you, but I'd better get ready to go to sleep. It's a big day tomorrow."
"Yeah for me too. I teach my classes Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I'm off Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I play golf while the weather's nice."
"You play a lot, don't you? I'd like to learn how to play. I'm a pretty good athlete, though you wouldn't know it to look at me."
