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WORKING MY WAY THROUGH COLLEGE CH. 01
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It was the first week of the fall semester, and I still didn't have a
place to stay. I had been sleeping in my car each night, and showering
in the men's locker room each morning. I was standing in the Student
Union Hall looking at the dwindled list of low rent housing units that
were still available. "If only I had gotten here a few weeks earlier", I
thought to myself. The only places listed were out of reach for what
little money I had after tuition, books, etc. I was feeling desperate
since I also still needed a job, my grant money was almost gone, and my
student loan check hadn't arrived at my P.O. box yet.

As I looked down from the bulletin board, my hopes of finding a cheap
place dashed, a voice came from beside me.

"Hi, I'm Dale", he said. I was kind of startled - I hadn't noticed him
arrive. "Hello", was all I could muster in response.

I looked him up and down quickly. He was a white guy in his mid-to late
40s with dark hair and a trim build. Kind of average looking. In his
hands were a binder, and a picture of a house with a paragraph under it,
and some tear-off phone numbers. The kind you see on the board.

"Looking for a place?” he asked.

"Yeah. They're all too expensive for my budget, though", I replied. I
felt like crying. He must have noticed.

"I was going to post this, but now I think I'll wait", he said.

I took another look at the picture. It was a small, one story house,
with a small yard, and no other houses visible in the picture.

"Too expensive for me", I said.

He looked at me with what seemed like deep sympathy, and said, "Why
don't I buy you a cup of coffee".

"Sure", I said. Why not? I didn't have anything better to do. Otherwise,
I'd just have to go back to my car, drive to a rest area, and sleep. I
was sure tired of that car by now.

We walked a short distance to a coffee shop, where he had me take a seat
at a table while he ordered some coffee for us. Before I sat, he gave me
his binder, with the house-for-rent ad. While I waited, I looked at the
picture again. My mind wandered, and I began to picture myself living in
a house, instead of my car. I pictured the refrigerator full of food,
and compared that to the McDonalds meals I had been eating for the last
2 weeks. I pictured myself sleeping in a bed, instead of my backseat. A
television and a couch, instead of my car radio. It was a dream,
compared to living out of a car.

The paragraph under the picture read, "Furnished 2 br, 1 1/2 bath. 1800
sq ft. w/attached garage. Rent negotiable. Please inquire". Definitely
more than I could afford, but it was nice to dream for a minute.

Dale sat down across from me, and handed me a cup of coffee. We made
small talk for a few minutes, like "What's your major, how long have you
been in town", stuff like that. Eventually, I had told him all about my
dire financial situation, and the fact that I was living out of my car.
He seemed genuinely sorry for me. Not that I wanted any pity from
anybody, but I was in a pretty pitiful state just then.

"Why don't you move into my rental house", he asked.

"That HAS to be more than I can afford, Dale", I told him.

"Not so fast", he said. "I just inherited it from my sister who passed
away", he told me. She had been sick for a long time, he explained. Now
that she was gone, the house was sitting empty, and it was paid for. All
he needed to do was pay the taxes each year, and keep it maintained, he
explained. If I stayed there, I could help him out by keeping it clean.
We could work out the rent details after I found a job.

"What if I can't find a job", I asked?

"I'll help you get some work", he said with a smile. Somehow I knew he
meant that.

It was all too good to be true, but here he was making me an offer to
live there! I could go from living in my car, to living in a house not
far from school. Of course I jumped at the chance.

"Let's go over there now", he said. It was Friday afternoon, and I
didn't have any classes until Monday morning, so I followed his BMW in
my old Ford, until we came to the house. It was just as it looked in the
picture. Small, but well kept.

Once inside, he gave me the quick tour. The kitchen was small, but had a
dishwasher, refrigerator, even a microwave, and a toaster. The living
room had a nice couch and loveseat, an entertainment center, with a nice
TV, and a small stereo. A couple of lamps, and a large picture window
with a view of the back yard. The drapes were cheap looking, but I
didn't mind at all. The bathroom in the hallway was tiny, but had a
shower stall in it. No more going to the locker room to shower, I
thought to myself.

He led me into the small bedroom on the left. "This will be where you
stay", he said. "I hope you don't mind".

I didn't mind. It had a single bed, which was much better than that back
seat I had been sleeping in. A chest of drawers, and a nightstand with a
lamp were all that were in the room. It was furnished very cheaply, like
most guest rooms are, I supposed. Still the drawer space, and a small
closet would be all I needed. I was grateful.

Then he took me into the master bedroom.

"This was my sister's room. I'll show it to you, but please keep out of
here. I kind of want it to look like it did when she was alive", he
said. I solemnly agreed.

It was very different than all the other rooms. Everything in there was
very feminine. The bedspread on the large bed was pink with small roses
printed on it. Four posts rose up from the corners of it, and they were
painted flat white. The bed looked very soft and inviting.

A very expensive looking set of furniture consisted of matching dresser
with a large mirror, a large chest of drawers, and matching night tables
on either side of the bed, filled the room very tastefully. A pink
vanity in the back corner had 3 mirrors, so you could see yourself from
different views. Perfume bottles, makeup, and other feminine items were
all over the place, as if a woman still lived there.

The master bath was very large, with a huge bathtub, and brass fixtures
everywhere. In front of the large mirror were all kinds of makeup,
lotions, etc.

Back out in the bedroom, he opened the top drawer of the dresser.
Inside, it was filled to the top with bras and panties of all sorts. He
left it open a few seconds, while I looked at it. The sight of all those
panties and stuff made me kind of horney, but I felt him look at me, so
I stopped staring. I looked back at him, and he opened the small drawer
on the right. In there were stockings and garters, all very neat. Again
he held the drawer open for what seemed like a long time, but really
only a few seconds. I wondered why he was showing me her underwear
drawers, but I didn't say anything.

"Definitely leave those drawers alone", he said.

"I will", I promised.

Then he opened the walk-in closet, and showed me all the nice dresses,
and shoes in there. Some of them seemed pretty sexy for a woman I
figured had to have been in her 40's, but I didn't say anything. After a
few seconds, he closed the closet, and we went into the living room, and
sat down.

We talked for a while, about my chores. Basically, I was to keep the
place clean on the inside and let him know if there were any repairs
needed, but he had a gardener that would take care of the outside.

"How am I going to pay for this", I asked.

"We'll just have to find you a job, wont we", was his reply.

After a while, he left, and I unpacked my car for the first time in
weeks. I got everything setup just right, and went to take a shower.

When I got in the shower I found that the soap and shampoo were
perfumed, and kind of feminine smelling. I didn't really care, since
nobody else was around.

After the shower, I found that there were no combs on the sink, only a
pink brush. As I brushed my hair, I thought how his sister must have
loved pink. I found a robe on the back of the door. It was a faint pink
in color, but again, nobody would see. I slipped it on, and went into
the living room to watch TV for the first time in a few weeks.

There was nothing very interesting on, but I kept switching channels in
hopes of finding something.

I began to notice the feel of the silk against my body, and how erotic
it felt. I touched my nipple through the silk, and was delighted with
how wonderful it felt. I let my hands roam all over me, and was getting
very turned on. I wrapped the silk around my hardening cock, and almost
made myself cum instantly.