Further Education (Closed)

[BethJones]

Melinda - 29
5'1
Brown eyes
shoulder length, bleached blonde hair
slim, tonned body, physically strong although not overly muscular in appearence.

A fading tan from a lack of time on the sunbeds.


The bitter smell of service station coffee wafted around the car as Melinda edged forward in the near stationary traffic. Travelling in to University from home had seemed like a good idea six months ago when she had been accepted for her PHD. Now three weeks in the six and a half hour round trip was killing her, such a lot of wasted time and the perceived cost saving was negligible based on the loss of time and the excess fuel used in traffic each day, not to mention the parking and coffees.

After another gruelling day, Melinda arrived home, later than normal due to another accident on the motorway. Enough was enough she couldn’t commute every day like this, she may only be in University for three days a week but it was just too much. She half-heartedly discussed the issues with Mike, her long standing boyfriend. They would have married but for the expense of her PHD, the wait would be more than made up for by her increased earnings. To her surprise he agreed that the driving was unreasonable, Melinda half remembered he had suggested it would be hard going months ago, but of course she knew better.

The next day was another University day. The journey was as gruelling as ever yet she managed to arrive a little earlier than normal. Melinda wandered through the university, enjoying the opportunity to explore. In the corridor was a student noticeboard, she glanced over casually, her eyes drawn to a small advert. It was perfect, cheap, close to the university and most importantly still available judging by the date on the top of the paper.

Melinda called the number tentatively hoping that she could secure a viewing today.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Name: Adrian Clark
Age: 52
Height: 6 foot, broad and tall - as such carried his middle age spread well
Hair: greying and balding, cropped.
Eyes: piercing blue

Adrian felt his pocket vibrate, but he ignored the call. He was currently having a working breakfast with one of his major clients, as an accountant. He sipped his coffee, as he looked at the paperwork his client offered him.

About an hour later, he retrieved his phone, as his client left the coffee house, round the corner from where he worked and looked at the display, revealing a number as opposed to a name.

He called back...

"Hi Adrian speaking, how can I be to help?"

 

[BethJones]

Melinda recognised the number as the one she had called earlier. Excusing herself from the study group, she slipped outside and answered.

"Hi Adrian speaking, how can I be to help?"

She responded positively, sensing his professionalism in his voice.

"Hi... I'm Melinda, I saw an advert for a room at your house... I wondered if it was still available?" she said hopefully.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Hi Melinda, and a pretty name. Yes it is, the previous occupant has only just moved out at the weekend. Would you be interested in a viewing?"

The two arranged a lunchtime slot as he confirmed the address

"12 Bishops Gate Close to Bishops Gate Park, and the main entrance to the old campus."

"Great, I'll see you around 1-ish, till then, bye."

Adrian finished the call, and paid the waitress, before starting the 20 minute or so walk back home. He was a self employed, semi retired accountant, having worked in the city till his wife's cancer diagnosis, from which she never recovered. He moved to a smaller city, as to spend more time looking after his daughter, who was 9 when her mother died, over ten years ago. Sophia was now in her second year at university, studying Psychology.

Once home, he headed to his office, where he worked, till his clock informed him that 1pm was approaching.

He headed down stairs, into the kitchen, and put the kettle on to boil, as well as turning the espresso machine on.

He was wearing a smart pair of Dockers Chinos, and a suitable long sleeved double cuffed shirt, a pair of union flag cuff links keeping the cuffs together. His feet had a pair of odd socks on, a trait he had followed since his teens.

 

[BethJones]

It had taken some doing but Melinda had managed to secure a free lunchtime, usually she worked through lunch to enable a quick getaway.

She walked through the park, which looked splendid for the time of year. the air was warm but comfortable as she approached the house. She glanced along the street, noticing most were now converted to flats. She had always hated the waste of these good, solid family homes being turned into flats. She wandered closer to the address, a little disappointed as these marvellous Edwardian properies had been gutted and repurposed.

A small smile spread across her face as she approached the address she was heading for. Looking up, 12 Bishops Gate Close. Seemingly untouched. She walked slowly up the small pathway to the front door, knocking gently, almost afraid that she would destroy the history by knocking too loudly.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Adrian heard the door bell, and walked along the long Edwardian hall way to the front door, opening it to see a not unattractive female standing on the top step. She looked pretty, though her hair was obviously faked blonde, something he disliked. He preferred people to accept their physical traits...

"Afternoon, Melinda I assume, please come in." as he offered his hand to her.

He lead them down a long hall way, on the left were the stairs, whilst on the right were two doors. On the walls were photos of himself with his wife, his daughter or all three, though from when the daughter was around 9, the wife seemed to be missing.

He lead her to a large modern kitchen on the back, the side window looking into the garden, where a conservatory could be seen, together with a camera on a tripod within the conservatory. The garden was a mixture of decking and lawn, with flowers along the edges.

Turning to face Melinda he spoke. "Tea, coffee or iced water? All can be easily prepared. As he finished speaking, he sipped his freshly made latte.

 

[BethJones]

The greeting seemed genuine, Adrain seemed nice enough and the interior of the house maintained it's charm. Melinda stepped through the door a little apprehensive, realising she hadn't told anyone where she was going, which even for a confident and physically strong woman like her was potentially a grave mistake.

Hoping to not seem too rude she took out her phone as Adrian prepared the water, sending a brief text with a hint of humour to cover her realisation that she may have been a tad stupid. The text briefly told her boyfriend where she was and asked him to call in an hour if she hadn't got back to him. Although late in the day she at least felt a little better.

Tentatively she accepted the water, having made yet another schoolgirl error and failed to watch him prepare it, again just in case. She held the cool glass and began to chat about the room, deliberatly not so much as sipping from the glass.

She covered the basics, price, what was included and any other information that would be of use to her. She explained she was willing to pay for the whole week but normally she would only be staying in the room on a Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday night. After establisidhing the basics she asked if she could see the room, trying not to seem too keen, whilst knowing that she didn't have much choice.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Adrian chatted about the room, informing Melinda that he lives there with his daughter Sophia who is also at the uni, studying Psychology and politics.

"The rent is normally £500, though if I rented it to a upcoming professional, I could get £750 per month or more.... But as you will be here less, I will include the bills if that would help."

Adrian explains that you can use the kitchen and the back laundry room if required, as well as the oven, but you have a mini fridge and a small electric cooker up in your room...

Wi-fi is included as well as a network socket....

As he finishes his coffee he offers to show you around the place...

The dining room, and then the front living room with a large 50 inch flat screen TV, happy for you to sit in here in the evenings... There are various canvas prints of my photographs around the room, as well as more photos of Sophia and Claire, her mother, again when Sophia is ten or so, Claire is no longer in the photos..

I am still wearing the wedding ring...

"This floor is effectively out of bounds.. and is my floor, that room there over the kitchen is my study, whilst the other room is my bedroom....."

Leading you up to the second floor,

"that is Sophia's room"​

over looking the front of the house, and the small room at the front next to Sophia's whilst it has a door, it is also blocked by furniture - as it is on my floor as the small room has been converted into walk in wardrobes....

"There is the main bathroom, should you wish to have a bath - if you can prise Sophia out of it!"

Finally up to the attic area.... This would be your room, with a 3/4 bed, a small ensuite bathroom with sink, toilet and shower, and a kitchenette area.... a desk and fitted wardrobe/draws along the main wall.....

"What do you think Melinda?"

 

[BethJones]

Melinda relaxed a little as he walked around the house, hearing about his daughter’s room certainly made her feel better. Her room seemed expensive at £500 a month even with bills, but then where she lived rent and house prices were much cheaper.

When they reached the room that would be hers, she had worked out her driving costs, and whilst this was much more expensive it would dramatically improve her state of mind. The whole house felt right. She had warmed to Adrian as he had shown her around the house, she liked his frankness and guessed that should she do something he didn’t like he would tell her and likewise she felt she could do the same. There was nothing more important that nipping small issues in the bud rather than festering and leading to an atmosphere.

After checking the room out carefully Adrian asked her opinion.
“I would love the room,” she said by now unable to contain her excitement as the dread of those early mornings and late nights lifted from her.
“When can I move in?” she asked.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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“When can I move in?”

"When ever! As you can see it is vacant... All I request is a letter from the university to confirm that you are indeed a full time student. I can give you a copy of the standard university letting agreement down stairs.... Would you be able to pay by Bacs? "

He met her eyes and smiled, despite her died hair; she was rather alluring.

 

[BethJones]

“BACS is fine… I’ll sort a letter this afternoon… then if I start dropping things in tomorrow with a view to being here from next Wednesday?” Melinda spoke excitedly. Her mind already racing as he looked forward to not having to drive to University three times a week.

The hours she would get back, the fact that instead of idling in traffic she could study and have more time at the weekends. Melinda’s smile had grown. How her life would change without having to drive backwards and forwards so much.

She thanked Adrian for his time, his hospitality and most of all the room as she skipped back to University to get the necessary paperwork and to read over the agreement. She made a few subtle enquiries with student services to ascertain that Adrian had let to students before and that his daughter was an undergrad at the University. By the end of the afternoon she was satisfied and she popped the signed agreement into him before driving home that night.

The traffic that evening was almost certainly the worst she had driven through, yet that didn’t seem to matter as she figured it would be the last time trying to do the drive in rush hour.

That evening she packed up a few essentials; clothes, underwear, books, stationary and her favourite pink rabbit vibrator, although it hadn’t been used for a long time she was used to a fairly active sex life. She guessed that as the vibrator was well hidden in her clothes box it would be fine to leave for a few days at Adrian’s house.

The following day she arranged to meet Adrian to drop off the boxes and to take her first month’s payment. Again the drive in had been a nightmare but knowing this was coming to an end made her smile.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Name: Sophia Clark
Age: 20
Height: 5'6 size 8-10
Eyes: Menacing, mysterious brown
Hair: Brunette just past shoulder length, often worn in a pony or platted, or a mixture
build: runs regularly with her father, so she is fit and toned, but not overly muscular, her breasts are a large b/small c cup and firm, so can (and often does) go bra less)

Sophia was sitting in the kitchen when she heard the front door open, as she looked up and saw Melinda, their new lodger...

She took a mouthful of her cereal and walked down to the hall, smiling, as she wore a pair of navy blue leggings and a lose racer back top, her breasts bouncing with her strides. Her hair was in a unkempt mesh of plats.

"Hi I assume your Melinda? Dad told me to expect you.... Can I give you a hand?" she offers looking at your bags, but also offering her a hand.....

 

[BethJones]

Melinda, struggled to the door with the first box. She worked the key into the lock, feeling a little strange letting herself into someone elses house. Pausing momentarily considering knocking first. She shook her head, realising she was being silly, this was her home too now.

She pushed the door open carefully and stpped inside with the first box, placing it by the door before turning to go and get the second from the car. melonda hadn't noticed anyone in the house, too busy in her own thoughts. It was as she returned with the second box she realised someone was in the kitchen.

"Hello..." she called feeling a little embaressed she hadn't noticed the young woman sitting at the table. She placed the box down and walked slowly to the kitchen,

"Hi... Sophia?" she asked inquisitively although almost certain she was correct based on the images she had seen dotted around the house.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Yes I'm Sophia" she replied giggling, obviously Melinda had not heard her introduce her self.

"Can I help you with your stuff?" she offered again. "Would you like some tea of a coffee? there is a pot of tea made."

The two of them headed out to the street, Sophia was barefooted as she started to help Melinda carry her items up to her room, with both of them; it only needed two more trips.

"So how about that cup of tea... or coffee if you prefer? or do youhave to head of to work? Father told me you are post grad at the uni."

Her eyes met Melinda's as she smiled softly.

 

[BethJones]

"Nice to meet you," Melinda replied thankful for the help to get her things inside, there hadn't seemed so much when she had loaded the car, but then she had only managed to put one bag in herself the rest had been loaded by Mike.

Glancing at her watch, Melinda smiled, "A coffee would be good if its not too much trouble?" she said having skipped her usual morning stop to get here early. "I'm in from 9 but have a bit of time now," she continued.

She instantly felt at home, Sophia seemed kind and caring and easy to get along with. The two sat enjoying their drinks chatting casually about their common interest, the university. She commented on how kid her father was and then toyed with the idea of asking about her mum, deciding this might not be the most opportune moment.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Sophia turned the espresso machine on, and was soon making a latte for her new lodger. The kitchen was filled with the sound of coffee beans being ground and the milk steamed, before the metal jug was banged on the surface before being poured.

As they sat and chatted, Sophia looked at Melinda, her hair, her lips and her neck, thinking to herself that those lips were rather kissable.

But the time flew by as they made mall talk, before Sophia stood up....

"Sorry to be rude, but I've just noticed the time, I need to get ready for work."

With that, she turned and almost ran to the stairs, offering Melinda a view of her firm bum in those leggings of hers.

 

[BethJones]

Melinda smiled, accepting that it was later than she had thought. She watched as Sophia scampered upstairs and thought it was probably time she did the same. Being a good house guest she washed bothe cups, dried them and then left them on the side not sure where they should go.

Over the weekend Melinda worked hard to catch up making sure she had some free time for her first few nights away. Mike and Melinda had spents some time apart and so this wasn't an entirely new experience, the regularity of theses absences was something new.

The last few boxes piled in the car and Melinda was off.

At the end of the day she headed to her new home from home, having driven on this occassion, althouth the plan from next week was to travel by train, a journey that was a little longer, but one which wouldn't be wasted time.

This time she approached the door a little more confidently, opening the lock and calling out, "Hi... It's only me... Melinda!" whilst not planning to announce herself every time she came in she felt that as this was the second time it would be polite to do so.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Sophia was munching on a carrot having just come home from her shift at Waitrose. She didn't enjoy working, per se, but from her mid teens, her father had 'encouraged' her to work. If she wanted something, he would always math her contribution.

If she needed something for uni such as a text book etc, then he was pretty pragmatic and sensible, but if she wanted what he termed a luxury, she had to earn it.

She had, as a result realised that money does not grow on trees, and as such had learnt the value of money. She had her back to the front door, when she heard Melinda's voice; and turned to face her over her shoulder.

"Hi Melinda... how's you? Good trip?"

She paused before she continued... "Would you like a Latte?"

Sophia was still in her uniform, the regulatory knee length slimline skirt, and the blouse. Her long hair was restrained by a scrunchy... As she saw Melinda approach, she remembered the pink rabbit vibrator she found in the bedside cupboard and smiled to herself. She had a similar model that was waterproof....

 

[BethJones]

"Latte would be great, as would some help," Melinda replied as she brought the first box in. She left the box by the door and together they brought in the last few.

Melinda wasa little embaressed as she realised her vibrator was lying next to a mox that had fallen over, she was certain she had stacked them well but evidently not well enough. She placed the remaining boxes nearby hiding the vibrator.

As they carried the boxes they had chatted casually about their days and discussed Adrian's absence. Realising they were alone, Melinda suggested they should go out for something to eat as a thank you for all the help so far.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"That is very kind of you." replied Sophia.

She paused before continuing... "I know the perfect place with a beer garden, so we can sit in the sun, and it isn't that expensive, the 'Raleigh'?"

Melinda just nodded in agreement...

Sophia looked at her watch "Sounds like a date to me" she giggled; "It is almost six thirty, say 7pm?"

Sophia dashed up stairs to her floor, hearing Melinda behind her as she entered her large room. She stripped, throwing her uniform into the laundry bin, and jumped into the shower; whilst not fully ensuite, she could enter the bathroom via her own door and lock the main door.

She dried her self down and dressed, wearing a skater skirt, and pumps, and a lace red top; wearing a black silk camisole underneath, and a waterfall cardigan. With the washing machine on, she waited in the kitchen with five minutes to spare....

 

[BethJones]

After following Sophia upstairs, Melinda had continued up to her room. She pulled out a few items before slipping into her shower. Time keeping was not one of Melinda's best skills and as after her shower she had pondered several outfits she arrived in the kitchen 10 minutes late.

Melinda had settled for her white thong and matching push up bra, although not essential she liked giving her breasts an extra lift. She had chosen pair of black fitted trousers which hugged her figure perfectly but flared at the bottom to sit nicely over the wedged sandles she had chosen. For her top she ahd chosen a short sleeved white with black spots v neck blouse, casual yet smart. The choice had been difficult as she wasn't really sure what type of place they were going to.

Sophia was waiting in the kitchen, and Melinda apologised accordingly for taking longer than she should to dress. he did feel a tad over dressed when she saw Sophie, but decided it wasn't worth changing and delaying further.

"Shall we go?" she asked.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Sophia tapped her fingers metaphorically as she waited. A trait of her Father's she had learnt, she hated those whose time keeping was poor. But when Melinda appeared, she felt slightly underdressed, as Melinda's tight trousers displayed her tight abdomen, and her shapely thighs.

"Shall we go?" Melinda asked.

"Of course!" replied Sophia.

She led the way, closing the door having set the burglary alarm, and walked down Bishops Gate to the park. She walked at a leisurely pace, chatting with Melinda, prying into her life as much as she could, hearing about her long term boy friend, her desire for a Phd, and her long term career plans.

And of course, Melinda asked about her, but more so about her father his career and the like....

 

[BethJones]

It was a pleasent evening, as the pair strolled towards the pub. Chat was light hearted but probing, each trying to understand more about the other.

Melinda wanted to know more, needed to know more, it was her natural inquisitiveness that led to the interwoven questions, each eliciting something new.

How long have you lived at the house? What does your father do? Does he work away often? How long have you worked at the store? What is it like to work for the company? Why did you chose your course? What are your long term plans?

Simple questions to judge her mood, building up for the more searching questions to be dropped over a glass or two of wine and a nice meal.

 

[CFMB_fan]

How long have you lived at the house? What does your father do? Does he work away often? How long have you worked at the store? What is it like to work for the company? Why did you chose your course? What are your long term plans?

"Lived here since mom was diagnosed with cancer of the colon, I was about 8 or 9 when we moved. My parents were accountants in the city, but when my Mom was diagnosed, they left and my father opened up an accountants practice here, so he could look after Mom and I"

"She died when I was ten so almost ten years ago. Since then Dad has bought me up with support from my Aunts.... " Sophia was as matter of fact as she could be. Melinda needed to know as did the other lodgers or her boyfriends, but she had become unsensitised to it, though a careful observer might see her shed a tear.

"Ive worked at Waitrose since I was sixteen, so almost four years, and they re pretty flexible, and I get a 10% staff discount at Waitrose and John Lewis, not that father needs it" smiling...

"The course, not sure really - I wanted to stay at home, which I regret some times but having lost mommy, I wanted to be close to daddy.... He is a pain in the arse at times but that bastard is always right it seems....!"


"Long term plans? TO reach 80, have two kids and four grandchildren!"

Sophia teased "So why the Phd, what are your plans, are you intending to marry Mike?"

 

[BethJones]

Melinda was caught a little off guard by the response, she had been saving the killer questions about her mum until they had started to eat. She admired the candid nature in which Sophia had addressed the topic. Matter of fact, almost emotionless, yet she guessed it was old news now and it rolled out so easily.

Melinda showed her sensitive side offering condolances at the appropriate moment, but not wanting to dwell too much on the sad memories. The revelation did help to make sense of the pictures in the house.

After listening intently to the responses it was Sophia's turn to turn the thumb screws and Melinda happily answered.

"I want to move up the food chain, and sadly without a piece of paper to prove I'm good at what I do I'm going nowhere," Melinda said a hit of sadness in her voice rather than the arrogance such a statement could imply. "I see the PHD as a stepping stone to put me in a position where I can influence dance and also to broaden my own thinking to make me more rounded." She concluded.

"We are as good as married without the paper... what his is mine and whats mine is mine so all good on tht front!" she giggled, "We may eventually do something formal but why bother the money can go to much better use!" she continued to explain, seemingly happy with the relationship in its current state no rush to do anything else.

The answer came to a natural conclusion as they approached the pub.