I stop at at only six

I'm not sure about Alison's reaction to this intimate situation, but I for one can feel my boner getting harder and harder. I stop abruptly at six, pulling the confused young woman off my lap and setting her on the bed by my side.

“Is that it, Sir?” If anything, Alison looks a little disappointed that her punishment was so short, “I owe you an awful lot of money.” It is tempting to take her in my arms and kiss her again to see if she's had a change of heart but we both could use time to think so instead I nod firmly and climb to my feet.

“I have to be frank with you, Angel,” Her tear-streaked face looks up at me from the bed, “I'm not all that comfortable causing you pain. That wasn't exactly what I meant when I said I take my rent money out of your tush.” I love the way her beautiful eyes widen when she finally processes what I mean. Before she can say anything I head for the door to her bedroom, tapping the security bolt on the frame as I go by. “If I were you, I'd keep this door bolted shut at night,” I warn her with a stern look, “You don't want to give an old man like me any opportunities...”

This time the look she gives me is impossible to decipher, and I head downstairs more confused than ever; the mixed signals I am getting from my beautiful young tenant are starting to fuck with my mind.

The next morning Alison settles down for her bowl of Special K like the night before never even happened. I wonder briefly if she even remembers that I told her she could live rent=free until this whole Covid thing got better. That wasn't going to be anytime soon. The talking heads on the news keep talking about getting the vaccines out in record speed, but if the government does as well getting shots in peoples arms as they did with testing, my sweet young tenant might be graduating before we go back to normal.

That evening, Alison joins me for dinner again. Good old-fashioned steak and potatoes with a Caesar salad on the side. I wasn't sure she would when I took the extra steak out of the freezer, but I'm glad I did because she eats the entire 12 oz. T-bone.

“I feel bad, Mr. P.” Alison finally sets down her knife and fork when the last of the steak is gone, “I'm not only behind on my rent, but now you're feeding me every night, too.”

“It's my pleasure, Angel.” To my surprise I realize I'm not just saying that and I wonder what it is about Alison that makes me so enjoy her company. Three months ago I couldn't even have imagined that I'd be chatting with a woman over dinner, especially not a beautiful teenager.

“If you say so, Mr. P.” Alison's smile takes on a wistful note, “Because that steak was way better than anything I can get at the dining hall even if I did have any points left on my card.” To my surprise she is the first to climb to her feet after dinner and takes both of our plates and loads them into the dishwasher along with the silverware. “Go watch your game, Mr. P, I'll tidy up in here.” It is too early for the Thursday night game, but I dutifully make my way into the living room and plop down on my armchair. In all the times Alison has shared my dinner with me, I think this is the first time she's offered to clean up.

It's not what I really want from that stunning young coed of course, but it's nice to see her trying. She joins me for the pre-game show, but clearly isn't really into it and even before the game starts she excuses herself and heads upstairs to do some studying.

“I'll be in my room, Mr. P.” She pauses significantly, “if you need anything...” There is something in her sad smile that makes me remember what happened last night in her room. Just to be sure that things don't get out of hand I remind her about the safety bolt installed on her bedroom door.

“Don't forget to lock your door, Angel.” I remind her, “better safe than sorry.”

“You're so sweet, Mr. P.” She laughs as she saunters up the stairs giving me repeated glimpses of her legs through the bars of the banister. I listen carefully for the 'click' of the deadbolt, but either it is masked by the opening of the football game or in spite of my warning, my tenant is willing to roll the dice.