Room for Rent Part 4

By Leslie Schmidt

The next time he saw the clock it read 8:43.

Jeff didn't bother with shorts or a robe as he walked to the kitchen-the house was silent. He sat in the sun from the window next to the dining table and drank coffee and wondered what he should do about the fact that the pedophile renting the room down stairs had just committed statutory rape with his ten year old child. He looked out the window at the back yard.

It was a Saturday morning in late March. The trees were still bare but the grass and shrubbery was recovering from the winter. A few flowers had poked their pods up but had not opened yet. In a week there'd by lilies and daffodils in bloom. It was very early spring, just the right time for a romance.

He'd just have to play it by ear-and wipe his daughter's tears when they came. He would also, and this was more difficult, have to somehow talk to her about birth control.

The water started running through the pipes-the shower down stairs was on. Jeff refilled his coffee cup and went back to his bedroom to get dressed. This time, when he watched the video, it didn't have quite the fervid eroticism that had left him gasping the night before. Instead, Jeff had to acknowledge and admire that his daughter had happened to have fallen for a guy who was both very experienced and very good. He just had to wonder how much experience Tom had seducing young girls. Then he checked that thought knowing that Monica had been just as eager.

He was sitting in the living room reading the paper on his laptop when the toilet in the hall bathroom flushed. Monica froze in the doorway and pulled her robe more tightly around her when she saw her dad.

"Good morning honey," Jeff said, looking up from the computer as he lifted his coffee cup.

"Hi daddy," Monica replied as she tried to cover he anxiety.

"How was the movie?"

"It was good."

"I'm glad you had a good time. Did you go anywhere after?"

"Yeah, we went for a walk around the mall."

"At eleven?"

"It was still open, just all the stores were closed."

"OK," Jeff said as he turned back to the computer.

"Do you want breakfast?" Monica asked.

"Sure, what'cha making?"

"Is there sausage?"

"Yeah, I think in the freezer. I bought some last week."

"OK, I'll make sausage and eggs."

"Thanks honey," Jeff replied.

It was about when the smell of the sausage started moving through the house that Jeff got the idea. He went to the bedroom to find his phone.

"Honey," he said as he sat down to a plate with scrambled eggs, two sausage links and toast, "your grandmother's invited us for the weekend up at there place..."

This was always a popular choice for Monica-Jeff's parents had retired to a cabin on a lake. It was a four hour drive so trips there usually meant an overnight stay. It would be too cold to swim but the fishing might be good.

It was toward evening before Jeff was able to get alone with his daughter as the twelve foot aluminum boat drifted. The inch high ripples gurgled against the side as the boat was slowly blown down the lake by a small breeze. The sun was still above the horizon but moved intermittently in and out from behind puffy fair-weather clouds. It was out right now and Jeff had just unzipped his jacket as the light warmed his back.

"Honey," he started in the tone that always seemed to precede conversations that turned into fatherly sermons, "I'm worried about you and Tom..."

He could see Mona tense up and the color drained from her face. She turned away, pretending to take an interest in the red and white bobber on her line.

"Why?" she responded, not quite covering the tension in her voice.

"I know you've got quite a crush on him and, as soon as he's done with his project, he'll be leaving."

"I know," she said too quietly.

"Also honey," he changed his voice, this was a request that she look at him. Her face was rigid. "I've seen you hug him and, more than once, you've kissed him. Now I'm not going to stop Mother Nature but, if he puts his hand down your shirt, and you don't slap his face, it's time to think about birth control."

This gave her an out and she slipped back into her nonchalant 'tween 'I don't know what you're talking about' persona. "Oh Daddy!" She even managed to giggle.

"Well, if you're going to play adult games, behave like an adult..." Jeff said.

A year earlier he'd shown her a condom, explained how they're used, and then, left the box in the middle drawer in his bathroom where he knew she'd notice it. He'd ended that lecture with the same sentence.

For the rest of the visit, Monica seemed to slip back into her little girl mode. She even found a baby doll that'd been under the Christmas tree five years ago and played with it (she'd put her dolls away a year and a half ago). Her grandparents were charmed, Jeff just smiled and enjoyed the flash back.

As soon as they arrived home on Sunday evening, Monica went down into the basement.

On Monday, Jeff was tied up in a meeting until four. He got back to his office just as most of the data entry personnel were filtering out toward the elevator. He locked his door and lit off his personal laptop.

Monica was on top, straddling Tom's hips. The overhead camera got Tom's face and torso and the top of Monica's head. He had his hands up on her chest and was stroking her nipples with his thumbs. From the other camera Jeff zoomed in on his daughter's ass and Tom's balls. She was taking about two-thirds of him. When she lifted up Jeff could see the white ring of the base of a rubber.

Monica dropped down, hugging and kissing him as she pushed herself back on his hips. At the same time Jeff could see Tom's nuts pumping up and down while his cock surged with sperm. Their orgasm seemed to last for minutes but it was actually over in ten or fifteen seconds. Then they relaxed and Monica pushed her legs down so she was laying on him.

They panted and calmed down for a couple of minutes, then Tom rolled the ten year old off and sat up. He stripped the full condom off. He said something and Monica giggled. Then he dropped it off the bed onto the floor. They worked the covers, which had been down to Tom's knees, up over each other.

Jeff closed the connection-at least he was assured that they weren't being totally irresponsible.

That evening Monica stayed upstairs with Jeff while Tom worked downstairs.

The next day, Jeff went home during lunch, knowing Tom would be there.

"How's the project going?" he asked as he walked around the basement apartment looking at the pipes, vents and wires in the ceiling.

"Pretty well, I'm about finished up," Tom replied from his desk where a CAD drawing was on the screen.

"Yeah, when will that be?"

"I expect I'll submit it next week," Tom said as he looked up.

"Job search?"

"I've had a couple of Skype interviews but nobody'll give me an offer until I graduate."

"When will that be?"

"As soon as my advisor submits a grade," Tom replied, now looking at Jeff directly.

Jeff turned and fixed his gaze on the younger man. "Go somewhere a good ways away...East or West coast. You're going to break my daughter's heart. I want it to be a clean break."

The color drained from the younger man's face.

"There's good reason for you to get a long way away from her....and I insist," Jeff said sternly.

Tom was silent...

"You're relationship isn't what a ten year old should be involved with. I want her worrying about fifth grade things, she's not in High School."

"OK," Tom croaked.

"I'm not going to interfere with you two as long as you're responsible but it's got to end as soon as you're done. She's still a child-you're the adult."

"Yes sir."

As Jeff started up the stairs Tom asked: "How did you know. Did Monica tell you?"

Tom stopped and he couldn't help but smile. "No, and I'm not going to tell her I know but...the Trojan wrapper just under your bed is a dead give away."

END

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