My Daughter's Roommate............. 1

Disclaimers: this story is fiction based on the writer’s imagination. It doesn’t relate to anybody, place or position. Just read and enjoy, it is not an English class, the story was written for fun and nothing more .Please if you are upset by lesbian contents, please don’t read this. Thank you.

I sat on the window seat looking out at the pouring rain streaking the window. The gray day was totally in keeping with the way I felt and had felt, mostly, during the two years since my husband, Femi, died from a stroke, suddenly, without warning, one moment alive, the next dead.

My name is Bukola Adekunle, I'm 45 years old and a widow, as I've already mentioned. I'm a large woman, with big breasts, but far from fat, and am considered good looking. I have one daughter, Bola, who is 24 and attends higher institution in a small town about two hours from here.

A car pulled into my front yard, windshield wipers flashing. I recognized it immediately as Bola's, and she had someone with her. Now who could that be?

Bola and her passenger dashed for the door and threw it open, laughing, giggling and splashing water all over the hall floor.

"Good afternoon  Mom," she gasped, "I've brought a friend home for lunch. That okay?"

"Just fine, Bola, no problem at all." I replied as I embraced my daughter.

"Mom, this is Nkechi, she's my new roommate, just arrived this week. She's the same age as me." exclaimed Bola as she pulled her friend forward. "Nkechi, this is my mom."

Nkechi stepped forward and I was immediately stunned by not only her beauty but by an aura of sexuality that surrounded her. This was surely the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and I felt a stirring in the pit of my stomach and between my legs. "Nkechi, you're very, very welcome, it's so nice to meet you," I stammered, "come on in and make yourself comfortable."

"So nice to meet you too," replied Nkechi in a husky voice, "Bola's been telling me all about you, but she didn't tell me you were so beautiful."

"Thank you, Nkechi," I answered, blushing furiously, "that’s really nice of you to say so, even if it is an enormous exaggeration. You, however, are gorgeous."

I led Nkechi to the living room and seated her on the sofa across from me.

"I'll make us some coffee," said Bola, "while you two get to know each other. As Nkechi's my roommate, you'll probably be seeing a lot of her."

Unfortunately not as much as I would like, I thought to myself as I replied. "I'd like that, I'd like that very much." and studied this beautiful girl sitting on the sofa opposite me. Her hair was beautiful and hung below her shoulders, encircling a lovely, oval face. She wasn't very tall I remember from her arrival, about 5'1 or 5'2 I'd guessed, a beautifully proportioned, petite body, small, firm breasts with long pointed nipples thrusting against her white cotton top. Her beauty was having an amazing and incredible effect on me and the more I looked, the more I felt my juices pooling in my panties.

"Do I meet with your approval?" asked Nkechi gently.

"Oh I'm so sorry," I spluttered, blushing furiously, "that was so terribly rude of me, Nkechi. Please forgive me, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Please don't be," said Nkechi, reaching across the table and taking my hands, "I was watching you too and like what I see. Very much. But you must be used to being looked at, you are such a beautiful woman."

"No, it's not something I'm used to. I'm just a middle-aged widow who leads a very boring life. Seeing you is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in a long time. Oh my, doesn't that sound terrible!"

At that point, Bola entered the room with a tray of coffees and noticed Nkechi and I holding hands. "Good, you're getting to know each other," she said with enthusiasm, "I'm so glad."

We had a very pleasant afternoon chatting, exchanging stories, laughing a lot, until Bola looked at her watch and said "Time to go, Nkechi, I've got a class in just over two hours." She and Nkechi put their coats on and prepared to go back out into the miserable weather.

"Bye Mom, thanks for the coffee. Great to see you again. See you  later" said Bola and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you so much Mrs Adekunle, it was lovely to meet you." said Nkechi and kissed me as well, at the corner of my mouth.

"It's Bukola, Nkechi and you're welcome here any time at all. I mean it, any time at all."

Life went on as it had, slowly, boringly until, late one Friday afternoon a couple of weeks after Bola and Nkechi's visit, I was back sitting on the window seat, looking out at the seemingly never-ending rain and cold when a car I didn't recognize pulled into the front yard. There was a knock on the door and when I opened it, a bedraggled Nkechi was standing there.

"Good afternoon ma, may I come in please?"

"Nkechi dear, of course you can! Come in out of that miserable weather. How lovely to see you again."

She entered, removed her dripping jacket and shoes and stood in the corridor dressed in a short white skirt and tight t-shirt, shivering,

"Oh Nkechi, come here." I said, enfolding her in my arms and rubbing her back to warm her. She was short, coming only up to my chin.

"Come with me." I said, took her by the hand, led her into the living room and seated her on the rug in front of the blazing fire, knelt down behind her and rubbed her shoulders to help warm her up.

"What on earth are you doing out on a day like this? It's horrible out there."

"I came to pay you a visit, ma." she replied, still shivering. "I didn't realize it was going to be this bad when I left, but I would have come anyway."

"You silly girl," I said "you really shouldn't have come out in this, but I'm very glad to see you." and gave Nkechi a big hug.

Nkechi leaned back into my embrace and whispered "This feels so nice, ma, I'm warming up quickly now, but please don't let go," and gripped my encircling arms, kissing the back of my hands.

I didn't remember when I'd felt this good over the last two years and wondered if Nkechi was feeling good too.

"I think we should eat something, Nkechi, " I whispered. "I was going to have a salad. Will you share it with me?"

"I'd love to ma, can I come and help?"

"Sure, honey and ma me no ma. Call me by my name." I replied and we headed for the kitchen where we made and ate the salad, together with a bottle of wine.

We cleaned up, put the dishes in the kitchen sink and I turned to Nkechi. "Nkechi, you're staying here tonight. I'm not letting you drive back in this weather, and especially after that much wine. Not a chance!"

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