My Daughter's Roommate............. 2

This suited Nkechi just fine as it had been her intention from the beginning to spend the night. She had no classes on the following day, or Sunday, so today seemed like the ideal opportunity to come. She had become totally infatuated with Bukola since their meeting, wanted to spend time with her but had waited a couple of weeks to come back, though the waiting had been extremely difficult.

I set up a bed for Nkechi in the spare room and we both sat in the living room, sitting on the sofa, my arms around her, loving the sweet, clean smell of her hair, watching the fire and as we were so comfortable together, we told each other the stories of our lives. It didn't take long before our eyes got heavy and our heads were nodding.

I shook myself awake, woke Nkechi and said "Right young lady, time for bed. I'll show you the way," and led her to the bedroom. "Here you are, dear, and you have your own private bathroom."

"Thank you so much." said Nkechi, rose on her toes and kissed me on the lips, which surprised me but I didn't let it show. "Good night, Bukola, sleep tight."

We closed our doors and I undressed. I decided to put on my favorite sheer, silk negligee in tones of light blue and light gray. I slipped it over my head, the soft, smooth silk teasing my large, fat nipples until they stood straight out, tenting the negligee over each full breast. So sheer was the negligee that my large, brown areolas and the thatch of black, curly hair between my legs were clearly visible. I'd never shaved because Femi always said that he loved to bury his nose in my black curls as he licked and sucked my clitoris, something that we both loved.

I used my en suite bathroom and was on the point of climbing into bed when there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" I called.

"Can I have some towels, please, Bukola? I think I'll have a shower.

"Oh I'm so sorry, Nkechi, that's inexcusable of me." I replied, went to the door, opened it and there she was, in a white bra and g-string. As we stood there her eyes dropped to my oh-so-evident black bushy pubic hairs and widened. For my own part I couldn't help noticing the wet patch on the front of her g-string and wondered if her juices were flowing as much as were mine.

I stepped out of the room, walked to the linen closet and selected some towels. Oh yes, I did notice just how incredibly gorgeous Nkechi was but this time tried not to be rude by staring! What a beautiful little thing she was. She took the towels, thanked me and as she walked away I watched the beautifully rounded, naked globes of her bottom jiggle in front of me. Oh my!

I returned to my own room, climbed between cool sheets, thinking of how beautiful she was, but it didn't take long for me to nod off into a deep sleep.

I awoke with a start. Someone was climbing into bed with me.

"Bukola," came a whisper "It's me, Nkechi. Can I climb in with you, I'm so cold? Please let me stay." begged Nkechi and reached out to grasp my arm.

I felt Nkechi's fingers on my arm and all resistance melted away. I opened my arms to my new friend who came to me, I felt her body against me. Nkechi was naked, her skin so soft as my hands followed her contours.

She did feel cold, but she also felt wonderful, so I held her, caressed her, to warm her up. She moved under my hands with little pleasure-filled moans.

"Take it off, Bukola, please take it off." Nkechi whispered urgently and I must admit that It took very little persuasion for me to allow her to help me remove my negligee. As I lifted it over my head I felt her small hands cup my full, heavy breasts, pinch my big, hard nipples and I breathed in sharply.

Nkechi kissed me on the lips, her tongue probing deeply into my mouth, meeting my own tongue thrusting back. Her hands were still touching my breasts, teasing my nipples, so I reached out to feel her small cone shaped breasts with their long pointed nipples, the first breasts, other than my own, that I had ever touched and they felt so very, very wonderful. She moaned in my mouth, again and again.

We were both on our knees, close together. She released one of my breasts and I felt a hand on the fur between my legs, the fingers probing until they found my slick, wet slit, caressing my clitoris, making me moan loudly in excitement, moving further, further, fingers probing into me then deep inside my body.

I reached out between Nkechi's legs to find that she was smooth, no hair at all, her lips swollen, wet and slick. Her body quivered as I stroked and rubbed her. I did what I do to myself when I masturbate, which is fairly often, the only sexual outlet I have had since my husband died two years ago. Until tonight, that is.

Nkechi played me like a guitar. I was shaking, quivering, moaning, whining as her fingers slid in and out, driving me to distraction while I caressed her small, firm, wet body, rubbed her clitoris, felt her respond as I was responding.

We came simultaneously, cum flowing, spraying from our cunts, groaning, screaming, bucking, jolting, oh God, oh God, it had been so long, so very, very long since I came. I was so happy that Nkechi seemed to be experiencing the same pleasure that I was having.

We collapsed into each other's arms. I held Nkechi's small body against mine, kissing her face, her eyes, her mouth, her neck. What was I doing? I had just made love, passionate love to a girl, a girl less than half my age and I had loved it, loved it, loved, loved, loved it, loved the feel of her, the sensation of her body pressed against mine, her breasts against my breasts, her hard, pointy nipples digging into my breasts.

Nkechi pulled away from me. "I was your first woman, wasn't I?" she panted.

"Oh dear," I replied, "was it that obvious?"

"You were sweet, Bukola." said Nkechi smiling, climbed to her knees, straddled me and clasped and kneaded my my breasts, their nipples still hard. "You're such a beautiful woman, you drive me wild, have since I first saw you. Just look at these wonderful breasts, so big, so soft and your nipples are to die for. I just want to stroke them, caress them."

"You're very welcome," I gasped, loving the sensations flooding through me. I reached up and stroked Nkechi's small breasts, felt her nipples grow under my fingers. "You know," I whispered, "I've never been with a woman until tonight, but the moment I saw you I knew absolutely that you excited the hell out of me and I couldn't wait to get my hands on you. My juices were flowing from the moment we met and I was so afraid that you would smell them pooling between my legs."

Nkechi grinned and whispered "I did, and you smelled wonderful. You have no idea how hard I had to struggle to keep my hands off you."

I knew that I was blushing furiously, but was feeling so happy that I decided to take things to the next level. "Nkechi, when I was married, my husband loved to go down on me, to lick and suck me. Will you let me do it to you so that I can find out what he liked so much? Please?"

Nkechi looked at me, stroked my face, squirmed up my body and turned so that she was straddling my face.

I looked up at my first ever view of a cunt, wet, slick, distended lips, split apart, feathery inner lips hanging, waiting for my mouth, my tongue. It was so very, very, beautiful and I wanted it. I reached up, grasped Nkechi's hips and pulled it down.

Nkechi spread her knees and the wetness of her cunt descended to cover my nose and open mouth, filling both with her juices.

I was entranced with the experience, sucked the juices, swallowed. Now I knew what Femi loved so much. But wait, Nkechi leaned forward, I felt hot breath on my own cunt, lips, a tongue, closing over my wet, slick slit, probing, sucking, just as I was doing. Oh God it felt so good, so very, very good, it had been so long. I turned my head a little, drew a breath, sought out and fond the hard little shaft of Nkechi's clitoris, sucked it into my mouth, flicked it with my tongue, reveling in the fact that Nkechi was doing the same to mine. Stomachs fluttered, pressure built, orgasm approached until suddenly, at the peak of sensation, dams broke, cum splashed, we coughed and spluttered, our faces running with liquid sex.

Nkechi climbed off, turned, fell into my arms and gasped into my ear "So, lover, was that what you thought it was going to be?"

"No, dear," I panted back, "it was a thousand times better. I never in my life imagined doing anything like that and when you went down on me I thought I was going to explode. Wait, I did explode, but so did you." and we both giggled loudly. "Thank you so much, Nkechi, I think that without you I'd never have experienced the joy of what we've just done. Thank you! I just hope I haven't disappointed you, my dear, that would break my heart."

Nkechi took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue again plumbing the depths of my mouth then replied. "Dear, you couldn't disappoint me if you tried. I knew from the first time I saw you that you were a very special person, that I simply had to get to know you and that you would play a big part in my life. I want to know everything about you and spend time with you. I want to enjoy your body and give you mine. May I? Please, ma?"

"I've met you only twice," I whispered, "but I've become so very fond of you, Nkechi dear, I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing you, not being with you, but have you thought about this? Not only am I middle aged woman but we're going to have to be very, very careful. Bola is a dear, dear girl, a wonderful daughter and I love her dearly but I would be prepared to bet that she wouldn't understand us. If she came in right now, this room positively reeks of sex. I love it and so do you, but she might not. It doesn't help that you share a room, but I'm sure we'll figure out a way."

We embraced, gently, lovingly. We were so different. I was a substantial, middle-aged woman she was a small, young woman, but they do say that opposites attract, so why shouldn't we be happy, at least for now. Happiness should be grabbed by the throat at every opportunity. There's not so much of it in the world that we could afford to ignore it when it's offered.

We fell asleep in each other's arms and woke rested in the early morning. My eyes opened and memories of the previous night came flooding back. I realized that I was happier than I had been in a very long time. Nkechi muttered in her sleep and snuggled closer. This felt so good, the feeling of her skin against mine, that this beautiful little girl would want to be with me.

I disentangled from her warm body and relieved myself in my bathroom. When I returned, Nkechi was on her back, legs spread, so I climbed between them, looked at the beautiful, smooth folds of her cunt lips. They were dry, needed moistening, so I lowered my mouth and slid my tongue along their length, the tip slipping into the slit between those beautiful lips. Her lips got wetter, swelled, split apart and began to provide their own moisture, more and more until they were wet and slick. Nkechi's breathing became harsher, a hand touched the top of my head, her breathing changed to moans, building in intensity until I clamped my lips down on her clitoris and she arced off the bed, screaming, spilling cum as she exploded in a huge climax.

I licked her until she began to calm down, wormed my way up her body and looked into her face, my cum-smeared face breaking into a huge smile.

"Good morning, my darling! I whispered grinning down at her, "wake up sleepyhead"

"Oh God," she gasped, "I've created a monster!"

"And you're glad you did!" I whispered as she licked my face clean of her cum.

She finished and we lay side by side, close, looking at each other. "When did you know you liked women, Nkechi?" I asked " and do you only like women?"

"I must have been 14 when I began to realize," she replied, " but it wasn't until I was 18 and actually went out with a boy that I knew for sure that I didn't like boys at all. Since then I've only been out with women, not that there have been that many."

"So what made you pick an old woman like me, my dear? I'm no catch for anyone?"

Nkechi looked at me, her face crumbled and she began to cry, "I didn't 'pick' you, ma, I just knew from the moment I first saw you that I wanted to become your friend and more than your friend. It was something over which I had no control. I saw you, I wanted you, it's as simple as that."

I folded her into my arms, kissed her eyes, kissed her tears, "I'm so sorry I questioned you, dear Nkechi, you have no idea how happy I am to have you with me. Please forgive me."

She kissed me, her eyes sparkling, "I would forgive you anything, dear, anything at all." and we lay there, relaxed, happy, just looking and touching. "Tell me something about you, Bukola. I would love to know more about you."

"My life has been relatively uninteresting, Nkechi. I was actually born in this house then inherited it when my parents died. My husband, Femi, was my high school sweetheart. He's the only man I ever made love to in my life and we lived here together until he died two years ago. Bola, as you know, was born 21 years ago, and that's my life."

"No-one in the last two years?"

"No-one. I just didn't meet anyone who appealed to me. Until you, and that was totally unexpected." and I giggled. "If anyone had told me yesterday morning that I would be making love to another woman, and loving it, I would probably have fallen over laughing. Then you knock at my door and, if I'm being totally honest about this, I just couldn't wait to get into your panties."

"And why did you think I came back yesterday, baby? I'd been planning it since I first met you but I didn't want to appear too eager and scare you off. But yesterday I just couldn't wait any more, I've been walking round with wet panties for too long."

I blushed at this, reached out and slid a finger into the deep, warm slit between the still-distended lips of her cunt. "Still feels pretty wet to me," I said, grinning at her. Both of us collapsed in a fit of giggles, rolling around on the bed in glee.

"Time for a shower," I said "and then some breakfast." and led the way to the big double shower in my ensuite bathroom, the shower with the big rain shower heads and for the next half an hour we washed ourselves, washed each other, before drying each other off with big fleecy towels, laughing and giggling as we did so.

"I do love your black thatch," said Nkechi, "did you never shave?"

"No, Bola’s dad always loved it, loved to get his nose in it and how could I resist that!" I replied.

"Oh I agree." grinned Nkechi, fell to her knees on the mat and buried her nose in it. "Mmmmmm, wonderful! If you ever do feel like shaving it, let me know, sweetheart and I'll be pleased to help you."

We returned to the bedroom, I slipped on my negligee and found a short robe for Nkechi. Short for me, not so much for her!

"I just love that negligee on you," marveled Nkechi, " seeing your thatch and nipples makes me want to jump your bones right here, right now."

"Down girl!" I grinned and stroked one of her breasts.

Somehow, we made it to the kitchen, made little fried rice and sat next to each other at the kitchen table to eat. We chatted as we ate and drank, learning more about each other, touching each other, caressing each other. We were enjoying each other, no hurry, no rush.

We carried our drinks to the living room, sat next to each other on the sofa. I threw an arm around her and pulled her head to my breast. We sat there, I thought we should maybe we should watch a movie  but I also knew that we would be going back to the bedroom before too much longer so there didn't seem to be much point.

I heard a car pull into the front yard and we sprang apart. I dashed upstairs to get a robe and by the time I came back down, Bola was coming through the door.

"Bola!" I greeted her, quite out of breath, "How lovely to see you."

"Good morning  Mom," she replied,"just stopped by to say hello."

"How lovely! A friend of yours called by last night, we had a bit too much wine so I put her up in the spare room. We just finished breakfast."

Bola peeked into the living room and exclaimed "Nkechi! I wondered where you'd gotten to last night. How sweet of you to call in to see mom!"

"Well, I knew you had a date last night so as I had nothing special on I thought I'd come and thank your mom for her hospitality on our last visit." replied Nkechi. "We had dinner and your mom wouldn't let me go because we finished off a bottle of wine and I wasn't in very good shape."

"That's really nice of you, Nkechi and thanks, mom for not letting her drive. I hope you both had a great visit."

"We had a wonderful visit, Bola! I think we must have talked until the wee hours, which is why we're so late getting started this morning. You've got a really sweet roommate here and she's welcome here any time. Listen, we just had rice. I think there's a bit left, would you like some?"

"I'll get it Mom, you two lazybones sit here and relax." she replied and went to the kitchen.

When she left the room Nkechi and I looked at each other and uttered a silent "Whew!" If she'd arrived just a quarter of an hour later we would probably have been in my bed doing wonderful things to each other!

Bola reentered the living room with her plate of fried rice and sat opposite us. "I'm so glad you had such a lovely time, both of you. What did I tell you, Nkechi, isn't she wonderful?"

"I could see that, Bola, the first time you brought me here. She's awesome!" Nkechi replied, looking at me with such intensity that I watched Bola's face carefully. She must notice!

But no, she noticed nothing, or if she did she didn't let on. What she did do was invite us out for lunch, so we got dressed, put on our cloths and climbed into Bola's car(one of my late husband’s car) for the short drive to the nearest restaurant, one we had used many times before and where the food was excellent. Good job we didn't pig out at breakfast!

Lunch was delightful and chatter and laughter flowed around the table, three women heartily enjoying themselves. We stayed for about an hour then Bola announced that she had to go back to school as she had another date that evening and wanted to be back in plenty of time.

"Will you be coming home tonight, Nkechi? She asked.

"You know, if mommy can put up with me, I think I would like to spend another night here. Would you mind very much, ma? I so enjoyed our chat last night."

"I would like that, Nkechi, I did enjoy your company."

"Then that's settled!" announced Bola, drove us back to the house and left with kisses all round.

We entered the house and collapsed on the sofa, in each other's arms, laughing uproariously. "We really shouldn't laugh," I spluttered, "poor Bola, I was terrified she'd figure us out. When you said 'she's awesome' I was sure she'd catch on. On the other hand, I wanted to tell her, really wanted her to know how happy we are. But it's a bit too soon yet, I think."

"You're right, ma, I'll hate having to keep it a secret, but the time isn't right yet. Now, come here, you beautiful thing, and let me rip your panties off."

We got up from the sofa, walked upstairs hand in hand, undressed each other, slowly, with many kisses and caresses, and made love with passion, intensity and yet calmness.

The End!

*what will you do if you were in Bola’s shoes?*