Becoming a single parent meant I got stuck with all the bills and only one income. I had to take care of the kids, so I got a second job working nights and weekends. After about six months of working some 16-hour days and 7 days a week, I decided maybe I would try to get a roommate.
I live in a college town, so I didn't know how much luck I would have. There were plenty of vacancies in the paper, and I lived about 5 miles from campus, so the prospect of finding someone probably was slim. I got a couple of calls the first week the ad was in the paper, but I wouldn't live with those people if I was single, let alone a single parent with two kids to raise.
Eventually, I decided I would try one more month in the paper, and if nothing worked out, maybe try to find a cheaper house to live in. I didn't really want to move with my son in high school and daughter in junior high and having all their friends nearby.
Finally, one Thursday night, the phone rang about seven. It was a woman who said she needed a place to stay right away, so I gave her directions. She made it over in about a half hour. I opened the door to find a woman in her late 30's, slender, with dirty blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and glasses. I let her in, and we sat down to talk. She said she had been in the Air Force, was married, and divorced, no kids, and had decided to go back to school to get her degree in nursing. She was living in an apartment with another female that was younger. She said things started going downhill when the other girl got a boyfriend, and he started hanging around the apartment, even when his girlfriend wasn't there. He would smoke pot, and have his friends come over and get drunk. She said she didn't feel comfortable anymore and was looking for a place.
I had priced the rent low in order to maybe get someone in right away to help with expenses. That's why I got so many deadbeats answering the ad. She said she could afford it maybe but with the long drive, it might be hard. She said she wanted to think about it. I told her why not consider having her eat here too with no extra charge. I figured if I had to cook dinner for two kids, another person wouldn't be that much extra, and we just ate cereal for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch. I told her to just tell me what she liked and I would buy it.
She agreed to try it for a month, and asked if she could spend the night since she didn't want to go back to the apartment. I said sure, and let her sleep in what was the den, but would now be her room. I had put a door with a lock on it, so I let her in, showed her the bathroom, and then started to work on an agreement for us to sign in the morning.
The agreement was simple, and included things like when the rent would be due, how much notice I wanted if she moved out, and how many people she could have over. I didn't care if she had a boyfriend that maybe came by occasionally. I just didn't want the same thing happening as happened to her, she get a boyfriend, and then I have to deal with him hanging around eating all my food, and doing something around my kids that I didn't want in my home. She said she didn't have a boyfriend, and needed to study hard to pass, so that wouldn't be an issue. She did say she didn't have any furniture, so I let her use the daybed, and I brought up some shelves from downstairs, a coffee table and a chair for her to use.
She moved her clothes over that next day, and we settled in. As usual, with someone new, it was a bit awkward at first, but after a while, she became a member of the family. She got along real well with the kids, especially my daughter. She even cooked a meal on occasion when she had time, and she cleaned up her bathroom and room every week.
I like to get up to drink some coffee in the morning and read the paper before the kids got up. She liked coffee too, so she would get up and get a cup before heading to the bathroom to get a shower and get ready for school. At first, we just said hi to each other, but one morning, I had spilled some coffee, and was cleaning it up when she came into the kitchen. I poured her a cup, and then patted her on the shoulder with my usual morning greeting. She smiled, and turned, and squeezed my arm and said good morning. After that, I would have a cup poured for her when I heard her get up. That usually got me a smile and a quick warm hug before she went up to the shower.
One evening when I thought everyone was in bed, I just put on a pair of running shorts and headed downstairs to get a glass of water. I ran into her coming up the stairs to go to the bathroom. She had on a white, loose fitting t-shirt that just barely covered her panties. We greeted each other with surprise, and she slowly walked into the bathroom, and then turned to see me staring at her cute little butt. She closed the door slowly.
I sat down at the kitchen table thinking about her when she came downstairs, and said hello. She sat across from me and we talked for a while. I really noticed how her smile came to her so easy when she talked to me, and she even had some cute little dimples. She still had on her contacts, and her hair was loose and falling down around her shoulders. After a bit, I noticed her nipples start to get hard through her t-shirt. Of course, if she could have seen my shorts, there was a bulge in the middle of them!
She got up and went to bed, and I had a hard time going to sleep that night thinking about her!
A couple days later, she came into the kitchen for her usual cup of coffee. She was later than usual, and I wondered why to myself? She had on a robe that was loosely tied in front. I could see her bare chest, but not her breasts and nipples. She wasn't a large breasted woman, which suited me just fine. I did get a glance at her panties. They were wet...very wet.
She turned to me and asked me if she could get a ride today. She said her car's engine light was coming on the last few days, and I told her she shouldn't drive it like that. I told her I could take a look at it tonight. I told her I would be glad to give her a ride since I worked right by the college and she could put her bike in the back of my truck and ride from my office. She smiled, and gave me a long hug then. Just as she was about to turn and go upstairs, she gave me a peck on the cheek and squeezed my arm. Then she was gone up the stairs.
When it came time to leave, I put her bike in the back of the truck and she sat in the middle. I only have a standard cab pickup and I usually took my daughter to school on the way to work. My son rode his bike to the nearby high school. I dropped off my daughter and drove out of the parking lot.