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, Richard, died from a stroke, suddenly, without warning, one moment alive, the next dead.
My name is Diana Hart, 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, Susie, who is 21 and attends college in a small town about two hours from here.
A car pulled into the driveway, windshield wipers flashing. I recognized it immediately as Susie's, and she had someone with her. Now who could that be?
Susie and her passenger dashed for the door and threw it open, laughing, giggling and splashing water all over the hall floor.
"Hi Mom," she gasped, "I've brought a friend home for lunch. That okay?"
"Just fine, Susie, no problem at all." I replied as I embraced my daughter, who had already removed her wet coat.
"Mom, this is Jenny, she's my new roommate, just arrived this week. She's the same age as me." exclaimed Susie as she pulled her friend forward. "Jenny, this is my mom."
Jenny 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. "Jenny, 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 Jenny in a husky voice, "Susie's been telling me all about you, but she didn't tell me you were so beautiful."
"Thank you, Jenny," I answered, blushing furiously, "thats's really nice of you to say so, even if it is an enormous exaggeration. You, however, are gorgeous."
I led Jenny to the living room and seated her on the sofa across from me.
"I'll make us some coffee," said Susie, "while you two get to know each other. As Jenny's my roommate, you'll probably be seeing a lot of her."
Unfortunately not as much as I'd 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 blonde 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 Jenny gently.
"Oh I'm so sorry," I spluttered, blushing furiously, "that was so terribly rude of me, Jenny. Please forgive me, I'm so embarrassed!"
"Please don't be," said Jenny, reaching across the coffee 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, Susie entered the room with a tray of coffees and noticed Jenny and I holding hands. "Hey, 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 Susie looked at her watch and said "Time to go, Jenny, I've got a class in just over two hours." She and Jenny 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 ya later" said Susie and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thank you so much Mrs Hart, it was lovely to meet you." said Jenny and kissed me as well, at the corner of my mouth.
"It's Diana, Jenny 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 Susie and Jenny'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 driveway. There was a knock on the door and when I opened it, a bedraggled Jenny was standing there.
"Hello Diana, may I come in please?"
"Jenny dear, of course you can! Come in out of that miserable weather. How lovely to see you again."
She entered, removed her dripping coat and boots and stood in the hallway dressed in a short white skirt and tight t-shirt, shivering,
"Oh Jenny, 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."