Chapter I
"Get out here you stupid cunt, I never want to see you again," were the hateful words Nick used on her partner of two years. Nick was a short wiry dyke, late 30s with an attitude. June Kennedy, her partner (and the stupid cunt in this tale) was taller than Nick, younger, softer, and a lot more pretty. She was also quite nice, which was an asset to her career as a nurse. She was currently employed in the ER department of a large Waltham MA hospital. June had been in a two year relationship with Nicole (Nick). She had been the femme in their relationship, and definitely a bottom. The two lived together in a downtown converted warehouse apartment. June had the better job and paid most of the rent. She decided to move out when she discovered Nick had been cheating on her, again. Nick worked as a driving instructor. June always suspected Nick often seduced bi-curious 16 year old high school girls. Ironically that's how the two first met, June had waited until nursing school to take her driver's test. Nick was one of her first female lovers and helped her discover the joy of being the femme of a very butch dyke.
Their breakup had been in the works for a while. June had been growing up and changing. Nick had not.
"You have become too demanding June, ever since you took the ER job. Before you used to be sweet. You wore dresses and skirts all the time, now you only wear them when we go out and I have to remind you." Nick had said to her recently.
Not true, June thought. She loved wearing dresses and did so often. She liked to surprise Nick by going commando. Nick often went around strapped. Whenever June wore a dress Nick used to slide a hand under the skirt to check if her pussy was covered. Often that would lead to an instant fucking right there and then. Going without panties usually made June sopping wet and practically dripping down her leg. When Nick took her like that she never needed any lube, no matter what size cock Nick had chosen to wear that day.
June still wore dresses, Nick just stopped checking her pussy for panties. In truth June had tired of playing the compliant femme. Maybe the responsibility that went along with her ER job was actually changing her.
June knew Nicks' reaction would be emotional, and possibly violent. Nick's ego was at stake; what would her other butch and stud friends think? She knew Nick wouldn't let her leave and wanted to avoid a long drawn dispute, so she waited until Nick was at work all day and hired movers to get all her stuff out of the apartment. Only then did she inform her now former partner.
With the extra income she made working the ER, June had saved some money and was hoping to buy an apartment for Nick and her to live in. She now thanked her lucky stars that the plan had never gone forward.
There's a shortage of ER nurses nationwide, particularly in the south where salaries are lower. June accepted a job at the Mercy hospital in Charlotte NC. To sweeten the offer the hospital paid for hotel accommodation for a month. That was a key factor in getting June to accept the job. She could get out of Waltham, MA right away with two suitcases. She had put the rest of her belongings in storage and planned to send for it when she got settled.
Charlotte has the same shortage of affordable apartments as most other major centers. June found she needed the whole month to find a place. She was lucky in finding a nice two bedroom in an older building but in a nice neighborhood. She was shown the unit by Maxine Jones the building manager, a 35 year old African American woman with very dark skin, full hips, a round belly and huge breasts. It looked like she might fit a 36 DD size bra. The apartment was more than her budget but she could safely walk from there to the hospital. She decided she wanted it as soon as she saw the building.
Maxine the building manager immediately took a liking to the young woman from Boston. She looked like a runner and her clothes were mostly from expensive activewear stores. Her face was not really pretty but was what they called in the old days - handsome, which meant not cuty-pie pretty but good looking and had character. She wore her hair short which Maxine guessed could be easier for wearing the surgical caps that are mandatory in the OR. Or maybe she was gay, Maxine thought. Maxine couldn't tell much about her bust because she wore a tight sports bra but the building manager guessed respectable - a large B cup or small C cup.
Maxine noticed these details because she liked girls, exclusively, and had done so since college. Maxine was shorter than her new tenant but much broader and by contrast was much more voluptuous and sexy looking. Although Maxine was about 30 lbs overweight, most of it was concentrated in her large and shapely ass and in her spectacular breasts. Her looks were those of a quite attractive African American woman although her brown color was on the darker side of the spectrum. On her head was a short woolly cap of curly and kinky black hair.
Maxine had grown up in the Enderly Park neighborhood of Charlotte and had been sexually active since reaching puberty. In her family and in her neighborhood it was hard not to be, there were too many men around and to whom bootie was bootie. Mercifully she finished high school without becoming pregnant.
Maxine had been inspired by a teacher who encouraged her to finish high school and apply to a local college. There she obtained a bachelor's degree and certification that allowed her to teach grades 1 through 5. While at college she had been seduced by one of her teachers who found the young black girl with the big ass and huge tits irresistible. In the 11 years since she had left college Maxine had a few relationships, none very satisfactory. The problem for her was that she was an unabashed bottom who seemed to always fall for the strongest and toughest dykes. The problem with that, at least in Charlotte, was that a lot of the black dykes were almost stereotypically gangsta with the attendant fondness for drugs and weapons. That scene really wasn't for Maxine who was a very good girl. She still attended church with her mother every few months and enjoyed it. Meeting white dykes was proving quite difficult.
June had set off Maxine's gaydar when they first met, but she couldn't be sure unless she outright asked her and the black woman was not that bold. June said she would take the apartment immediately after seeing it and asked Maxine if she could hold it for her.
"Sure June, I will hold this apartment for you." Maxine said with a smile. "But I will need your first and last month's rent within 24 hours and your references before the first day of the month when you move in."
"Thank you Maxine, thanks so much for holding the place. It's exactly what I want. If you keep it for me until 7pm tomorrow I'll get you a certified check for the first month and a regular check for the deposit. Do we have a deal?" June asked and put out her arm to shake hands, `just the way white folks do' Maxine chuckled to herself.
It was at that moment Maxine became certain June was lesbian. By lifting her arm to shake, June had let fall the opening of the sleeve of her short-sleeved shirt and revealed the fact that her underarm carried a liberal sprinkling of dark hair. `No way she's not lesbian with those hairy armpits.' Maxine thought.
That's when Maxine 's major crush began. June was not only attractive to her, she was really exotic. She came from a different world, a different culture; she probably didn't even eat the same food Maxine did. But she was pretty sure about a couple of things, she was unattached and she surely liked pussy.
From that moment onwards Maxine was constantly on pins and needles. She wanted June like she had never wanted anyone else; but she was Maxine and realized she didn't have a clue on how to go about getting what she wanted. The girl was so wrapped up in her doubts and fantasies she didn't hear June say: "is 7pm tomorrow ok with you? I'll bring the cheques then. The references might take a bit longer. My last place was rented in my partner's name, and um..."
"You broke up and you're not speaking anymore," Maxine said, finishing her sentence.
"Well, it's something like that," June said, chiding herself for being so obvious.
Maxine at that moment had a feeling of warmth descend on her, like when one is faced with a difficult problem, and you suddenly find the answer. Not only did June have to come back the next evening, after she moved in she'd be coming back every evening, one floor up she just down the hall. OMG, this is my lucky day! Maxine thought to herself.
"See you tomorrow at 7pm June," Maxine said and walked her to the door.
