Amy Moreau stood outside the apartment building. A modest three story brick cube nestled in a quiet neighborhood, but not too far from downtown. Mailboxes in the front entry vestibule, with black and white plaques on the bronze doors. She looked at the names until she found the one from the ad. Felicity Jorgensen, apartment 2B.
She thought to herself, here goes nothing. The divorce was final, and she needed a place to live. Working as a welder afforded her a decent income but her ex had created a spiral of debt, between losing his job at the grocery store, and his out of control drug addiction, it had just reached a breaking point. Every dollar Jared managed to bring in through dealing went straight into his veins. She barely recognized the boy who had asked her to the dance in high school.
She knocked on the door, expecting some Scandinavian looking woman to answer. Instead, the polar opposite greeted her. 5 foot 7 with a middle distance runner's body, slender and fit. Her skin was as black as midnight, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, compact B cup breasts and a certain bounce to her comportment. She smiled, her full lips just the right shade of red.
"Come in, come in. You must be Amy." She said. Taking off the reading glasses perched on her nose. "I was just grading some quizzes."
Felicity was the very picture of a middle school teacher. Beige slacks, white blouse and brown sweater vest offset by sensible shoes.
"Call me Cece. That's what my younger brother called me 'cause he couldn't say Felicity when he was little." She smiled at Amy, who followed the woman into the kitchen. Pulling a pitcher of lemonade from the fridge, she poured two glasses and they sat at the kitchen table.
"I just finalized my divorce." Amy began, taking a sip from her glass. She notice Cece's fingernails, fancy and perfect. A luxury she could never manage as a welder.
"Funny. My last roommate just got married and moved out." She said with a note of wistfulness evident in her voice. "I can manage the rent here on my own, but it's a lot easier with two incomes."
"I know what you mean. I was carrying my ex for over a year. Nearly wore me out." Amy said.
Amy had never thought of herself as beautiful. Medium height, pale skinned freckle faced red head, hair in a page boy cut long enough to be feminine but short enough not to have to mess with it for the welding mask. C cup breasts that sagged just a tiny bit. She'd been good at sports, but not outstanding. She became aware that Cece was looking at her arm.
Jared had loved tattoos, and as a result, Amy had dozens, her left arm a full sleeve, partial on the right, she'd lost count of them all, but the artists she'd used were all really gifted, and the effect was a truly artistic synergy.
"So. Boyfriends..." Cece began.
"I just finalized a divorce. I don't even want to think about dating. If that changes, I'll let you know, but for now, I'm happily single. But you?" Amy replied.
"Nothing steady. I just don't have time to dedicate towards building a relationship." Cece admitted. "Teaching takes up almost all my time, in or out of the classroom."
Amy was a little surprised. Cece looked like she could be incredibly hot with a little effort and a bit of a move away from the schoolteacher wardrobe's vibe. She was amused at the thought, as they finalized a move in date.
Jared was wasted out of his mind. Crashed on the bed, his rig next to him where she used to lay. His breathing, shallow as he was lost in his stupor. Amy shook her head as she packed up the last of her things and closed the door for the last time. She felt her eyes moisten as she wondered how they'd gotten to this place of total failure. It was supposed to be happiness and love, but the man she'd married had been gone for a long time, and the only road she saw to happiness led away from the needle riddled husk who'd taken his place.
It was nice. The kitchen window was open, some soft jazz playing as Cece sat and worked on her class plan for the following week. It was Saturday and Amy treated herself to a nice long bath. It already felt more like home than her place with Jared. No more constant interruptions, knocks on the door, sketchy addict friends and customers. She hadn't realized until now how much stress and negativity that had created in her life.
Cece was so... dependable. The apartment was kept spotless. She could get used to this.
It was another hot Friday night and they were binge watching anime together. Something they'd discovered they had a mutual interest in. Cece's hair was down for a change, and Amy couldn't help but notice. Tight pin curls trailing down her back, past her waist to the middle of her shapely ass. She fought back the urge to reach out and just touch them. Instead, Amy sat on the couch in shorts and a crop top sipping a glass of wine.
Cece looked at her and remarked. "Man you got a lot of ink, girl."
"Amy chuckled. "You just noticed? You got any?"
"Naw, I always figured my skin was too dark." She answered. Taking a sip from her own wine glass. "They'd be nearly invisible on me. But your skin is like a perfect canvas."
On the screen the huge tittied Protagonist lost her balance and fell against her shorter, but almost equally huge tittied protégé who semi accidentally groped her boobs for several seconds before they regained balance.
"You don't date. What do you do when you need to scratch that itch?" Amy wondered out loud.
"Oh, I got me a few toys for that." Cece grinned. "What about you?"
"Honestly, it's been so long since I felt like it. When Jared really got into the shit, we just kinda stopped doing it. He usually couldn't get it up, and I felt, when we managed, it was kind of gross." Amy confided. "So, I kind of just stopped thinking about it."
"That's too bad. You're really cute, and I wouldn't think it would be hard for you to find someone." Cece commented, re-filling their wine.
"The same could be said about you?" Amy replied.
"I don't know. I've just never felt an incentive. It's a combination of things. Ambition for things in my career that I wanted to accomplish, time constraints that seem to be a constant, but more than that, just trust issues and an inability to let anyone get too close. Weird, right?" Cece said.
"No, not really. I understand." Amy said thoughtfully.
The next episode had started and the Protagonist and her sidekick were now on a space ship. Their boobs bouncing and jiggling as they navigated the corridors of the craft. Amy looked over at Cece and caught herself wondering what she looked like naked. It was a total non sequitur and Amy's brain catalogued it as such, but she had a nice buzz from the wine and the thought kept boomeranging back around prodding her brain relentlessly.
The sidekick was groping her boss again and the two began kissing as the scene ended and action switched to the Antagonist on the bridge of his ship chuckling maniacally.
"That was kind of hot, don't you think?" Amy managed. She hadn't thought about sex in such a long time. Why now, she wondered to herself?
"I thought it was a little overdone. Do girls really kiss each other like that?" Cece critiqued.
