"Why can't a masculine woman be bisexual? Bisexuality isn't just for feminine women," Jacqueline "Jackie" Stewart said haughtily. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned young African American woman pursed her lips and awaited her friend's answer. Gwendolyn Christensen ran her hand through her long blonde hair, something she did in uncomfortable situations. Jackie watched as Gwendolyn took a deep breath before answering. Decked out in a dark gray pantsuit and white blouse, the curvy, blonde-haired and blue-eyed heiress was femme perfection personified. Jackie already knew what Gwendolyn's answer would be, but she waited anyway.
"It's just weird, okay?" Gwendolyn replied, and Jackie smiled. The two women sat inside the crowded food court inside the Copley Mall in downtown Boston. Outside, a fast-driving snow covered much of America's intellectual capital. The holidays were right around the corner. The Copley Mall Santa would soon make his daily appearances. Mall Santas were already making their rounds at Westgate Mall and the Braintree Mall. Tension reigned over the table as the two women dined. Jackie took a sip of her Pepsi while Gwendolyn resumed eating, as if nothing had happened. More than friends but less than lovers, the two women couldn't be more different. Sometimes, women from different worlds find common ground, and other times, not so much.
"I like women and I like men, I don't care if that upsets the butch/femme dynamic that the queer community demands I adhere to," Jackie said firmly. Gwendolyn nodded, and then glanced at her cell phone before changing the subject. This was such a Gwendolyn thing to do. Tune out anything unpleasant or unnecessary. Jackie smiled and shook her head. Gwendolyn started bantering about her job at Prudential Financial, and the antics of the well-to-do in nearby Milton. Jackie listened politely as Gwendolyn went over the minutiae. Oh, the sheer madness of it all...
Jackie bit her lip as Gwendolyn droned on. A long time ago, the two women were lovers. For a brief period, they had a whirlwind romance. The tall, athletic and dark-skinned tomboy and the curvaceous blonde heiress. They were the talk of the town at Bay State College. Of course, those days were over. Jackie still remembers the feel of Gwendolyn's lips, the taste of her large, ripe breasts, and how it felt to grab that thick ass of hers. Gwendolyn is a blessed woman in many ways, but she's not the most open-minded sort. That's why they could never work out.
"It was fun seeing you again," Gwendolyn said, as the encounter came to its conclusion. Jackie hugged Gwendolyn and then walked her to the escalator. Gwendolyn headed down to the parking lot, intent on going home. Jackie watched her go and shook her head. Removing her baseball cap, Jackie shook her dreads. In spite of what the Westgate Mall security management team has to say on the subject, Jackie likes her dreads and has no intention of cutting them off. With her usual swagger, Jackie strolled through the Copley Mall.
There were folks going about their daily business, men and women, men and men, women and women. Boston is progressive like that. The Copley Mall continues to be a major attraction for proper and improper Bostonians alike, along with scores of tourists. Jackie has frequented the area since her halcyon days at Bay State College, and has grown to like it. With a sigh, Jackie headed deeper into the mall, crossing the bridge to the upper levels.
The Copley Mall's upper levels contain a variety of shops, and most of these catered to the well-to-do. Jackie has been frequenting the area for a decade, and she has never been in most of these shops. The book store and the food court, those were Jackie's go-to areas whenever she came to the Copley Mall. Striding through the crowds, Jackie came across a fairly interesting couple. A tall, well-dressed black man walked by while holding hands with his red-haired Caucasian girlfriend. The two seemed very much in love.
Jackie nodded respectfully as the couple came towards her, intent on reaching the bridge. The redhead smiled and nodded while the tall, well-dressed black guy shot Jackie a puzzled look. Jackie was all too familiar with that look. It's a look she's been getting from men her whole life. Masculine women are assumed to be automatically gay and something of a threat to biological males, especially the heterosexual ones. Masculine women in the queer community tend to go after straight-looking women, the kind that most heterosexual men also take notice of. Yeah, they upset the usual order.
What the world ignores, overlooks, or possibly doesn't give a damn about, is the fact that plenty of masculine women like men, sexually and romantically. Jackie is part of that category. After initially coming out as a lesbian to her conservative Jamaican American family in Brockton, Massachusetts, Jackie would soon discover many fascinating things about sexual fluidity. After graduating high school, Jackie enrolled in college and primarily dated girls, like Gwendolyn and a few others. What Jackie kept to herself was her fondness for the D.I.C.K.
"If you tell anyone about this, I will deny it and fuck you up, you hear me?" Jackie said to Evan Etienne, her very first. Evan, a tall, blandly handsome and brown-skinned young man of Haitian and Irish descent, was totally Jackie's type. The dude was big and strong but also quite nerdy and malleable. For a time, Jackie noticed Evan checking her out when she and Gwendolyn would work on things together inside the Bay State College library. Although Jackie pretended to be uncomfortable, she noticed the handsome Evan. After splitting from Gwendolyn, Jackie decided to pay Evan a visit...
"Jackie, it doesn't have to be this way, I am a gentleman," Evan replied, and Jackie grinned. She stepped into his apartment, located on Commonwealth Avenue, and made herself at home. Evan lived alone, unlike most of the other students in that particular dorm, owned by Bay State College. Jackie was quite thankful for that as she looked at Evan the way a hungry wolf looks at stray sheep. In her FUBU jacket, gray sweatpants and black Timberland boots, Jackie looked butch as fuck and loved it. Most guys took one look at her and knew not to try her. Evan, though, was quietly persistent...
"You want some of that stud pussy?" Jackie said, her voice switching from harsh and commanding to flirtatious. Evan smiled and nodded. Most men seldom turn down pussy, and women everywhere know this. Jackie knew Evan wanted her more than he wanted his next breath. When he reached for her, she batted his hands away. Jackie sat Evan on the couch and began undressing. Off came the FUBU jacket, the sweatpants, the sports bra, the boxer shorts, and even the socks. A very naked and self-conscious Jackie stood before Evan. The big man smiled and gently took her hands in his. Evan's next words caused Jackie's heart to skip a beat...
"You are beautiful to me," Evan said, and then he kissed Jackie's hands. Jackie grinned, and then the big man picked her up and carried her to the bed. Jackie lay there, her nipples erect, as Evan approached her. Evan kissed Jackie's lips, his tongue sliding down her throat. Jackie kissed Evan back, and he began fondling her small breasts. Evan began sucking on Jackie's tits, causing her to giggle. Jackie hesitated as Evan kissed a path from her tits to her crotch.
