Greener Pastures - A Sensual Interracial BWWM Romance Short Story from Steam Books Read Free

either, but I get my boyfriend to drop me off at the bus stop at least.  I tell you what, how about we just pick you up in the mornings if the schedule works out.  Once we get a better idea where all the classes are he can probably drop us off at the building without us taking the bus at all.”
    Trina’s eyes widened.  “He’d do that for us?”
    “Sure!” The girl said it like it wasn’t nothing.
    “Girl, you don’t even know my name!”
    The girl laughed, “Well, I’m Veronica, so you know my name now.  What’s yours?”
    “Trina.”
    ~ ~ ~
    That was another major thing that was different about Kentucky than what Trina was used to, one that she noticed right off the bat that first week of school: so many people were overly friendly to the point where it got a little crazy.  Trina never in a million years would have accepted rides from what was essentially a complete stranger back home, but things were different here.  Veronica was just so boisterous and warm that Trina couldn’t help but just go with her flow, and since Trina was desperate to cut down on the long treks she had to make to and from school, she accepted her offer to get rides whenever she could.
    That southern hospitality was a real thing, Trina discovered, even if Veronica insisted Kentucky wasn’t technically the south—whatever, it was all country to Trina.  Everyone was nice: the teachers were nice, the students were nice, the white folks were nice, the black folks were nice, and everybody was just a lot more chill than they were in the big city.  Sometimes the town just seemed like a big ol’ warm muggy green fuzzball of niceness.  People talked funny, but she liked that the accent made it seem to her ears that the black folks and white folks talked more alike than they did different.
    But just like Gramma, there were moments when the warm exterior betrayed a not-so-pretty side of the town.  Thankfully she hadn’t experienced any overt racism, but Trina noticed everyone was a bit set in their ways and seemed to frown on anything a little too out-there or weird.  The white people and black people were friendly to each other when they had to work together, but they hardly ever seemed to be friends with each other.  There was a real self-made separate-but-equal thing going on, even more than what you found in the city.
    Which was a shame, since it made Trina uncomfortable to approach one white boy in particular.
    His name was Scott.  
    She thought he might go by Scotty, but she wasn’t sure.  He was in her English 105 class.  He had that ‘aw shucks’ lovable country white boy thing going for him, for sure.  At least, she thought he was a white boy.  He had black hair like Elvis; he was definitely light-skinned, but he seemed to tan differently from the other white people she saw on campus.  They usually turned a shade of gold; Scott actually got a tad darker, like bronze.  He had broad shoulders, high cheek bones, and goddamn did he have a killer smile.
    And he sat right next to her.
    “Excuse me,” he said to her, but with his accent it sounded more like ‘scuse me.
    “Yes,” Trina responded, and she wanted to follow that word up with you can have me at any time, but she managed to hold herself back.
    “Did you get what chapters we’re supposed to read for Thursday?”
    And that was it, they made eye contact, and Trina could already feel a moistening between her legs.
    “It’s, um,” she stammered.  She looked through her notes.  “Chapters four and five.”
    Scott smiled— aw, shit —and replied, “Thank you much.”
    “Thank you,” Trina said.  “I mean, you’re welcome.”
    ~ ~ ~
    “Veronica,” Trina said into the phone.  “What do you know about white boys?”
    Trina was in her room at Gramma’s house, notebooks and papers strewn about on top of her bed, which she knew she probably should be paying attention to but just couldn’t at the moment, and was chatting with Veronica