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

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    “White boys?” Veronica started.  “Well, I know they have lower melanin counts than most folks…”
    “You know what I mean, girl.”
    “Hold up, Trina, let me check if boo-boo is around.”  There was a momentary pause on the phone.  “Alright, I’m back, what’s going on?  Who is this white boy you’re seeing?”
    Trina laughed, “I’m not seeing anybody; not yet, at least.”
    “Well there’s gotta be someone you have in mind if you’re asking.”
    “That doesn’t matter right now, Veronica.  I just…I want to know, I haven’t any seen any of the races mixing here yet and I want to know if that’s going to be scandalous in this town or not.”
    “Well,” Veronica started. “I can tell you what happened to me.  It was in high school, I saw this guy named Kent.  He was alright, I liked him, the sex was good, but his friends gave him a hard time, I think.  They was always nice to my face but I could tell they didn’t really want me around.  After a while we just drifted apart and we stopped calling each other frequently and he started seeing this white girl.”
    “Just like that, huh?”
    “Yeah,” Veronica answered.  “I don’t know, that’s high school, though, so it might not be the same bullshit when you’re older.  Just be prepared to get lots of looks and have your friends tell you you got the jungle fever, or it’s just a phase or whatever.”
    “Hmm,” was all Trina could say at the moment.
    “So tell me,” Veronica said. “Who is it?”
    “There ain’t nobody,” Trina insisted, and mentally she was surprised at herself that she was already talking country.
    “Is it Scott?”
    “What!” Trina exclaimed.
    “You can’t fool me!” Veronica laughed.  “I sit just a couple rows back from you, remember?  I see the way you look at him.  So are you letting him get all up in there yet?”
    “Oh my God, Veronica, you are ratchet as hell,” Trina told her.  “No, we haven’t even talked, I’m just asking, lord!”
    “Well, whenever you get with him, you make sure you give your girl Veronica all the juicy details, and I mean all the juicy details, ya hear me?”
    “I am gonna hang up on you, Veronica,” Trina said.  The louder her voice got, the more country was sounding, and it continued to baffle her.  “Nobody is gettin’ all up in this and ain’t nothin’ happenin’.  I’m just asking!”
    They both laughed like high school girls.
    What’s coming over me? Trina thought.
    ~ ~ ~
    It was Thursday afternoon and Trina was walking home from the bus stop.  While Veronica and her boyfriend were able to give her a ride that morning, their schedules didn’t work out for this afternoon, and so Trina was off on her own two feet once again.
    Maybe she was going crazy, but she didn’t mind so much.  It was a bright sunny day, and the once foreboding-looking trees were at their lush, bright green best and provided a nice view as she walked by.  It was a cool afternoon, but the humidity kept the air thick and comfortable enough, even if it was doing her hair no favors.  There were unseen bugs that you could hear chirping everywhere, but on this day, on this walk, it just made the place seem alive, and in a good way.
    In fact, if Trina hadn’t known better she would have sworn she had a smile on her face as she walked on the gravel edge on the side of the road.
    Her expression turned to one of curiosity—and just a bit of apprehension—as a truck drove past her, she saw the brake lights come on, the vehicle slowed and then pulled over in front of her.
    What could this be about?
    Trina continued walking, but her pace slowed as she approached.
    She saw the arm pop out of the driver’s side window first.  It was a white guy, it looked like.  Then the head came out.  Black hair, fair complexion, high cheek-bones…
    It was Scott!
    “Now,” Scott said with a warm smirk, his eyes squinted just a bit. “What is a pretty girl like you doing