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

walking along the side of a road like this?”
    Trina couldn’t believe it.  She quickened her pace, careful not to look like she was desperately running after him.
    Scott continued before Trina could respond.  “Don’t you know there are rednecks riding around in trucks out there you gotta watch out for?”
    Trina laughed, “Is that right?  Well I guess I better get on the other side of the road here, then.”
    Scott licked his lips and Trina felt her knees get weak at the sight.  “Tell you what, though, you get in this ride and I’ll make sure you get to where you’re going without having to worry about them rednecks.”
    “Besides you, right?” Trina laughed again.
    Scott laughed, too.  “Besides me.  Of course.”
    “I think I might take you up on that offer.”
    Trina hopped over to the passenger’s side door and it was already unlocked for her.  She opened it and jumped in, probably looking a bit too eager.  She dropped her bag between her legs and hooked the seatbelt.
    “So where you headed?” he asked.  There was no ‘are’ in the sentence.
    “I’m going off to my Gramma’s.  Just keep going this direction a ways, I’ll tell you when to turn.”
    Scott put the car in gear and maneuvered the truck back onto the road.
    “Seriously,” Trina said.  “Scott, I really do appreciate this.”
    “Ah, you’re welcome.” Scott replied.  “It’s Tina, right?”
    “You’re close,” Tina answered, and she realized she had used his name before they’d even really introduced themselves to each other.  “Trina.”
    “Got it, Trina.  So what happened to your car?”
    “Nothing’s wrong with my car.  Nope, the car’s totally fine.  It’s the license that’s my problem.”
    “Why’s that?  You get it suspended?”
    “Nah, no, it’s not that,” Trina explained.  “I never had one in the first place; I just have a learner’s permit.”
    “Really?” Scott said. “You tried taking the test?”
    “I did,” she said.  “I’m a good driver, the instructor even said so, but I got tripped up when he asked me to do a roundabout.”
    “Do what?”
    Oh lord, the way the white boys said ‘do what’ around here was so damn delicious.
    Trina answered, “I mean the, um, the turnabout.”
    “Oh, the turnabout,” Scott realized.  “You don’t know how to do that?”
    “Well, I don’t think they test for that in Chicago, where I’m from,” said Trina.  “It just got sprung on me on the spot.”
    “So what did you do?” Scott asked.
    “Okay, don’t laugh at me, but I just basically did this big-ass U-turn.  A turnabout, right?  I turned it about.”
    Scott laughed, “Sorry that is kind of amusing.  Well, did he tell you what it actually was?  You got to practice since then, right?”
    “I didn’t have time to,” Trina explained.  “My uncle’s the only person I know around here that’s able to teach me right now, and he got caught up in his business.”
    Scott furrowed his brow a bit and moved his lips to the side, thinking.  “Well,” he started.  “I’ve got a license.  I’ve got a vehicle.  And as of right now, at least, I have time.”  He turned to face her for a second.  “Why don’t we practice it now?  I mean, if you’ve got the time.”
    Fuck yeah, I have the time, Trina thought, but she actually said, “I’d like that.  Let’s do it.”
    Scott turned into the next neighborhood and pulled over in front of an empty driveway.  “Alrighty,” he said.  “Let’s do the Chinese fire drill here.”
    They both got out of their respective seats, walked around the truck, and got into the opposite seat they were sitting in, Trina in the driver and Scott in the passenger.
    “Now, I actually did a little bit of the work for you,” Scott told her.  
    His left arm was over the rest, in a position so that he would be easily able to turn around and look out the back window.
    He continued, “Normally, you’d put on your right turn