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

the small of her back.
    “This is wonderful,” Trina said. She let herself melt in his gaze, his face warm and gentle but undeniably masculine.  “You…you’re not a normal white boy, are you?”
    “I guess not,” he said softly.  He moved in closer still.  “If it means anything,” he told her. “My mama is from the Philippines.”
    “Oh wow,” she said.  That would explain a little why he looked all exotical…
    Their lips touched, and all rational thought went out the window.  He kissed her.  She kissed him back.  Her arms were above his shoulders, one hand landing on his back and the other on his neck.
    She was still sucking on his lower lip when he gently pulled back.
    “We gotta get you back home before your grandmother starts worrying.”
    As much as she was disappointed in the kiss ending, his concern for Gramma—even if he was just being chivalrous—just endeared him to her all the more.
    “Let’s go,” she told him.
    ~ ~ ~
    “Gramma!” Trina hollered as she walked through the front door, Uncle Marvin right behind her.
    It was the following week.  When Scott had dropped Trina off that day he showed her the turnabout, she knew she was ready, and she called Uncle Marvin up and let him know she was ready to go.  They immediately set an appointment for the next test for as soon as they could, and they were returning home with the results.
    “I got it!” Trina exclaimed.  “Passed with flying colors.  Gramma, you are now looking at a licensed driver.”
    Gramma was so excited she actually got up from her seat in a speedy manner, and Annie the dog jumped off the sofa, as well.  “Oh, I’m so happy for you, child.”
    Trina walked up and gave Gramma a big hug.  “I’m so happy, too, Gramma.”
    Gramma had to steady herself to sit back down.  “Now, what’s the name of this white boy we have to thank for giving you lessons?”
    Trina’s eyes grew wide.  “Do what?”   Oh lord, she thought.  I’ve been living here too long already, now I’m saying ‘do what’!
    “Your grandmother wasn’t born yesterday,” she told her.  “I know you spent some time with a handsome young white boy, so spill it already.”
    Uncle Marvin raised an eyebrow.  “What’s this about?”
    Trina proceeded cautiously, not quite being able to read through Gramma’s outer ‘proper’ Southern exterior.  “Well, his name’s Scott.  We have class together.  He gave me a ride home a couple times so I didn’t have to walk, and he helped me with driving.  And he’s not a normal white guy, his mom’s a Philippine, so he looks a little unique.”
    “Scott, what a lovely name,” Gramma said.
    Trina braced herself.  What was Gramma going to do?
    “Trina,” Gramma started.  “Well, now that you have your own car I think you ought to drive on over to his place and make him yours before some other hussy gets him.”
    Trina’s eyes grew wider still, “Do what?”
    “Listen, child,” Gramma told her. “You’ve been seeing this boy and riding around in his car multiple times and I know you like this boy from the look on your face, and he’s gone so far as to help you out personally, but you ain’t ever spent the night with him.  Which tells me one of two things: he’s a homo, in which case he’d probably make a great friend, or he’s a gentleman, and that’s a rarity in this day and age.  Either way, he’s a keeper.”
    Trina blushed, “Oh, Gramma.”
    Gramma smiled and sighed.  “I know you think I’m some kind of old fuddy-duddy who would break my own hip before I broke a rule, but let me tell you, I was getting personal with a some fine white boys back when that was a front-page scandal.”
    “Mom, please…” Uncle Marvin pleaded.
    “I can read a good man like the newspaper, and I don’t even have to meet this Scott fellow to know he’s of good character.”
    Trina laughed both at Gramma’s audaciousness as well as her own feelings of relief that Gramma was not