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

about to condemn her after all.  She sat down next to her on the sofa and gave her another big ol’ hug.
    “You’re the best, Gramma.”
    ~ ~ ~
    Scott slid out from under his truck, oil pan in hand, when he stopped.
    Trina was standing there, hands on her hips, a big sexy grin on her face.
    Looking up at her, Scott had one hand on the ground and one rested on his propped-up knee.  “And just how did you manage to get here, little Miss Learner’s Permit?”
    Trina shook her head, all while keeping her smile intact.  “That’s Miss Driver’s License to you, boy.”
    Trina had let her hair down, she was wearing a tank top with jean shorts, and she strutted her way to him. She didn’t care if she was overdoing it, she wasn’t used to being the vamp and she relished her turn to be one.  She raised her arms and rest them across his shoulders, her hands meeting behind his neck, and their foreheads touched.  Scott’s hands were on her sides.
    They kissed softly.
    “Take me to that spot again,” she asked of him in a low voice.
    “It’s right over here,” he gestured softly by nodding his head, and he took her by the hand and led her to the vantage point they visited the prior week.
    It was just as beautiful as she remembered.  They lay together on a quilt and saw the sun set, the sky slowly turning from pink to orange to purple.  They spoke softly to each other, told each other about their pasts, their experiences, what they hoped for the future.  Scott told her about how his father was in the military and met and married his mother when he was stationed overseas and brought her to the states, settling in Kentucky where his extended family lived when his father retired.
    “So this,” Trina started. “Is nothing new to you?”
    “Not really,” he told her. “I’ve never been with a black girl before, but every relationship I have is an interracial one, will always be, unless I find a girl with the exact same mix.”
    “Well, I don’t think you will,” Trina told him.
    “Why’s that?”
    “You don’t have to.  You have me.”
    They kissed once again, their arms and hands running all over each other’s bodies.  Scott was dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans which showed his form, his broad shoulders, strong back, chest, developed arms and flat stomach, but now she wanted to feel him.
    She peeled his shirt off half-way and he lifted it off from his body the rest of the way.  He was light-skinned, a white guy, but not the pinkish-tone that some of them had that turned her off; his tone was a healthy glow, perfectly visible as his body was so incredibly smooth.  He had hair, a small patch in between his pecs, but what hair was there was so soft it hardly registered.  She could caress this skin all day.  All night.
    Her shirt came off, too, and she unhooked her bra and set free her breasts, her nipples feeling the moist air immediately, giving her flesh goose bumps and causing the nipples themselves to harden with and point upward.
    Scott wasted no time, his mouth gently kissed and sucked on one breast and his hand massaged the other.  Her titties were an erogenous zone for her, sensitive to the slightest touch, and the wet and soft feel of his mouth, his lips, his tongue, sent a sensation that seemed to travel from her chest all the way to her loins.
    She gasped at the feeing, and involuntarily let out a soft moan.
    While still sensually sucking on her breast, his hands moved to her shorts and pulled them downward, she helped pull them off and when her panties came off, too, her pure exposure and nakedness to all of nature only excited her further, her arms and legs began to tremble, to quiver at what was happening.
    She lay on her back, Scotty’s mouth leaving a trail of wet, juicy kisses from her chest, down to her abdomen, and then finally to the apex between her legs, stopping momentarily to kiss her bare thighs to tease her with what was to come.
    He had deliberately avoided touching her