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

by Allure, Stacey

  Trina laughed both at Gramma’s audaciousness as well as her own feelings of relief that Gramma was not 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 crotch up until now, and her pussy was soaked in its anticipation; if it had a voice, it would be pleading, screaming for Scott to make contact with it. The muscles in her loins contracted in their anticipation for his touch.

  And she felt it.

  Scott’s face sunk into the flesh between her thighs. He kissed the lips of her vagina with the same sensual passion he kissed the lips on her face. As his lips and tongue played with her folds, his nose was deliberately brushing up against the sensitive nub at the zenith of where her lips met.

  “Uhh…ohhh…” Trina cooed.

  Scott kept at it, and then his cool, wet lips made contact with her clitoris, and he sucked on her nub very gently, let it feel the texture of the taste buds of his tongue glide along the most sensitive, the most private area of her body.

  “S-S-Scooootttt!!!” Trina cried out.

  She was coming, the force of her orgasm so powerful that her hips involuntarily rose from the ground as her body demanded to be fused with Scott’s face. Her pussy burst with its ocean, Scotty lapping up as much as he could like a thirsty lion, but of course there was so much that a lot of it splashed on his face. When he finally rose, the shiny sheen of her juices on his face made resemble a ferocious animal after a kill.

  “More,” Trina cried. “I still want it. Scotty.”

  Scott undid his belt, tossed it aside. Unbuttoned the fly, pulled down the zipper, and slid off the jeans. He was wearing boxers, but those did not last long, and soon his cock and balls were exposed, a tuft of black curls just above it.

  Trina marveled for a second. It was like… textbook-perfect genitals. It reached upward and even had the slightest hint of a curve, as if it were so erect that it that it wanted to reach higher still.

  Scott pulled her by the legs closer to him, and he had to push his dick down with his own hand to get it touch her pussy. His glans graced her clit, and the perfectness of the moment, their two most sensitive spots of their outer bodies touching sensually, was almost enough to make Trina come all over again. The head of his cock was dripping with translucent fluid, ready to do what it was made for.

  Scott slowly made his way in, and it was a little difficult at first. Oh God, Trina thought. Do I tell him?

  This was her first time.

  Before she could say anything though, he penetrated her wall, and she cried out as she felt a momentary sharp pain, but it was oh so very brief, and the feeling was immediately replaced with the pleasure of Scott’s hardness filling her up, a feeling she had never felt before, and as Scott started moving his hips forward and backward, slowly at first but gaining a touch of speed with every motion, the ecstasy she felt was not only physical, but her mind was flooded with a taste of pure heaven. She and Scott were joined together: literally, physically, and mentally, in a beautiful union, and all was right with the world.

  Scott was thrusting with his hips now, his cock pounding into her, his hips audibly slapping against the back of her thighs.

  “Ooohhh…” Trina moaned. “Scott! Don’t stop! Scottyyy!!”

  She could hear Scotty moaning, too, but it came out more as manly grunts: the “ungh” sound. His mouth was becoming more and more agape as he continued, and she could see his muscles in his body rippling, a sheen of sweat starting to form on his body, his face still shiny from her come. Right now, he was the most masculine presence she had ever seen or felt, and she was letting him into her, and she loved every second that he was inside of her.

  “Oh God…” Trina said almost involuntarily.

  She came again, and when her muscles clamped down on Scotty’s cock he did, too, and their combined orgasm sent shockwaves of pleasure through their bodies. She could feel his warm come shoot inside her, and her pussy was once again bursting with juices.

  Trina screamed. Scotty’s grunt turned into a guttural moan.

  He fell on her, his arms making sure that his weight didn’t smoosh her. But he was on her, his moist, hard chest pressed against her soft,
smooth own.

  They must have looked completely ridiculous out there, completely naked and panting like wild animals. But Trina didn’t care, and there was no way Scott did, either.

  “Welcome to Kentucky,” Scott told her between breaths.

  “I’m liking it,” Trina said. “I thought I would miss the city, but I don’t think that’ll be a problem, after all.”

  Scott smiled. That smile of his that displayed masculine pleasure and almost child-like innocence. “You know, Nashville’s only an hour’s drive away,” he told her. “We can go visit for a night out pretty much whenever you want.”

  Trina laughed at herself. “Oh lord, you’re right. We should go sometime. We can bring my friend Veronica and her boyfriend along, too.”

  They looked at each other in the eyes again.

  “But right now,” she told him. “I reckon this will do just fine.”

  They kissed passionately, their arms again embracing each other’s bodies, as the fireflies lit up the sky above them.

  About Stacey Allure

  Stacey Allure worked in journalism in both TV and print before finding her true calling: a master wordsmith, crafting tales of romantic and erotic encounters. While much of her work stars African Americans and interracial couples, she has a wide variety of interests and hopes to entertain readers of all kinds.

  Stacey has a degree in journalism and has traveled the world, from the Americas to Asia. She's written books, given interviews, and has worked in the corporate space as well, meeting friends wherever she goes.

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  Playing basketball at the gym on her day off, Nia never thought she'd meet someone like Rick: a handsome white guy that treats her like a friend and not a piece of meat. But Nia has even less of an idea what the night has in store for her than she thought, and when she arrives home the night is just beginning.

  HER OWN WORST ENEMY

  Myra is her own worst enemy: though she's just landed a new job and feels that her boyfriend, Mark, is planning on proposing to her, she will soon come close to losing everything. What can Myra do to get herself together? Can she win Mark's confidence back? And will a sexy player at work come between them.

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  BONUS

  Please enjoy a tease from the hot novelette,

  HER OWN WORST ENEMY

  by Stacey Allure

  Oh lord, what am I doing?

  There was a little tiny voice inside Myra’s head that was protesting as her lips sucked on Reggie’s own bottom lip, her hands draped over his shoulders as his own hands slid over her back and down to her booty.

  Training had ended a few hours early, as the instructor told them it might. Reggie had asked Myra if she wanted to spend the free afternoon with him for coffee, and their time together had gone by so smoothly and the attraction was so undeniable that it was no time at all that they slipped over to his apartment nearby, and they were all over each other almost as soon as the door closed behind them.

  Girl, you ain’t right for this, you just met this man.

  Reggie unbuttoned and slid off Myra’s shirt, and as she moved her hands back to undo her bra, he took the time to unbutton his own shirt and slip it off, his physique revealed as the shirt fell to the floor, his skin smooth and dark, his muscles defined, and his body all-around lovely.

  Myra removed her bra and she was topless as well, the feeling of exposure in her breasts lasting only briefly as their bodies pressed against each other, their smooth, bare torsos sliding against each other in a manner that only made her more excited, and she tilted her head back as Reggie kissed—shit, more like sucked—her neck.

  Myra, are you outside your damn mind?

  Reggie’s face lowered from her neck to her chest, his lips making their way to her right breast along with his left hand, his right hand moving up to softly touch her left breast. Reggie’s tongue emerged from his lips and grazed her nipple, and she felt the wet tender muscle slide across the sensitive apex of her breast.

  Myra’s breath started getting heavier as she let the enjoyment overcome her.

  Reggie’s hands moved to her skirt, and her own hands moved along with his to pull her skirt down to the floor, and she was then only clad in her panties and her heels.

  They made their way to the bed somehow--she was hardly conscious of their location in the apartment—and as she lay down Reggie slid her panties off, her entire body now lay exposed to him.

  Reggie then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and slid them off—he had long since kicked off his shoes—and peeled off his boxer shorts, too, until he was as naked as she was. His long, hard dick was at attention, pointing upward but also pointing at her, as if it had a mind of its own and knew where she was and it had specifically grown to try to reach her.

  Her pussy was sopping wet, its way of screaming in anticipation. She wanted that dick. Goddamn did she want that dick in her pussy.

  You already have a man!

  The tiny little voice was drowned out in ecstasy as Reggie’s hardness poked into her opening, and as he made his way in, and he started rhythmically pumping her into her and out of her in a lustful dance, the voice was silenced for good.

  To be continued....