New BWWM IR

Here is my attempt at an interracial romance/ BWWM. Story follows Travis and Legend, college sophomores. This is Chapter 1, and there's no instasex, he's just strung out on his ex. I have no clue how long this will be. My goal is 100 pages, novella size. I have a whopping 4,400 words, and I also need to get back to Noah and Ko in my Fairy book. So many people inside of my head......


Travis

I told myself if she called I wasn’t going to answer. She dumped my ass six months ago, saying that she didn’t like how people looked at us, and she didn’t know if she wanted to date out of her race, and we just didn’t have much in common. That’s not how I felt about anything. I still think she’s the love of my life, even though I should hate her. She destroyed my soul. Ruined my whole world. Shredded my heart like lettuce. I stayed cooped up in my dorm room for days. I missed classes when I should have been preparing for finals and focusing on academics. Staying in my room and staring at my walls drove me a little mad. I starting calling and texting her every day. I showed up at her dorm. I bought flowers for her. I popped up at her job at the movie theater. When she said I was scaring her, I got the hint. I backed off completely. I didn’t want to end up with a restraining order against me. I wouldn’t have hurt her though. I willed myself to stay away from her. I never wanted to frighten her. I just focused on healing my heart and getting my grades up.
When I started to feel a little better, let time start to heal my wounds, she showed up at my door, like everything was cool between us. I let her in instead of telling her to fuck off, thus sealing my fate as her slave. She owns my ass and she knows it. I can’t get over her. The Friday before the fall semester starts, my mom helps me move my stuff into my dorm room. She looks sad and tired. She’s an empty nester again until Christmas, except for on the weekends I make it home. I hug her goodbye tightly. Her eyes are misty, but she doesn’t shed any tears. It’s always been just me and mom and I know she’ll miss me. She’s trying not to make me feel bad about leaviing.
“Call me Travis, if you need anything. Stay away from that damn girl this year. She’s poison.” She pecks my cheek and embraces me.
“Yes ma’am. Bye mom, love you. I’m sure I probably won’t hear from her.” My mom’s face shifts from sad to concerned to completely unnerved. She knows if I stay away from Tasha it will be Tasha’s choice. Not mine.
“Love you Travis. Make good choices.” She says to me, like I’m four. My roommate Charles won’t be arriving until Sunday. He texted me earlier. My best friend Noah is wifed up already. Married, at not even 20 years old, so I plan to spend the weekend alone, getting settled and looking around campus for something to get into. Maybe a party. I love to dance. I’m sure Noah and Ko wouldn’t mind me hanging at their place, but he’s in love, and happy, and I’m sincerely happy for him, but I can’t really help the twinge of jealousy I feel seeing them together, just because I’m not in the same place: In love with a woman who loves me back.
My phone rings and Drunk in Love by Beyonce’ starts to play, and that means its Tasha, and I swore I wasn’t going to pick up next time she called. Damn. I’m glad my mom’s not here to witness the complete desperation that’s about to take place.
“Hello.” I answer immediately, before she can change her mind about ringing my phone and hang up.
“Hey baby,” she laughs carelessly. Her voice is deep, and sexy like Scarlett Johansson’s. My penis starts to stiffen at her just speaking the two words. “My parents just helped me get settled in. I was wondering if you were back on campus yet?” I imagine her winking at me and nodding in a slightly nerdy way, and maybe giving me two thumbs up, which she never did. She’s too cool for awkwardness. Today I’m baby again. Not the white boy stalking her and not her ex-boyfriend. My heart betrays me by skipping a beat at the sound of her cheery voice and her flirtatious choice of words. I put a little more bass in my voice and try to sound laid back.
“Yeah. I’m here. Why? Did you want to come by?” She hesitates. I stop sounding cool, “I just miss you so damn much Tasha….” I didn’t mean to say that last part. It hangs stagnantly between us for a moment. She got what she wanted already. She knows she still runs my life. The point of everything she does is to toy with my emotions.
“Uh…” She thinks about it, “Yeah, Travie, sure.” She says happily. “What’s the dorm building and number?” I give it to her and she arrives five minutes later, so she must be close: Maybe the same building, maybe the one directly across from me.
Tasha stands in the doorway for a moment so I can take her all in. I hadn’t seen her all summer. She has a mane of fiery red tight spiral curls, smooth butter pecan colored skin with, straight white teeth framed by thick burgundy lips, a heavy layer of dark brown freckles from her forehead to her chin and all over her cheeks, she has freckles everywhere with the biggest concentration on her face. Her big bright brown eyes, are deceiving. They look innocent and doe like. She’s not sweet. Not even when she was mine. She’s wearing that tight black skirt I like with a tight white v-neck t-shirt and no bra. Her erect nipples strain the fabric slightly. I bite my lip. God she’s sexy. Beautiful. She was always way too pretty for me. Exotic. I run my fingers through my light reddish- brown hair and relax my posture slightly, but I know I look like a kid at Christmas, and my hearts thumping fast, and my hands are trembling just the tiniest bit with anticipation. This is so us. She can’t go without seeing me for too long either.
“Gonna invite me in Travie?” She asks sweetly, and rests her head against the door frame. If I had any self-respect, I wouldn’t, but she’s working the eye contact and the smile, and she smells like exotic flowers and looks even more beautiful, so I say, “Sure. Come on in.” She plops down on the bed, kicks off her flats and leans back on her hands. I stay standing by the door to study her every detail. I don’t know how long the image of her today will have to satisfy me before I see her again.
“What did you do all summer? I tried to call you more than a few times. You never answered. I thought maybe we would have gotten to see each other. Our houses aren’t that far apart.” I sound hurt. She pokes out her plump lower lip in a pouting motion.
“Busy. I had a job at the Apple store. It paid pretty well. Started seeing someone...” She says the last part very softly and trails off. I can guarantee it’s not another white boy. She got real adamant about my race being a problem when she left me.
“Oh,” I say not bothering to hide my devastation. “Still seeing him, or was it a summer thing?” My eyes meet hers. She smirks.
“Travie you know why I’m here, boy! I missed you! Come sit by me, you don’t have to stand by the door.” She pats the bed next to her. Her avoidance of my question means she’s still seeing him. I should kick her out, but my feet can’t carry me to her fast enough. They’re like running cartoon feet. She giggles when I plop down a foot away from her and look her up and down.
“There.” She puts her hand on my cheek and gives me a peck on the lips, and then she slides her minty tongue into my mouth, and puts her hand up my tee shirt, so it’s on. I take her shirt off and push her roughly back on my bed. She bounces back up a bit. I stare at her bare breasts and lick my lips. I forcefully strip her of her skirt and panties at the same time. She licks her lips back at me and waits for me to drop my pants. I jog to my dresser to get one of the condoms I just unpacked.
“Still mad at me huh? You didn’t used to want to wear rubbers with me.” She stares me down. Her conniving ass is so beautiful.
“You did give me Chlamydia as a consolation prize after you dumped me, Tasha.” I growl bitterly. The drip is no fun. I had to take a couple of courses of antibiotics. She waves off my concern.
“I’m sorry baby. I just miss being close to you. I don’t want the condom between us. I’m still on the pill.” She moves her hands down her lean bare body. I love her, but I do not want to get physically sick again over this girl, or to tether myself to her with a child that she resents for being half white if the pill fails us. She wishes her own fair skin was darker. She didn’t deny still seeing someone else, and that dude’s probably not using condoms. I allow myself to be used for sex, but we use protection. I screw her like I’m still in love with her. I kiss and worship ever inch of her gorgeous body. Our tongues dance together. I grope and squeeze her, and then I pull her hair, and give it to her a bit rough like she likes it. She closes her eyes.
“Look at my face Tasha.” She opens them and we stare at each other, while our bodies move in synchronization. I feel the same way about her that I did six months ago. I tighten my fists around her hair as my eyes devour her.
“Tasha, I still love you so fucking much.” I say while panting and plunging into her deeply. I kiss her neck.
“Travis, I still love fucking you so much.” She says breathlessly as she wraps her legs tighter around me, and then leans in to kiss me. Well that says absolutely everything doesn’t it? She just missed the way I screw her. She doesn’t love me, which I knew, but it still hurts. I gulp hard and tears fall down my face as we both climax and then I go immediately limp. I wipe my tear and sweat stained face. It’s not sexy, strong, releasing a single tear crying. I’m sure she notices that I’m losing it. It’s quite embarrassing. She smirks and kisses my forehead before going into my bathroom to clean herself. I brush past her to flush the condom and try to get her to stay.
“Hey if you want we can go get something to eat at the food court. I could go for a sub.” I smile and block the bathroom’s entrance. She sighs and looks at the ceiling.
“Travie…..I still hate how people look at us when we’re together. That hasn’t changed.” She smiles and squeezes my hand, then releases it.
“Tasha, that’s all in your head though. The people that look at us at all are just looking at you because you’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” She kisses my nose condescendingly, and heads toward her clothes.
“We can order pizza and watch Netflix. We don’t have to leave the dorm.” I offer. Netflix and chill. Maybe I can sex her back into love with me. I do not even care how desperate I sound.
“Sorry Travie….I still have unpacking to do. We’ll connect later.” She winks at me and faces away as she pulls her lacy black panties over her slender legs, and plump butt. She smoothly pulls her skirt up the same way. She pulls her t-shirt on. Slips on her shoes, and she’s ready to walk right back out of my life. Maybe for weeks.
“What dorm are you in?” She pretends not to hear me as she flutters her fingers at me and shuts my door gently behind her. Gone.
I feel dirty and cheap like a hooker, and I don’t change my sheets that smell like sex and flowers because I’m going to love dozing off to that smell later. I go outside to sit on a bench in front of the building and sulk a few minutes after she leaves. I am the weakest man. I’m a good looking guy. I can get girls. This particular one is just in my system.
It’s getting dark. I’m not ready to go be alone in my dorm room. I see the silhouette of a girl with a big afro, and I think it’s Tasha, so my heart stops. She wouldn’t be going to see some other dude already would she? After I just made love to her. The silhouette in question hops on a skateboard. Not Tasha. Tasha doesn’t do anything physical. I allow myself to breathe again. I watch the girl sway back and forth like she’s dancing as she goes back and forth along the stretch of pavement between the dorms. I can’t help but sway a little with her. I find a song on my phone to play while I watch her. Her curvy body moves almost perfectly in time to Drake’s song Energy. So I let it play. I bob my head, dance with her. We have this moment together that she doesn’t know we’re having. If she knew I was watching, it might be creepy, but she puts on one hell of a show. It soothes my nerves a little. I watch her until she goes back into her building.