The Island Girl: A BWWM Adventure Romance
by Aza Reece
Al was looking at her and commented "I wouldn't mind taking that to bed tonight, I'd rock her world."
As she approached, Doug saw that she was looking at them. Dhani was staring and Al was just plain gawking at her, Doug gave her the once over when his eyes drifted back up to her pretty face he noticed she was staring him straight in the eye, he smiled, she didn't smile back. She looked up and kept on walking past. They turned and looked as she walked away, Doug thought boy does she have a booty on her, you could bounce a quarter off that ass.
"Did you see that look, she's an ice queen." Dhani said trying to dismiss her.
"All she needs is a player like to me to warm her up, I'd melt all that ice." Al said grinning to himself.
"Fool, the only thing you'd play with her is the funky piano with your enchilada ass." Dhani smirked at Al, Doug started to crack up. They'd been friends since college so the race thing was not a big deal. Dhani and Doug had been roommates and Al their suitemate. Dhani and Doug were both into track and field during college, with Dhani doing shotput and Doug running, Al had just been a playboy which he was to this day. Doug really loved these guys, they'd seen each other through a lot. They didn't live in the same city anymore but they were still close and could count on one another. Al was a hotshot attorney in Boston with more woman than he could shake a stick at it, still the playboy, although his family had been in the United States since it's inception almost he used to do the fake accent to get girls in college and surprisingly they fell for it. Dhani was the big man, always had been probably always would be, standing 6'5" in flat feet he was tall and huge with muscles on his muscles but he was great guy, he'd been married but had been divorced for the last 3 years. He was professor of African American history at University of Tennessee, although his ex-wife, Suzanne had been white, he was a proud black man and wouldn't let you forget it. Doug lived in Atlanta, Georgia where he was a doctor working for the Center for Disease Control. They were homeboys, best of friends and always had each other's back.
Doug wondered if they'd have his back if he went over and said hello to that sexy ice queen. Race wasn't a big deal with him, he'd dated all kinds girls, he had just happened to fall in love a petite blonde, he thought was innocent and sexy as the girl next door. Yea, she was the girl next door alright, next door if it was whorehouse. He thought he was off women, but after seeing the fine and vuluptous ice queen maybe he had to re-think that decision.
"I think I'm going to go over and talk to her" Doug told his friends boldly.
"What white boy, forget it. You don't even have that kind of game." Al responded.
Dhani chuckled, "Doug, man if you think you can do it, go head and take a shot but I hate to see my friend get his balls handed to him."
Doug got up ready to make his move and as he began to walk from the table, he turned and replied, "the only handed balls here are going to be my balls in her hand." And he walked away confidently.
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