Interracial Compulsion

By

B.J. Frazier

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Table of Contents

Author’s Note

Interracial Compulsion

Epilogue

About B.J. Frazier

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This book contains erotic fiction with graphic sex and is intended for mature readers only.

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Interracial Compulsion

“I’m not attracted to black men,” Tracy whispered to her sister.

Tina smiled. “I heard you the first time you said that. But y’know what I didn’t hear you say?”

“That I’m not attracted to black men?”

“Nope, got that one. And at this point, I’m not sure whether to be glad or insulted that you’re not attracted to my husband.”

“Omigod, Tina, I don’t see Joe as a black man.”

“Wow. You could definitely be the spokesperson for Black Lives Matter, Trace,” Tina sighed.

“I’m sorry. But this really isn’t about Joe, or you and Joe, or you being attracted to black men, okay? I mean, sure, I can look at a black man and appreciate his looks. You know, Denzel, Idris Elba, Will Smith--well, before the slap, anyway.”

“Don’t get me started on Will Smith.”

“Right. Okay, so let’s take him out and say The Rock and... oh! D.B. Woodside.”

“Who’s he?”

“He’s from Lucifer, that I just started watching--”

“Oh, right.”

“--and I am amazed by how attracted I am to him. Not only is he black, but he’s bald, too!”

Tracy raised her eyebrows and nodded to affirm her surprising revelation. Tina shook her head and watched her sister attack a stack pancakes.

With a mouthful of food, Tracy added, “You know, he reminds me a lot of this guy from volleyball, which is just so weird because I’m not attracted--”

“Don’t you dare say it again.”

“Well, I’m not.”

Tina stared at her sister and waited.

“...attracted to black men, in case you were wondering,” Tracy finished.

“Yep, still got that. Never mind that we’ve been in this restaurant for,” she checked her phone, “almost twenty minutes, and you’ve only talked about a black man... that you’re apparently attracted to.”

“But that’s the weird thing.”

“That you’re attracted to him?”

“Right!”

Tina nodded. “That point’s been established. But you didn’t answer me before. Do you know what’s been missing for the past twenty minutes?”

“What?”

“The fact that you’re married.” Tina crossed her arms.

“Yeah,” Tracy sighed, “I know. But this transcends everything.”

“What does that even mean, Trace?”

“It means that...” she looked at the ceiling before scanning the restaurant and looking out the window. “I dunno,” she said, turned to her sister. “I just think it’s one of those things that nature or law or anything, really, can’t stop.”

“Okay.” Tina placed her arms on the table and leaned in. “You think that’s a legal and acceptable reason for divorce?”

“Divorce? Who’s talkin’ divorce? I’m not. I can’t divorce Steve, Tina.”

“And you think Steve’s just gonna hang around until you’re done not being attracted to black men?”

“Lower your voice,” Tracy whispered, glancing around. “Why are you so angry, anyway?”

“Because this is just typical of you.”

“No, it’s not. I’m not--”

“Attracted to black men, I know. I got it.”

“Then what’s typical? Because this is so not typical of me in any way.”

“Y’think?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re always lookin’ for somethin’ better and not recognizing the blessings that you do have.”

“Omigod, Teen, you haven’t listened to anything I just said... which is so typical of you.”

“I watched you practically have an orgasm over a man who’s not your husband. What exactly did I miss, sis?”

“Everything.” Tracy shook her head and resumed her attack on her pancakes, cutting a triangle out of her stack. Then she lathered it in syrup and shoved the three-layered bite into her mouth.

Tina watched her. “Maybe I’m jealous,” she said quietly.

“Hmm?” Tracy asked with her mouth closed.

“I just came to the realization this week that I’m not ever gonna be with another man for the rest of my life. And the beginning part of a relationship--this stuff you’ve been talking about--is the best part.”

Tracy swallowed. “You--you wanna have an affair?”

“No. I don’t. I love Joe, and I love what we have. But nothing’s ever going to be new again, y’know?”

“I guess... but that’s not what this is with Evander.”

“How can you risk what you have with Steve?”

“I’m not. I dunno how to explain it. And nothing’s happened between us.”

“Wait, what?” Tina chuckled. “Are you serious?”

“Yesss,” Tracy hissed. “I’m just telling you about this pull. There’s an undeniable compulsion between us that won’t be stopped. Once it starts going, I mean.”

“Oh, well, then that’s easy. Don’t start it.”

Tracy shook her head. “You’re not listening again.”

“I heard you haven’t crossed any lines yet. So, just don’t cross ‘em. Problem solved.”

“They’re going to be crossed because there’s nothing that can be done.”

“You’re just being melodramatic now.”

“There are forces working out there that are bigger than both of us. It’s almost against my will... but I want it.”

“Is that the load of shit he’s selling you?”

“No.” Tracy shook her head and concentrated on her pancakes again.

“That’s the load of shit you’re selling him?”

“Mmm mmm.”

“Then if no one’s selling shit and nothing’s happened, then there’s no problem, and the crisis can be averted.”

Tracy stared at her sister. “The only way that works is if I stop going to volleyball.”

“Then stop--”

“And I’m not gonna stop playing volleyball.”

“So you’re choosing to get into a situation.”

“No. You know damn well that volleyball has been my sanity saver for years.”

“You can find another--”

“Don’t tell me to find somewhere else. I’ve been going for too long. They’re my peeps. Plus, it’s only two blocks from my house, so I’m not gonna drive across town. And I don’t even know if there are any other converted elementary school-community centers like this. If anyone leaves, it’ll have to be him.”

“And have you told him that?”

“What?! No way!”

“Why not? It seems like the simplest plan.”

“Becuzzz,” she hissed.

“What am I not getting now?” Tina spat.

“We haven’t talked about anything. So I can’t just walk up to him before a game, in front of his wife and sons, and say, oh hey, this thing we’ve got goin’ on? We’ve gotta stop it before it blows up our lives. And the only way to do that is if you go to somewhere else to play volleyball.”

Tina raised her eyebrows and shook her head. “You’re sayin’ you guys have never even talked?! And since when is he married with kids??”

“Of course we’ve talked. We play volleyball. People talk. We talked.”

“So you and he talk while his wife and kids cheer?”

“No, Teen, his wife plays, and his kids play on the playground. They’re not in the gym unless it’s raining.”

Tina leaned in and whispered, “Are you talking about having a threeway?”

“What? No!” Tracy rolled her eyes. “I don’t even get how you think that.”

“People talk on the court, and the only people I’ve heard about is you, him and his wife. So. Threeway.”

“Tina, I’ve never been attracted to women.”

“Or black men.”

“Yeah. Right.”

“So isn’t that my point?”

“It may be your point but that’s not what’s going on here.”

“So just you and--what’s his name?”

“Evander.”

“Evander. And what’s his wife’s name?”

“Erica.”

“He’s married to a white woman?”

“No, she’s black.”

“Okay. But I’m so confused. How do you and Evander talk if his wife’s right there?”

“We don’t talk about anything serious. It’s just game talk.”

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