Aloe House Erotica Challenge

https://www.creativelive.com/class/screenwriting-the-art-of-the-first-draft

A couple of weeks ago, my house decided to embark on a fun erotica writing challenge. Everyone wrote amazing short erotica stories but I decided to write a short script that was actually inspired by all of the Black queer webseries’ I’ve been watching on YouTube for the past 3 months. This is my very first script so it was a stressful and interesting creative endeavor for me. Despite this, I managed to finish it and submit it for the collective house reading of our stories. Now, I’m making it accessible for anyone who cares to read it. So, I present you to “How To Shorten A Rom-Com Script” by yours truly. Let me know what you think about it! :)

NOTE: Don’t steal my work because that’s not hot.

FADE IN:

INT. HALLWAY — DAY

Two Black women walk up the stairs, staggered, together in sweaty gym clothes. TANYA(SHE/HER), a minimalist, is only carrying her bare essentials in her black fanny pack after tossing an empty water bottle in the recycling bin. She has locs with varying shades of blue that contrast against her black scrunchie and all black Nike sports bra/legging outfit. BIANCA(SHE/THEY), slumped a little to the right, is carrying a light grey backpack on her right shoulder. They’re wearing a grey tank top with black compression shorts; she has ambre locs that drape past her shoulders when down. They approach their opposite-facing apartments at The Aloe Lofts and turn to face each other.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Sooooo, you’ve been back in town for a week now. How we feeling friend? (fidgets with house keys and leans against wall)

Bianca is currently preoccupied with checking emails from their team regarding practice, workout, and game scheduling.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Huh? (continues looking down and is still typing)

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(mocks Bianca) “Huh?” I’m asking you how you feel about being back in the states but I see they got you hitting the ground running.(laughs)

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Funny that you mentioned running because ya girl has 6 am conditioning practices to attend starting next week.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

This pleases me dissly.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Likewise.(sets backpack on the floor next to the door to search for keys) But I love playing basketball professionally so I’ll just have to suck it up I guess.

Bianca dumps some contents of her backpack on the floor and the keys spill out.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

I understand that but my guy you need to rest. I can’t have my best friend dying from exhaustion. Especially before you’ve had the chance to make me the godmother of your plant baby. I’M A GODMUVA BIANCA, NO DRAMA!

Bianca puts the fallen items back into her backpack and zips it up.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(chuckles while fumbling with keys) Why are you like this?

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Because I’m a comical genius that practices her craft. (dramatically flips hair) But don’t forget to grab Felicia today because she taking up space in my living room. Plus, I’mma be writing today so I’m not going to be thinking about it.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(snaps fingers and points) Thank you for reminding me. I’ll annoy you later when I clean up my place and shower.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(rolls eyes and unlocks door) Lort. I’ll see you later.

Tanya opens the door, steps inside, and closes it behind her. Bianca follows suit into her apartment.

INT. Bianca’s apartment — NIGHT

Six hours later, Bianca managed to do laundry, wash the dishes, vacuum the living room and bedroom, swiffer Jet the kitchen, and make her bed. She also cleared some space next to the couch for Felicia, the ficus that Tanya babysat while Bianca was overseas in Italy for the past 8–9 months.

Bianca takes her phone off the charger on her bed to set a Spotify shower playlist and text Tanya.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(Bianca to Tanya)

(texting) hey T, I’ll be there in a few. Got balls deep into some house cleaning but I’m about to shower now.

She undresses, grabs a towel, and brings the phone into the bathroom.

CUT TO:

INT. Tanya’s apartment — NIGHT

Tanya is at her desk on the laptop smoking a blunt, drinking red wine, and listening to the “Coffee Table Jazz” playlist when she sees the text notification from Bianca. She’s been stressed out by the writer’s block.

(Tanya to Bianca)

(texts two brown skinned thumbs up emojis)

CUT TO:

INT. HALLWAY — NIGHT

Bianca, freshly showered, moisturized, and comfortably dressed, steps out of their apartment and leaves the door open. She knocks on Tanya’s door.

Tanya opens the door as light weed smoke and the scent of cinnamon escapes the place.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

You conjuring with cinnamon again?

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Nah not today. I was just tryna make some chai tea.(bends to slide Felicia in the doorway) Here ya go. I kept her nice and juicy for you.(winks with finger guns)

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Thanks, Pretty Ricky.

Bianca squatted down, grabbed Felicia on her sides, and walked backwards into her apartment to place its designated spot next to the couch. She was slightly heavier than they remembered.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(slightly out of breath) ‘Preciate the help bestie.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Tanya peacefully sips the chai tea she grabbed off of her counter by the doorway.

Yeah girl, no problem. Listen…wyd tonight? You busy?

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(leaning up against the wall next to her doorway) Not really. I was just gone smoke and chill today. Why? What’s up?

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(lowers mug and sighs) My brain won’t let me write. I’ve basically been stuck in my writer’s block for the past few hours and I could really use some company if you don’t mind.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Yeah I gotchu. Let me grab my phone and backpack and I’m be over.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Bet.

INT. Tanya’s apartment — NIGHT

Tanya heads back into her apartment, leaving the door open, and sits at her desk. Bianca shortly walks through the door, closes the door behind her, and plops on Tanya’s couch next to her. Tanya picks up her bong, takes a hit, and passes it to Bianca who does the same. They go back and forth until the flower bits in the bong turn to ash.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(exhales out smoke) Aight, so tell me about this writing endeavor. What’s it about? What’s it for? When’s the deadline? Give me all the details Mama T.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(facing the computer with her face contorted) Ew not Mama T, don’t do that. You been back for like a week and you already actin’ up.

Tanya laughs and swirls in her desk chair towards Bianca.

But yeah I’m working on a submission for this Black zine platform called “Art Imitates Life”? It’s like a zine that uses elements of the world of film to convey different life lessons. The deadline is two weeks away and I have stuff written down for it but I’m having trouble with tone and delivery.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Okay all that sounds legit. But what is it about? What life lesson are we teaching?

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Um, (scratches head) I’m kind of using the stark contrast between Barry Jenkins’ Medicine for Melancholy (2009) and Moonlight (2016) to talk about the complexities of fully showing up in your work both as a creative and a person in general.

Bianca glares at Tanya without moving, leans back on the couch, and crosses her arms pensively. They then proceed to roll a blunt using her own stuff and Tanya’s rolling tray.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

So-

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Okay hear me out. These are two vastly different films to come from the same director in my eyes and I felt it could be a great example of growth in your craft. Will I use this opportunity to roast tf out of Medicine for Melancholy (2009)? Yes. But, I’m not interested in trashing the film just to do it. That’s too easy and I’ve already done that. I’m writing this for niggas like me-

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Shady perfectionists.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(slightly offended but in agreement) Right. I mean when I do anything creative, I’m always concerned about how I’m gonna feel when I look back on my own work. But I guess I’m trying to teach myself, and the audience, that the perception of my past work shouldn’t cause creative paralysis. I mean who knows if Moonlight (2016) would have been created without the legacy of Medicine for Melancholy (2009). Especially since it was his first film.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

So basically, from your perspective, we shouldn’t let our Medicine for Melancholies keep us from our Moonlights in our creative spaces and personal lives?

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Exactly. (wide grin)

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Damn best friend, it looks like you got a banger on your hands. I was a little concerned at first but I’m honestly fuckin with the vision. It feels very authentic to who you are as a person, creative, and unpaid critic. (laughs)

Tanya rolls her eyes, spins back toward her laptop screen, and laughs.

But seriously I don’t think your writer’s block is related to tone and delivery. That can be figured out in the editing process.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(turns and speaks over her right shoulder) Okay, so what do you think my issue is?

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

From my observation just in this moment, you have an issue saying the thing vs figuring out how to say the thing. Just now, telling me your writing idea was a bit of a struggle for you but once you carefully explained everything, it clicked. But you had to be willing to say it. So, in my humble opinion, your writer’s block is stemming from not trusting your own ideas and standing ten toes down on them. Not your tone or delivery being misinterpreted.

Bianca pulls out a lighter from her backpack and lit the blunt they just rolled. She pulled and handed it to Tanya who did the same before passing it back.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

You know (exhales smoke), you ain’t have to read me like that friend.

Bianca and Tanya both share a simultaneous laugh. Tanya saves her notes and closes the laptop to join Bianca on the couch as they continue passing the blunt to each other. Bianca sits up and looks at Tanya who is leaning back on the couch looking out at the city lights from the window. Bianca glances at the shoe box on the right corner of the coffee table while passing the blunt to Tanya. It contains the letters that she wrote to Tanya while in Italy.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

You know we gotta address the elephant in the room at some point, right? (exhales smoke, puts out the blunt roach, and points at the box)

INT. Tanya’s apartment — NIGHT (DREAM SEQUENCE)

Tanya turns to glance at the shoe box while retrieving the roach and reaches over to put it out in her glass candle ashtray holder.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(deep sigh) Yeah, I know. But can we like not do that thing that rom-coms do where the best friends have so much chemistry but don’t know how to tell each other how they feel? Like I rather just tell you how I feel about everything right now than to drag it tf out, you know?

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

I see that “writer’s block” is clearing up. (laughs) But yeah I definitely agree. These 1.5 to 2 hr rom-coms could definitely be shorten to 12 min short films if niggas just talked to each other directly instead of the typical chaotic hooplah.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

EXACTLY.(sigh of relief) I’m glad we on the same page cuz I do not have the energy to be doing the most. But, now that the awkward part is mostly out of the way, let’s talk.

They both sat up and discussed everything that was going unsaid up until that point. Bianca talked about how much they loved playing basketball for the Italy team for the past 8 months and thought about Tanya when she spent time in Venice. Tanya went on a rant about how she had been bonding with Bianca’s child, Felicia the ficus, and felt that she should be designated godmother. Her way of saying that she thought about Bianca, too.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Oh, before I forget, I meant to tell you at the airport that I really love your hair. Like, it really looks good on you. And I know it’ll look good with your signature all black fit with gold accessories look.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Thank you. (blushes) You lookin a little (smacks ass) luscious yourself. (laughs)

And they carried on that way for a few more hours. Laughing, flirting, addressing complicated emotions, and affirming each other. With each minute came the clarity of three things each woman intended to achieve. 1.) It was clear that they missed each other… dearly. 2.) It was clear that their feelings for each other were more romantic than they realized. And 3.) it was clear that the sexual tension between the two of them was becoming harder to contain. They were approaching the wrapping up point of their intense conversation and noticed that it had gotten pretty late. The time on Tanya’s phone, which was still playing “Coffee Table Jazz” the entire time, read 11:13 PM.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(rubbing on knees)T?

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Yeah?

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

I don’t mean to ruin this rather intimate mo-

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(laughing and points) Down the hall on the left.

Bianca springs up to walk around the table towards the bathroom before she backs up a few steps to toss her keys at Tanya’s coffee table.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(shouts from bathroom) Uh, if you need the bathroom while I’m still here, just take my keys and use my bathroom. We buy the same wipes so rock out.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Gotchu.

Tanya goes to the whiteboard on her desk to write “wipes” under her to-get list and takes Bianca’s keys to take advantage of this bathroom break.

They both return to the couch after peeing, moistly wiping, washing their hands, and gargling each other’s mouthrinses in the other person’s bathroom.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

So I guess we, um, decided to smell like each other? (laughs while leaning forward, elbows on their knees)

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(shrugs) I mean I personally think it’s hot but that’s just me.

Bianca turns her neck to scan Tanya’s entire being before smiling.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Really?

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(shyly glances at Bianca) Yeah.

Bianca shifts closer to Tanya on the couch and leans in place a gentle kiss on her lips. She leaned back to look into Tanya’s eyes and lick her lips before kissing Tanya’s again. Tanya, while initially shy, felt herself melting into Bianca’s embrace and Bianca felt secure in holding Tanya in her surrender. This wasn’t the first time they’ve ever hugged or shared intimate moments. And they always felt safe with each other of course. But the depth of intimacy in this moment filled voids of yearning and suppressed desire for the both of them. All that mattered to them was this moment and pleasure was the star intention.

Still kissing, Bianca shifted their weight forward which put her on top of Tanya while she wrapped her legs and arms around Bianca’s body. Bianca took Tanya’s arms and gently stretched them over her head. Bianca takes a moment to look Tanya in the eyes again before whispering in her ear.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Close your eyes and keep your arms above your head.

Tanya obliged, to both of their shock, and decided to fully take in the experience of surrender, trust, and vulnerability.

Tanya was not the type to mindlessly listen to the orders of other people. She had spent the majority of her life asserting herself and questioning the intentions of others. She also spent a great deal of her life caring for people often at the expense of her own care. Needless to say, she wasn’t exactly the exemplary model for trusting others and relinquishing control. But it felt different to listen and genuinely trust. It felt good to listen and genuinely trust. And feeling good was Tanya’s only priority, for once, for tonight. Plus if there was anyone that Tanya felt safe and comfortable enough to listen to, it would be Bianca.

Bianca proceeded to slowly remove Tanya’s ponytail holder, toss it towards the coffee table on the right, and rub her fingers in Tanya’s scalp. The first scalp massage Bianca gave to someone other than herself sent Tanya into a deeper state of relaxation and self-induced lubrication as she massaged away some of the tension that Tanya carried daily. They then guided the blue locs out of the way to provide access to Tanya’s neck. She explored different hot spots and experimented with different sensations to gauge Tanya’s enjoyment. Licking her neck was not a house favorite as indicated by Tanya’s squirming. Kissing all over her neck made her giggle. Sucking close to her ears created goosebumps and the urge to grip the end of her couch a little tighter. She tucked this observational data away for the moment as she rose up to take off her tank top. She smiled at how peaceful Tanya looked when she was relaxed.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(smiling) You okay?

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(takes a breath) Yes. But I would like to move my arms and open my eyes now. (giggles)

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

No, you must stay in this position for the rest of the night. (laughs)

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(playfully rolls eyes) Okay, girl.

Tanya opens her eyes and sits up to take off her oversized sweater. She grabs the elastic waistband of Bianca’s sweatpants with two hands for leverage as she sends a trail of kisses around her waist and belly while simultaneously dragging her nails down Bianca’s back. The slightly overwhelming sensations surprised Bianca in the best possible way. She stops Tanya and lifts her head to look at her once more and strokes her chin.

END DREAM SEQUENCE

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(lightly taps her leg) Tanya? You’re, um, drooling babes.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Oh! Oh my god!

Tanya jumps up and heads to the bathroom to wipe her mouth. She takes a long look in the mirror before walking out and sitting on the couch.

Well that was embarrassing. (nervously laughs)

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Not really. Plenty of women have wet dreams about me. It’s part of the perk of being sexy.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

I’m ignoring that. What were we talking about again?

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

The letters I sent. Better known as the “Italian Romance Papers”.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Right. Is it possible for us to table it until tomorrow at our Bestie Brunch? It’s late and I don’t have the energy for a lengthy conversation.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

Yeah that’s fine. I’m feeling tired anyway so I’m gonna crash at my place.(stands up, yawns, and stretches)

TANYA(SHE/HER)

Sounds good.(stands and yawns).

Bianca bends down to give Tanya an endearing forehead kiss. When she stands up again, they both make eye contact for a few seconds before they both look away. Bianca heads for the door, unlocks it, and opens it. Tanya grabs Bianca’s house keys off of the table and walks behind Bianca to the door.

BIANCA(SHE/THEY)

(turns toward Tanya) Tomorrow.

TANYA(SHE/HER)

(hands Bianca her keys) Tomorrow.

INT. HALLWAY — NIGHT

Bianca grabs the keys from Tanya, walks a few feet to her door, unlocks it, and walks inside shutting the door behind her. Tanya closes her door after Bianca closes theirs.

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K. Phillips

K. Phillips

she/her. black queer feminist/womanist. writer. bad bitch/real nigga. nc native. unpaid comedian. focused on survival and vibes.