Free Midnight by Odie Hawkins

asked the question she had asked. Bop matched her, sip for sip, puzzled by her question and her behavior. What’s goin’ on here? One minute this chick is asking me if I got some rubbers and the next minute she’s freezing on me .
    The radio was playing smooth jazz in the background. He had fumbled from station to station looking for rap music, couldn’t find any, decided to settle for jazz from England.
    She wanted to listen to some of the reggae tapes she carried with her in her car. They sipped their stouts silently.
    Bop stared at her feet and allowed his eyes to drink up her form and attitude.
    â€œHow old are you, Elena?”
    â€œI’m twenty-five; how old are you?”
    â€œI’m twenty-five too; that’s a real coincidence, huh?”
    â€œI suppose so.”
    â€œWhat’s your sign?”
    â€œI beg your pardon?”
    â€œWhat’s your sign, you know, like what sign was you born under? I bet you a Scorpio.”
    â€œOh, perhaps; I’m not into astrology.”
    â€œOh.”
    He slipped his arm around behind her on the sofa, obliquely. She seemed to ignore his move. Close up, he got a tiny whiff of the kind of funk he had experienced at the airport.
    Oh wowwww …, she’s nervous .
    He dropped his arm down behind her waist, settled his hand on her hip. She pretended not to notice his touch.
    â€œUhhh, Elena, c’mere, I wanna show you something.”
    She gave him a curious look when he stood and reached for her hand.
    â€œShould I bring my beer?”
    â€œYeah, bring it.”
    He led her out of the main room into the short hallway where the bedrooms were located.
    Damn …, it sho’ would be nice to have some smoke right now .
    They sat on the side of the bed in his bedroom silently for a few minutes, moonlight streaming in.
    â€œElena, put your beer down for a minute.”
    Obediently, she placed the beer bottle on the floor and turned toward him, pushing her glasses up on her nose.
    The moment spelled Now , and Bop leaned over to kiss her. How long had it been? He could feel her softness on his hardness already.
    â€œNo, please.…”
    He leaned back slightly to take a closer look at her, to measure the emotional thing a little more seriously. What the fuck is this, some kinda neurotic person?
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œIf we kiss, you will want to do more.”
    â€œHey, that’s the idea.”
    She laughed out loud for the first time since they had met, a real laugh. Was she laughing at what he had said? Or was she laughing with him?
    He gently removed her glasses after the laughter died, placed them on his night table, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Now is the time for you to run outta here, miss lady .
    Elena stared at him in the glazed light, not moving. The sound of the families in the compound next door echoed softly through the room. He flung his shirt on a nearby chair and pulled her from the bed by her armpits and kissed her.
    He thought he was hearing himself when he heard her first moan. Whooooo.… First she don’t, then she do .
    They began to impatiently undress each other, creating a chaotic battle for a few wild moments. He gently placed her on the bed and stared at her. Beautiful black African sister. She reached her hand out and caressed his penis. He was surprised. She had given no indication that she was into dick until now.
    Where did I put the fuckin’ rubbers?
    â€œBop, don’t get off into fuckin’ in Africa; you’ll never be able to stop. Remember, youngblood, African women furnished the world with its very first pussy.”
    â€œWhat’re you sayin’, Chester, they got freaks over there?”
    â€œI’m saying more than that; you’ll see.…”
    He pushed the latex down the length of his dick and eased onto the bed beside her.
    â€œForeplay, don’t forget foreplay. Most of these funky chumps jump on women like love-starved