Free One Night: A BWWM Interracial Romance by Camilla Stevens

she bent her head down to sniff into her shirt.
    “I knew it!” Mia laughed falling back into her seat. “I told you Dennie!”
    Denise wasn’t nearly as amused. “Who was this guy, Natalie?   Did you just pick up some random man in the bar? He didn’t get you drunk did he?”
    Natalie sank back in her seat since it was all pretty much true. Of course Denise would be the one asking all the direct questions.   They had been friends since elementary school and ended up as roommates in college. She had always been the leader of the two.
    These days she was an associate producer for Channel 5.   It was easy enough for her to judge since she was finally engaged to a writer she met at the station. Natalie looked at the rock on her left hand with envy. They had only been dating a year!   That was half as long as Malcolm and Natalie had been together.   No wonder it hadn’t lasted.  
    “Yes, yes I did!” she confessed out loud with vigor. “And it was awesome. So leave me alone!”  
    Denise turned to give her a sharp look.  
    “You get yours, girl!” Mia said, leaning forward to high five her.
      Mia had joined the two of them during a group project in one of the classes they had all ended up in together.   The odd part was that Denise and Mia were so different but almost closer to each other than they were with Natalie.   Mia let Denise mother her around and in turn Denise let Mia loosen her up. It was a perfect Odd Couple.  
    Natalie turned around to the confidant that wasn’t being so judgey.   Mia’s facial features were also a complete contrast to Denise’s with a button nose, round cheeks and light brown eyes. Where Denise was tall and lean, Mia was tall and curvy, mostly in the hips. She had skin that was a perfectly neutral shade of light beige, the same color that uninspired people painted their walls. It was ironic, because she was anything but boring.   She was a graphic artist who worked as a DJ on weekends. The soft, natural curls that fell almost to her waist were constantly dyed a different hue.   This weekend it had been a deep maroon color. Mia swung both ways and had no intention of settling down anytime soon, so she was the perfect one to dish with.  
    “He’s a writer, actually,” she started. “Have any of you heard of Jake Cavanaugh?   He writes spy stuff, I think. ”  
    Both of them thought for a moment then shook their heads.  
    “Yeah, me neither,” Natalie admitted. “I’ll have to look him up or ask my dad when I get home.   He reads that stuff.”
    “Enough with his job, what did he look like?” Mia urged.  
    “Well…he’s white,” she said.  
    Natalie knew it wasn’t a big deal with her friends. Denise’s fiancé, Ross, was white.   In fact, she was planing on converting to Judaism before the wedding.
    “Wow,” said Mia, who was less into dating outside her race, “when you rebound you rebound hard.”  
    “There’s nothing wrong with it, Mia,” Denise said, finally coming to Natalie’s defense on an issue they could agree on.  
    “You know I don’t care who you guys date. I’m not racist…I just prefer my cocks to be black, the blacker the better!”  
    “Ugh,” Denise said. “Why do you always have to put things in the most vulgar terms?”  
    Mia just laughed. This was how they spurred with one another.   Natalie watched it with amusement, and a bit of relief that the focus wasn’t entirely on her escapades from last night.  
    “If you all are expecting me to complete the circle of swirl you seem to have started, you guys are sorely mistaken,” Mia said. “I’m not going to be dating any white dudes anytime soon.”  
    “Whoa, who said anything   about dating?” Natalie chimed in. “Like you said, it was a rebound, that’s it. I don’t even know where he lives.”
    “Or if he’s clean, or if he’s a stalker, or if he’s even single,” Denise went on. “Please tell me you at least used a condom.”  
    “Yes,