"Not bad, you look sexy, both of you," Rana Laveau said, and she smiled to herself as she beheld the two gorgeous studs who stood before her in all of their glory. To her right stood Detroit-born Jefferson Keen, a fine piece of chocolate at six-foot-two and two hundred and twenty five pounds. With his wiry yet muscular build, his slick goatee and stylish Afro, the brother simply looked magically delicious.
"Thank you my fine sista," Jefferson said, and he glanced at Rana and nodded, then shrugged at his nearest competitor. Aziz Dibba locked eyes with Jefferson, cocked an eyebrow and then looked at Rana without saying anything. The expression in his golden brown eyes was unreadable, as befitting a taciturn man of his stature. Six-foot-four, with mahogany-hued skin and a smooth shaved head, Aziz Dibba looked like an ancient African prince come back to life in modern times.
"Shukran, thank you kindly, sister," Aziz said at last, and Rana smiled and nodded in his direction. From the moment Rana first laid eyes on Aziz, the tall, dark and handsome Gambian Muslim brother struck her as a man of singular intensity and masculine magnetism. Then again, men from West Africa had always held a special appeal for Rana, she must admit.
Born in the Quebec City, Quebec, to a French Canadian mother and a Haitian immigrant father, Rana Laveau was raised by her mother Astrid Laveau's family after her parents tumultuous divorce. Growing up in a very whitewashed environment, Rana Laveau was sharply aware of the fact that, as a biracial female, she was quite different. Her mother's family seldom spoke of her father, Lionel Laurent, and when they did, it was to curse him.
Rana Laveau's maternal grandparents never approved of her mother's relationship with a black man. Subsequently, they treated Rana, the living evidence of their failure to prevent their daughter's interracial marriage, as an afterthought. Rana loathed them for it, and vowed to leave Quebec City as soon as her legs could carry her. Her search for an identity led to a journey of discovery, and finally, Rana came to Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to major in Criminal Justice and African Studies.
The African Studies program at Carleton University changed Rana Laveau's life. In her classes and through her research she learned about great African scholars, and the hidden history and greatness of both ancient and modern Africa. Slowly but surely, Rana began to change, and she learned to love the African within her. Rana reconnected with her estranged father Lionel Laurent, who recently moved to Ottawa with his girlfriend, Sharon something or other.
Rana Laveau's life was changing for the better and she couldn't get enough of it. Along the way, Rana developed a fascination for black men, especially exotic ones from distant lands. The further the West, the more interesting they were, as far as Rana was concerned. At the start of Rana Laveau's sophomore year at Carleton University, she met two unforgettable young black men. Jefferson Keen, a newcomer to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, by way of Detroit, Michigan.
The handsome African-American student came to Canada's Capital University to study business administration, and took the African Studies Class as an easy elective, but upon meeting Rana, Jefferson Keen definitely got more than he bargained for. Jefferson Keen had met some freaky women during his heyday in Detroit but he'd never met anyone quite like Rana Laveau. The biracial cutie from Quebec could shame the Devil himself...
Aziz Dibba on the other hand, was a mystery to Rana. An international student from the small West African nation of Gambia, Aziz majored in civil engineering and need a social science or humanities elective, hence his interest in African Studies. While in class, Aziz met a woman who took his breath away. A six-foot-tall, curvy and sexy, caramel-skinned biracial Canadian sister with neatly braided hair and sparkling green eyes. This exotic creature answered to the name of Rana Laveau, temptress supreme.
"Come to me," Rana said, and the young woman leaned back on the couch, and the two young men stepped forward. Rana briefly glanced at the window, and outside, the Ottawa skyline was blanketed with snow. Inside Rana's apartment on Sunnyside, a heartbeat away from the main campus of Carleton University, things were just starting to heat up, and that's the way she liked it. The more intense the better, as far as she was concerned...
"Bossy, I see, I like that," Jefferson said, and he smiled cockily at Rana while stroking his long and thick chocolate stick. Rana's eyes flitted across Jefferson's fine body, checking out his buff chest, washboard abs, muscular arms, fit legs and of course, his big hard dick. The brother was indeed one fine specimen of black masculinity, and he knew it.
