Page 374 of S is for SEX

CHRISTY

I shifted gears and sped up the on ramp to merge into traffic. I had placed my own ad on Craigslist, and placed it in the F4MM section. In the body of the ad I stated that I had a kink for names that started with a “C”. Out of the options of people that responded, I had picked these particular guys for their good looks.

From the responses on the ads, it appeared that a girl could have her pick of countless guys if she was willing to do two at once. These guys were roommates and in their late twenties. One was really tall and handsome, and the other was a little shorter and had a cute face. As I sped through traffic, I was pleased with my idea and hoped that it worked out. Time, as they say, would tell.

I looked at the navigation on my phone, and changed lanes to get on the exit ramp. I downshifted and turned right at the stop sign. I had stated in the ad that I wanted guys that were in touch with their feminine side - masculine males would not be as good for this event. I turned right on Trusdale and double checked the address. 648, that’s it. I parked in front of the house and sent an email to Chris. He quickly responded, saying to come to the door. I grabbed my back pack and walked up the walk to the door.

“Christy?” The short one with the cute face asked through the cracked door.

“Who the fuck else would I be, I just emailed you,” I responded, standing on the porch.

He opened the door, and let me step into the house. The home was modest, and in a modest but nicer neighborhood. The inside was impeccable, and extremely well decorated. A precursory glance didn’t produce any roommate.

“Get your room mate out here, so I can make sure you two are legit, or I’m leaving,” I said sternly as I placed my backpack on the floor.

“Damn girl, you got spunk, huh? Chris! Come out here, she’s here,” he screamed toward the rear of the house.

A man with caramel colored skin walked into the main body of the house from the hallway. He stood beside the sofa with his hands on his hips.

“What’s up?” he asked, smiling.

“I’ll tell you what’s up, you’re not the dude in the picture you two sent me,” I responded, shaking my head.

I knew that he was the one in the photo, and I wanted to play this to my advantage.

“Yes I am,” he responded, squinting.

“Uhhmm, no, you’re black, the guy in the picture was white,” I said.

Black and sexy as Lenny Kravitz looking fuck.

“I’m mixed, that picture was me,” Lenny responded.

“We’re all mixed, and the guy in the pic was white,” I said as I picked up my back pack.

“So what, you’re going to leave?” Lenny asked as he walked toward me.

Oh, hell no. I’m not leaving, I’m going to talk you two into fucking me, and then I’m going to talk one of you into a lot more.

“Just stop, seriously. I have had a bad week. I just want to leave,” I responded.

“Wait a minute, you’re telling me you’re gonna leave because I’m black?” Lenny Kravitz asked.

I better play this right or it might backfire on me.

“You have anything to drink?” I muttered sheepishly.

“Sure, what do you want?” Lenny Kravitz asked.

Cute face turned and smiled.

“You have any Captain?” I asked hopefully.

“Morgan? Sure, what do you want? Captain and Coke?” Lenny asked.

“No, pour me a triple, and bring the bottle,” I responded.

Lenny nodded and walked back into the rear of the house. Cute face walked toward the sofa and sat down. I placed my back pack on the floor and walked toward the sofa.

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