To think Max was reluctant to even think about trying this. The first time I brought up the subject, Max shot me an amused look and told me that he wasn't a fruitcake. I shrugged and pretended I was joking, all the while imagining all the positions I could get his sexy ass into. And he does have a sexy ass. Maximilien Augustin stands five feet eleven inches tall, somewhat chubby, with dark brown skin and a round, roughly handsome face. He doesn't think of himself as beautiful but to me, he's really hot. I like chubby, dark-skinned guys with pearly White teeth. He's only the second Black guy I've dated, by the way. Before Max and his American-born immediate predecessor, I was solely into White guys.
Why did I switch? After all, I'd been dating White guys since high school. I attend a mostly White school in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, where I grew up. A White guy took me to the prom. I even lost my virginity to a White guy. Why am I into Black guys all of a sudden? Well, a certain Jewish guy named Matthew Rosenthal's failure to stand up to his racist mother Beatrice on behalf of me, his darling girlfriend, utterly convinced me to switch teams. Black guys have their faults but White guys are too damn cold for this sister. They never stand up for their minority girlfriends when bigoted White women get in the way. I guess they fear burning their bridges because they don't plan on sticking with us for too long. To me, that was a sign from above. Matthew and I simply weren't meant to be. It's bye for White guys. Yeah, I said it. The name is Stephanie Wadsworth, in case you're wondering who this is.
To look at Max and I, you would never think we were an item. He's shorter than me by two inches. I'm six-foot-one. Also, I have light brown skin, short Black hair and pale green eyes. From my mother I inherited my height, curvy body and big round booty. Mom is six feet tall, and my pops is only five-foot-eight. My father Liam Wadsworth is Caucasian, of Irish and British descent. He's a cab driver from the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. My mother Marguerite Jean-Jacques is Black, of Haitian descent. She's from Cap-Haitien, on the Northern shore of the Republic of Haiti. They met in Canada's capital region in the early 1980s, got married, had me and subsequently divorced. Nowadays my mother lives with Sebastien Charles, a stocky Black guy from Guadeloupe. They met at the hospital where mom works as a nurse. As for my father Liam, he's currently dating this Chinese lady named Ming or Ping or something. Sorry, I can't remember her name because we only met once and from the way she looked at my mother and me, I could tell she didn't like Black people. That's okay by me because I didn't like her short, skinny ass either.
For as long as I can remember, I've always believed in pushing the envelope. I was the first gal to play football at Saint Augustine Academy in the South End of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. I wasn't some damn kicker either. I was a tight end. I'm tall and quick on my feet. I think I could have made quarterback if they'd let me. How awesome would that be? The only female player on the football team gets to be the damn quarterback. Chauvinists and traditionalists would be pissed. Feminists would shout to the mountain tops. Nah, I loved playing the tight end position. I played all four years in high school. I gave some serious thought to trying out for the University of Ottawa's varsity football team but I didn't quite make it. You see, I got injured during the summer after high school. The doctor told me that while I wouldn't limp, if I took another major hit in that region of my spine, I'd be wheelchair-bound for the rest of my days. I love football but not enough to throw my life away. I guess my varsity football days are over, eh?
At the University of Ottawa, I focused on my studies in civil engineering. Life was good until I met Matthew Rosenthal. Tall, lean, blond-haired and blue-eyed. Exactly the way I liked my White guys. A nice Jewish lad from the City of Calgary, Alberta. And he was okay in bed, too. Had a good-sized dick and knew what to do with it. Too bad he lacked a spine when it came to confronting his overbearing mother Beatrice, who really doesn't like the chocolate people of the world. And that included caramel-skinned biracial cuties like myself. I told Matthew adios. If there is one thing I can't stand, it's dumb guys with no spine. Also, I dislike racists. I've met a lot of racist White people in my day. My paternal grandparents, Henry and Louisa Wadsworth, disowned my father Liam after he married my mother, a Haitian woman and sired me.
