First, thank you for making my submission of Killing Me Softly number one in the IR category for the month of October, it's the third time one of my entries in IR has been number one.
Second, this is another story where two people from different cultures fall in love. It would easily fit in the Romance category, but I felt the cultural differences were significant enough to warrant it being submitted in IR.
Beverly
All my life I've heard people say, "black guys don't like to eat pussy", being a black girl who's dated black guys I know that statement is false. My older sister and some of my married girlfriends talk about their husbands "dining at the Y'. Of the four serious relationships I'd had with black guys only one was willing to do for me what they wanted me to do for them, in other words, oral sex. I had been smart enough to know if they weren't willing to do it for me there was no way in hell I was doing it for them. There were grope and feel sessions for sure, I let one of the three masturbate me after having given him a hand job. He wasn't good at it, nor would he listen to what I told him, I had to finish myself off.
The other two I let feel and play some, but because they were so pushy and demanding after we'd been dating a short while, I wouldn't let them in my panties. Their attitude after that was "fuck you bitch", which suited me fine. Then there was the fourth guy, he was kind, gentle, doted over me, showed preference toward me if we were with others, to put it plainly, he was romantic. Flowers, cards, surprise dates, he was also the only one willing to use his tongue on me. It was him I surrendered my virginity to at the ripe old age of twenty. Most of my friends laughed at me because I was still a virgin, I could give a rat's ass. They were all known as loose, even slutty, one of them was referred to as butter legs behind her back because they spread so easy.
The night I gave myself to Kenneth he made sure I was wound tight as a spring before taking me, lots of kissing and caresses, then came the oral attack. Having never had a man's mouth on my pussy I freaked when I felt his warm breath across the vulva. When I tried to push him away he gently moved my hands to the side and licked from bottom to top, stopping to flick my clit with his stiff tongue. I recall thinking, "oh fuck, I'm his" as that tongue continued to explore. With my hips bucking, one hand grabbing the sheets while the other squeezed and pulled at my tit, I pushed upward into his face and screamed.
My ass was off the bed, he held on for dear life as my body convulsed. I was lying still, attempting to recover as he moved up enough to align his cock with the opening of my vagina. I knew it was gonna hurt and I didn't care. He could have told me an elephant was going to fuck me and I'd have said, "bring it on." To his credit he talked me through the entire process, the second the thick gnarly head of his cut cock began to enter I felt the hymen break and a sharp pain. Being the gentleman he was he stopped and let me relax before going on. By the time we were finished I was sore, but it had begun to feel better.
Over the next two weeks we were going at it every other day, usually late afternoon or early evening and always at my place. I began thinking I'd found mister perfect, and then the other shoe dropped. I was with my older sister leaning on the fence watching my niece play soccer on a Saturday morning, eight-year-olds are a hoot to watch, all the drama. Looking across to the other side my heart stopped, there stood Kenneth with a stunning dark-skinned beauty on his arm and two gorgeous little girls next to him. Scanning the field I saw what I was looking for, a girl with Kenneth's last name on the back of her jersey. That son of a bitch, he'd been cheating on his wife, and I had been an active participant.
When sis saw the look of anger on my face she asked, "What's with you Beverly? You look like you've seen a ghost."
I pointed to the guy and said, "He's the one I gave my cherry, and the fucker is married. He doesn't wear a ring, but that's his wife and those are his kids."
She knew what I meant, she was well aware that I thought I'd found mister wonderful. The truth was, I had, except he belonged to someone else. That was the end of my dating days for a few years. I basically reached a point where I began to question the habits and behavior of my so-called friends. Out with a different guy having unprotected sex every other week or less, no consideration as to disease or reputation. They were all on the pill, as though that was the be all and end all. To some of them reputation meant nothing, to me it still did. I would tell myself that I may not be a virgin when I get married, but I can also say I haven't slept with half of the seventh fleet.
I don't have a Halle Barry complexion or the beauty of my all-time favorite black model, Gabrielle Union, I was no more than an average everyday ordinary woman. Shit, I didn't even have one of those cool names like Brianna, or Beyonce, or Halle, no I was named after my great-grandmother who was an emancipated slave named, Beulah. Through the years I've been able to convince people to call me Bev. What I do have going for me in spades is that somewhere in my ancestry someone had soft hair, instead of mine being tight and frizzy it was softer and more like ringlets. It's not that I didn't have hair issues, but they were nowhere like some of my girlfriends.
Some call me skinny, I prefer petite, I'm five foot seven with hips, waist and a chest to match my slender frame. Since guys seem so obsessed with breast size they tend to overlook me. Though I measure 33 at the bust I can generally make a 32-A cup work if the bra is of higher quality than the two for one sale priced variety. My panties are a size two (or small) just like my dresses, my waist is 26 and my hips 31, so there you have it boys. No legs that go on forever, no juicy ass, (whatever that's supposed to mean, just the thought of juicy and ass together in the same sentence makes my skin crawl). My tummy is flat but mostly because I'm slender in build, I certainly don't spend time at the gym.
I'm 26, making my way through life as a dental hygienist, hoping I'll meet that special someone soon. Another phrase I'd heard most of my life was that white guys have little dicks. I'd never dated a white guy, but I have to admit, there have been plenty I would have liked to. It wasn't about culture or any of that nonsense, I happened to be attracted to white guys. I dated black guys because it was expected of me. I often found myself wondering why white housewives and girlfriends looked so satisfied if the men they slept with had little dicks. Little did I know the little dick myth would be destroyed over the course of the next six months.
My world changed the day a guy came in for a cleaning and I couldn't pronounce his name. When he sat, I asked how to pronounce his name, it was spelled Yngvar, I had no idea how it was supposed to sound and didn't want to embarrass myself. His last name was Matilla, pronouncing that wouldn't be a problem.
He smiled, "It sounds like it looks, ing-var, it's Finnish. I'm originally from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan which has a large Finnish population. My grand dad was adamant about all his grandkids having Scandinavian names. One of my sisters is named Inga, imagine trying to fit into American culture with a name like Inga, or for that matter, Yngvar. What's your name?"
"Please call me Bev."
I found him to be very interesting as well as charming. As I worked on his teeth I commented that I saw no fillings at all. His response surprised me.
"I've never had a cavity, nor has my youngest sister. The other kids have, but not us."
I wanted to know this man better, he wasn't brash or ostentatious. Rather he was soft spoken and humble, which was probably mistaken for weakness by some, something about his average size solid body told me he was anything but a pushover. He wasn't movie star cute, his hair was cut nicely, it was obvious he'd shaven before coming in for a cleaning, he was neither short nor tall, he was average. Following the cleaning we were waiting for the dentist to come in for a quick exam when I got bold.
