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A Forbidden Love in 1950s Virginia: The Untold Story of Mildred and Richard Loving Mildred Jeter had been called “Bean” since she was eight. Unsurprisingly, it was her brothers that started it. The nickname was “String-Bean” (because she was so skinny), then was shortened. It didn’t take long for the name to spread to her parents and the other kids at her school, till even the folks at her church joined in. She spent most of her time, when not in school or at church or putting up with her brothers’ nonsense, with her sister Garnet or enjoying the Virginia countryside. She was shy and never gave her parents much grief; everyone knew she was a good (though slender girl). Her brothers, on the other hand, were always up to something. When Bean was a few years older they turned their family farmhouse into a social hub for all of Central Point when they started playing in a band. Bean never thought that they were that good and she wasn’t really a fan of the hillbilly music but she sat quietly and watched the youths that flocked to her house to relax and hear some music. It wasn’t just kids from her school and church that came. There were also kids from the other school as well. Bean didn’t mind the white kids coming around; everyone just acted the same to her. The athletic guys from either school would rough house and try to impress the pretty girls. The pretty girls would preen and pose and chatter. The musically inclined would join in with Bean’s brothers, usually eclipsing her brothers’ talents. While the hot-rodders of either race sat and listened to the music in between banter about cars. This was the early 1950s and the beginning of the hot-rodding era. Of course the painfully shy Bean would sit and observe but not join in; just whispering occasionally to Garnet about the cast of characters around them. Bean was not able to escape all notice though. One of the boys a few years older than her came there with a black friend who was as fanatical about drag racing as he was. His name was Richard and he took note of Bean as she sat quietly. He kept hanging around. He and his friend bought a car together and when he wasn’t racing it he often spent time at her farmhouse. …the next moment changed everything
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A Forbidden Love in 1950s Virginia: The Untold Story of Mildred and Richard Loving
Mildred Jeter had been called “Bean” since she was eight. Unsurprisingly, it was her brothers that started it. The nickname was “String-Bean” (because she was so skinny), then was shortened. It didn’t take long for the name to spread to her parents and the other kids at her school, till even the folks at her church joined in.
She spent most of her time, when not in school or at church or putting up with her brothers’ nonsense, with her sister Garnet or enjoying the Virginia countryside. She was shy and never gave her parents much grief; everyone knew she was a good (though slender girl).
Her brothers, on the other hand, were always up to something. When Bean was a few years older they turned their family farmhouse into a social hub for all of Central Point when they started playing in a band. Bean never thought that they were that good and she wasn’t really a fan of the hillbilly music but she sat quietly and watched the youths that flocked to her house to relax and hear some music.
It wasn’t just kids from her school and church that came. There were also kids from the other school as well. Bean didn’t mind the white kids coming around; everyone just acted the same to her. The athletic guys from either school would rough house and try to impress the pretty girls. The pretty girls would preen and pose and chatter. The musically inclined would join in with Bean’s brothers, usually eclipsing her brothers’ talents. While the hot-rodders of either race sat and listened to the music in between banter about cars. This was the early 1950s and the beginning of the hot-rodding era.
Of course the painfully shy Bean would sit and observe but not join in; just whispering occasionally to Garnet about the cast of characters around them.
Bean was not able to escape all notice though. One of the boys a few years older than her came there with a black friend who was as fanatical about drag racing as he was. His name was Richard and he took note of Bean as she sat quietly.
He kept hanging around. He and his friend bought a car together and when he wasn’t racing it he often spent time at her farmhouse. He was fairly shy himself and it took him a few visits before he could even say “Hi Bean,” as he entered. He was always presentable, despite his clothes being beat up or oil stained from the car. His blonde hair was always in a short crew cut and he was always polite to everyone in her family.
Things stayed about the same for quite a while. Richard visited now and then. When he left school and started working as a bricklayer, he and his friend used their car to pick her and her brothers from school on occasion.
Richard also brought them out to his races. The first few times she went was with her brothers and Garnet. Her brothers dispersed to socialize while Garnet and Bean went around looking at the cars. Bean was mesmerized by the smell of the fuel and the rubber. Every race she was more excited than any other her siblings. Loyally rooting for Richard during his race and cheering loudest when he won. Her brothers and sister lost interest in the outings after two or three races but Bean never did, and Richard never minded bringing her along.
It actually came as quite a shock to her the first time she thought of him differently. She was daydreaming in school when he simply popped into her head; accompanied by a fluttering feeling. She shook herself from her reverie and blushing went back to work. However after that he popped up in her dreams and fantasies more and more.
She’d been out with him dozens of times to a store or home from school or races but when he asked her to join him on a picnic a few weeks before her seventeenth birthday things just felt different.
Richard drove her out towards Sparta and they sat near a pond, they both were always enamored by the Virginia countryside. She’d brought sandwiches and he had bought a pair of sodas. They started before noon, and even though both of them were always really shy they ended up talking to each other till after the sun set. Late enough that Bean got in trouble with her mother, but that day was worth it.
A few months later and after a few more outings together they were laying in a field on another picnic (picnics are cheap and in the south in the 50s; that was pretty important). When Bean asked, “Richard, why don’t you ever call me by my real name?”
“You don’t strike me as a Mildred. There are old ladies in my church that are Mildreds. You’re my little String-Bean.” With that pronouncement he jabbed his fingers in her ticklish ribs, causing her to squirm and giggle. He continued his assault, repeating “You’re my little Bean,” as she flailed. Until she finally was able to grab his face, he was distracted and looked into her eyes. She looked into his trying to catch her breath before she closed the inches between them and pressed her lips to his.
Her heart didn’t stop racing and she certainly didn’t catch her breath especially when he pulled her body close to his. There wasn’t anything lascivious in this (at least not consciously), he was simply trying to angle himself so his lips would remain in contact with hers, but his body pushed against hers and the friction caused them both to flush with excitement.
They broke apart far too soon for their liking but stared into each other’s eyes for many more minutes. She leaned in and kissed him, resuming in a calmer way, the passion cooled temporarily; then it was time for them to return home.
From that moment on her dreams were filled with memories of that moment and expectations of the next encounters.
They went out more and more all over Caroline County; at least the places where they could not get in trouble for being together. Richard loved the driving and they both loved the countryside. Most of all they both craved each other’s company.
Bean’s eighteenth birthday was coming up. It was the middle of summer and she told Richard that what she wanted for the day was another nice picnic; and to make sure it was somewhere in a secluded place.
On the eve of her birthday she spent the night dressing and redressing trying to find the right outfit for the occasion out of her limited wardrobe. She finally decided on a smart navy dress she thought she looked quite good in. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was no longer the string-bean she was as a child. She was still slender but her chest had blossomed somewhat and grown curves at her waist and hips, her raven hair was shorter than most girls but tidy. Her warm caramel skin was unblemished and her dark eyes glinted with determination. She was an elegant young lady and by the time her birthday was over she would be fully a woman.
Bean started her birthday with her family of course. Richard came by in the morning and joined the Jeters in an early lunch, and then the couple drove off.
When they arrived Richard parked and they walked to a little meadow in the trees. They found a comfortable spot and laid out the blankets. They sat quietly and enjoyed the scenery and each other’s company; or maybe they were silently assessing the palpable tension in the air.
Finally they relaxed enough to chat, and finally Richard gently touched Bean’s chin turning her face to his to begin an endless kiss. The tension that was still surrounding them soon broke into passion and lust.
Bean maneuvered Richard so he sat and climbed onto his lap. She kissed him more, their tongues intertwined and she pressed her body to his. They had only rarely tongue kissed before but today nothing else would do. Her breasts smashed against his chest and her hips ground on his.
Richard’s hands came up to grip her rear pulling her closer to him. This pressed the crotch and the fabric of her skirt against his hard khaki-clad erection. His hands cupped her bottom so lovingly yet greedily that she could tell that it must’ve been something he had wanted to do for quite a while. She could have pondered his infatuation with her ass if the sensations from her own sex didn’t make such reflections impossible.
She squirmed against him, knowing that only a few layers of cloth separated them. His cock nestled between her pussy lips even if a dress, pants, and two pairs of underwear were in the way.
He tried pulling her even closer, his hands each grasping an ass cheek; they were already as close as possible so the motion simply caused them to rock against each other. The friction made him moan while her crotch dry humped into his. Richard’s moan was answered by one of her own as her passion increased.
Bean separated her lips from his and their eyes locked her brown piercing his crystal blue. Her hands reached behind her back to unbutton the dress. The front fell away revealing her brassiere and the tops of her breasts. Then as the last button was undone the dress fell to her waist. She gripped it and lifted it over her head, then tossed it to the side. She looked down at his stunned look and leaned in to kiss him again. Her hands now went to the buttons of his white dress shirt. She got halfway down his chest before his hands stopped her. She leaned back to look at his now earnest face.
“Are you sure?”
Bean nodded just as earnestly
“You don’t mind me being more than five years older than you?”
She shook her head “My Pa’s more than fifteen years older than my Mom.”
“You don’t mind that I’m white and you’re colored either.”
“We aren’t the same, but I’m partly of the Rappahanock tribe and part Negro. So two that weren’t the same got together to make me.”
She set her hands back to the buttons and continued opening his shirt.
He didn’t interrupt the task this time; instead he pulled her head down so their lips met again. This hampered her progress but she soon had his shirt fully unbuttoned. She had gotten the top button of his trousers undone, when her courage faltered. Richard slowly pulled his lips away from hers.
“It’s fine if you aren’t ready.”
“I am ready,” she sounded defiant but couldn’t meet his eyes.
“I’m not going to rush you.”
“You don’t have to. I’m ready.”
He let the undone dress shirt slide off his shoulders to the ground. Then said “okay.” and stood, helping her up as well. He shucked off his pants and stood before her in his shorts. His arms opened and she walked into the embrace. Their arms wrapped around each other and their bodies pressed together. Standing he was a bit taller than her. The crotch of his under shorts pushed against her naval while her own underwear rested against his thigh. The heat of their skin dissolved Bean’s nervousness.
She leaned away from him and looked up into his clear blue eyes again. Her hands went behind her back to unclasp her bra laying her chest bare to his eyes. She took one of his hands and brought it from her waist to her breast. The rough skin teased her body till the warm palm rested over her nipple. A very pleasant shudder ran through her and she enjoyed a few more moments kissing him. She let her mouth open and let her tongue emerge to taste his lips. His tongue joined and teased hers.
Richard’s hand that was still at her waist fell down to cup her ass again and he pulled her hard against him. His prick (she’d never used words like that before though had heard them often enough) was at it’s hardest and she could feel moisture from the top where it strained through his shorts. She took a deep breath and moved her hand down to grasp the tool. It felt large but still friendly; it wasn’t frightening to her at all now that she held it. Richard’s reaction was gratifying he stroked into Bean’s hand, letting out a growl of pleasure.
She moved her hand along his shaft a few times, found the buttons at the front of his shorts and managed to slip a few fingers to grip him without any cloth barrier. Richard, at the same time, reciprocated; simultaneously sliding his thumb and fingers at her breast so that he could gently roll her nipple, while the hand at her butt slid lower so his fingertips began massaging her never before touched pussy.
Well, never consciously touched at any rate. Sharing a room with her sister left very little private time in the small farmhouse. Though over the last year of becoming more passionate with Richard had caused Bean to wake up many mornings from a lovely dream with her hand in her panties and her fingers coated in her fluids.
However Richard’s fingers made her knees go weak. The angle was awkward for him but his probing of her rapidly dampening opening made her moan to match his.
The dueling moans made her giggle, and made him give a chuckle as well. They broke apart for a moment to smile and gaze into their eyes, before a few more brief kisses.
“I think we should probably lie down again.” Richard suggested.
Bean nodded, “but take your shorts off first,” She stated bravely. She pushed her own panties over her hips and let them fall to the ground. He complied his eyes darting from the black hairs covering her mound, to her eyes that seemed locked on his newly revealed member.
They lay down with Bean above Richard and resumed kissing. Their tongues danced and their hands began wandering again. Bean gripped Richard’s cock in her hand and slowly pumped it up and down revealing the head from its sheath, while her other hand stroked his chest. One of Richard’s hands came down from cupping Bean’s face to rest on her breast gently pulling her nipple; his other hand ascended her thigh to cup her sex.
His fingers now in a less restricted position combed through her thin bush to slide along the underlying pussy-lips. The fingertips spread her gently open and his rough hands rasped against her hood. Any other time (or for anyone else) it might have been unpleasant but for her it was lovely enough to make her see stars.
They lay entwined caressing each other’s most intimate areas, and the need for each other built up. Richard’s fingertips lubricated with her own juices began to slip into her. His other hand increased the tempo of fondling her nipples, pinching and twisting. This was the result of Richard’s member slowly but forcefully stroked by Bean’s hand. Their kisses became erratic until their mouths broke apart to pant and moan against each other’s ear, occasionally nibbling or sucking the lobe.
Bean finally whimpered “I need you, Richard.”
Richard moaned that he too needed her and rolled her onto her back. He looked down her body, admiring her as he caught his breath. She looked up at him and spread her legs in invitation. He settled between them leaned down to kiss her. His cock slid through her little thatch and nestled in her furrow.
Straightening up he whispered “Are you ready?”
She nodded and did the honors of reaching down and positioning the head of his prick at her opening. He slowly pushed in. They felt the head slide in before the shaft followed. He thrust shallowly till he hit her hymen. A quick look to her and she gave him a nod to proceed. They braced and he plunged sweeping away the girl she once was.
Moments later the tears cleared from her eyes and she looked up at him immobile and looking concerned. She felt very full and though she wasn’t used to it yet, she enjoyed that fullness.
“I’m alright, just go slowly.”
He slid out a little then pushed back, out a bit more then in, slowly. She reached up and pulled his head down to hers. The more they kissed the more the pace quickened. Bean began to feel more heat rushing to her crotch and small spasms erupted in her abdomen.
It’d be wonderful to say that Richard brought her to orgasm, then and there on her first time but he was so worked up by her hand earlier and the newly opened orifice; that by the time the first good feelings were running over her sex, his fuse had ran out.
He pulled out, barely, and coated her lightly furred crotch with semen. The feeling was very erotic to her and she kissed him even more deeply as he tried to catch his breath. When he did she directed his hand to her pussy again and he worked to bring her to her first orgasm. He pulled his mouth away from hers and dipped his head to her dark nickel-sized nipples. His tongue teased and his lips sucked at the stiff nubs, while his slippery fingers caressed her clitoris.
Minutes later, when his teeth gently nibbled her breast and his stroking fingers massaged her clit, she came; groaning and collapsing, smiling from ear to ear.
They lay there kissing gently and continued exploring each other’s bodies. Soon Richard recovered and once more became erect. Bean lay him down on his back and climbed on top of him. She lowered herself onto his cock and slowly began to ride him. Richard took advantage of this position to cup and squeeze her ass as it rose and fell. Bean smiled at that, knowing that her rear must be his favorite part on her body, though soon she moved one of his hands to the front so that he would rub her clit as they made love.
This time, they both orgasmed. Richard’s fingers drove Bean over the edge and her contractions squeezed his cock till he again desperately pulled out shooting a puddle of cum on his own belly.
The afternoon grew to evening and they dressed; after cleaning the best they could, and they returned to Richard’ car.
When they arrived back at Bean’s home she openly kissed Richard not caring whether her parents saw and went inside. She didn’t even confess the details of the date to Garnet until a few days later.
Most of Bean and Richard’s dates after this weren’t screwing dates. Many of them were still at Richard’s drag races or driving around picnicking in picturesque places in the Virginia countryside. A few times a month their passion would consume them and they’d make love again.
One these times, Bean returned home with more than she expected.
A month later on a date where she’d been more quiet than usual she turned to him.
“I’m pregnant Richard.”
The silence hung in the air and she couldn’t look at his face.
“Do you love me?” he asked her
She met his eyes and nodded.
“Well Ms. Jeter I love you too.”
Silence hung briefly again till he asked, “Will you marry me?”
She nodded again, tears appearing in her eyes.
“You’ll be Mrs. Loving then?” He asked.
“Yes, Richard Loving I will.”
--End--
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I had this next section about the real Richard and Mildred Loving and many of the readers didn’t care for it. I’m keeping it in anyway no need to read it if you don’t want to.
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You may or may not know who Mildred and Richard Loving were in historical terms.
Mildred and Richard Loving were married on June 2, 1958 in Washington D.C. where there weren’t anti-miscegenation laws. They went with Bean’s Father and one of her brothers as witnesses and returned to Central Point, Virginia. Virginia however not only had laws not allowing interracial marriage but also (unbeknownst to the Lovings) had made it a criminal offense to try to evade the laws by being married elsewhere.
On June 11, the entirety of Caroline County’s police force, three officers, entered the Jeter residence where the couple were living temporarily attempting to catch them in coitus adding further to the charges. When the couple who were asleep pointed to the framed marriage certificate, the officers simply said “That’s no good here,” and placed the couple under arrest. They were charged with unlawful cohabitation: a white man and a colored woman.
In January of the following year they were each sentenced to one year in prison, with the sentence suspended if they agreed to leave the state of Virginia for 25 years.
They lived in Washington D.C. but they were not fans of city living. They were country folk and were distressed that their children didn’t get to see the home they loved. The likely final straw came when their son was hit by a car in the congested city.
Mildred, desperate, wrote to Robert Kennedy (the Attorney General) for assistance. His office directed her to the American Civil Liberties Union who worked to have their ruling overturned; eventually succeeding on June 12, 1967. Loving v. Virginia became a seminal civil rights case where the Supreme Court unanimously ruled that anti-miscegenation laws were unconstitutional, ending race based marriage restrictions in the U.S., 10 days after the Lovings ninth anniversary.
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The Lovings were very private folks. They were never ones to relish the spotlight. In photos that the press took after the court’s decision its clear that all they wanted was to be left alone. Their “interview” was brief and unenlightening, meaning so many facts about them are murky.
This story besides the scant facts that are known was made up out of whole cloth. The details of the beginnings of their relationship are fabrications.
The real Lovings moved back to Central Point and were harassed by Racist groups. A cross was burned in front of he Jeter’s farmhouse and then their home not much later.
When the couple was married just over 14 years (1975) a drunk driver crashed into their car killing Richard, blinding Bean in one eye and injuring her sister.
The community that had shunned Mildred Loving before didn’t do so this time, Caroline County redeemed itself (in my eyes anyway) by consoling the widow after her loss.
Richard was buried in a mostly African American cemetery. Mildred herself died in 2008.
Mildred always downplayed her role in the civil rights era, saying she just wanted to go back to her home with her husband.
She spent most of her time, when not in school or at church or putting up with her brothers’ nonsense, with her sister Garnet or enjoying the Virginia countryside. She was shy and never gave her parents much grief; everyone knew she was a good (though slender girl).
Her brothers, on the other hand, were always up to something. When Bean was a few years older they turned their family farmhouse into a social hub for all of Central Point when they started playing in a band. Bean never thought that they were that good and she wasn’t really a fan of the hillbilly music but she sat quietly and watched the youths that flocked to her house to relax and hear some music.
It wasn’t just kids from her school and church that came. There were also kids from the other school as well. Bean didn’t mind the white kids coming around; everyone just acted the same to her. The athletic guys from either school would rough house and try to impress the pretty girls. The pretty girls would preen and pose and chatter. The musically inclined would join in with Bean’s brothers, usually eclipsing her brothers’ talents. While the hot-rodders of either race sat and listened to the music in between banter about cars. This was the early 1950s and the beginning of the hot-rodding era.
Of course the painfully shy Bean would sit and observe but not join in; just whispering occasionally to Garnet about the cast of characters around them.
Bean was not able to escape all notice though. One of the boys a few years older than her came there with a black friend who was as fanatical about drag racing as he was. His name was Richard and he took note of Bean as she sat quietly.
He kept hanging around. He and his friend bought a car together and when he wasn’t racing it he often spent time at her farmhouse. He was fairly shy himself and it took him a few visits before he could even say “Hi Bean,” as he entered. He was always presentable, despite his clothes being beat up or oil stained from the car. His blonde hair was always in a short crew cut and he was always polite to everyone in her family.
Things stayed about the same for quite a while. Richard visited now and then. When he left school and started working as a bricklayer, he and his friend used their car to pick her and her brothers from school on occasion.
Richard also brought them out to his races. The first few times she went was with her brothers and Garnet. Her brothers dispersed to socialize while Garnet and Bean went around looking at the cars. Bean was mesmerized by the smell of the fuel and the rubber. Every race she was more excited than any other her siblings. Loyally rooting for Richard during his race and cheering loudest when he won. Her brothers and sister lost interest in the outings after two or three races but Bean never did, and Richard never minded bringing her along.
It actually came as quite a shock to her the first time she thought of him differently. She was daydreaming in school when he simply popped into her head; accompanied by a fluttering feeling. She shook herself from her reverie and blushing went back to work. However after that he popped up in her dreams and fantasies more and more.
She’d been out with him dozens of times to a store or home from school or races but when he asked her to join him on a picnic a few weeks before her seventeenth birthday things just felt different.
Richard drove her out towards Sparta and they sat near a pond, they both were always enamored by the Virginia countryside. She’d brought sandwiches and he had bought a pair of sodas. They started before noon, and even though both of them were always really shy they ended up talking to each other till after the sun set. Late enough that Bean got in trouble with her mother, but that day was worth it.
A few months later and after a few more outings together they were laying in a field on another picnic (picnics are cheap and in the south in the 50s; that was pretty important). When Bean asked, “Richard, why don’t you ever call me by my real name?”
“You don’t strike me as a Mildred. There are old ladies in my church that are Mildreds. You’re my little String-Bean.” With that pronouncement he jabbed his fingers in her ticklish ribs, causing her to squirm and giggle. He continued his assault, repeating “You’re my little Bean,” as she flailed. Until she finally was able to grab his face, he was distracted and looked into her eyes. She looked into his trying to catch her breath before she closed the inches between them and pressed her lips to his.
Her heart didn’t stop racing and she certainly didn’t catch her breath especially when he pulled her body close to his. There wasn’t anything lascivious in this (at least not consciously), he was simply trying to angle himself so his lips would remain in contact with hers, but his body pushed against hers and the friction caused them both to flush with excitement.
They broke apart far too soon for their liking but stared into each other’s eyes for many more minutes. She leaned in and kissed him, resuming in a calmer way, the passion cooled temporarily; then it was time for them to return home.
From that moment on her dreams were filled with memories of that moment and expectations of the next encounters.
They went out more and more all over Caroline County; at least the places where they could not get in trouble for being together. Richard loved the driving and they both loved the countryside. Most of all they both craved each other’s company.
Bean’s eighteenth birthday was coming up. It was the middle of summer and she told Richard that what she wanted for the day was another nice picnic; and to make sure it was somewhere in a secluded place.
On the eve of her birthday she spent the night dressing and redressing trying to find the right outfit for the occasion out of her limited wardrobe. She finally decided on a smart navy dress she thought she looked quite good in. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was no longer the string-bean she was as a child. She was still slender but her chest had blossomed somewhat and grown curves at her waist and hips, her raven hair was shorter than most girls but tidy. Her warm caramel skin was unblemished and her dark eyes glinted with determination. She was an elegant young lady and by the time her birthday was over she would be fully a woman.
Bean started her birthday with her family of course. Richard came by in the morning and joined the Jeters in an early lunch, and then the couple drove off.
When they arrived Richard parked and they walked to a little meadow in the trees. They found a comfortable spot and laid out the blankets. They sat quietly and enjoyed the scenery and each other’s company; or maybe they were silently assessing the palpable tension in the air.
Finally they relaxed enough to chat, and finally Richard gently touched Bean’s chin turning her face to his to begin an endless kiss. The tension that was still surrounding them soon broke into passion and lust.
Bean maneuvered Richard so he sat and climbed onto his lap. She kissed him more, their tongues intertwined and she pressed her body to his. They had only rarely tongue kissed before but today nothing else would do. Her breasts smashed against his chest and her hips ground on his.
Richard’s hands came up to grip her rear pulling her closer to him. This pressed the crotch and the fabric of her skirt against his hard khaki-clad erection. His hands cupped her bottom so lovingly yet greedily that she could tell that it must’ve been something he had wanted to do for quite a while. She could have pondered his infatuation with her ass if the sensations from her own sex didn’t make such reflections impossible.
She squirmed against him, knowing that only a few layers of cloth separated them. His cock nestled between her pussy lips even if a dress, pants, and two pairs of underwear were in the way.
He tried pulling her even closer, his hands each grasping an ass cheek; they were already as close as possible so the motion simply caused them to rock against each other. The friction made him moan while her crotch dry humped into his. Richard’s moan was answered by one of her own as her passion increased.
Bean separated her lips from his and their eyes locked her brown piercing his crystal blue. Her hands reached behind her back to unbutton the dress. The front fell away revealing her brassiere and the tops of her breasts. Then as the last button was undone the dress fell to her waist. She gripped it and lifted it over her head, then tossed it to the side. She looked down at his stunned look and leaned in to kiss him again. Her hands now went to the buttons of his white dress shirt. She got halfway down his chest before his hands stopped her. She leaned back to look at his now earnest face.
“Are you sure?”
Bean nodded just as earnestly
“You don’t mind me being more than five years older than you?”
She shook her head “My Pa’s more than fifteen years older than my Mom.”
“You don’t mind that I’m white and you’re colored either.”
“We aren’t the same, but I’m partly of the Rappahanock tribe and part Negro. So two that weren’t the same got together to make me.”
She set her hands back to the buttons and continued opening his shirt.
He didn’t interrupt the task this time; instead he pulled her head down so their lips met again. This hampered her progress but she soon had his shirt fully unbuttoned. She had gotten the top button of his trousers undone, when her courage faltered. Richard slowly pulled his lips away from hers.
“It’s fine if you aren’t ready.”
“I am ready,” she sounded defiant but couldn’t meet his eyes.
“I’m not going to rush you.”
“You don’t have to. I’m ready.”
He let the undone dress shirt slide off his shoulders to the ground. Then said “okay.” and stood, helping her up as well. He shucked off his pants and stood before her in his shorts. His arms opened and she walked into the embrace. Their arms wrapped around each other and their bodies pressed together. Standing he was a bit taller than her. The crotch of his under shorts pushed against her naval while her own underwear rested against his thigh. The heat of their skin dissolved Bean’s nervousness.
She leaned away from him and looked up into his clear blue eyes again. Her hands went behind her back to unclasp her bra laying her chest bare to his eyes. She took one of his hands and brought it from her waist to her breast. The rough skin teased her body till the warm palm rested over her nipple. A very pleasant shudder ran through her and she enjoyed a few more moments kissing him. She let her mouth open and let her tongue emerge to taste his lips. His tongue joined and teased hers.
Richard’s hand that was still at her waist fell down to cup her ass again and he pulled her hard against him. His prick (she’d never used words like that before though had heard them often enough) was at it’s hardest and she could feel moisture from the top where it strained through his shorts. She took a deep breath and moved her hand down to grasp the tool. It felt large but still friendly; it wasn’t frightening to her at all now that she held it. Richard’s reaction was gratifying he stroked into Bean’s hand, letting out a growl of pleasure.
She moved her hand along his shaft a few times, found the buttons at the front of his shorts and managed to slip a few fingers to grip him without any cloth barrier. Richard, at the same time, reciprocated; simultaneously sliding his thumb and fingers at her breast so that he could gently roll her nipple, while the hand at her butt slid lower so his fingertips began massaging her never before touched pussy.
Well, never consciously touched at any rate. Sharing a room with her sister left very little private time in the small farmhouse. Though over the last year of becoming more passionate with Richard had caused Bean to wake up many mornings from a lovely dream with her hand in her panties and her fingers coated in her fluids.
However Richard’s fingers made her knees go weak. The angle was awkward for him but his probing of her rapidly dampening opening made her moan to match his.
The dueling moans made her giggle, and made him give a chuckle as well. They broke apart for a moment to smile and gaze into their eyes, before a few more brief kisses.
“I think we should probably lie down again.” Richard suggested.
Bean nodded, “but take your shorts off first,” She stated bravely. She pushed her own panties over her hips and let them fall to the ground. He complied his eyes darting from the black hairs covering her mound, to her eyes that seemed locked on his newly revealed member.
They lay down with Bean above Richard and resumed kissing. Their tongues danced and their hands began wandering again. Bean gripped Richard’s cock in her hand and slowly pumped it up and down revealing the head from its sheath, while her other hand stroked his chest. One of Richard’s hands came down from cupping Bean’s face to rest on her breast gently pulling her nipple; his other hand ascended her thigh to cup her sex.
His fingers now in a less restricted position combed through her thin bush to slide along the underlying pussy-lips. The fingertips spread her gently open and his rough hands rasped against her hood. Any other time (or for anyone else) it might have been unpleasant but for her it was lovely enough to make her see stars.
They lay entwined caressing each other’s most intimate areas, and the need for each other built up. Richard’s fingertips lubricated with her own juices began to slip into her. His other hand increased the tempo of fondling her nipples, pinching and twisting. This was the result of Richard’s member slowly but forcefully stroked by Bean’s hand. Their kisses became erratic until their mouths broke apart to pant and moan against each other’s ear, occasionally nibbling or sucking the lobe.
Bean finally whimpered “I need you, Richard.”
Richard moaned that he too needed her and rolled her onto her back. He looked down her body, admiring her as he caught his breath. She looked up at him and spread her legs in invitation. He settled between them leaned down to kiss her. His cock slid through her little thatch and nestled in her furrow.
Straightening up he whispered “Are you ready?”
She nodded and did the honors of reaching down and positioning the head of his prick at her opening. He slowly pushed in. They felt the head slide in before the shaft followed. He thrust shallowly till he hit her hymen. A quick look to her and she gave him a nod to proceed. They braced and he plunged sweeping away the girl she once was.
Moments later the tears cleared from her eyes and she looked up at him immobile and looking concerned. She felt very full and though she wasn’t used to it yet, she enjoyed that fullness.
“I’m alright, just go slowly.”
He slid out a little then pushed back, out a bit more then in, slowly. She reached up and pulled his head down to hers. The more they kissed the more the pace quickened. Bean began to feel more heat rushing to her crotch and small spasms erupted in her abdomen.
It’d be wonderful to say that Richard brought her to orgasm, then and there on her first time but he was so worked up by her hand earlier and the newly opened orifice; that by the time the first good feelings were running over her sex, his fuse had ran out.
He pulled out, barely, and coated her lightly furred crotch with semen. The feeling was very erotic to her and she kissed him even more deeply as he tried to catch his breath. When he did she directed his hand to her pussy again and he worked to bring her to her first orgasm. He pulled his mouth away from hers and dipped his head to her dark nickel-sized nipples. His tongue teased and his lips sucked at the stiff nubs, while his slippery fingers caressed her clitoris.
Minutes later, when his teeth gently nibbled her breast and his stroking fingers massaged her clit, she came; groaning and collapsing, smiling from ear to ear.
They lay there kissing gently and continued exploring each other’s bodies. Soon Richard recovered and once more became erect. Bean lay him down on his back and climbed on top of him. She lowered herself onto his cock and slowly began to ride him. Richard took advantage of this position to cup and squeeze her ass as it rose and fell. Bean smiled at that, knowing that her rear must be his favorite part on her body, though soon she moved one of his hands to the front so that he would rub her clit as they made love.
This time, they both orgasmed. Richard’s fingers drove Bean over the edge and her contractions squeezed his cock till he again desperately pulled out shooting a puddle of cum on his own belly.
The afternoon grew to evening and they dressed; after cleaning the best they could, and they returned to Richard’ car.
When they arrived back at Bean’s home she openly kissed Richard not caring whether her parents saw and went inside. She didn’t even confess the details of the date to Garnet until a few days later.
Most of Bean and Richard’s dates after this weren’t screwing dates. Many of them were still at Richard’s drag races or driving around picnicking in picturesque places in the Virginia countryside. A few times a month their passion would consume them and they’d make love again.
One these times, Bean returned home with more than she expected.
A month later on a date where she’d been more quiet than usual she turned to him.
“I’m pregnant Richard.”
The silence hung in the air and she couldn’t look at his face.
“Do you love me?” he asked her
She met his eyes and nodded.
“Well Ms. Jeter I love you too.”
Silence hung briefly again till he asked, “Will you marry me?”
She nodded again, tears appearing in her eyes.
“You’ll be Mrs. Loving then?” He asked.
“Yes, Richard Loving I will.”
--End--
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I had this next section about the real Richard and Mildred Loving and many of the readers didn’t care for it. I’m keeping it in anyway no need to read it if you don’t want to.
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You may or may not know who Mildred and Richard Loving were in historical terms.
Mildred and Richard Loving were married on June 2, 1958 in Washington D.C. where there weren’t anti-miscegenation laws. They went with Bean’s Father and one of her brothers as witnesses and returned to Central Point, Virginia. Virginia however not only had laws not allowing interracial marriage but also (unbeknownst to the Lovings) had made it a criminal offense to try to evade the laws by being married elsewhere.
On June 11, the entirety of Caroline County’s police force, three officers, entered the Jeter residence where the couple were living temporarily attempting to catch them in coitus adding further to the charges. When the couple who were asleep pointed to the framed marriage certificate, the officers simply said “That’s no good here,” and placed the couple under arrest. They were charged with unlawful cohabitation: a white man and a colored woman.
In January of the following year they were each sentenced to one year in prison, with the sentence suspended if they agreed to leave the state of Virginia for 25 years.
They lived in Washington D.C. but they were not fans of city living. They were country folk and were distressed that their children didn’t get to see the home they loved. The likely final straw came when their son was hit by a car in the congested city.
Mildred, desperate, wrote to Robert Kennedy (the Attorney General) for assistance. His office directed her to the American Civil Liberties Union who worked to have their ruling overturned; eventually succeeding on June 12, 1967. Loving v. Virginia became a seminal civil rights case where the Supreme Court unanimously ruled that anti-miscegenation laws were unconstitutional, ending race based marriage restrictions in the U.S., 10 days after the Lovings ninth anniversary.
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The Lovings were very private folks. They were never ones to relish the spotlight. In photos that the press took after the court’s decision its clear that all they wanted was to be left alone. Their “interview” was brief and unenlightening, meaning so many facts about them are murky.
This story besides the scant facts that are known was made up out of whole cloth. The details of the beginnings of their relationship are fabrications.
The real Lovings moved back to Central Point and were harassed by Racist groups. A cross was burned in front of he Jeter’s farmhouse and then their home not much later.
When the couple was married just over 14 years (1975) a drunk driver crashed into their car killing Richard, blinding Bean in one eye and injuring her sister.
The community that had shunned Mildred Loving before didn’t do so this time, Caroline County redeemed itself (in my eyes anyway) by consoling the widow after her loss.
Richard was buried in a mostly African American cemetery. Mildred herself died in 2008.
Mildred always downplayed her role in the civil rights era, saying she just wanted to go back to her home with her husband.
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