Prestwood - Clara's Story Pt. 02

Author's Note: All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All comments and feedback are welcomed.

HF

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Clara squinted as she made her way downstairs, the sunlight streaming in through the windows above the stairs seemed too bright, too harsh, especially for her tired eyes that had only had a few hours of sleep. And restless sleep it was. The events of the night before continued to replay in her mind as she gingerly made her way towards the kitchen. The bar, Jayden, the beach, the sex. Oh, God... the unprotected sex on the beach.

In the cold light of day, she knew she had made some bad decisions -- this wasn't her, who she normally was, or was it her true self? She couldn't deny the pleasure she'd enjoyed at the end of the young Black man's cock as he'd plundered her pussy on the Las Palmas beach. It had been incredible, mind-blowing even, but now the young English woman realised she needed to pay the price for her indiscretion. She could almost feel Jayden's seed still inside her, almost imagine his microscopic sperm burrowing into her womb, every one of them with the single-minded mission to fertilise her White egg with his Black DNA.

She knew she would have to face up to the consequences of the night before -- a holiday fling that had gotten out of control. Or had it? He'd given her plenty of opportunities to leave, to get up, to walk away. But she hadn't -- it was as if the taboo allure of having sex with a Black man had been too much to resist.

She shook her head. Normal Clara didn't do things like that? Normal Clara, the respectable young woman, the nanny for the Lancasters, the diligent university student, didn't do things like that, didn't fuck a stranger on a Spanish beach, a young Black Englishman she'd only met hours earlier -- but she had. She had done it all and wanted more.

What have I done?

The thought echoed in her mind as she approached the kitchen. There was no hiding this, she knew she would have to face her friends, aware that they would have realised that she had disappeared from the bar the night before, Jayden following her soon after. She wondered if they realised what she had done, how he'd fucked her on the beach under the moonlight, in full view of any passersby. Clara swallowed nervously -- I'm going to have to face this...

The scent of fresh coffee and fried eggs wafted through the villa, mingling with the sound of laughter from her friends as she opened the door to the kitchen. The girls were already gathered around the kitchen table, their voices light and teasing. They all turned to looked at Clara's dishevelled appearance, her normally pale skin even more sallow, her brown hair tied back in a simple, messy bun.

"There she is!" Ellie grinned, flicking her dirty-blonde hair over her shoulder. "Clara, babes, you've got some explaining to do. Where the hell did you vanish to last night?"

Clara froze for a moment, trying to compose herself. "I just went for a walk," she said casually, reaching for a mug. Her voice felt steadier than she expected. Maybe they didn't realise what I did?

"Oh, sure," Zara smirked, one eyebrow shooting up, a look of smug disbelief on her face. "You went for a 'walk,' yeah? That's why no one saw you roll back in? Spill -- who was it?"

Clara's cheeks burned as she poured coffee into her mug. "I didn't hook up with anyone," she lied, stirring in some sugar. "I just needed some air, that's all."

The girls groaned collectively, clearly not finding anything interesting to tease her about. "Boring!" Ellie said, rolling her eyes. "Meanwhile, I've got some actual news. Got the number of that fit lad from last night. We're meeting up with them later," she told Clara who winced as she sipped her bitter coffee.

Clara's stomach dropped as she processed the words. "T... the guys from the beach?" she asked, keeping her tone neutral as best she could. What. The. Absolute. Fuck?

"Yeah," Ellie said with a smirk as she tapped her nails on the table. "What's his name... Jayden? Nah -- that's the Black one. It was Jordan. A proper cocky shit. Bet he'd be a laugh on a night out."

Clara nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, sounds fun." Inside, her anxiety grew almost exponentially. The thought of seeing the young men again, Jayden in particular, made her chest tighten as if she was wearing a corset. What am I supposed to say to him? How can I face him again?

After their second bout of lovemaking on the beach... or was it fucking... Clara had pulled on her underwear and adjusted her dress. She thought that Jayden had been surprisingly solicitous given the circumstances, offering to walk her home to the villa she was sharing with the girls. She'd awkwardly declined, preferring to use the walk to clear her head, to shake off the alcohol and orgasm induced fog that had descended over it.

If he'd seemed put out by her response, he hadn't let it show, giving her a peck on the cheek and wandered off to find his mates back at the bar. Clara had made the long, slow walk of shame back to the villa by herself, passing revellers still partying in the streets, her head hung low as she contemplated the consequences of her actions.

Now it seemed like she would have to face Jayden again. Trouble was that she realised part of her wanted to see him.

*****

By mid-afternoon, the girls were dressed and ready, heading into town to meet the group of British lads. The tropical Spanish sun was high in the pale blue sky, the streets bustling with tourists, and Clara trailed behind slightly, her thoughts swirling, her emotions fluctuating between excitement and dread. What am I going to do? What am I going to say to him? They'd left on decent terms, amicably enough, but the feelings of guilt, shame and embarrassment continued to swirl inside her -- especially considering the risk she took and her need to address this by a visit to a chemist. To complicate matters, Clara couldn't deny the subtle, but telling, feeling of excitement and anticipation at seeing the handsome young Black man again. What's gotten in to me?

When they finally spotted the guys drinking outside a bar down near the Las Palmas beach, Jayden's dark brown eyes found hers almost instantly. He flashed her a confident grin, but there was something sharper in his gaze -- something that made her heart race. Anticipation, arousal, excitement.

As the two groups moved inside the bar to occupy several tables and settle in with drinks, Clara felt Jayden approach her. "Alright?" he said, leaning against the high table beside her. "Didn't think I'd see you again so soon," he said with a casual grin. He looked so cocky and handsome in an open necked shirt and shorts.

"Hi," she said softly, avoiding his eyes. Oh, God... how can I even look at him... after last night. Clara knew she had to face the reality of the situation, and she took a deep breath. "Listen, umm... Jayden, can we talk?"

Jayden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Yeah, cool. Let's step out for a sec."

They moved away from the others, finding a quieter spot near the bar's entrance. Clara fiddled with the strap of her bag, struggling to find the right words.

"Ummm... last night..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she didn't want any of the patrons standing nearby to hear. "Look, I... ummm... I wasn't thinking straight. I... I'm not on anything. No pill, no implant. And you didn't... ummm, you know, use anything either."

Jayden frowned as he took in her words, his casual, relaxed demeanour slipping. "Wait? What? You're serious?"

She nodded, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment, guilt and shame. "Yeah. I... ummm... I need to get to a chemist today. I can't risk... well, you know."

His expression hardened as he looked at her, his posture shifting to a more defensive one. "So that's what this is, yeah? You're freaking out 'cause of me?"

"It's not about you," she said quickly, almost too quickly. "It's just the situation. It's not smart --"

"Cut the crap, Clara," Jayden interrupted, the casual, relaxed tone now gone from his voice. "It is about me, innit? Don't think I didn't clock how hesitant you were last night. You're only panicking now 'cause I'm Black."

Clara's mouth fell open in shock. "That's not true!"

"Bullshit," Jayden said, his tone suddenly sharp and cutting. A nearby group glanced in their direction. "If it was some white guy, would you be standing here, acting like this? Nah, don't think so. But me? Now it's all a problem."

Clara shook her head, her voice rising as she struggled to control her emotions. "Look, Jayden... I told you, it's not about that! It's about not being careful -- "

"Stop lying to yourself," he snapped, his voice now cold and Clara recoiled slightly at his tone. "You didn't wanna be with me in the first place 'cause I'm not what you're used to. And now you're making me feel like I've done something wrong. 'Cause I'm Black."

His words hit her like a punch from a heavyweight fighter to the gut. She didn't feel that way about him -- or did she? "That... that's not fair," she whispered, her eyes stinging as she fought to hold back the tears. "I... I didn't mean for it to come across that way."

Jayden let out a bitter laugh, stepping back away from her. "Whatever, Clara. You do what you gotta do. I'm out." He turned and walked away, leaving the young woman standing there, stunned and speechless.

*****

The girls chatted animatedly as they wandered through the streets, having decided to make their way down to the beach for a few hours while the lads watched football in the bar. Despite the warm sun and the happy, carefree atmosphere that permeated the air around her, Clara felt anything but happy and carefree.

As the girls made their way to the beach, Clara lagged behind, her thoughts swirling with unanswered questions. Jayden's words echoed in her mind. Am I racist? she wondered, the question cutting deeper than she expected. She'd never thought of herself as racist, never wondered if she would treat a Black man differently to a White man but then again, she'd never been in this situation before. Never considered the possibility that she would be pregnant. She thought about her family back home -- how they might react if she came back pregnant with a Black man's baby. The image of their disapproval made her stomach churn.

When the group reached a chemist on the sidewalk, Clara hesitated outside, staring at the glass door. Making up her mind, she called out the others, telling them she'd catch up with them on the beach. As her friends continued on their way, Clara's heart pounded in her chest, guilt and shame swirling with fear and anxiety. Was she really feeling this way because of Jayden's race? Or was she just overwhelmed by the enormity of her mistake?

She took a shaky breath and stepped inside, determined to find an answer -- not just to her immediate problem but perhaps to answer some of the uncomfortable truths she was beginning to uncover about herself.

The pharmacy's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, harsh against Clara's sleep-deprived eyes as she pulled off her sunglasses. She made her way down the aisles, pretending to give the impression she was browsing. Her path took her past the pregnancy tests, and she hovered there for a moment, her stomach twisting as her eyes lingered on the packages, the thought too terrible to contemplate.

She'd never had to take one before, but the morning-after pill wasn't on the shelves, even she knew that. She was just stalling, aware that she needed to talk to the pharmacist. C'mon, just ask. Get it over with, she told herself, mustering up the courage. Just grab it and go. No one has to know, she thought to herself, swallowing nervous as she approached the counter.

The pharmacist, a stern, older Spanish woman with silver-streaked hair, glanced up from her computer. "¿Necesita ayuda?"

Clara cleared her throat. "Uh... do you... speak English?"

"Yes." The woman's tone was clipped, brusque. It was clear she dealt with tourists on a daily basis but wasn't too fond of it. "What do you need?" she asked in heavily accented English.

"The morning-after pill." Clara's voice cracked as she struggled to say the words, the guilt and embarrassment fighting for dominance over her. Fuck... that sounded terrible... why can't I just be confident. Just stroll in and ask for the pill? Because that's not who you are, a little voice inside her head whispered.

The pharmacist studied her, eyes narrowing. "Emergency contraception?" she asked, a little too loudly for Clara's liking.

"Y... yes."

"Have you used it before?"

Before? Oh, God... does she think I'm some sort of slut? Clara shook her head, her eyes darting to the floor. My God, this is so mortifying, she thought to herself.

"Are you currently on any other form of birth control?"

"N... no."

"When was the unprotected intercourse?"

"Last night."

"Consensual?"

"Yes," Clara blurted out a little too quickly and a little too loud, a bloom of self-conscious heat flushing her face pink. Oh, God... please just give it to me, she thought to herself, wishing for the floor to open up beneath her, realising a man in a nearby aisle browsing some vitamins had glanced at her.

The woman paused as if assessing the young English woman's assertion. "Was this person a stranger? A partner? Did they pressure you?"

Clara's nails dug into her palms as she glanced around the store. Bloody hell! Why is she asking me that? "No. I mean -- he wasn't a stranger. Not really. We'd met earlier. It was my choice." The last words slipped out, as if she was proving she had made her own decisions.

The pharmacist leaned forward. "Are you a tourist? Sometimes here, men target foreign girls. Offer drinks, drugs -- "

"No! Nothing like that." Clara's cheeks burned with shame. "I wanted it. I just... didn't think."

A tense silence fell. The pharmacist's gaze dropped to Clara's collarbone, where a faint bruise peeked above the neckline of her dress. A memento from Jayden on the beach. She felt so aroused, so excited as he'd sucked on her skin. "Was he violent?" the pharmacist asked, almost suspicious of Clara's story and motives.

"No! He was..." Clara swallowed. Gentle. Skilled. Black. Oh, Christ, how do I explain that? "Umm... Good. Nice. I... ummm... just panicked afterward."

The pharmacist's voice softened. "Was this man someone you're afraid of? Someone who... used your differences to manipulate you?"

Clara blinked. "Differences?"

"You're English. Young. He's..." The pharmacist hesitated, as if trying to find the right words. "Local? A migrant worker?"

Realisation struck Clara like a punch to the face. She thinks he exploited me. Clara shook her head vehemently. "No! No! He's English too. Black. But we're both here on holiday. It wasn't -- he didn't force me."

The words tumbled out: "I wanted him. I just... I've never been with a Black man before. It felt... different. Wrong, maybe. But he didn't do anything bad. I'm the one who..." She trailed off, mortified. I'm the one who should have known better, she thought. She was always the responsible one amongst her wilder, more party-focused friends. Yet she was the one who had let a stranger, a Black man, fuck her on the beach. The most incredible sex of my life...

The pharmacist's expression shifted -- turning to pity, not judgment. "Ah. I see." She said, evidently satisfied with Clara's story as she typed briskly into the computer in front of her. "I ask these questions because many girls come here ashamed, hiding coercion. Trafficking is a problem in tourist areas."

Clara stared at the counter. Trafficking. God, it was nothing like that. The word felt absurd compared to her guilt -- she'd been the one staring at Jayden's dark skin ever since they'd met, she'd been the one to let him finish inside her. Twice.

The pharmacist stood up from behind the computer. "I'll get your pill. One moment, señorita."

While she waited, Clara's mind replayed Jayden's voice from the night before: "Gonna fill ya again! Gonna mark this pale cunt proper..." His hands on her hips as he fucked her for the second time from behind, her pale thighs splayed on the sand as he thrust into her tight pussy. Black on white. Salt and pepper. The memories of the previous night came unbidden to her mind, a series of fragmented and disjointed images: his black fingers on her white skin, his dark cock sinking deeper into her pussy, her pale thighs wrapped tightly around his dark brown hips.

The pharmacist returned a moment later with a small box. "EllaOne. Take it with water. You might experience some side effects -- nausea, headaches, irregular bleeding. If you vomit within three hours of taking it, you'll need another dose."

"Okay. Thank you." Clara fumbled with her purse. "How much?"

"Thirty euros."

As she paid, the pharmacist added quietly, "Desire is not a crime, señorita. Shame is heavier than any pill."

Clara fled the store, the box clutched like contraband, the pharmacist's words ringing in her ears. Outside, she leaned against the sunbaked wall, trembling and shivering despite the tropical heat. Crowds of holidaymakers continue to walk past her, unaware of the turmoil going through her mind. Desire is not a crime. But the truth of what had happened, of what she had done, curdled deep in the pit of her stomach.

She realised that, despite her fears and concerns the night before, she'd wanted Jayden's difference. His Blackness. And that realisation felt like the worst sin of all for the young English woman.

*****

That night, the villa buzzed with laughter and energy as Clara's friends flitted between rooms, each of them in high spirits as they got ready for another night out in Las Palmas. Zara was standing in front of the mirror applying her lipstick, Ellie rifled through Clara's suitcase for the perfect top, while Clara sat quietly on the edge of her bed, her thoughts elsewhere.

"Why are we going out with them again?" Clara muttered, twisting the hem of her dress in her hands. "I thought we came here to meet new people, not lads from back home."

Ellie smirked and tossed a top onto the bed. One of Clara's favourite ones but the brown-haired girl didn't move to stop her friend. "Don't be so boring, Clara. They're a laugh. And fit. You saw the way Zara was practically wrapped around Jordan last night."

"Oi, shut up! I wasn't!" Zara retorted, though her cheeks flushed as she glanced at the in the mirror. "He's just... confident, innit."

Clara offered a weak smile, but her stomach churned at the thought of meeting up with the lads again, especially Jayden. The day had been rough. The pill had caused her to feel queasy for several hours and she'd been forced to drink water while her friends enjoyed increasingly outrageous alcoholic beverages. Fortunately, and to her surprise and relief, she didn't seem to have any serious side-effects, unlike her previous experiences with the contraceptive pill.

However, it wasn't just the pill that was the concern for her. The dizzying cocktail of shame, fear, guilt and regret still lingered in the back of her mind, though taking the morning-after pill had dulled some of the panic that had gripped her all morning. Yet Jayden's words from earlier in the day echoed again and again in her mind: You're only panicking now 'cause I'm Black.

Am I racist? she wondered, the question gnawing at her as it had time and time over the course of the day. She didn't think so, but her hesitation last night and her thoughts about her family's potential judgement suggested otherwise. I can't think like that, I can't let him think I'm racist.

"Oi, Clara, you coming or not?" Zara asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at Ellie who had already pulled on Clara's top that she'd taken from her bag. Out in the hallway, the other girls were already yelling and talking over each other as they made their way towards the stairs.

"Yeah, yeah," she said reluctantly, grabbing her sandals and slipping them on. "I'm coming."

*****

The bar in town was alive with music and laughter, the kind of infectious energy that came with warm nights and strong drinks. Clara nursed her cocktail, swirling the straw absentmindedly as her friends flirted and danced with the lads. Zara was perched on Jordan's lap, giggling at something he whispered, while Ellie was deep in conversation with one of his mates. Clara glanced at the dancefloor where the other girls were dancing with the other lads, though to Clara's eyes, they seemed to be less dancing and more making out amongst the crowd. Clara couldn't help but feel out of place, her earlier encounter with Jayden still fresh in her mind.

To her relief, and a touch of regret, Jayden hadn't been with the others when they'd arrived. She'd discretely asked about him and one of them had said Jayden had decided to stay home for the evening. To her surprise, she'd felt sense of sadness wash over her when she heard that, as if she wanted to see him.

"Clara," a familiar voice called, and her heart skipped a beat. She looked up to see Jayden standing by her table, a tentative smile on his face, a half-finished beer in his hand. Oh, God... he... he came... she thought to herself, surprised by his appearance. "Can we talk?" he asked, leaning forward to make himself heard over the music.

She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he was still angry at her, but nodded before standing and following him to a quieter corner of the bar. Her chest felt tight, and she clutched her drink and purse for something to do with her hands. She couldn't help but notice how attractive he was under the pulsing lights of the club.

"Hey, listen," Jayden began, leaning casually against the wall only a few inches away from her so he could be heard. "About earlier... I'm sorry for going off like that. Shouldn't have said what I did."

Clara looked at him, startled by his words and apology. "No, you were right. I mean, not completely right, but... I've been thinking about it all day. Maybe I was hesitant because of... well, because of you being Black. And that makes me feel awful," she realised she was starting to babble.

Jayden raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"It's not that I'm racist," she added quickly, feeling her cheeks burn even as she said the words. "It's just... I've never thought about being with someone like you before. And then there's the fear of what people would say if I... if I fell pregnant."

Jayden sighed, running a hand over his close-cropped hair. "Clara, you're overthinking this, girl. You've sorted the pill, yeah?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I went to the chemist earlier and got one. So... it's unlikely."

"So what's stressing you the most?" he asked, his tone calm but direct as he leaned even closer to speak into her ear. "The idea of getting pregnant or the idea of getting pregnant by me?"

Clara opened her mouth to answer but faltered. She hadn't thought of it like that, and the realisation made her feel embarrassed, guilty and regretful all at the same time. "Both," she admitted after a pause. "But I think it's more about what people would say. My family, my friends back home... they'd judge me. I... I hate that I care so much about their opinions."

Jayden studied her for a moment, his dark eyes unreadable. Then he chuckled softly. "You know, you're not the first White girl I've been with. And trust me, they've all loved it. Something about the contrast, they say. Dark and light together. You didn't seem to mind it last night either."

Clara bit her lip, her cheeks growing even hotter at his words. "I didn't. I mean... I liked it. A lot," she admitted, a flutter of excitement washing over her at the memory of the night before. Of him kissing her. Of him eating her out, fingering her, fucking her. Then her climaxes -- powerful, intense, overwhelming. Then his two climaxes deep inside her, breeding her. Breeding her Black. The thought made her shiver involuntarily.

"Yeah?" Jayden grinned, stepping closer to her as if sensing what was going through her mind. "You're full of surprises, Clara. Aren't ya?"

She laughed nervously, the tension between them easing slightly to be replaced by a low simmering heat. "I don't know about that."

Jayden tilted her chin up with his finger, his smile softening. "You're overthinking everything. Just let yourself enjoy it."

Before she could respond, the Black man leaned in and kissed her, his thick black lips warm and insistent against her smaller pink ones. Almost without hesitation, Clara melted into him, her earlier fears momentarily forgotten. The kiss deepened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the heat of his body against hers. Oh, my God... this feels so good...

Across the room, Zara let out a cheer. "Oi, Clara's pulling Jayden!" she called, laughing as the rest of the group turned to watch. Clara pulled back slightly, her face burning with embarrassment, but Jayden just laughed, clearly at ease with what their friends would say.

"Looks like we've got an audience," he murmured, softly brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Wanna get out of here?"

Clara hesitated, glancing back at her friends. Ellie gave her a knowing wink, and Zara was already waving her towards the door. "Go on, Clara! We'll see you later."

Clara sighed but couldn't help smiling. It was no use in hiding it from her friends. "Alright," she said softly, turning back to Jayden as she placed her drink down on a nearby table. "Let's go."

*****

The apartment the lads had rented was only a short walk from the bar. The air outside was warm and still, and Clara felt her nerves returning as they reached the front door. Jayden unlocked it and led her inside, the faint hum of music and laughter from the streets below fading into the background.

"This way," he said, taking her hand and leading her to his room. The door clicked shut behind them, and Clara's heart raced as Jayden flicked on the dim lamp in the corner of the room. It was small but tidy, a single bed pushed against the wall and a suitcase open on the floor, and she hesitated near the door, her arms crossed over her chest. The young English woman's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts -- What am I doing? This is crazy. I barely know him. What if...? Despite her fears and anxiety her body betrayed her, a shiver of anticipation running through her as Jayden turned to face her.

His expression softer now than in the bar, almost tender. "You alright?" he asked in his South London accent as he brushed a strand of brown hair from her face. In that moment, he seemed more tender, less cocky, though she could still feel the undercurrent of confidence emanating from him -- as if he knew what was about to happen and she was powerless to stop it.

"Yeah," she lied, though she couldn't completely hide the waver in her voice. "Just... just nervous."

Jayden chuckled, closing the distance between them. "Nervous? After last night? You didn't seem nervous then." His hands settled on her hips, his touch warm and confident.

Clara's breath hitched as she looked up at him. "Last night was... different. I wasn't thinking."

"And now you are?" he teased, his thumbs brushing against her waist, causing her to tremble slightly under his touch. "Overthinking, more like, girl."

She swallowed hard, her mind flashing back to the beach -- the way his hands had felt on her skin, the way he'd teased her with his tongue and lips and then the way he'd made her feel things she'd never experienced before as he'd plunged his dark cock into her pale body. She couldn't stop the shiver of excitement that washed over her. But then the worry crept in again. What if the morning-after pill didn't work? What if I'm risking everything for this?

"Jayden..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I need to know this isn't just some... thing for you. That I'm not just some... White girl you're trying to -- "

He cut her off with a kiss, his lips firm and demanding against hers. Clara's thoughts scattered as she melted into him, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders. When he pulled back, his smirk was wider than ever.

"You're not just anything, Clara," he said, his voice rough with desire, his dark brown eyes glinting. "But if you need me to prove it to you, I will."

Before she could respond, he dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down her legs. Clara's breath caught as he reached for her sandals, his fingers brushing against her ankles as he slipped them off one by one. His touch was deliberate, almost reverent, and it sent a shiver up her spine.

"Jayden..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Just relax, yeah?" Jayden smirked, his voice dripping with South London confidence, sharpened by the drinks he'd had earlier in the bar. "Ain't gonna bite... unless you ask."

Clara forced a laugh, stepping inside. God, why does he have to be so... Her thought fragmented as he closed the distance, his hands sliding around her waist. His touch burned through her silk dress, reigniting the memory of the beach -- the sand, the sound of the waves, the feeling of his mouth on her skin, the reckless abandon she'd spent all day regretting.

"Still stressing 'bout that pill?" he murmured, lips grazing her ear.

She stiffened. "You know I am."

He pulled back, studying her. Moonlight streaked through the blinds, carving shadows into his sharp cheekbones. "Told you-- it's all sorted, innit? No baby drama." His thumb brushed her lower lip. "But if you're that scared, why'd you follow me here?"

Because I can't stop thinking about you. The truth clawed at her throat, but she swallowed it. "Maybe I wanted to prove something."

"To who? Yourself?" His laugh was low, mocking. "Posh girl slumming it with a Black lad from the ends? That it?"

She flinched. "It's not like that."

"Sure." He stepped closer, crowding her against the wall. "But you like that it's like that. Don't you?"

Her breath hitched. Yes. The admission throbbed in her veins, shame and desire twisting together. She'd never been with a Black man before him -- never let herself imagine it. But his confidence, the way he looked at her like she was a challenge to conquer... It terrified her. It electrified her.

His mouth crashed onto hers, rough and sweet with the taste of beer. She gasped, and he seized the opening, his tongue claiming hers with a hunger that left her dizzy. Her purse thudded to the floor as his hands fumbled with the zip of her dress.

Stop. Think. But her body betrayed her, arching into him as the fabric pooled at her feet. His palms skated up her thighs, peeling away her lace knickers, tugging them down her legs. "Jayden -- "

"Shh." He nipped her collarbone, fingers hooking into her bra strap. "You came here 'cause you want this. Same as me."

She trembled as the bra fell away, the cool air prickling her pale skin. His gaze raked over her -- a slow, deliberate inspection that left her flushed. "Beautiful," he muttered, more to himself than her as his eyes travelled from her face to her firm, pink-capped breasts, and then further down, past her toned stomach to the small, trimmed patch of brown curls at the junction of her thighs.

Clara blushed, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Jayden caught her wrists, his grip firm but gentle. "Don't," he said, his voice low. "Let me see you."

Is this all I am to him? A trophy? The thought flickered, but died as he stripped off his shirt, revealing taut muscle and a tattoo curling over his shoulder -- a coiled serpent. She reached out almost instinctively, tracing the ink.

"You're overthinkin' again, girl," he growled, capturing her wrist. "Just feel."

He kissed her again, steering her toward the bed. Her knees hit the mattress, and he pressed her down, his weight pushing her into the bed. His trainers and jeans vanished, his erect black penis curving upward, pointing towards her -- thick, dark, intimidating, powerful -- and then he was over her, all heat and hunger, his dark hands moving all over her pale body, touching, caressing, teasing.

"Wait -- " She splayed a hand on his chest. The contrast between their skin colours causing her breath to catch in her throat for a split second. "What if... what if someone finds out?"

He froze, a look of surprised amusement on his face. "Who? Your Surrey mates back at the bar? They know you're here. Your mum? Your dad?" His laugh was bitter, and it stabbed deep into her heart. "You ashamed, yeah?"

Yes. No. I don't know. Tears pricked her eyes. Oh, God... why is this so complicated? Why couldn't he be a nice guy, like Roger had been? Nice and White. She'd never thought she feel this way about someone she'd just met. But his charisma, his Blackness, all was all so overpowering for her. "I just... I need to know this isn't a game."

For a heartbeat, his mask slipped -- vulnerability flashing in his eyes. Was that the real Jayden? she thought. Then it vanished. Gone in a flash of an eye, the cocksure expression returning. "Everything's a game, love." He brushed a tear away, voice softening somewhat as if to reassure her. "But tonight... let's play."

His mouth found hers, gentler now, and she surrendered, relaxing into the bed, into his arms. Clara's mind was a whirlwind of emotions -- nervousness, arousal, and something deeper she couldn't quite name. But as Jayden's hands and lips moved over her, all she could think was -- this is happening. And I don't want it to stop.

She could feel the hardness of his body pressing against her and, further down, another type of hardness, one that throbbed with excitement. She could feel her milky white thighs tense involuntarily around his dark legs as if her body instinctively knew what was about to happen.

His hips twitched and his black cockhead nudged her vulva, the swollen ridge catching on her entrance, the feeling sending a powerful bolt of arousal through her. Arousal. And fear. We're doing it again... I'm doing it again... with a Black guy.

"Wait -- " Clara half-whispered, half-gasped.

But Jayden ignored her, pressing forward in a shallow, insistent glide that parted her pink labia, and he slowly sank into her depths. The stretch burned, oh God... it burned, more than the beach, her vaginal walls straining around his girth, small whimpers of pleasure and pain slipping from her lips.

"Breathe," he ordered, hips rolling in tiny circles.

Clara obeyed, suddenly realising she'd been holding her breath. Her nails dug into the taut skin of his back. She could feel the muscles rippling as he shifted his position. Another slight thrust. Too much. Too Black. Too him, she thought, her mind a wild mess of feelings and emotions. But Jayden didn't rush. He was taking his time, enjoying the experience of stretching her open, moulding her to his Black cock. He retreated an inch, then pushed deeper, his control maddening.

Inch by inch.

Her cervix ached in excitement as he forged inward, his wiry black pubic curls brushing her fair skinned mound and pink labia. "Fuck," he gritted out, sweat dripping onto her chest as he struggled to control himself. "Like fuckin' silk."

Clara had never been stretched like this, not it this way -- Liam had slammed, often painfully; Roger had complained she was "too tight." But Jayden worked her open like a master, his thrusts measured and controlled, angling his hips to drag the top of his shaft along her anterior wall. The effect was incredible, and she trembled with pleasure at every slow, deep thrust.

"Oh, fuck! There -- " she hissed, her back arched as he grazed a spot in the depths of her vaginal canal that sparked a hot white explosion behind her eyelids. She'd never climaxed like that, so soon, so easily.

"Knew I'd find it," he smirked, repeating the motion. Her eye lids fluttered in response, her fingers clenching tighter on his body. "Uhhh... yes..." she gasped softly, feeling his black shaft drag along the walls of her pink sheath. She'd never felt so stretched, so full.

Deeper. Slower.

Her vaginal muscles fluttered, clamping around him, her body wanting to hold him as close and as deep as possible, never wanting to let him go, never wanting the pleasure to end. Jayden groaned at the intense sensation, his biceps flexing as he pinned her hips to the bed. "Oi! None of that. Take it all, girl."

The command shouldn't have thrilled her. She should have felt ashamed to be spoken to like that. But when he sheathed himself fully inside her, Clara's moan echoed loudly off the walls of the small room. Filled. Stretched. Blacked. She trembled again at the thought. Black cock in White cunt.

"Look at us," he rasped as if sensing her thoughts, reaching up to pull her hands from his body, interlacing them above her head -- pink vanishing into brown. "Proper fit, yeah?"

Clara's cheeks burned, turning her pale skin a flushed hot pink. Black cock splitting white cunt. The thought echoed again and again in her mind. The vulgarity should've repulsed her. Instead, her hips lifted greedily, giving in to the ultimate temptation.

Jayden laughed, low and dark, seeing her reaction. "Knew you'd come 'round."

His rhythm shifted -- shallow rolls that stretched her entrance obscenely with every thrust and withdrawal. "Feel that?" he grunted, his cockhead flaring inside her. "Stays open for me now. Mine." He punctuated the declaration with a powerful thrust that almost pushed her over the edge in one go, a soft wail tearing itself from her lips. She willed herself to step back from the edge, to hold on just a few moments longer.

Another thrust. Her shame curdled with arousal at the realisation. He's right. Her white body gaped around him, slick and pliant, shaped to his thick black girth. She was open for him.

"Deeper," Clara begged, hating herself as her shame and self-loathing at what she'd become battled with the arousal and the wonderous feeling of ecstasy that loomed just out of reach. "Uhhh... deeper..."

Jayden obliged, hauling her toned legs over his shoulders. The new angle stretched her further, her milky-white calves draped against his dark back. "Fuck -- Jayden --!" she gasped loudly as he slammed back into her, his cockhead ploughing into her cervix.

"That's it," he growled, pistoning ruthlessly into her tight cunt. "Take your fucking medicine."

Her orgasm ripped through her, raw and primal, her screams of rapture filling the room. She barely heard Jayden's loud grunt that followed a moment later, his release flooding her cervix -- hot, insistent, breeding. Black sperm in White womb.

Jayden crashed down on top of her, crushing her with his weight. Oh, God... what have I done? What you wanted to do, was the answer she told herself. After a few moments, the Black man shifted back slightly, his deflating cock slipping from her stretched pussy. He rolled onto his back next to her with a groan as she lay spent, his semen trickling down her thighs, her hazel eyes still glazed from the orgasm.

Stupid. Reckless. Marked. Blacked.

The thought filled her with arousal and anxiety in equal parts.

Jayden leaned over to nuzzle her neck. "Stay," he whispered softly, almost too softly, she thought, as if the cockiness was gone and all that was left in that moment was him, the real him.

Run, her mind screamed. She should leave, pull on her clothes, head back to her friends, wash, do anything but stay. I did it again. Unprotected. Blacked.

But as his fingers traced her hip -- black on white, as if claiming her -- she whispered, "Just an hour."

*****

11.43pm. Clara placed her phone down on the side table next to the bed as lay on her side, the sheets tangled around her hips, her back pressed to Jayden's chest. It had been nearly an hour since their first encounter, since she'd promised to stay for just one more hour. Part of her told her to leave, the other part urged her to stay. The devil in her won out and she snuggled back against him.

The small movement must have triggered something because he stirred behind her, moving closer. A second later she could feel his breath hot on the back of her neck, his left arm sliding possessively across her waist. She could feel the young Black man pressed hard again against her buttocks, his erection insistent, the heat between them making her perspire even more, the tropical breeze wafting in through the window now doing little to cool the sweat on their skin.

Clara could feel the hardness of Jayden's erection pushing against her arse cheeks, probing, seeking to find her pit of pleasure yet again. The sensation triggered another flood of emotions and thoughts in her mind.

How is he still --?

The thought splintered into a million fragments as his dark fingers slid between her milky-white thighs, calloused pads gently brushing her clitoris. Clara jerked sharply, still oversensitive from their earlier encounter, but he tutted softly in her ear. "Easy, girl. Just warmin' you up."

Again.

She was going to fuck him again.

His other hand gripped her hip, guiding himself to her entrance. Clara tensed -- still sore, still stretched from their first fuck of the night -- but he pressed forward in a long, shallow thrust, his black cock breaching her pink labial folds with now practised ease. A soft whimper escaped her lips, pleasure and pain fighting for dominance inside her as he stretched her open again.

"Fuck," Jayden hissed, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he struggled to control himself. "Still tight as a fucking virgin."

Clara flinched inwardly at the comparison, but her body betrayed her in that moment, vaginal muscles fluttering around him as he rocked his hips, driving his black cock fractionally deeper into her white pussy. Not a virgin. Just... His. The word throbbed incessantly in her skull as he began to move more determinedly behind her now, his thrusts slow but deep, each withdrawal stretching her obscenely.

His? Am I his? Clara had no answer to this question -- he was a stranger, a Black man she barely knew, yet here she was letting him possess her body, her mind, in a way that none of her previous boyfriends had ever been able to do. White boyfriends, she reminded herself, the illicit, taboo thought never far from her mind.

Her thoughts shattered again as he followed through with a harder thrust, deeper than before, stabbing at her cervix, as if demanding entry to her White womb. "Uhhh... J... Jayden..." she gasped loudly, the explosion of orgasmic pleasure deep inside her making her forget everything. Everything except how his black cock was reshaping her body, reshaping her mind. "Uhhh... oh... fuck! Yes... there..." she wailed loudly, not caring if anyone heard her cries of ecstasy.

"That's it," Jayden growled, his fingers circling her clitoris in firm, rhythmic strokes, sensing her reaction and doubling down on it. "Fucking take every inch."

Another series of thrusts, another long moan that dissolved into a whimper as she still struggled to process the lingering sensation of her climax. The dual stimulation was too much -- his thick black shaft dragging along her anterior wall, the head scraping over her g-spot, his thumb grinding her swollen, aroused clit. Clara's hips rocked involuntarily, seeking friction, relief, more. More of everything. More of his black cock.

"Look at you," Jayden muttered in her ear, his accent roughened by the sensation of her pussy gripping him. His dark arms pulled her body closer and tighter, the two joined as one. "Pale arse beggin' for Black cock."

The crudeness should've shamed Clara. Instead, her inner muscles clenched, pulling him deeper. Jayden chuckled darkly, his pace quickening.

"Fucking knew you'd be addicted."

Clara wanted to deny it. To scream. To do anything. But her traitorous body arched into him, her hand fumbling to cover his on her clitoris. "Faster. Harder." The words tumbled from her mouth. Jayden obeyed, his fingers slipping through her slickness.

"Gonna come again?" he taunted, nipping her earlobe. "Second time tonight?"

Third, she realised, still feeling dazed. Her next orgasm built like a storm surge -- inescapable, violent, all-encompassing. She could feel Jayden's thrusts turning jagged, his own control fraying at the edges.

"That's it -- fuckin' squeeze me -- squeeze my black cock -- " he groaned loudly, still thrusting hard into her from behind.

His words did it for her and Clara shattered with a loud cry, her vaginal walls milking him desperately, eking out every drop of pleasure. Jayden followed a few seconds later, his Black seed scalding her cervix, his groan muffled against her neck. "Fuck... cumming... cumming in ya White pussy..."

They collapsed as though they were puppets with their strings cut, sticky and spent, Jayden pulling out and rolling onto his back, panting with exertion. Clara stared at the cracked plaster wall, his semen seeping down her inner thigh. Unprotected. Again. The fear was dulled now, buried under post-coital haze. My God... what have I done...?

She felt Jayden roll onto his side again and nuzzle her matted brown hair. "Stay till mornin', girl."

The words echoed in her mind. She should leave. Christ, I should find a chemist, another morning-after pill. Oh, God... not again... But his arm tightened around her, his palm splayed over her abdomen, as if instinctively wanting to protect what could be growing inside her.

Oh, God, not again. What if...?

The thought slithered, dangerous and seductive, in her mind. Black seed in a white womb. Clara's hand instinctively drifted to cover his, their fingers interlacing over her womb -- pink and brown, salt and pepper, Black and White.

"Just till dawn, ok?" she whispered back. She felt him nod behind her. Part of her wanted to leave, part of her wanted to sleep, but another part of her wanted more. Wanted to feel the ecstasy that he'd awoken in her.

As she lay there, she sensed he wanted it too. Something told her the night wasn't over yet.

*****

It was just after 3am when the sound of shuffling feet and laughter echoed through the apartment as Jayden's friends spilled into the living room, still buzzing from their night out. Some were jubilant, recounting their escapades chatting up Clara's friends, while others wore a resigned look, clearly having had less success.

As they set their takeaway bags on the counter and kicked off their trainer, one of them cocked his head toward the hallway. "Oi, you hear that?" he said with a mischievous grin.

A muffled moan floated through the air, followed by a sharper cry of, "Oh, fuck! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

"Bloody hell! Looks like Jayden's pulling overtime with Clara," one of them laughed, grabbing a beer from the fridge and taking a long draught.

"Lucky bastard," another muttered, shaking his head in mock envy. "She's a proper fit one, though, isn't she?" the first one replied. "Lucky sod's got himself the prize of the trip."

"Pfft, don't bother being jealous," a third chimed in, smirking. "After Jayden's done with her, she wouldn't even be able to feel you!"

The room erupted in laughter, though one of them, a wiry guy with curly hair and a cheeky smile, wandered toward the hallway. "Hang on, lads. Let's see what all the fuss is about..."

The others snickered as he crept toward Jayden's room, the muffled sounds growing louder with every step. The cries were unabashed now, Clara's voice carrying through the thin walls. "Jayden! Yes! Oh my God, yes!"

Curly Hair stifled a laugh as he cracked the door open just enough to peek inside. His eyes widened at the sight. Clara lay sprawled naked on her back, her milky-white legs wrapped tightly around Jayden's waist, his dark hands gripping her hips with firm, possessive control. Sweat glistened on both their bodies, and Clara's head was thrown back, her face flushed with arousal and her brown hair spread like a halo across the white pillow.

"Fuck! That's it, Jayden! Don't stop -- just like that!" she gasped, the young woman's voice breaking with each thrust as she writhed on the bed beneath the young Black man.

Jayden's muscles rippled under his dark skin as he moved above her, his expression one of raw concentration and satisfaction as he delivered another hard thrust, his cock stabbing deep into her pussy. "Ya feel so fucking good, Clara," he groaned loudly. "Gonna fucking come in ya again!"

"Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath, quickly shutting the door before retreating to the others.

"Well?" one of the guys asked eagerly.

Curly Hair grinned, shaking his head in amusement. "Mate, she's proper gone for it. Screaming her bloody head off. Jayden's got her proper sorted."

The group dissolved into laughter once more as they headed toward their own quarters, just as a long wail of pleasure erupted from Jayden's room.

*****

Sunlight sliced through the blinds, painting Jayden's bare dark legs just inches from her face in golden stripes. Clara hovered above him, her knees bracketing his shoulders, her palms braced on his thighs. His penis jutted upward, thick, and dark against her lips, while his breath warmed her vulva -- an obscene symmetry of Black and White.

How did I get here?

The memory flickered -- waking tangled in his sheets, his morning erection pressing into her thigh. His sleepy smirk. "Fancy a proper wake-up call?" Her own reckless nod. Now, here: her clitoris throbbing inches from his mouth, her pride warring with her own intense need for more of him.

"You thinkin' or workin'?" Jayden's voice vibrated against her inner thigh.

She flinched. "S-sorry -- "

"Don't apologise." His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her in place over him. "Just taste me."

Clara didn't respond. Instead, she obeyed his command and took his penis into her mouth, the weight and colour of it seemingly familiar to her now. Like salted caramel, she thought absurdly in the moment, her tongue tentatively swirling the swollen dark head. Salt-bitter pre-ejaculate coated her tongue. Different from Liam. Different from Roger. Stronger. More intense. More masculine. She suppressed a gag, glancing down at his dark fingers splayed across her pale thighs, holding her in place over him.

"Use your mouth proper," he ordered, his warm breath brushing over her sensitive, pink labia, causing her to shiver at the sensation. "Like you mean it."

She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. Jayden groaned, the sound reverberating through her pelvis as his tongue swiped her clitoris, his fingers parting her outer labia to expose her to his view. "Cheeky cow," he growled as she took him deeper.

Christ! Clara knew she should have been offended at his words, but to her surprise she found that she was incredibly turned on instead. In response, she continued to bob her head up and down, her mouth slurping the head and top third of his prodigious black shaft.

As Jayden continued to eat her out, Clara's thighs began to tremble, her focus splintering as she tumbled uncontrollably towards her first climax of the morning. She couldn't help but notice the comparison between his tongue -- rough, relentless circles that seemed to instinctively target her most sensitive spots -- versus her own inept fumbling. She hollowed her cheeks, mimicking porn scenes she'd guiltily streamed secretly at night in her room but choked when he thrust upward, unfamiliar with such a lengthy and girthy object in her mouth.

"Easy," Jayden soothed, massaging her hip as if sensing he was too much man for her to handle. At least for the moment. "Small sips."

Sips. As if his cock were tea. The absurdity almost made Clara laugh, but then his teeth grazed her inner labia, and her humour dissolved into a long, drawn-out moan. Oh, fuck... that feels so good... she thought to herself, dazed at the situation she found herself in.

"There we go," the young man beneath her murmured, his thick black lips brushing her pink clitoral hood, sending another small explosion of pleasure through her loins. "Knew you had it in you."

Clara's face burned with both shame and arousal. As it did, her mind swam with countless thoughts about who she was and what she was doing. Positions like this -- aren't they for experienced girls? Like the girls she saw at university hanging out on the lawn, girls who vaped and wore chokers and knew how to demand orgasms from their lovers. Not bookish nannies like her who still blushed at the word 'penis.'

His tongue flicked her clitoris, harder this time, and she jerked, her teeth grazing his shaft. "Easy, love" he chuckled, the vibration rippling through her body.

Clara hated how he could laugh now at the situation she found herself in, with her naked arse in the air and his sperm from the night before dried on her thighs and labia. Hated how her hips rocked into his face, greedy for more. Jayden head tilted slightly between her thighs, his tongue delving intimately along her folds, lapping at her vaginal opening.

"Tastes like me," he muttered against her as his hands opened her inner thighs further, spreading her wide apart in the lewdest way possible.

Of course it does. You've been fucking me all night there. Coming inside me there. The retort died on her lips as his tongue pressed harder, circling her clitoris with cruel, almost clinical precision. Clara's thighs trembled even further, her mouth working him to full hardness.

"That's it," Jayden growled, his fingers spreading her wider. "Fuckin' suck me proper."

She obeyed, hollowing her cheeks, taking more of his shaft into her mouth. The musk of him -- sweat, sex, Jayden -- flooded her senses, intoxicating her. She'd never smelt something so masculine. So arousing. So Black. As she processed his Clara felt him react to her deeper suction, the longer slurps with her tongue. His muscular hips lifted slightly, fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts.

"Fuckin' perfect," he groaned, his tongue lapping at her, his face buried in her brown pubic curls as he feasted on her. "Fuck, you're sweet," he growled. "Like honey."

"Harder," she gasped, rocking against his face, overwhelmed by the sensations. None of her boyfriends had eaten her out in this way. They had licked, and fingered, and sucked. But Jayden... he was devouring her. "Harder... fucking... uhhh... harder..."

He chuckled at her words, the vibration making her clench her thighs around his head. "Greedy little thing, innit?"

She wanted to retort, wanted to remind him that she was a good girl, not some slag that put out at the drop of a hat, but his fingers spread her wider, his tongue continuing to lash her clitoris with pinpoint precision. Her hips jerked above him, her mouth sliding off his black cock with a wet pop.

"Oi." He swatted her arse -- stinging, thrilling, arousing -- and guided her back onto him. "Earn your keep, princess."

Clara groaned, equal parts mortified and aroused by his words. His dominance should've repelled her. If any other man had said that to her, she would have slapped him in the face before dashing from the room. Instead, her vaginal muscles fluttered in excitement, her juices dripping lasciviously onto his chin.

In. Out.

She found a rhythm, bobbing her head as best she could, her hand stroking his base. Christ, he's so thick! Jayden's hips lifted slightly, fucking her throat in shallow pulses. Control. He's still in control. The realisation sparked a shred of defiance in her.

Experimentally, she scraped her teeth along his frenulum.

"Fuck!" Jayden's hips bucked instantly, his dark, powerful fingers digging into her soft, pale flesh of her thighs. "Do that again."

She did, and was immediately rewarded by his guttural moan. Power surged through Clara's veins --

she could control him. Dominate him just as he seemed to dominate her and her confidence swelled, her tongue swirling around his glans.

"Cheeky fuckin' mare," he rasped, but his breath caught in his throat as she dragged him closer to his own release.

His own efforts redoubled, his long, pink tongue spearing her vaginal entrance, tasting her juices, before zeroing in again on her clitoris. Clara's thighs shook, her orgasm coiling tight inside her. Oh, God! Too fast, too soon, please... not yet -- she tried to clamp down on him, prolong the pleasure, but Jayden pinned her hips, his mouth suctioning her clitoris.

"Fuckin' come for me," he ordered, voice muffled against her tender, pink flesh.

Clara's felt her orgasm building like a surging, raging storm, inevitable and terrifying in its intensity. She tried to pull away again, but Jayden gripped her hips even tighter, holding her firmly in place.

"Don't you fuckin' dare," he warned.

The command sent a jolt through her. Her climax hit with a silent scream, her vaginal muscles clenching around nothing as his tongue milked her through it.

And she shattered with a cry, her vaginal walls spasming as his tongue milked her through the wave of ecstasy. Jayden growled low and dark, his hips pistoning upward as he spilled into her mouth -- bitter, salty, Black. She swallowed reflexively, tears pricking her eyes at the intensity of it all as his cock continued to pulse on her tongue, his seed filling her throat with a bitter warmth.

"Swallow," he ordered, as she gagged on his cock, unable to take all his sperm, but still somehow determined to do her best. As she did, Jayden gentled his thrusts into her mouth, his fingers stroking her trembling thighs.

"Good girl," he murmured, releasing her from his grasp, seemingly contented with her efforts.

Clara collapsed onto Jayden's chest, his semen trickling from the corner of her mouth. Disgusting. Degrading. Desirous. Yet, through it all, her clitoris still throbbed, almost painfully, still seemingly unsatisfied despite her own powerful climax.

Collapsing sideways, she pressed her forehead to his hipbone, gasping. Jayden stroked her hair, his touch incongruously tender after such a passionate and intense encounter.

"Alright?"

No. Her throat burned. Her clitoris throbbed. His potent semen lingered on her tongue, a visceral reminder of what they had just done -- he'd tasted her, but she'd consumed him in the most primal and intimate way possible.

"Clara."

She rolled off him and met his gaze. His lips glistened with her arousal, his cock softening against his abdomen. The sight caused a flutter of shame and guilty excitement deep inside her. What have I done? What have I become?

"I need..." She faltered as she sat up on the bed next to him, gesturing vaguely towards her abdomen. The almost incandescent feeling of ecstasy that had just exploded inside her had started to fade and reality started to creep in. She knew she couldn't delay any longer.

"The morning-after pill?"

She nodded, cheeks flaming with shame and embarrassment. Despite what they had just shared, here she was talking about something as private and personal as birth control with an almost stranger.

To her surprise, Jayden sat up next to her, retrieving his phone from the side table. "You need a Boots, yeah?" He tapped on his phone for a moment. "There's a chemist down the road... opens at nine."

Boots. So mundane. Such a British expression. Clara almost laughed. "You've done this before."

"Not like this." His grinned as his thumb brushed her soft cheek. "You're... different."

Different. The word hung between them as she looked around the bed -- pale limbs tangled with dark, the most life-changing of risks etched into sweat-damp sheets where they had lain the night before.

Jayden dropped the phone back on the nuzzled her neck. "Stay for breakfast. C'mon..."

"Can't." Her voice sounded small and unconvinced. "Friends'll be worried."

"Text 'em." His hand drifted to her hip, thumb stroking the bone, the sensation starting to reignite the flames that still smoulder deep inside her. "Tell 'em you're busy."

Clara knew she should leave. Should run. Run to the safety of her own room in her own villa or to the chemist. But his touch held her in place, warm and familiar. Familiar? After one night together in his bed? The realisation startled her, and she didn't know how to react for a moment.

"Just coffee," he pressed, softer now, the cockiness fading somewhat, leaving behind something else. She felt another stirring deep inside for the young Black man. The faintest traces of feelings for him. This wasn't such another fuck, was it? A casual one-night stand or holiday fling?

Clara closed her eyes and nodded. One coffee. Then the chemist.

*****

Thirty minutes later, Clara was tracing the rim of her coffee mug with her finger as she stood in the kitchen of the small apartment the lads had rented. It was a mess, the counter cluttered with the detritus of a group of lads on holidays -- empty beer cans, a cereal box, pizza crusts sitting on a plate next to the sink. Across the kitchen, next to the humming fridge, Jayden was leaning naked against the counter, watching Clara drink her bitter instant coffee. Despite his own nakedness and what they'd already experienced together over the last two days, his gaze felt heavy on her, like he was memorising her. Instinctively, Clara tugged the hem of her dress lower, hyper-aware of her bare legs.

Some of the cockiness had returned and she privately wondered who the real version of the young Black man was standing in front of her: the cocky and intense one who drew orgasms from her body with ease, or the casual, friendly one who seemed to have a tender side lurking beneath the surface. Maybe he was both, she thought to herself. There was something about him that infuriated and intrigued her in equal parts.

She knew that she would have to face her friends eventually -- aware that they knew she'd gone off with Jayden, that she'd spent the night with a Black man. The thought didn't shock her as it did the day before, but she still dreaded the possibility of both her parents find out what she had done while on holiday.

"You're starin' again," he said, smirking at her, the cocky version making an appearance.

"Your..." She gestured vaguely at his cock, swinging between his legs. She'd pulled on her dress and panties before leaving his room while he'd seemed unconcerned about the possibility of his mates seeing him naked. Fortunately, it appeared they were all still asleep. "It's just... there."

He glanced down and then back up at her. "Jealous?"

"Piss off," she retorted, still embarrassed about what had happened, how easily he'd pulled her apart all night and this morning.

His laugh boomed, startling her in surprise. "You're proper class, you know that?"

Clara flushed in response, feeling her cheeks turn pink and warm. "Says the man who just came in my mouth."

"Says the posh bird who let him." He set his mug down and glanced at the clock. "Chemist opens at nine."

The reminder punched through her embarrassment; the feeling being replaced by guilt. Morning-after pill. Oh, God... not again... She didn't want to face the judgmental stare of the pharmacist. At least there's different one down the road. Clara stood abruptly, tea sloshing. "I should go. Before your mates wake up."

Jayden leaned over and caught her wrist. "Or stay."

"Why?"

He traced her palm, his touch infuriatingly gentle and arousing at the same time. "Like your mouth."

Clara's cheeks burned in shame -- the memories of what she had done fresh in her mind. "Shut up."

He moved in front of her, hands braced on the counter, caging her in. "You blushin'?"

"No."

"Liar." His lips brushed her ear as he leaned forward. "Bet that pretty pink cunt of yours is blushin' too."

Clara choked on her coffee. "Jayden -- " she gasped.

"Too much?" He pulled back, the smirk fading from his face. The tender one re-emerging. "Want me to stop?"

Yes. No. Never. Her silence answered his question, told him all he needed to know.

Without another word, Jayden kissed her, slow and deep, his hands sliding under her dress, cupping her firm arse cheeks. The cocky one had returned. "Bedroom. Now."

"I -- I need to go -- "

"After." He nipped her lower lip, a shiver of excitement and arousal washing over her. "Promise."

A moment later they were back inside his small room and the door clicked shut behind them, sealing them off from the world. Jayden's room was sparse -- a single bed, a peeling Nike poster left behind by some long-forgotten occupant, a towel hung over a chair in the corner. Clara's knickers dampened as he backed her against the wall, his knee nudging her thighs apart.

"Jayden -- "

"Shh." He delicately nipped her earlobe, dark fingers skimming the straps on her dress. "Just one more time..."

She didn't react, she didn't stop him, as her dress pooled at her bare feet. The cool morning air prickled her pale, bare skin as he palmed her firm breasts with his dark hands, her pink nipples hardening instantly under his calloused thumbs. He's looking. Always looking, she realised to herself. Memorising her, as if worried this was all somehow a dream.

She felt his fingers tugging at her knickers, the delicate garment joining her dress on the floor.

"Lie down," he ordered, voice gravelly, his own arousal now on display, his cock coming to life again. Again. How does he do it? she thought to herself, starting to lose herself in the moment.

She obeyed without question, the sheets scratchy against her back. Jayden knelt between her legs, his gaze searing in its intensity, his brown eyes tracing the pale lines of her lithe body. "Fuckin' unreal," he muttered, spreading her pale thighs. "Like cream on coffee."

Clara's face flamed in shocked realisation. Oh, God, no! Don't say it. Don't --

"Black and white," he breathed, fingers parting her vulva, the words triggering something deep inside her. "Perfect."

His eyes fixed on her, dominating her, holding her transfixed with their intensity as she felt two thick, dark fingers slide into her, stretching her tender flesh. Clara gasped -- still sore from being plundered by him last night -- but he crooned gently, "Easy, girl," his thumb circling her clitoris.

In. Out. Her eyelids flickered as a low moan emanating from the depths of her throat.

Her toes curled. Deeper. Faster. Clara wanted more, ashamed and aroused by the realisation, her addiction to the young Black man that seemed to have so much control over her. Her hips twitched instinctively, pushing upwards towards him, but Jayden took his time, rubbing gently, stretching her snug vagina open.

Clara whimpered again as his fingers grazed her g-spot. Sensing her reaction, Jayden leaned forward, his mouth sealing over her left nipple. The dual sensation coiled the tension inside her even tighter, her moans stifled by his mouth over hers.

"That's it," he growled, pulling back slightly, his expression intense and passionate. "Let me fuckin' hear you."

Suddenly, a door slammed down the hall. Clara froze on the bed beneath him, her hazel eyes wide. Oh shit! His mates.

Jayden chuckled softly against her plump breast. "Relax. They'll just think I'm wankin'."

Her soft laugh dissolved into another whimper as his black fingers curled inside her again, striking that hidden spot. There. Oh, God, right there! Clara's back curved up from the bed, her vaginal muscles fluttering around him. His always found it so easily! How did he do that to her?

"Gonna come?" he taunted, sucking a hickey into her neck.

"N-no -- " she managed to lie before her climax ripped through her, silent and violent as it overwhelmed the young White woman. Jayden swallowed her cry with a long deep kiss, his fingers still pumping through her spasms.

"Knew you'd crack," he murmured as Clara lay there dazed on the bed beneath him. She felt his hand withdrawing from her tender pussy, the feeling of emptiness jarring her. His shift position slightly, spreading her thighs further apart, preparing himself for what would come next. Clara felt his hand brush against her thigh, slicking his erection with her wetness that still coated his fingers.

She tensed as he shifted position again, pressing himself against her, his cock head rubbing against her over-sensitised labia -- no condom again, she thought vaguely to herself -- before he pressed into her with a groan, stretching her anew, as he sheathed himself in the young White woman in one thrust. "Fuck, Clara... like a vice."

Black cock. White cunt. Again, she thought dazedly to herself as he puled back and thrust forward, drilling his black cock into the depths of her white pussy. A blaze of pain burst through her loins.

Clara's nails dug sharply into his shoulders. "Slow -- "

"Nah." His hips snapped forward. Another burst of pleasurable pain and a soft cry escaped from her lips "You're stretched enough," he growled as the pulled back and thrust again. Hard.

Suddenly, footsteps thudded past the door outside in the hallway. A muffled laugh. Was that Jamie? Ryan? Clara tried to remember who's laugh that was as her nails dug into Jayden's shoulders again. Oh, God... they know we're having sex... "J... Jayden... they'll hear -- "

"Fuck it. Let 'em." He snapped his powerful black hips forward again, driving her into the mattress. "Want 'em to know you're mine. This White cunt now belongs to me... this cunt is loving this Black cock..."

Black cock. White cunt. The words seared Clara's brain, shame and arousal colliding as she panted in time to each powerful thrust. "F... fuck me... uhhh... fuck..." she gasped, eliciting another low growl from Jayden.

"Look at ya... desperate for this black cock..." he snarled, reaching down and grabbing her arms by the wrists, pinning them to the headboard above them, the bed rocking and creaking as he plunged into her again and again. Sweat was dripping off his black skin, his biceps flexing as he held her arms above her head, ever muscle in his body taut as he drove into her, his cock driving her closer and closer to her climax.

Clara was lost in the moment, all thoughts of home, university, friends, family having disappeared -- replaced by unbridled lust for the Black man turning her world upside down. She hooked her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his arse, her hazel eyes locked on his deep brown ones. Black. White. Fused. Jayden's thrusts turned brutal, the headboard slamming the wall.

"Gonna fuckin' remember me," he grunted, sweat dripping onto her chest. "Every time you fuck some pasty uni boy."

The crudeness of his words should have offended her. But it didn't. Instead, her orgasm crested quickly, sharp, and violent, her scream of pure ecstasy muffled against his neck. Jayden followed a few seconds later, spurting his Black seed deep inside her unprotected White body with a stifled grunt -- the feeling hot, insistent, triggering. He's breeding me, she thought through the haze of pleasure.

They lay tangled in each other's arms for several minutes, both of them overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience, his warm, sticky semen slowly trickling down her thigh. Outside the room, the apartment buzzed with voices now -- a kettle whistling in the kitchen, FIFA menu music in the living room.

"Best get dressed, girl," Jayden muttered, nuzzling her brown hair as he lay beside her.

Clara stared at the cracked ceiling, her mind a riot of conflicting thoughts, feelings, and emotions. The reality of the situation crashed down around her. Chemist. Morning-after pill. Again.

Slowly she rose up off the bed, her thighs aching from being stretched, her pussy tender and still seeping his seed.

"Tonight?" he asked, leaning down to pick up her knickers from the floor and handing them to her.

She hesitated for a moment, fingers brushing his. Stupid. Reckless. Passionate.

"... Maybe...," she replied noncommittally as she pulled her clothes on, looking for her sandals and purse. How could she see him again? She knew exactly what that would mean.

"You'll be back," he said, lighting a cigarette as he lay back down on the bed, casually regarding her.

She froze. "What?"

"Tonight. You'll come back."

Would she? Her stomach churned in excitement and fear at the thought. Again. She knew she should just walk away. Never see him again.

"Text me," he called as she opened the door. Christ, I don't even have his number. Do I want it?

Clara didn't reply as she glanced back at him, his smirk lingering as she slipped out of the room, past his mates' wolf-whistles in the hall. What am I doing?

As the front door of the apartment closed behind her, the thought of visiting the chemist loomed again in her mind, but so did Jayden smirk. As if he knew exactly what she would do now that she had tasted the forbidden. It's just pills, she told herself, stepping into the morning sunlight.

But as she made her way towards the nearby chemist, her cunt throbbed with every step -- a dark, insistent reminder of what she had done and who she had done it with. A stranger. A Black man. A Black man who had taken her apart in a way she'd never experienced before. Something in her heart told her that she could never go back to who she was before this trip.

I can't think like that, I can't feel like that, she told herself, even as her thighs still trembled and her belly throbbed with a low, burning heat for him.

What have I done?

*****

The crisp air of an English winter morning greeted Clara as she got out of her car and walked up the stone pathway to Emily's house, her tote bag slung over her shoulder. It had been several days since she'd arrived home from her whirlwind holiday, and the soft, golden tan all over her body still served as a reminder of her time in Gran Canaria.

She took a deep breath, hoping the week's distance had dulled some of her lingering guilt at what she had done there. However, as much as she tried to push them aside, the memories of her time with Jayden still lingered vividly in her mind.

She had returned to his apartment the following night and every night after that before she returned home with her friends to England. And every night had been the same, with Jayden leaving her a quivering mess on his bed, her unprotected womb awash with his potent Black seed. She had tried to be diligent with the morning-after pill, stumbling to a different chemist each morning before heading back to her villa to meet her friends.

Each day had been almost the same, with Clara and her friends sightseeing around the island with Jayden and his mates and then drinking and dancing in clubs every night. Several of his mates had scored with her friends and one night she recalled hearing Ellie screaming in delight in the room next door to Jayden's as several of the lads took turns fucking her throughout the night. To her shocked surprise, the sounds of her friend being fucked senseless just a few feet away had turned her on even more, and she had ridden Jayden harder, urging him to come inside her White pussy.

As the girls were leaving their villa on the final morning, they were subdued and quiet. They were tired, with most of them having been fucked all night before -- one last crazy fling before heading home to their real lives. They'd all agreed that what had happened on Gran Canaria, would stay on Gran Canaria. Clara had readily agreed to this idea, she needed to focus on university, start thinking about job applications, the reality of the world back in England starting to creep in.

Reality. University. Work. The Lancasters.

She took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. Get it together, Clara, she thought to herself. She can't know what happened. Oh, God... how can I tell her I had the most incredible sex of my life... with a Black guy...?

Suddenly, the door in front of her swung open to reveal Emily, dressed in a casual jumper and jeans, her brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail. She smiled warmly. "Hi, Clara," she said, her eyes immediately taking in the young woman's sun-kissed glow. "Well, it looks like you enjoyed your holiday."

Clara returned the smile, though a faint blush crept up her cheeks. "Oh, yeah. It was... it was nice to get away," she said, her voice trailing slightly. The thoughts of Jayden, of his incredible black cock, continued to echo in her mind.

Emily chuckled. "You've got quite the tan. The girls must have kept you busy -- drinks on the beach and all that?"

Clara laughed nervously, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. "Yeah, something like that. It was good fun, though. Definitely needed the break before uni really gets busy again."

Emily nodded knowingly. "Well, I'm glad you had a good time. Come in, come in," she said, stepping aside to let Clara through.

Clara walked into the familiar warmth of the Lancaster home, her eyes scanning the living room where Sophie was busy stacking blocks into a precarious tower. The little girl looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of Clara.

"Clara!" Sophie exclaimed, jumping to her feet and rushing over to hug her legs.

Clara bent down, her smile genuine as she embraced the young girl. "Hello, you! Have you been a good girl for Mummy?"

Sophie nodded enthusiastically. "I made a big tower!" she announced proudly.

"I can see that! It's amazing," Clara said, ruffling Sophie's hair before straightening up.

"Jonathan's working today," Emily said, leaning against the kitchen doorway. "But I'm sure he'll pop by later to say hi. You're taking Sophie to the park, yeah?"

Clara nodded. "Yeah, thought we'd have a little run around. Maybe grab an ice cream if it's not too cold."

Emily smiled. "Perfect. She's been looking forward to seeing you all week."

Clara's heart warmed at the comment, though a pang of unease lingered in the back of her mind. She wondered what Emily would think if she knew everything that had happened on her holiday.

As Sophie darted back to her blocks, Emily gestured toward the kitchen. "Do you want a coffee before you head out? Or tea?"

"Tea would be lovely, thanks," Clara replied, following her into the kitchen.

Emily set about boiling the kettle, glancing over her shoulder at Clara. "So, what was the highlight of the trip? Did the girls drag you out clubbing every night?"

Clara hesitated, feeling the weight of the question. "Uh, yeah... there were a few late nights," she said vaguely, not meeting Emily's gaze.

Emily chuckled as she reached into the cupboard for the mugs. "Sounds about right. I remember those kinds of holidays when I was at university -- always ended up sleeping half the day away."

Clara did her best to smile faintly, her thoughts drifting back to Jayden and the tangled web of emotions she was still trying to process. Black cock. White cunt.

"Are you alright?" Emily asked, noticing her distracted expression.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Clara said quickly, waving a hand dismissively. "Just still a bit tired, I think."

Emily nodded, pouring the tea and handing Clara a mug. "Well, a quiet morning at the park should do the trick. And don't let Sophie wear you out too much!"

Clara laughed softly. "Don't worry, I'll make her do all the running around."

As she sipped her tea, Clara couldn't shake the feeling that Emily's perceptive gaze saw right through her. She resolved to push the memories aside, at least for now, and focus on her day with Sophie. For the next few minutes, she did her best to tell Emily about the less explicit events of her holiday away -- lazing around on the beach, sightseeing, shopping, drinking and dancing in bars. But just below surface continued to lurk the erotic memories of her time with Jayden.

Eventually it was time to leave for the park with Sophie and as Clara stood at the front door, she turned to Emily. "Thanks for the tea, Emily. I'll have Sophie back around 3 o'clock, ok?"

Emily smiled and nodded at the younger woman and Clara was about to turn to leave when she said, "Clara... if you ever... ever want to talk about... anything... just know I'm here, ok?"

The young woman swallowed, more nervously than she would have liked. Can she tell? How could I ever explain to her I was fucked all week long by a Black stud? She did her best to give Emily a little smile.

"Thanks... I... I'll remember that."

As Clara led Sophie towards her car in parked in the street, there was a soft beep from her pocket and she pulled out her phone, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw the message.

Hey girl, it's Jayden. Got your number from Ellie. You free to meet up?

Clara's finger hovered over the screen.