The Blacked And Inked Generation Pt 02

Jade couldn't stop scrolling. She told herself it wasn't a big deal, that social media was just a collection of snapshots and exaggerations, but every time she saw another girl posting her fresh tattoo her skin crawled. Marcus's name, in a small heart, a knot of jealousy tightened in Jade's stomach.

The worst was a post from a girl she barely knew, captioned:

"Now this man is life-changing #Tats4WhiteGirls"

The initials "M.R." were scrawled in delicate script along her collarbone, and Marcus was tagged in the post too. Jade stared at it for what felt like hours.

She wanted to believe Marcus when he had told her, "It's just a trend, babe. It doesn't mean anything." She had believed him, at first anyway. But now? Seeing his name on other girls' skin, the same way it was etched on her ankle just felt... wrong.

She replayed their night together in her mind. It hadn't been casual. Not to her anyway. The way his lips lingered, the way his hands had rested on her waist, it felt personal, real, like he was giving a part of himself to her. Didn't that make her special? But now it seemed like she was just another participant in a trend.

Still, Jade couldn't deny that Marcus was mesmerizing. He was magnetic in a way that was hard for her to explain, his confidence that just drew everyone to him. It wasn't just his looks, though those certainly didn't hurt, it was his energy. Being with him just felt right to her.

And besides she prided herself on being pro-Black, didn't she? That's what Mia had said when she'd first showed her the tattoo: "This is so powerful, Jade. It's such a great way to show your solidarity." Wasn't this all part of something bigger than herself?

Jade tried to cling to that thought, but it didn't erase the sting of jealousy or the gnawing question in her mind.

If it really is just a trend, why does it feel like it's my heart that is breaking?

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Jade stared at her phone, Marcus's name on her screen as her thumb hovering over her texts. She wanted to confront him again and demand an explanation. But she already knew how it would go. With that easy smile and charming personality, somehow she'd end up feeling like the irrational one.

Instead, she called Mia.

By the time Mia arrived, she was already diving into solutions. "You've just got to stop letting him get in your head so much," she said, dropping onto the bed with a dramatic sigh beside her. "Marcus is Marcus. He's never gonna change."

"But that's the problem," Jade said as she paced the room. "He's so... casual about it. Like, do I even matter to him at all?"

Mia tilted her head. "You do matter to him in some way. But that's not gonna stop him fucking with other girls. You knew that going in. That's the trend."

Jade sat down, resting her head in her hands. "I just... I don't know. I thought this would feel different. I thought it would just be me and him, you know?"

Mia leaned forward, her expression now softening. "Look, I get it. It's a difficult situation. But if he's not gonna change for you, maybe you need to change how you think about him. Or... I don't know, maybe you need to flirt with someone new."

Jade's head shot up, "What?!"

"I'm serious! Why tie yourself to one guy when he's out there fucking half the uni? Go have some fun. Go kiss someone else, see where it takes you and maybe earn another tattoo. Show him he's not the only one who matters."

Jade shook her head. "I don't think I can do that."

"Why not?" Mia pressed. "You're not in love with him or something, are you?"

"No!" Jade said quickly, though her cheeks flushed bright red. "It's not like that. It's just... it feels wrong. Like, what if it's not as good? Marcus is so great. What if I get with someone else and it's awful?"

Now Mia burst out laughing. "Jade, you're overthinking this. It's just sex! And besides, what if it's better? What if he's not the only great guy out there?"

Jade hesitated, gnawing at her bottom lip as she processed Mia's words. She had to admit the idea was tempting to her, but also terrifying. What if flirting with someone else made things worse? What if Marcus found out and stopped seeing her altogether? But the alternative, sitting around and watching the results of him sleeping with other girls, felt unbearable.

Mia stood and grabbed Jade's hands, pulling her up. "Look, there's a party at Becki's tonight. You're coming with me. We'll have fun, and if you meet someone, you meet someone. No pressure, think about it, okay?"

Jade nodded reluctantly. "Yes I'll think about it."

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Later that night, they walked into the crowded house party. Jade felt her nervousness spike as 90's music thumped through the large speakers. Groups of people were scattered everywhere talking, laughing and some were even flirting. She spotted Marcus before she had even found her first drink. He was leaning against a wall in the lounge, laughing with a group of girls. One of them hanging off his arm, her hand against his chest.

Jade's stomach twisted. She grabbed a drink from the kitchen and downed it in a single gulp.

"You okay?" Mia asked, watching her carefully.

"Yeah," Jade lied.

"Good," Mia said, steering her toward a group of guys standing in the hall. "Because I think it's high time that you met someone new."

As the night went on, Jade found herself talking to Andre, one of the guys Mia had thrown her towards. He was funny, charming, and he didn't seem to mind her awkwardness.

But then mid-sentence, he stopped talking and leaned in to kiss her, she froze for a moment. Her heart pounding, and doubts swirling in her mind.

What if it's not the same? What if it's a mistake? What if Marcus finds out?

But then Andre's lips brushed hers, and all of her doubts melted away. It was warm and thrilling, a kiss very different from Marcus's but just as electric.

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Moments later, Jade found herself laughing at one of Andre's jokes again. He had a way of making her feel at ease, even as her nerves buzzed. But she hadn't forgotten about Marcus, how could she? Not with him in the same house, but as the night continued, she was starting to feel a little freer, and a little bolder in herself.

Then Andre leaned in close. "Hey, it's getting kinda loud down here. Why don't we go find somewhere quieter?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she hesitated for a moment. She glanced over her shoulder, looking into the crowd, and that's when she saw Marcus. He was standing across the room, his arm still draped lazily over another girl's shoulder, but now his eyes were locked on hers.

Her breath caught. Was he watching her? Did he really care?

Marcus's gaze was totally unreadable, his expression was as cool and detached as ever. He didn't smile, but nor did he frown. He just looked, and watched.

"Jade?" Andre's voice pulled her back.

She forced a smile, her cheeks burning. "Erm, yeah, sure, let's go."

Andre then took her hand and led her through the crowded house at speed. As they weaved their way through the hallways, Jade felt the weight of Marcus's stare still lingering on her skin, it was like an itch that she just couldn't scratch.

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Andre stopped in front of a door near the end of the hallway. It was slightly ajar, the light inside dim and golden. He peeked in before holding it open for her.

"Looks like nobody's in here," he said with a grin.

Jade stepped inside, her stomach twisting in knots. The room was someone's bedroom, plush pillows on the bed, books stacked neatly on a desk, and a faint scent of vanilla in the air. She turned around as Andre closed and locked the door behind them, the muffled sounds of the party fading into the background.

"Better?" Andre asked, his voice softer now.

Jade nodded, her pulse quickening. "Yeah. It's... certainly quieter."

He smiled and moved closer, standing just a foot away from her. "You seemed a little tense out there. Everything okay?"

Jade hesitated. Should she tell him about Marcus? About the gnawing jealousy and the awkward glance across the room? Or would that ruin everything?

"I'm fine," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Andre tilted his head, studying her. "You don't look fine. But I won't push you."

His kindness caught her off guard. Just for a moment she thought about walking away from Andre, about ending all this before it had even started. But Marcus had looked at her that way, so indifferent, so completely unfazed, and her resolve hardened.

She stepped closer. "I just... I don't know. All of this, this whole thing still feels so new to me."

Andre's smile widened, his confidence unwavering. "New can also be good, babe."

The space between them disappeared in a heartbeat, and before she could overthink it, Andre leaned in. His lips were soft, his kiss unhurried and warm, and for a moment, Jade felt all her worries dissolve, she wouldn't think about the future, just here and now.

But as the kiss deepened, flashes of Marcus filled her mind, his smile, his laugh, the way he'd kissed her that first night. The memory clung to her, sharp and painful, and she almost pulled away.

Andre, sensing her hesitation, stopped. "You okay?"

Jade nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah. I'm fine."

Now she realized that she wanted this. Maybe it wasn't the same as kissing Marcus, but in this moment it didn't have to be, she just needed someone.

When she kissed him a second time, it now felt somehow easier, more natural.

As they pulled apart, Andre grinned. "You're a great kisser, you know that?"

Jade laughed nervously, brushing her hair back. "Thanks."

"You wanna sit down?" he asked, gesturing to the bed.

She nodded and as she sat he undressed her piece by piece, his eyes never leaving hers, until she stood before him in nothing but her vulnerability.

"You're stunning," he murmured, his voice a caress as he guided her to lay back on the bed.

Jade's breath hitched as Andre knelt before her, his hands parting her thighs with a gentle insistence. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation, her heart pounding in her ears. She had never been this exposed, this open to another person.

Andre's eyes met hers, seeking permission, and she nodded, her cheeks flushed.

He started with soft kisses along her cream colored inner thighs, each one sending a shiver up her spine. His breath was warm against her skin, teasing her as he moved closer to her pussy. When his lips finally brushed against her, Jade gasped, the sensation electric.

"You taste amazing," Andre whispered, his tongue now tracing her folds, exploring her with a tenderness that made her ache. Jade's hands gripped the sheets, she had no idea what to do with this overwhelming feeling, his tongue against her clit, circling and flicking in an unbreakable rhythm that made her mind go blank.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt. His tongue was warm, wet, and so intimate, diving into her pussy, tasting her depths. Each lick sent waves of pleasure through her, making her pussy clench with desire. She felt her clit swell under his attention, each touch sending sparks down her legs, making them tremble.

Andre's dark fingers joined his mouth, spreading her pinkness open to delve deeper, his tongue now lapping at her with more intensity. He sucked gently on her clit, a sensation that made Jade's back arch off the bed. Her pussy was on fire, each wave of pleasure building upon the last, her moans filling the room.

"Oh god, Andre," she managed to say, her voice a mix of plea and pure ecstasy.

He responded by increasing his pace, his tongue now relentless, his fingers finding a rhythm inside her that matched the throb of her heart. Jade felt a tightness growing, a pressure she couldn't explain until it suddenly released, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, her clit sensitive to every continued touch of his tongue as she came down from the high.

Andre kissed her pussy softly, once, twice, before rising to kiss her lips, letting her taste herself on him.

Now Andre stood up, his presence towering over her. He undressed slowly, pulling off his shirt to reveal a well-defined chest, then his pants and boxers, freeing his hard black cock. It sprang free, large and impressive, making Jade's eyes widened in shock and excitement.

"Wow," she whispered, her breath catching. She had never seen anything like this before, so big and oh so imposing. Andre was even longer than Marcus, and the head of it was huge! Just the thought made her heart race with a mix of nervousness and desire.

Her pussy was now clenched in anticipation, but her eyes briefly glanced down at the small tattoo on her ankle, Marcus's tattoo, a reminder of her first time. It weighed on her mind, a silent witness to this new chapter of her life.

Andre stepped closer, his cock at her eye level. "Want to try something?" he asked, his voice low and suggestive.

Jade nodded, her curiosity piqued despite her inexperience. She wrapped her small pale hand around his firm black shaft, feeling the heat, the firmness, before bringing her mouth close. She licked the tip hesitantly, tasting the salty pre-cum, then took him into her mouth. Her lips stretched around him, her tongue unsure but eager. She tried to take more, but his size was simply too much, and as she gagged, she pulled back, her cheeks now flushed with embarrassment.

"Don't worry, it's okay," Andre reassured her, his hand gently caressing her hair. "We've got all night ahead of us."

She tried again, her lips sliding down his length, but she could only manage the first few inches before her throat protested. She pulled back, coughing again, her eyes watering and making her mascara run. "I'm sorry," she said, feeling totally inadequate.

"It's fine, Jade. You'll get better with practice," Andre said with a comforting smile.

He then guided her back onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. His black cock brushing against her pussy, as white as freshly fallen snow. She gasped at the sensation as he rubbed the head against her clit, coating himself with her arousal, before aligning himself at her entrance.

Andre's voice was strained as he murmured, "You're so tight, Jade, I hope it fits."

The head of his cock was large, almost intimidating in its girth and bulbous shape, and it now pressed against her entrance with an intensity that made her question if it could ever fit. She felt the stretch, her pussy expanding in a way that was both alarming and thrilling, the sensation like nothing she had felt before. The pressure was slow but unending as it built up, expanding her to her limits, sending waves of both discomfort and a tingling anticipation through her. Each attempt to push in further sent a shiver through her, the fear of not being able to take him fully mingling with the desire to feel all of him, her mind racing with the thought that this might be as far as they could go.

Then, with a sudden give, it popped inside her, causing a sharp gasp to escape her lips. The sensation was like a pop of pressure, followed by an immediate, overwhelming flood of fullness. It was as if her body had been waiting for this moment, the tension releasing into a sense of being incredibly filled, her pussy pulsating around him in response. Looking down, she was in awe, her eyes wide as she saw the head of that huge cock she had just choked on was now nestled inside her. Her petite body was somehow accommodating that black monster of a cock. The feeling was a mix of sharp, pleasurable pain and a deep, satisfying stretch, her pussy now clinging to him like it was made for this very moment.

Her skin was like the softest silk, a canvas of milky cream that begged to be explored and conquered.

With each slow, careful inch he pushed further, there was a new wave of sensation, her body adapting, the stretch a testament to how her body was capable of more than she had imagined, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through her core.

And with every inch of him, she realised the stretch of her pussy around his girth was even more intense than with Marcus. "Oh god, you're so big," she moaned, her hands gripping his jet black shoulders, her nails digging in as he continued to push deeper. The tattoo on her ankle seemed to burn with the memory of her first love, but the sensation Andre was giving her was too overwhelming to dwell on it for long.

Andre took his time, letting her get used to the feeling, pulling out slightly before pushing back in, but he could only manage to get about half of his cock inside her. Her pussy was so tight, gripping him like a vice, and the sensation was enough to push him towards the edge faster than he expected.

"Fuck, you feel too good," Andre groaned, his control slipping as he felt her warm, wet pussy envelop him to that extent.

The sensation of being filled by him, even partially, was unlike anything Jade had ever experienced. She could feel every part of it, the way his cock curved inside her, hitting spots she didn't know existed. The fullness was overwhelming, yet so right, her sex yielding to accommodate him, creating a friction that drove her wild.

His rhythm began to pick up, each thrust now hitting that sweet spot inside her, making her moan louder. Andre's breath was heavy, his eyes locked on hers, watching her expressions of pleasure.

"Where do you want me to cum, Jade?" he asked, his voice thick with need.

"Inside me," she replied, her voice breathy with lust. "I'm on the pill."

That was all the encouragement Andre needed. His thrusts became more urgent, even if he could only get half of himself inside her, anymore than that causing her to scream in pain. When he came, it was with a deep groan, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his cum. The sensation of being partially filled, the warmth spreading inside her, combined with her own climax, was the most erotic, connected feeling she had ever known. Her pussy milked him, her own orgasm triggered by the hot rush of his release.

They both collapsed, breathing heavily, the room filled with the scent of sex and their shared ecstasy. Andre kissed her deeply, their bodies still joined, as they basked in the afterglow.

This moment reminded her of Marcus and his tattoo, but it seemed less significant now, overshadowed by the new sensations and the bond she was beginning to feel with Andre.

Only 5 minutes later and still tingling from their first encounter, Jade's nerves were evident as Andre initiated another round. Now he took her from behind, bending her over the edge of the bed to get access to her already reddened pussy. This new position a whole new sensation as her heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension about how much more of this she could take. He managed to get a little more of his length inside her this time, the stretch slightly easier but still overwhelming. She gasped at each thrust, her nervousness fueling her arousal as she climaxed, her mind buzzing with the thought of how many times she was letting this happen.

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After a brief, restless sleep, Jade was awoken by Andre's hands on her body, her pulse quickening with nervous anticipation. This time, he threw her legs over his shoulders, then pushed in without warning, making her gasp and clench around him. The sensation was intense, both exciting and slightly scary as she felt him fill her more than ever. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of worry and excitement. She was losing control but it felt so good as her orgasm came hard and fast.

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Next thing she knew, Jade was opening her eyes once more, it was nearly dawn as cracks of light broke through the curtains. She could feel her nerves were frayed yet her body still craved Andre. She lay on her side, ass towards him and it wasn't long before his cock was entering her. Her heart was already racing with both a fear of where this was heading but also an undeniable excitement at how much her body was adapting to him already. She was amazed and slightly scared at how many times she had let him inside her, the sensation of being exposed to new limits both exhilarating and daunting. They came together, her body trembling with the aftershocks of another orgasm.