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Dark Rebound
This is the first of the "The Pru Chronicles." Although much of the story is embellished, some more liberally than others, there is an element of truth woven throughout. Only one of the Chronicles is fully fiction, and even it is based on very real conversations that were leading to the events described but stopped short. Otherwise, yeah, some of this is true...
As Pru's story starts, she is a beautiful, vivacious, 21-year-old, blue-eyed, blonde with the athletic body of a dancer. She is starting into her first ventures of real sexual awakening after a lifetime of being a "good girl." Although she has had boyfriends, several of whom made it "around several bases," she is still a virgin... for now.
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Pru had recently come out of a bad relationship and none too soon, that boy was a control freak and only made her miserable once he got comfortable. Newly liberated, she was on the prowl with her best friend, Lisa, looking to dance and drink the night away with no male attachments, just fun. Until now, she had gone mostly unnoticed, but she had also been upgrading her wardrobe in her freedom, buying sexier shoes and tighter, shorter skirts - anything to make the men crazy, which is far as she wanted to take things anyway. And her new image was definitely going to accomplish that goal.
One night while dancing in a crowded club, a dark, tall Michael Jackson wannabee sidled up to her on the dance floor, stepping in front of her dance partner. She humored the guy and danced with him when her original dance partner gave up. An hour later, Pru was still dancing with the tall black man when he motioned her toward a dark booth in the back.
At the booth, Pru found out his name was CJ, and he was working with a professional dance troop, which certainly explained both his outrageous moves and his equally outrageous talent. It was clear that CJ had an eye for blondes, especially hot numbers like Pru with an ass that didn't make him wonder at all what he would do with it. For her part, Pru was more than a little attracted to men with good dance moves, that and CJ's exotic, dark look had her attention too. Piquing her interest more, she had always seemed to attract black men's attention and had wished for an opportunity to explore the possibilities. Here he was, and he was scrumptious.
After a drink, CJ took Pru by the hand and walked back to the dance floor where they tried several more aggressive dance numbers, slowing down only when the music did, and he pulled her to him without asking. Dancing close to him, she could see Lisa at a table watching with raised eyebrows. Pru only winked and laughed inside as CJ stroked her back, running a finger down the top of the crack of her ass and testing her willingness. She never minded men feeling the goods, and it was always a game for her to see how far they would go before realizing they didn't have a chance. With this sexy man, she thought with a smile, "I hope you're loving my ass as much as I'm loving your hand on me. How bold are you?"
She didn't wait long for a reply. CJ gave her a serious stare, then dropped his hand lower around the bottom of Pru's ass and pulled her to him, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth as he did. Thrilled with his kiss, she responded eagerly. As his hand pulled her ass, she followed his direction and thrust her pelvis into his. She could feel the bulge up the front of his pants fitting neatly and firmly into the groove at the base of her mound, and so could he. He nudged her hips slightly from side to side to massage his cock across that groove, and although she was caught off guard by such graphic behavior in public, Pru would not be outdone. As he rubbed her side to side against himself, she tentatively rubbed her pussy up and down, a response that now surprised CJ.
Realizing he had limited time before his excitement grew to become too obvious for the onlookers, he reached up with his free hand, openly massaged her right breast, probed her mouth once more with his tongue, then led her back to his booth. Pru followed him back, chagrined by the public display, but also excited by his aggressiveness. Sitting at the booth was a large, chiseled black man who nodded at CJ with a smile. CJ introduced him, "This is my boy, Eddie. We take turns guarding our booth. Don't want to lose our prime spot."
Pru smiled and said hello as she scooted around the semi-circular booth to sit between Eddie and CJ. Both men sat close to her and, sandwiched between them, she could see how much bigger they were than she had thought, and handsome. They also smelled like her favorite cologne, another plus.
After another drink, CJ was ready to dance again, and he took Pru by the hand. Eddie smiled, and ran a hand up her thigh, just under the hem line, "Go shake that nice ass, girl."
As Pru and CJ danced, she kept thinking about Eddie's hand on her thigh. "Well, he's one I'll have to watch out for," she thought with another laugh. The thought didn't last long as she once again was being manhandled by CJ as he kissed her neck and mouth, no longer trying to be subtle about stroking Pru's ass at will. They danced like that until the lights came on, then CJ and Eddie walked Pru and Lisa out. Lisa had not been quite as successful at hooking up with someone, but she also wasn't hunting. Outside, Pru kissed CJ goodnight, and they made plans to meet again at the dance club the following Thursday night.
When Thursday rolled around, Pru was ready, this time carefully choosing a looser and shorter dress. Maybe the easier access would encourage CJ and Eddie? CJ saw her as she and Lisa strutted in, waving them to his booth. Lisa sat for a while but decided to wander around and visit some other friends. Pru was sandwiched again between CJ and Eddie, both of whom were admiring the view of her mildly hiked up, short skirt on the seat and the beautiful, tanned legs coming from it. Not realizing what the other was doing, both men ran a hand up a leg and under her skirt. Had they each gone only a little higher, their hands would have touched, and there might have been a problem. As it was, neither knew what the other was doing, or at least Pru didn't think so.
The rest of the night went like their first together. They danced like fiends, fell into tight, almost pornographic embrace during slow songs, and occasionally took a break with a drink. This time when they walked out, CJ pulled Pru back to say something, "Hey, how about coming to our dance practice? You might like it, and you could earn some money at our gigs. And I'd like to this body in a leotard, at least until I take it off of you."
Pru was thrilled at the idea and leaned in to kiss him as her response. His had his hand in his shirt pocket when she did, and she accidentally pressed her breast right into the palm of his hand. He massaged it slowly as she kissed him, and she pressed herself more firmly into him. With her back toward the wall, CJ was able to slip the other hand behind her and slide it up her ass, inside her skirt, with no one seeing what he was doing. Pru sighed and moved her legs apart enough for his hand to work its way to her crotch. As she swayed around his probing finger tips, CJ whispered, handing her a small piece of paper, "From now on, we leave together. Here, take this. Don't forget the leotards. I want you to look the part."
Pru nodded and took the directions he'd written to his dance troupe's practice session. In the car, Lisa asked, "What are you doing? You don't even know this guy? How do you know he's not just some thug?"
Pru shrugged, "I don't know. He seems nice. He can dance. He's good looking. He smells delicious. He knows how to use his hands. It's not like I'm marrying him or anything. Besides, my mom always told me, 'You have to give them something to keep their interest, just not everything.' I know what I'm doing, and it'll only go as far as I want it, like always." Lisa dropped it, but she didn't think her friend was thinking this through.
Two nights later Pru put on her leotard at home. The view in the mirror was way more see-through than she'd thought it would be. Yep, there were her nipples and there was her bush, puffy and proud. The nipples didn't both her much, everyone had them, but she didn't need to strut her pussy for the world. She might have been aroused by the feel of his firm cock, but she was still a good girl. To be safe, she put a pair of panties on under the leotard so she wouldn't be advertising. Then she put a jacket on, so her parents didn't get too good of a look.
At the studio, most of the girls were a few years younger. A little older and she may have seemed matronly. But if she'd taken a closer look, Pru would have seen that most of them still looked like girls with bodies still suited for a playground. She was all woman with a body that screamed for serious play. When CJ walked in, he skipped the "girls" and went right to Pru, giving her a lingering hug and kiss. Throughout the session, CJ danced with different girls, giving them tips, including Pru. At the end of the night, CJ asked Pru to stay behind to catch up on some things.
With everyone gone but the manager, Deana, things had gotten much quieter, and Deana was down the hall in an office with a closed door. CJ put on some music and danced with Pru like he had in the club. At first, he held her at arm's length, admiring the near unobstructed view of her tits shining through her pale leotard, and they responded instantly by poking out nicely. He then surveyed her, head to toe, turning her around for more of the same thorough inspection. She looked questioningly at his face, and he said, to himself at first, "Nice. Very nice. I already knew that, but I'm getting a better look now. One thing though, next time, no panties."
