Ch 02 No Just A Little Yes

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No, Just a Little, Yes

This is the second of "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 one other is based on very real conversations that were leading to the events described but stopped short. Otherwise, yeah, some of this is true...

Pru is a beautiful, vivacious, blue-eyed, blonde with the athletic body of a dancer. After struggling to give in until she was 21, she finally met a guy she couldn't say no to, or who wielded a cock she couldn't say no to, as told in "Dark Rebound." After a short but intense and life-expanding relationship with CJ, Pru decided that maybe she needed to calm down and get her sex life back in control. In truth, she'd have gone on having her life - and her body - expanded by CJ's gorgeous friend, Eddie, who she referred to privately as her "chiseled work of fine ebony art," but that was not meant to be.

Two years later, at 23 years old, Pru had definitely "calmed down" and returned to her "good girls" way. She married Sean after a celibate courtship through which she asked that he accept that she was saving herself for their wedding bed. After a year of living the life of a military-wife, stuck in a small town in the middle of nowhere, things had still not clicked sexually for the newlyweds as Pru struggled to reconcile her "good girl" upbringing, her pre-Sean wild phase, and the good wife image she was wanted to project. And she was starting to wonder what she might have walked away from.

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It was all so innocent at first.

Pru and Sean had been married a year and had settled into a familiar routine of happy hour at the Officers Club on Friday nights for beer, boisterous talk with Air Force pals, and the occasional spin on the dance floor. Saturday nights were similar, but usually with many of the same group meeting in town at one or two of the most popular watering holes for more of the same. It wasn't high society, but it could have been worse.

It didn't take long for Pru to notice and admire Sean's squadron mate, Buck. He was a tall, strapping, Scandinavian boy from the Midwest. As pure of soul as he was beautiful, and Pru was no more immune to the attraction than any other young woman who laid eyes on him. More than once she had sighed when imagining what it would be like with Buck, especially when she and Sean had argued about something stupid.

One night Buck brought along a friend, Chris. Chris wasn't especially noteworthy. He was Sean's height and thin, but he did have that dark caramel skin, deep dark eyes, and a contagious smile. Wearing a well fitted fighter pilot flight suit and dark aviator sunglasses didn't hurt either. Still, something about him made women want to look his way. Pru too. "Hey," she thought, "there's nothing wrong with noticing. Besides, I'm married to Sean, so it doesn't matter. It's all just innocent fun and isn't going anywhere."

Chris didn't just have that effect on women. He had a way of winning friends of either gender, and, like Pru, Sean was not immune either. At the end of the first night they'd met, Sean mentioned to Pru on the ride home, "Hey, I like that Guy, Chris. Good guy. I hope Buck brings him around more."

Pru nodded, only partially suppressing a smile, "Yeah, I guess so. He seems fun."

The next several Friday nights, Chris was there again with Buck. Pru found herself wondering if this was what life would be all about: married to a guy she loved and surrounded by guys who were all but irresistible, at least to think about. And, still, there was nothing wrong with window shopping after all.

After a few weeks, Sean invited Chris over to the house for a cookout with the group. Chris showed up fashionably late, wearing board shorts, a tight-fitting t-shirt, and his dark shades. Pru met him at the door with a beer and was a little taken aback with this first look at more of his slim but muscular physique. To make sure no one else thought anything of her so obviously checking Chris out, she blurted out, "Oh look, it's black Tom Cruise!"

Chris took the beer with a grin, leaned in for a hug, and said, "That works for me, Kelly McGillis!" That got the crowd laughing, although, from across the room, Sean noticed Chris's grin shift just a little while watching Pru's perfect, round ass dance away as she rejoined the group. He'd seen that same expression on many men's faces watching his beautiful wife since they'd first been together.

Within two months, Chris was with them at the club for every Friday night happy hour and a fixture in Pru and Sean's house for any group gathering. Everyone found him the life of the party, and he usually showed up for Saturday night soirees in town at LT's, a boisterous beer and dance hall. That worked out just fine for Sean, since he wasn't a huge fan of dancing in public, and Chris was more than willing to take up the slack and keep Pru busy on the dance floor. Everyone wins...

One night, Sean got a call in the middle of the night - he was being sent overseas for an extended assignment and leaving in three hours. The next day, he was on another continent with only the vaguest idea of when he'd return, probably a few months, all of which he told Pru in the short and unsatisfactory phone call he was allowed to make (this was well before cell phones and the internet).

That Friday night, Pru went to the club as usual. If she was going to be alone for a while, she might as well be with friends who could cheer her up. In walked Chris, as usual, lean and dark in his flight suit and aviator shades, flashing his beautiful smile, "Hey, Blondie, you're looking good, as usual. Where's Sean?"

She shrugged and glumly let him know that she'd be batching it for a while. Chris put an arm around her shoulders, "Hey, just let me know if there's anything I can do." She smiled, and he shook his head, "No, seriously, anything you need," he raised his eyebrows, "anything."

She laughed, kissed him on the cheek while pulling away to clink glasses with Buck and some of the other guys who had not been deployed this time around. She didn't give Chris's flirting another thought.

Several weeks later, they all met to drink and dance at LT's. After an awkward dance with an embarrassed and rhythm-challenged Buck, Pru found herself alone at a table, still wondering how it was he that was unattached. Before she could explore the thought much further, a voice whispered in her ear, "Hey Blondie, what's the hottest babe in the place doing sitting here alone. Come with me," and Chris pulled her by the hand onto the dance floor.

They danced for more than an hour. Fast songs, slow songs. Any song. And they laughed like Pru couldn't remember having laughed for a while. When they finally went back to the table for a beer, the group was there, several of them looking funny at Pru and Chris, including Buck, who said to Chris, "Hey, I don't have to remind you who you're dancing with there, do I bud?"

Pru shot the finger at Buck, and Chris laughed, "I'm just keeping her busy is all. All perfectly harmless. Why? Jealous?"

Buck turned red and didn't answer. Pru found it all confusingly arousing, but she also knew they were just being friendly.

More weeks went by just like this. Most nights ending with hugs and kisses on the cheek. Pru pretending not to notice Chris pulling her a little too close in the hugs and occasionally brushing his hand down the round top of her ass as he pulled away. If he was a little too familiar, she knew it was nothing but harmless flirting. If Sean had been there, surely he wouldn't have thought anything about it either. Besides, Pru knew when and how to draw the line and keep anything from getting out of hand.

With summer bearing down, Pru made her way to the club pool some afternoons before her evening job at the mall. At the club, Chris noticed her growing tan and asked with a smile, "Hey Blondie, that tan's coming along nicely! Trying to match my hue?"

Pru laughed, "Nothing wrong with a little vitamin D. You should try it some time, although your tan already looks perfect." She blushed after she said that, thinking it hadn't come out just right. She laughed again and turned away, thinking, "But he does look perfect."

At the pool the next day, there walked Chris, shirtless in a swimsuit, shades, and that delicious, milk chocolate skin. Pru couldn't decide which was more magnetic to her gaze, his wide smile, or the long, slight bulge down the front of his suit. Chris was similarly captivated by his first look at Pru in less clothes than he'd ever seen her, from her untied suit-top that hung precariously, covering only the lower half of her beautiful tits, to the high cut suit-bottom with a shallow crevice and puffy hair only barely hidden from view below the thin material. He sat down quickly before his slight bulge grew to stand at attention and get everyone's attention, not before Pru noticed and blushed, smiling to herself.

After once asking Chris to help with lotion on her back, that too became a regular part of their routine: They made plans to meet at the pool; Chris watched as Pru dropped her shorts and pulled off her shirt; and he eyed her beautiful ass as she laid down on her stomach. After she untied her top, he rubbed lotion onto her shoulders, back, and legs. Each time he was careful to go only slightly closer around the soft sides of her boobs and higher on her thighs. As he'd work the lotion up her thighs and ass, he'd slow the strokes and use just two fingers, always inching just a little more across the tan line and flirting with easing his fingertips barely under the edge of the elastic. After several days of this, he couldn't help but notice when she opened her legs ever so slightly as his fingers swept the arc towards the elastic nearest her crotch. It was all he could do to just make the imperceptibly closer swipe or two while also being mesmerized by his mental picture of her pussy right there within reach. Like the Friday happy hours and Saturday night dancing, these pool visits went on for a week.

One night, after hours of drinking and dancing at LT's, Chris and Pru were the last of the group still there, and it was just the two of them when they walked into the dark and almost empty parking lot at last call. Stopping to say goodbye before turning toward their cars, they hugged, Pru smiling as Chris pulled her against him as usual. Her breasts rubbed across his chest as she turned her head to kiss his cheek. She pressed into him intentionally, enjoying the harmless intimacy between the now close friends. This time, instead of just brushing the top of her ass like he always did, Chris's hand slid slowly down to cup and gently squeeze her ass cheek, fingertips brushing down and pressing into the crevice of her ass.

Surprised, Pru looked up and started to protest with a laugh as he leaned closer. As she said, "Hey, no, we...", his mouth covered hers and his tongue slipped in, muffling her words. For an unthinking and startled instant, she didn't just accept his tongue but instinctively returned his kiss, probing her tongue into his mouth. Moments later, she jerked away, and whispered brusquely, "No... we can't."

She turned, hurried to her car, and drove away leaving Chris standing and watching with a smile. No or not, she had kissed back. Blondie would be his. His raging erection knew it too.

Pru drove home in a blur. She kept forcing herself to think about Sean, but the feeling of Chris's warm hand caressing her ass and his delicious tongue in her mouth kept crowding out those thoughts. Even the pressure of his fingers stoking into her ass was surprisingly arousing, if only by the audacious intimacy of it! By the time she was home, her panties were soaked, and the wet spot was growing in her tight jeans -

Sean's

favorite jeans - that, in fact, were skintight, no pockets, and nothing but Pru-ass to see and feel.

She skipped the next week of social events and pool time thinking time would make this little mistake go away, and thinks could go back to normal. That same week, Pru received a letter from Sean asking if there was anything he needed to know. Apparently, news travels fast in military towns, and some things had made their way overseas. That Saturday, after mailing a letter back in which she assured her husband that everything was fine and it was about time he started trusting her, Pru went to the club to prove to herself and to an untrusting Sean that she was still the trusted wife she knew herself to be.

Since it was Saturday instead of Friday, Sean's buddies weren't anywhere to be found at the club, but there was Chris, looking dark and beautiful. He brought her a beer, but they didn't talk at first. Then the dam burst as she vented about Sean not trusting her, thinking that she was doing something behind his back, and that she could take care of herself. As Pru finished her beer and looked ready to leave, Chris whispered nonchalantly, "Hey, why don't we go to Duke's tonight? I know that LT's is the Saturday night thing, but Duke's is still open for a while tonight, and no one will be there to start bullshit rumors."

Irritated and needing to let off more steam, Pru said, "Okay, but just for a little while. I don't want the gossip to get worse."

Thirty minutes later they were dancing a slow dance alone in a darkened bar. As they danced, Pru could feel the stress melting away. Chris's body pressed into hers, both swaying rhythmically to the music as one. When the song ended, they each slowly relaxed their arms from around each other to pull away. When the next song's beat began, their hands slid back around each other as they stepped closer and went back to swaying together. Again and again. And each time, each was glad for the excuse of the next song to stay pressed together.

As they danced, Chris's hands moved slowly up and down Pru's back with the slow beat of the music, as he gradually explored the feel of her body and pulled her more tightly against him. As he did, she leaned in, pressing her upper body against his, as she had already done countless times. This time, though, she tightened her arms around his firm torso and pulled slightly downward, pressing his pelvis into hers. Chris leaned down, opened his mouth and kissed Pru's neck, licking her skin, as he pressed his now hardening cock against her, sliding his hands down to press her ass towards him.

Pru took a deep breath, pulled away, and hurried out the door into the parking lot. She had unlocked her car when she felt Chriss hands on her hips. He leaned against her pressing that wonderfully hard cock into her ass, "Hey, don't run away. You haven't done anything, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Just stay a little while more."

She sighed and slowly turned to face him, Chris still holding her hips and pressing himself against her. Her mind raced as she felt as what she imagined was the beautiful instrument he now pressed against her swollen mound. Chris turned his head to kiss her, but Pru leaned back away from him, "No, this is crazy. I can't do this." Even as she said it, Chris felt her press her pussy back into his now aching cock.

Chris leaned forward earnestly, and said "It's ok, Blondie. Really. You don't have to do anything. Anything at all." And Pru turned her head, opened her mouth and greedily took his tongue in while also almost imperceptibly thrusting her hips toward him, grinding her pussy on his cock.

Several minutes of victorious and aggressive kissing later, Pru came breathlessly to her senses, pushed Chris back and said, "We can't do this here. Get in." They both got in her car -

Sean's

car - and she pulled out in a hurry. As she drove, Chris stroked her thigh and sat with his other hand pressing down his raging erection. Ten minutes later, after a silent car ride, they walked into his apartment, Pru led Chris up the walk, neither saying a word still. As he closed the door behind them, she said, "Look, this really is crazy. We can get this out of our system, to a point. But that's it. There's no going all the way."

Chris smiled and walked toward her. She protested, "Seriously. I'll kiss you, but that's all. Nothing else. We get this out of our system and go back to normal. Got it?"

"Yes. Got it. Anything you want." And he took her face in his hands and kissed her. She moaned as he slid his hands down, massaging her tits, and then both ass cheeks. He could feel her pussy now pushing against his instantly hard cock again. Message received.

His hands went up the back of her shirt, and her bra was unclasped in an instant. He didn't have to wonder how she'd react because she instantly threw her arms up for him to peel the shirt and bra away, freeing her luscious tits, stark white with the tan lines that surrounded them, the same tan lines he'd probed carefully by the pool, wishing he could take those breasts entirely into his hands. Her head tilted back as he bent and sucked her nipples, then she pulled his shirt up and over his shoulders.

Chris spun her around, pressed himself against her bare back and reached around to finally enjoy taking her tits into his hands. As he massaged them thoroughly, she leaned back with a wide-open mouth, wildly seeking his tongue, which he jammed furiously into her mouth. He slid his hands down her flat belly, one went under the waistline and the other went to work unbuttoning those tight jeans.

She gasped as both hands found success. His right middle finger was inside her panties stroking her wet pussy lips! As he marveled at his good fortune to finally have access to a part of her that he could only dream about before, Chris's left hand managed to pop open Pru's jeans. As the zipper opened giving him greater reach into her crevice, she turned, "No, we can't. We can't."

She looked into his eyes as she said it, but she also stood unflinching while Chris's finger slowly continued caressing Pru's engorged clitoris, and his other hand returned to her tits. After a few more strokes around her clit, Pru's eyes fluttered, and she sighed. Chris said again, "Hey, anything you want," and he pulled his hand free from her pussy, putting his finger in his mouth, closing his eyes as he did it. "It's just..."

Unmoving still while Chris rubbed his hard cock up and down over her unzipped front, Pru stroked his arm, the same arm that currently was placing her pussy juice in his mouth, "What? It's just

what

?"

"I'd like to do just do one little thing. That's all." He looked from his finger to her eyes, "Please let me do this for you and for me. Let me taste you, that's all. Really."

He leaned in and kissed her. As she tasted her pussy on his mouth, she realized she'd never liked it when Sean wanted to kiss her after going down on her. Good girls don't do that, after all. This time, there was something different. She felt something welling up that drowned out her mother's warnings. Her pussy could feel it too.

"Ok, but that's all. Really. Then we're done."

Chris kissed his way down Pru's tanned body then shimmied her tight jeans and panties off as he knelt in front of her. She kicked off her shoes as he pulled all that was left of her clothes free from her ankles, then he kissed his way up both thighs and licked the wet slit surrounded by her thin blonde fur. As his tongue slipped inside, Pru put both hands behind his head and pulled his face into her and moaned.

He stood, took her by the hand, and laid her back on the couch, where he crouched between her legs and licked luxuriously, unbelieving at first that his tongue was now buried in this beautiful woman's most private spot. Pru turned her head to the side, closed her eyes, her mind flashing from Chris to Buck and back to Chris. Very soon, though, something began welling up deep inside. As the unexpected orgasm built, her mind was all on Chris, as he expertly worked two fingers inside her and tongued her clit rapidly. When he slowly slipped his other middle fingertip into her ass, she erupted into the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.