2
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.
