Ch. 13 Flickering Old Flames

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Flickering Old Flames

This is the thirteenth of "The Pru Chronicles." Although much of the story is embellished, some more liberally than others, there is an element of truth woven throughout. Originally, only one of the Chronicles was intended to fully be fiction, with one other based on very real conversations that were leading to the events described but stopped short. A few more plausible but fiction stories have since been woven in, this one included. Still, a sliver of this one is true...

Pru is a beautiful, vivacious, blue-eyed, natural platinum blonde. At 61, she looks 40 and is still turning heads, especially her husband's, Sean. Two years after moving away at the end of Chapter 12 - Still Riding, she and Sean had a kind of rediscovery and reconnection, leaving behind most of the old anxieties and dysfunction that had been between them for so long. After relighting their flame, they each had the idea that maybe it was time for the other to have some closure with an old flame who had contributed to those very anxieties and the ensuing dysfunction, and maybe that would extinguish any remaining anxieties between them.

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After months of difficult, exhausting, but productive conversations, Pru and Sean had finally managed to talk about the core issues that had kept them at odds throughout their marriage. As they progressed from hard talks to a new and heartwarming connection - one that felt for the first time in too many years like a soul-connection between them - their relationship and sex life improved in ways they may have dreamed but neither would have believed possible. With each next improvement, not only did they bask in new warmth and joy, but they also both found themselves looking back and searching for ways to make up for or correct the past and, in so doing, to reinforce the connection going forward.

Lying in bed together one night after some mind-blowing lovemaking, basking in the glow from their effort and the renewed connection and relationship, their thoughts again wandered to how far they'd come, mistakes made along the way, and the resulting missed opportunities for happier experiences together. Mixed up in those thoughts were the memories they each had of unsatisfied and unrequited old loves, some from before they were together and some since.

Sean kissed Pru's head and asked softly, "Hey, you're able to look back on your time dating CJ as a good memory, aren't you? I think you should, anyway."

"Yeah, I guess," she answered hesitantly, "not like I think about him really."

"No, I didn't mean that," he said. "I mean, you know that there's nothing you did before us that was wrong, right? That is, unless you didn't want to do it, whether with him or anyone else, for that matter. You should know that."

"Yeah, I know," she said quietly.

"Seriously, you widened a number of sexual boundaries with him, besides losing your virginity to him," Sean said. "I would want those to be good memories for you, like I said, as long as you wanted to do whatever you did together."

Pru shrugged, "I know, and they're mostly good memories. I've never liked how things ended, though. I would have liked it to be... I don't know, friendly, more mutual and mature, or something."

He nodded and kissed her head again, hugging her to reinforce his agreement.

She looked up at him and asked, "What about you? You still have some bad memories about Sharon, don't you?"

"Yeah, you know I do, and you know I deserve to since you were around back then, even if we weren't dating yet," he said with his own shrug.

"Oh yeah, we all thought she was a bitch and wondered when you'd figure it out," she said with a laugh.

"I got there," he said distantly. "Early on, she put on the sweet, southern belle face and was very nice, which went along just fine with her good looks. But she made any intimacy a torture drill. I mean, she begged me to, uh, fuck her, but then she ranted at me every time that I was leading her to do bad things that she didn't do. The spell was finally broken after I found out she had started begging other guys to fuck her too. I guess she didn't mind doing bad things after all, she just wanted me to be responsible for the guilt or something, no matter who she was fucking. Too bad, really, the sex was sometimes good until the ranting started afterward."

"Like I said... she was a bitch," Pru said, giving him a comforting hug.

As they both nodded off to sleep, they each came up with exactly the same idea: reach back to the other's unrequited former love and arrange an opportunity for their mate to have a chance for better closure in that relationship. Who knows, maybe it would help things along in their own relationship to tie off those loose ends?

They were both then stymied by the question, "How the hell do I do that?"

The answer came the next day when they decided to plan a three-day weekend trip near their old stomping grounds in New Mexico at the Inn of the Mountain Gods. It was a beautiful setting from which they could relive some old times, this time maybe doing a better job than the first. Privately, they also both came to the realization that this was an excellent opportunity to invite the former lover back for that "closure." As had become so common since they'd restored their close connection, they continued having the same ideas and taking the same actions, in this case getting busy planning what they each knew would be a fantastic surprise for the other.

After so many years of adamantly denying they'd been intimate at all, Pru had finally admitted she'd lost her virginity and then some to her old boyfriend and dance partner, CJ (Chapter 1 - Dark Rebound). It took only a couple of attempts at online searches for Sean to connect with him, and he didn't have to try very hard to convince CJ to be their guest at the Inn for the weekend in the hopes of helping her prove to herself that she'd left nothing regretfully undone. It was enough for lifelong bachelor CJ to be offered another crack at the beautiful blonde he'd last seen when she was 22 years old. Sean hoped also that perhaps one more visit him would help Pru silence some of the internal demons that had created problems between them for so long.

Similarly, Pru secretly hunted down and invited Sharon, Seans old girlfriend with whom he'd had a tempestuous sexual relationship that never quite reached its potential. It took a little more convincing with Sharon than it had with CJ. Besides not believing at first that Pru would really offer up her husband for the weekend, Sharon was still married herself, even if she was unsatisfied. Like Sean did with CJ, Pru hoped that one more visit with Sharon would give him the chance to revisit a once meaningful relationship, reach a better closure for them, and perhaps help him "even the score" for Pru's own [mis]adventures.

As part of the surprise that they each had in store for the other, Sean and Pru each booked an extra room at the Inn for the other and their mystery-guest to use in private.

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Two months later, Sean and Pru made the 10-hour road trip, both anxious and hopeful that their surprise would help things not just complicate them. After checking in, they showered and dressed for happy hour, playing dinner by ear.

Pru had picked out clothes for Sean: her favorite off-white, fitted polo shirt and thin, dark slacks, taking full advantage of his youthful and athletic appearance. He also laid out an outfit for her: a short, sleeveless halter dress that accentuated her cleavage, hips, and legs, leaving her back bare.

"No panties or bra, huh?" Pru asked as she surveyed her attire, smirking. "Does someone have something in mind while we're out?"

"Well," Sean said officiously, "we did come here for activity, did we not? I just thought this would help you start off with your mind in the right place, while also projecting a very nice and sexy vibe."

She kissed him then pulled the dress over her nude, tanned body, "Well, it's already working. And yes, I predict there will be some activity."

Pru and Sean strolled down to the bar. The décor was western and dark, made cave-like by the low lights, but the tunes were popular dance music. They walked in still holding hands, each looking around the room subtly for an expected face with growing anticipation. Pru saw Sharon first, nodding and smiling to her visibly nervous guest sitting alone in a booth toward the back. Sharon pursed her lips, and her eyes were wide in anticipation of some ugly scene that could turn this booty-call into a cat fight.

On the opposite side of the room at a high-top table near the dance floor sat CJ. Sean wasn't surprised to see that CJ looked anything but nervous. He was dressed for the party scene, a collared shirt opened midway down to reveal a clean and defined chest. His once Jerry-curled hair now in a closer, traditional 1" afro cut. He grinned at Sean but then had eyes only for Pru, clearly relishing the weekend ahead with her.

Pru and Sean stopped in their tracks just inside the dimly lit bar, each of them motioning for the other to look across the room to find their "special" visitor. They then snapped their gaze back at each other wide-eyed. They whispered urgently at the same time, "What the hell?!"

Pru saying, "No way! You invited CJ?! Holy shit!"

As Sean said, "Sharon's here?! What the fuck?!"

After a long pause blinking at each other and not finding the words, Sean sighed and said, "Look, I'll go talk with her," gesturing toward Sharon. "I think we had the same idea, so just go get reacquainted with CJ. After we've all had a drink and broken the ice a little, maybe the four of us can talk. We'll see how that goes and take things from there. If it turns out to be a waste of time, then so be it. Ok?"

Pru nodded her head slowly, saying, "Ok, sure. But... CJ, really?! Why him? I told you that I haven't been dreaming about him all these years, remember?"

"I didn't say you were," he said, "but you know why him. Why not go right back to your first, where you also first got mixed up, and where you've never seemed satisfied with how things went? Besides, you aren't the one who has to go over to talk to the bitch queen, who I definitely haven't been pining away for"

She smiled and kissed him, saying, "Oh, stop. Just try to be nice." She glanced at CJ and sighed, adding, "I guess I will too."

Pru watched Sean turn and walk away before pivoting toward CJ. She cocked her head and gave her old boyfriend her best sultry expression as she strutted across the dance floor, intentionally performing as he ogled her. He was dressed as she would have expected, but a more mature version than his Michael Jackson impersonator days. He still looked every bit of the club animal she had known in their 20s.

He narrowed his eyes as Pru crossed the dancefloor, looking her up and down in the outfit her husband had chosen for her. Thin, white tan-lines ran down her shoulders and disappeared into the top of the yellow halter dress, which tied behind her neck and held her braless tits up and out. Her bare back was as enticing as the thought of where those tan lines led down to - areas he remembered vividly from their younger days.

When she was closer, he stood and said with a smirk, "Well, well, well, girl. Still the hottest girl on the floor, I see!"

She kissed his cheek and hugged him, saying, "It's dark in here, and you obviously can't see that well. But thanks anyway."

He shook his head slowly, his hands running down her body to her hips, and said, "No, you still feel round in all the right places." His hands reached around to her pantyless ass, and he paused, wondering if she was really commando under her dress.

She looked up at him with a playful frown. CJ stared into her eyes briefly, lightly squeezed both cheeks, dipping his fingertips into the crevice. Satisfied that he'd answered his own question, he gave her a lingering kiss on the lips.

Startled, Pru pulled her head back and said, "Oh... well, hello to you too! You look like you've hardly aged and feel like it too! Someone's been taking good care of himself."

A sly smile flashed on his face, and he pressed her to him, saying, "You think so, do you?"

She batted her eyes and followed his lead, swinging her hips slightly to brush her mons across him, saying softly, "I sure do, although I can't say I've felt everything."

"Hmm, we are going to see about that later," he answered, pressing his growing bulge into her.

She took a deep breath and kissed him on the mouth, her tongue darting across his lips, then said, "Promises, promises." She pulled away and sat on a tall chair across the small table from him, motioning for him to sit so they could catch up a little.

CJ waved a waitress over, looked quizzically at Pru, then ordered, "Two bourbon and sevens... I think. Is that still your drink?"

Pru laughed and said, "It is, and I'm impressed that you remember."

He looked first at the tanned and well-toned legs on display with her dress hiked up and then noticed how nicely her cleavage was displayed, saying, "I remember a lot of things, but I'm looking forward to finding out how good my memory is this weekend."

She took a deep breath and smiled, thinking, Oh shit, maybe Sean made a good choice after all!

On the other side of the dance floor, Sharon wore the proverbial little black dress. Although it - and she - were broader in the hips than the younger women who typically wore that dress, she knew she was sexy it, with her round hips and ass and fuller breasts half popping out of the low neck. Her thick, dark eye liner accentuated her already alluring large and deep brown eyes, and the dark burgundy lipstick was another sexy touch. Her short, black, high-heel zip-up boots worked with the dress and her makeup, just short of suggesting she was a high-dollar working girl. Sean was captivated seeing that she had evolved from a pretty girl to a voluptuous and sexy woman in their lifetime apart, and he was surprised that the dread he felt walking toward her had given way to curiosity.

Sharon liked what she saw of Sean, helped by Pru having dressed him in a close-fitting ensemble which showed off his athletic build and natural boyish appearance, looking 20 years younger than he was. She could also see that her sexy appearance was having the intended effect on her former boyfriend.

She stood and said hesitantly in her best East Texas drawl, turning one simple syllable into two, "Hey-ey!"

Sean smiled, hugging his old girlfriend and saying, "Hey, back. This sure is a surprise, but you still feel very nice!"

Six inches shorter than him, she pressed her face to his chest and her heavy boobs to his midriff, gushing, "This is crazy! What am I doing here?! I don't do things like this!"

Sean hugged her, and she squeezed him tightly, both imagining a good weekend of rediscovering each other. She saw Pru and CJ kiss across the bar, then looked up at Sean and said with a grin, "Seems like they're getting off to a friendlier start than we are."

Sean glanced over at them, then looked down and returned the smile. He gave her a lingering kiss on her dark lips, and after a few moments, she sighed and opened her mouth. Their tongues met tentatively, twisting together for the first time in a very long time, both instantly remembering the other's taste and touch.

She slid into the booth, and he sat next to her, their backs to the wall. He ordered a couple of drinks, and she said in an affected flustered tone, "Margaritas? You know what tequila does to me, right, just like the song says? Is that what kind of girl you think I am now?!"

"I guess that's what we're here to find out, huh?" he said with a laugh, patting her bare thigh.

"Oh my! What you must think of me!" she exclaimed, her hand slipping into his lap, just below his now-growing erection.

Both couples chatted, nervously at first, then more naturally. When the first round of drinks was gone, Pru looked across the bar at Sean and Sharon, then said to CJ, "Come on. You haven't met his bitchy old girlfriend. Let's get that over with."

They walked across the dancefloor, arms around each other and slid into the other side of the booth, Pru across from Sharon. After introductions, conversation became awkward again, as the couples worked to pretend this was normal. After two more rounds of drinks, CJ casually slipped his hand over Pru's thigh, sliding her dress up a few inches as he caressed her bare skin. He smirked at Sean, then saw Sharon grinning at him as she slipped her hand higher in Sean's lap just as casually.

CJ kissed Pru's cheek, his hand inching up further as he said to Sean, "Yep, just like old times, whenever and wherever I wanted."

Sean shrugged, "Mm, hmm. Whatever you say, dude."

Seeing they'd probably gotten as much as they were going to out of any conversation, Pru announced, "I think it's time to dance. Let's see if you still got it, old man."

"Old man?" CJ asked with a grin. "Girl, please. You know I'm the one who taught you the moves." He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Turning to run his hands down her torso to her hips, he pulled her close and said with a smile, "Let's see if we can still move together on the floor like we used to, then we can go on to the other moves I taught you back then." She blushed but moved her hips with the beat, a familiar firmness pressing into her mons as she pressed herself to him, allowing him to guide her body as he chose.

CJ slipped a hand over her ass, cupping it as he said, "Oh yeah, that's it, girl. This is just like the old days."

She pressed herself more firmly against him and nuzzled his neck, "Mmm, hmmm."

Sharon glanced from Pru and CJ to Sean and said, "Looks like they're not wasting any time."

"Shall we join them?" Sean asked.

Seeing how Pru moved and not wanting to pale in comparison, Sharon shook her head, "Let's wait for a slow one." While they waited and watched the other couple dance, she made up for it by spreading her legs just a little, and placing his hand on the inside of her thigh, pushing the already short hemline up. She batted her eyes at him innocently, then began rubbing her fingertips between his legs, quickly getting her desired response.

Sean looked down with a smile. Sharon shrugged and returned a sly smile before craning her neck up to kiss him. They made out through the next two songs until she got her wish for a slow one, choosing a corner of the dance floor opposite Pru and CJ.

Not yet comfortable pushing too hard with his tempestuous former girlfriend, Sean let her set the pace of any touching. Just as in the booth, he shouldn't have been concerned. She wasn't shy, placing one of his hands over one of her boobs as they swayed together, one of hers caressing his hard-on through his pants.

A head taller, Sean looked over her head, watching as Pru's hands were laced behind CJ's neck, his hands were on her ass, and they were kissing enthusiastically. Still kissing, CJ raised his gaze and winked at Sean, then ran the fingertips of one hand deep into the crevice of Pru's ass. Her only reaction was to sway her hips more and kiss him more passionately.

Sean shrugged and smiled to himself, then lifted Sharon's face up and kissed her again. Her grip tightened on his shaft and her kiss was almost desperate in its energy.

By the end of the song, neither couple remained interested in dancing. Pru looked at Sean and motioned to the door with a question on her face. He smiled and nodded. She said something into CJ's ear, and they walked off the dance floor, his hand firmly holding her ass. Pru blew a kiss to Sean as she and CJ walked out the door. Upstairs, they stopped briefly at Pru and Sean's room to pick up her makeup bag and a change of clothes for the morning, then headed to CJ's room at the end of the hall.

Pru and CJ's conversation was superficial and nervous until they were approaching his room. He looked sideways at her before pulling her closer as they walked. She glanced at him with a smile, and after a few more steps, his hand dropped from her hip and back to her ass. She sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked.

He unlocked the door with his his free hand but not taking the other from her ass until she walked past him to go inside. She laid her clothes on the desk, then stepped into the bathroom with her makeup bag. He was standing in the middle of the room, waiting for her when she came back in. Repeating her entrance into the bar, she strutted across the room to him, raising her arms to his neck and craning her own for a passionate kiss. His hands were all over her as they made up for more than 40 years apart, both instantly remembering the sensations.

Pru felt his hands fumbling on the back of her neck. Seconds later her dress was untied, and he peeled it down to her waist. Still kissing, she shimmied it to the floor, now wearing only her heels as they continued kissing.

She broke the kiss, although CJ was still holding her close. She sighed and said, "I guess I don't have any place to hide this old body now, do I?"

He held her at arm's length and shook his head, "You don't want to hide this fine body, do you? I know I don't want you to. Seriously, damn!"

She pressed in and said, "Well this is hardly fair." In response, he unbuttoned and threw off his shirt.

Pru ran her hands over a much more defined chest than she remembered and felt her body already stirring in response. She said, "Hmmm, that's more like it, but that's not all, is it?" Resuming their deep kiss, her hands went to work opening his pants. After slipping her hand into his silk boxers, she said, "Now that's starting to bring back some memories!"

Before he could answer, she knelt, freeing his fully erect cock. The long, thick and dark shaft, and the wide and lighter head were instantly familiar. She whispered, "Ooooh, hello! I have missed you!"

She glanced up at him, then back at the beautiful brown cock that she had once spent so much time with. Pru kissed the tip hesitantly, then the shaft more tenderly in several places, before returning to the head and lightly licking the precum from the tip.

CJ said softly, "Is this more to your liking, girl?"

She didn't answer. Her eyes were transfixed on his cock, and she pushed his pants and boxers to his ankles. He lifted each foot so she could pull them off with his shoes and socks. She looked behind him, then placed a hand on his stomach, gently pushing him backward two steps, and he sat on the couch that was right behind him.

His eyes narrowed as he sat back, his arms spread across the back of couch and his knees parted widely, his thick cock standing up and pointing at her. Still on her knees, she shuffled closer, running her hands from his knees to his thighs, one hand then cradling his heavy balls and the other caressing and holding the shaft. She looked up at his muscular body, kissed the head of his cock again, and whispered, "Oh yes, I like this chiseled piece of ebony art very much."

She bowed her head over his lap, opening her mouth wide and sucking the head in, taking it out to swirl her tongue around it, then inhaling half of the shaft back into her mouth. He had both hands on her head, running the fingers through her hair and pressing her face down, burying more of himself in her mouth.

He relaxed his grip when he felt her pull up. Pru held the shaft up to lick his balls and as far below them as she could reach with her tongue, then asked, "Is this more to your liking, boy?"

CJ chuckled, held his shaft at the base with one hand, clenched his fingers in her hair and pulled her face back to the head of his cock with the other hand, saying, "Oh yes. I thought you gave great head when you were 20, but this..."

His voice trailed off as she went to work, bobbing her mouth over his huge cock, licking the head after every three or four strokes. She switched from her mouth to stroking him with a hand periodically, diving her face down each time to suck each ball and lick his peritoneum.

Now working the shaft more intently, she sucked harder as his cum exploded into her mouth, and her hand kept working the shaft, making sure she got it all. The only sounds were her slurping, CJ moaning loudly, and then a satisfied, "Mmmmmm," from Pru as memories of so many times she'd tasted his cum years ago swirled through her head, reminding her how much she had enjoyed swallowing then too. That thought made her blush, but she smiled as her guilty pleasure had also had the effect of making herself very wet.

He held her head as she finished licking the shaft and head clean, and he almost cooed, "Damn girl! That was good!"

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Sean and Sharon had waited a few minutes before they left the bar too, giving Pru and CJ time to make it to his room without running into them for another awkward moment. Like the others, they retrieved Sean's shaving kit and a change of clothes before heading to her room at the opposite end of the hall from CJ's.

They walked holding hands, Sharon chattering nervously about nothing to fill the silence. When she unlocked the door, she opened and stood with her back against it, a lusty look beckoning him closer. They kissed, and she hooked a leg around his, already moaning.

He ran a hand through her long, dark and silky hair, amazed at how exactly he remembered the taste of her mouth after so many years. Still pinned to the door and making out, Sharon unbuckled Sean's belt and pants and had her hand around his shaft, breathing hard. The door across the hall opened with a loud click, startling Sharon, who looked around Sean at the strangers who had stopped in their doorway to stare. She giggled and said, "Sorry, honeymoon..."

She pulled Sean into the room, hung the "do not disturb" sign on the knob, then let it slam closed with another giggle. She latched onto him again, kissing him almost in a frenzy before pushing him into the room without a word. At the couch, she fumbled through undoing and dropping his pants, before hurriedly unhooking the back of her short dress and letting it fall to her feet.

"Now that's a sexy look," Sean said, admiring her black bra and panties and running his hands down her side to her narrow waist and wide hips.

She smiled, hands on her hips, and said, "I bet you haven't forgotten my girls, have you?"

He looked puzzled, and she unhooked and dropped her bra, freeing her D-cup boobs, while he grinned and kicked his clothes to the side. Now smiling back, he said, "I think I had forgotten that body."

She snorted and nodded at the pants around his ankles and his shoes, "Hah! You're about to get a reminder, now take those all the way off off!"

She slipped her panties off, then grunted as she pushed him back to sit on the couch and straddled him in a single motion. With her thick thighs spread wide around him, she held his shaft in place and dropped down, taking him deep inside with a loud groan, "Ahhhh!"

Surprised again by how familiar her warm vagina felt on his shaft, Sean gripped her ass, pulling her up and back as he began fucking her. Impatient with his slow pace, Sharon took over, ramping up again to a frenetic pace as years of imagining this moment drove her. With her aggressiveness and energy, it didn't take him long, and when she felt him cumming so deeply in her pussy, she all but yelled, "Yesss!"

She pumped faster, seemingly oblivious to his presence, and he sat back to watch the show. When her orgasm came, she kept flexing her hips and driving onto his cock, although the spasms led to slower, hard thrusts. She collapsed against him out of breath, and said, "God knew I needed that! Sorry I got a little crazy."

He laughed and shook his head, "Don't apologize. I don't mind sexy women losing control on top of me."

She looked offended, and said, "Was that funny? I thought you'd like it. I guess I'm not what you're used to?"

He squeezed her curvy ass and pulled her down, driving his shaft a little deeper, and said, "Come on now, it's supposed to be fun. And it was. It was great. I have some more in mind, unless you're unhappy now."

She held her boobs up, admiring them, and said, "You don't think I've gotten too old do you? I mean, I'm not built like Pru."

"Last time I checked, an important part of me is still inside you and ready for more. So no, I apparently don't think anything other than wanting more. And right now, that means you not Pru, who isn't here," he said with a sigh.

She kissed him and said, "I know, I'm sorry! I don't know what comes over me sometimes."

Sharon dismounted, walked to the bed, and pulled down the bedcovers. Watching her nude, plump body, Sean thought, I'm pretty sure I know what bat shit crazy comes over you. The trick is keeping that shit bottled up until we're done! Everyone was right back in the day, I dodged a bullet with this one!

He climbed into bed, planting himself immediately on top of her and between her legs. She giggled, "My, my! Someone is randy!"

Looking down at the thin black triangle of hair surrounding her pussy, he smiled at his 40-year-old memories of that same sight, and it was unchanged. Surveying her body as his eyes roved back up, he realized her skin, nipples, neck, lips, eyes - everything - were all the same, with just a little more roundness here and there. And that roundness had done wonders for her bust! With that observation he began sucking one nipple, then the other, while she moaned.

Hard again, he pushed inside, and she gasped, "Already! Oh my God, you're bad!"

He looked in her eyes, picturing her in the same position years before, and his erection grew stronger. He took his time with long, deliberate thrusts, making love to her like he'd always wanted, but never really had.

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When Pru had finished licking CJ's spent shaft, he pushed her back gently and stood, pulling her to her feet as he did. He kissed her deeply, his hands all over her body, and said, "Now it's time for me to finally get back into my pussy! You remember that's what you are, right?" For emphasis, he circled a fingertip over her clit.

"I remember that you liked to call me that," Pru said quietly. "Sean may have a different opinion of whose it belongs to nowadays."

"Sean?" he asked with a chuckle. "I don't remember him being around back when I was breaking you in. Doesn't matter, when I finish with you, you're going to be overflowing with my juice, and he won't have an empty spot to fuck for a while. Oh, this is still my pussy, and I want it now."

He took her to the bed, laid her on her back, and spread her legs, lying between them and grinning greedily at her wet and swollen labia. Just like when she was servicing him, CJ's skill with his tongue on and in her pussy brought back many arousing memories. It felt just as fantastic as she'd remembered, and she held his head flipping between the immediate, wonderful sensations, and those she was reliving in her mind. This time, she was experienced enough to give in to the orgasm his expert tongue and fingers brought her and not be intimidated by the incredible feelings.

Pru was still catching her breath, when CJ spread her legs wider and crawled over her. Propped on his elbows, he grinned and paused. Looking into his eyes, she brought her knees up slowly, brushing them along his hips as her fingers glided over his back. Although she tried to keep eye contact, her growing anticipation drew her attention to the shaft hanging down, the wide head resting heavily over her belly button.

She flexed her hips up, signaling to him that she was not just ready but impatient for it. He looked down then back to her eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

She pursed her lips, flexed her hips again, but didn't speak.

He sighed, reached down and hefted his tool, bouncing it lightly on her belly. He spoke in a more serious voice, "Say it. I want to hear you tell me what you want."

She reached down and stroked his shaft, saying in a near-whisper, "You know what I want."

He kissed her hard, pulling his hips back and wedging the head between her labia but stopped. She flexed again, more urgently, easing the tip in a little more. He said, "No, if you want it, you have to tell me what you want, girl. This ain't like the old days when I had to talk you into everything. If you want it, you gotta say it."

She wrapped her legs around him, and gripped his ass with one hand, and his shaft with the other. She looked him in the eye and said in a pleading voice, "I want this inside me - all of it. I want you to fill me up!"

"Do you?" he asked as he pushed the glans inside. "Do you still remember how much you loved this?" She took a deep breath and nodded, pulling him toward her desperately with both hands.

"Whose pussy is this?" He asked with a smile. When she didn't answer, he frowned and pulled back, the glans on the verge of popping back out.

"It's your pussy right now!" she gasped. "Now put that beautiful brown dick in me!"

"That a girl!" His face was serious as he drove slowly into her sopping vagina in a single stroke, not stopping until he bottomed out, his balls pressed firmly to her ass.

"Yesssssss! Oh fuck, just like I remembered!" Pru screamed in delight as CJ's large tool stretched her pussy, bringing back even more sexy memories from their nights together.

As he began stroking in and out of her, CJ kissed her, his own memories flooding back, recalling how much he had loved fucking the beautiful and virginal blonde. The warmth of those thoughts held him in check, and rather than pounding into her now that he was finally there again, he took his time, loving and living each stroke. Had he thought about it more deeply, he'd have realized this was the first time he had made love to Pru, not simply fucked her like she was just another piece of ass.

He did realize, however, that Pru's body felt like the same perfect fit for him now as it had years ago, at least once he stretched her out. Her pussy gripped his shaft perfectly, and she responded happily to every balls-deep thrust, as the immense head reshaped her cervix and uterine wall. With each stroke, her pussy seemed to flood even more, her juice flowing down her between her legs and his balls.

He kissed her again, trying to give his tongue the same joyful experience his cock was feeling. When his balls were ready to pulse, he continued thrusting at the same pace but much more firmly. He groaned, "Damn, I love this pussy!"

"Then fill me up with that huge thing! Shoot it into me!" Pru moaned back. Her orgasm took off at that moment. Not yet fully over the climax he had just delivered with his tongue, this one started stronger and ebbed and flowed like a series of progressively higher waterfalls. She couldn't decide whether to scream, laugh, or cry as her body shook.

CJ jammed his cock in and held it as deeply as he could while pulse after pulse blasted into her. He looked down between his legs, captivated by the sight of her stark white and pink pussy stretched around his dark cock, her wispy blonde hair interlaced with his short black curls, her outer lips partly enveloping his balls. He threw his head back and began thrusting again, "Oh, fuck! We never should have stopped doing this!"

"Don't stop now either!" Pru yelled. "Oh... my... God! It is soooo good! I don't know if I can stop!"

He fucked her harder, putting his head back down and kissing her franticly. As she moaned, he said, "I told you this is still my pussy! You know this is the only cock you need!"

Her body finally calming, Pru let out a long, deep breath, kissed him, and said in a sleepy voice, "That was nice, that's for sure. That one took it out of me."

Pausing with his semi-rigid shaft still inside the exhausted Pru, CJ smirked, "Rest up, girl. I know you're gonna want more." She rolled to her side, and he slipped behind her. He rested his wet and spent cock along the crevice of her ass and an arm reached over her to cradle her boobs, as she settled into what had long been her favorite post-coital position, where she could feel a lover's wet cock still pressing against her. She drifted into sleep with several thoughts stirring: profound sexual satisfaction, a growing sense of calm and closure with her regretted memories of previous lovers, and, oddly, an unexpectedly reinforced sense of warmth and peace in her relationship with Sean. She also now remembered and was no longer amused by her old lover claiming ownership over her pussy.

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Always a light sleeper, Sean woke a few hours later and found Sharon fast asleep on the other side of the bed. He pulled the covers down and admired her curvy body. He cozied up next to her, one hand gliding up her thighs to her voluminous ass and smooth back.

She woke groggily, and asked, "What time is it? It can't be time to get up is it?"

He smiled and eased her shoulder back, turning her to her back before reaching down to massage her mons.

"Sean, stop it," she whined. "We did that already, and I'm tired. You don't think I can just do that all the time, do you? Go to sleep!" She turned to her side, facing away.

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Two hours after dozing off, as cozy as it felt to sleep with CJ's warm body and large shaft pressed into Pru's backside, it was also convenient when he woke to a new and raging erection. He lifted her leg gently and maneuvered the head between her legs. Her deep breathing changed to his touch, but she didn't wake fully.

When he slipped the head slowly inside, she shifted her body, reached behind him to pull him against her, and murmured, "Mmmm, again?"

He grinned, gripped her hip and drove in deeper, saying, "You know you want it!"

"Hmmm, aren't you tired?" she asked groggily, but her hand still pulled him tightly to her and she raised her leg to give him better access.

She felt the big muscle thrust into her firmly, and he grunted, "I'm wide awake, girl, and you're about to be too!" He rolled over her, rotating her to her stomach, then pulled her hips up and began plowing into her in a steady rhythm. Seeing that she quickly rallied and arched her ass up for him, he smiled broadly, and smacked her right cheek, saying happily, "That's what I'm talking about! You want it now, don't you?!"

"Shhh," she said, smiling back at him, "just give it to me."

He grasped both of her shoulders and fucked her with long, pounding thrusts. He let go frequently, but just long enough to smack her ass, alternating from side to side. As both cheeks reddened more deeply, he leaned down to say in her ear, "Whenever I want it, however I want it, just like always!"

When he came, he pulled her hips back, lifting her from the bed, and rocking back on his haunches with her straddling and leaning back against him. She took over thrusting herself onto his long rod and reached down to massage his balls, while he steadied her with one hand on her shoulder and the other planted behind him for balance. He grunted into her ear, "Cum for me now. Show me how much you love that black dick!"

"Ohhhh," she moaned, "there it is, there it is! I do love it! I'm cumming!" She bent forward, propping herself up with her arms, slamming her sloppy pussy over the huge cock in jerks and spasms. This one took longer than usual, passing after several repeating waves. She was out of breath when she collapsed on the bed on her stomach.

"One more thing, before you go back to sleep, though," he said, moving to the head of the bed. She looked to her side to see him kneeling by her head, holding his dripping and half-erect member and smiling.

Pru sighed and leaned over, engulfing the head and several more inches with her mouth, sucking and licking their combined juices from it. She took it out of his hand with one of hers and held it where she could lick the bottom of his shaft and slurp his balls, before finishing with both sides and the top of the shaft. She planted a final kiss on the head and laid head down, saying sleepily, "I hope you're happy now. Good night, again."

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Sean was awake before sunrise that morning, as usual for him. Hearing Sharon's deep breathing, he wondered if he should rouse her for some morning sex. The longer he pondered, the more he remembered their tension from years ago and the hints of it last night. He chose to gather his stuff and sneak back to his room for a shower and then find some coffee and a paper to bring in the new day quietly. He couldn't help but wonder if Pru's night had gone any better than his, but, judging by what he had seen on the dance floor, he was pretty sure it had.

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After a late and tiring night, Pru was awake at 8am. CJ was still asleep, half uncovered, looking as masculine and sexy as he had the night before. She sat up and looked around the room, rolling her eyes at herself when she realized she was nude and a little sore between her legs. She eased out of bed and padded to the bathroom.

She took her time in the hot shower, washing away the remnants of last night's lovemaking and some older, deeper stains with them. She dressed in a short, khaki skirt and loose, sleeveless Hawaiian shirt, her natural blonde hair rounding out her youthful, hot look. She gathered her things, took a breath, then stepped into the room.

The curtains were pulled back and sunlight filled the room. Seeing their clothes in piles by the couch restarted her mental replay of the night before. She heard CJ's voice, "Going somewhere so soon?"

"I was awake and didn't want to wake you," she said with a smile when she saw him sitting up in the middle of the bed. "I guess I was too loud anyway."

"Too loud? No, that was last night. I just woke up this morning when I noticed that my fine, warm pussy wasn't here," he said matter-of-factly and patting the bed next to him.

She sighed, climbing onto the bed and sitting next to and facing him. He pushed the sheet down from his waist, uncovering his flaccid but still impressive member, as he looked her in the eyes with a raised brow.

"Yep, there he is," she said with a weak smile, reaching over to pet it lightly.

His hand glided over her thigh and up her skirt, petting her mons through her panties similarly. Lifting his dark shaft in his other hand, he said, "I'll go shower real quick, and then maybe we'll..."

While he showered, Pru rolled her dress and shoes together, setting them with her makeup bag on the desk. She sat pensively on the foot of the bed until he came out, naked, erect, and grinning, "Now then, where were we?"

She sighed and said again, "Oh yeah, now there he is. Fine, chiseled ebony art... but trouble."

Standing in front of her, his erection almost in her face, he asked, "What trouble? It didn't seem to bother you last night when you couldn't get enough."

"I know," she answered quietly. "You're right. I wanted every inch of it."

"And every drop," he interjected, bouncing his cock a few times.

"That too," she said, leaning forward to kiss the head. "But I think we may have done what we needed to do, at least for me to get some things straight in my head."

"Really?" he asked, perplexed. "You telling me you don't want to suck this thing again and ride on it until you can't walk? I thought that's why we were here. A chance to remember what it was like when I broke you in!"

She shrugged, "Something like that, and it was nice... very nice." She took the shaft in her hand, then licked and kissed the head. "But that was then. Back when you 'broke me in,' as you say, I was young and stupid, and you treated me like just another piece of ass. Whatever I once felt for you, last night reminded me that's all I was... all I ever would have been to you."

He looked confused, "I don't know about that. I would have treated you special."

Still holding and admiring his erect shaft, Pru chuckled, "Well I do know about that. You'd have treated me like 'your pussy' — and your property — while doing the same with any other girl that came along."

He stroked her hair, pulling her head closer, and said, "Come on, now, Pru. What other girls?"

Nuzzling his warm cock against the side of her face, she looked up at him and smirked, "Who could count them? How about Deana, the dance studio owner, as just one example? Remember me catching you two fucking while you swore to her that she was the one. Let's see, what was it you said to her about me? Oh yeah, 'Her pussy is nice, but it's not yours!' (Chapter 1 - Dark Rebound)?"

"Aw come on, Pru," he whined, "man's gotta say he's gotta say, to do what he's gotta do... The others never meant anything like you, even Deana."

Smiling again, she kissed the sticky head again then nudged him around her to sit on the bed beside her, his erection still standing tall and beautiful. "Trust me, I know the truth, and I can handle it just fine. What I mean is that we were never going to be more than that - than whatever this was - as fun as it was. But I can now stop beating myself up for breaking up with you over it. Even if I didn't fully understand why at that young age, I was right."

"Yeah, yeah. So that's it?" he asked quietly. "You got what you wanted last night, the answers to some old worries, another wild night with me on the dark side, and now it's back to suburbia with white bread Sean?"

"Something like that," she said, "except the last bit about Sean. I wouldn't call him 'white bread'."

He shrugged, "Yeah, whatever." He hefted his shaft for emphasis, "No more of this, and your pussy is settling for the white boy again."

"Right, and more happily than you can imagine," she said with a sparkle in her eye, "More happily than I ever imagined, in fact. And just for the record, this was always my pussy. Still is."

They sat quietly for a few minutes, his erection slowly fading. She pivoted from the bed to kneel in front of him, leaning against his knees. Her hands stroked his thighs and hips, and she looked up at him and said, "Look, I'm happy that we added a better last memory between us. It was great. Can we leave it at that and part as former lovers who still think of each other as old friends?"

He nodded, ran his fingers through her hair, and said, "Sure. It was a great night, alright." After a pause, he laughed and said, "But if I'd known that was it, I'd have kept you up all night!"

She smiled and said, "One more thing then, since you came all this way and to thank you for the memories, new and old. After this let's go down to get some coffee and part in peace." Before he could answer, she kissed both of his knees, then spread them with her hands. She leaned forward and held his shaft up, giving her better access to his balls, and licked them slowly and thoroughly.

As he watched Pru enjoying the taste of his balls, CJ slid forward, partially off the edge of the bed, and raised his hips, spreading his legs wider and pushing her head lower. She grinned at him and worked her tongue lower over his peritoneum, just tickling the edge of his dark rosebud, while slowly stroking his massive and renewed erection. As she went lower, CJ groaned, "That's it, girl, taste it all!"

She worked her way back up to his balls and shaft, then went to work in earnest taking the head as deeply into her mouth as she could while her hands stroked the base and balls. He leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying her oral skill and fondly remembering many nights long ago that had ended the same way.

Twenty minutes after Pru had finished her last-ever blowjob for her former lover, the two of them had delivered her things to her room. While there, she saw that Sean had already done the same, and she and CJ walked to the dining room downstairs.

Pru and CJ found Sean in a booth alone, drinking coffee and finishing a Wall Street Journal. He looked up and said cheerfully, "Good morning, you two. Everyone have a good night?"

She kissed Sean's cheek and slid in next to him. He smiled broadly and scooted in further to give her room as CJ sat opposite them, answering Sean, "Great night, dude. This girl sure loves to, uh... dance."

"I guess you were one of the first to know that, huh?" Sean asked breezily.

CJ smiled and said, "Pretty sure, but she got the hang of it really fast. I have to say, though, she's got some new, uh... dance moves."

Pru gripped Sean's hand and kicked CJ under the table, "Ok, he gets it!"

Sean shot an amused glance at Pru, and CJ said quickly, "Ok, ok. I'm just saying, I hope he does get it. If not, you obviously know how to find me, and I'll be happy to get it."

Pru blushed and Sean said, "Hmmm, sounds like I hope I do too. I'll be sure to as soon as possible and let you know."

CJ winked at Pru, she kissed Sean's cheek again and whispered into his hear, "Don't worry, you will, husband."

Sharon joined them thirty minutes later. More reserved and quieter than the night before, she scooted in next to CJ and sat nervously before saying to the all of them, "I don't know what got into me last night. I hope you'll all just forget anything I said or did. You know what they say about tequila, don't you?"

Sean and Pru didn't answer, but CJ said, "I'm sure tequila had something to do with it, but you looked like you wanted it girl."

Sharon looked shocked and asked Sean, "Are you going to let him talk that way to me?"

Sean shrugged and winked at CJ, then said to Sharon, "I took it as a compliment to you, actually."

She whispered across the table, "Are you mad at me for something? Why are you saying that, and why did you leave before I got up?"

He glanced quickly at Pru, then at Sharon, saying in a quiet tone, but not a whisper, "Hey, who's mad? It was nice. You got all worked up about not being 'that kind of girl,' and everything being my fault. I just left that subject alone. When I woke up early, like I always do, I went back to my room, showered up, and came down here for some coffee and the paper. It's all good."

"Well, I don't think it was very gentlemanly, that's all," she hissed, then turned her attention to the breakfast menu. Sean sighed, tucked his paper away, and sipped his coffee while the others ate.

Pru asked, "What do you think about going down the hill to see the old sights? You know, a trip down memory lane from our early days?"

He grinned and nodded, "I was thinking the same thing. I can still use my consultant badge to get us on base, and we go by the house, the club, and anywhere you want in town."

She squeezed his hand under the table and said, "That sounds perfect!"

Sharon glared from Pru to Sean, then huffed, "Well, I didn't come out here to go back to Mayberry RFD with you two. I think I'd rather stay at the pool and see if they have a bar."

Sean shrugged, "That's fine too. Stay here and have fun. There's nothing wrong with that at all. We'll be sure to be back here for dinner."

CJ looked at Pru and said, "I guess I'll stay here too, then. The pool bar does sound better than following you two around."

Pru said softly, "I hope that's ok. I'm not trying to ditch you here all by yourself."

He looked at Sharon who was pouting, "I won't be by myself. Maybe we'll have some drinks together at the pool." She sighed but didn't respond.

There wasn't much conversation while they ate. As they stood to leave, Sharon stood close to Sean, taking his arm and whispering urgently, "I know you wanted me to do what all men want," Sharon said, "I should have. I will, you know. I don't know why I didn't last night. I guess I didn't want you to think I was that kind of girl."

He smiled and kissed her cheek, "Hey, it was great. Don't worry about what kind of girl I think you are." They walked out of the restaurant arm in arm, as did Pru and CJ.

In the lobby, Sean asked Pru, "Need anything upstairs before we take off?"

She shook her head, kissed CJ's cheek, and said, "No, I'm all set."

Sean hugged Sharon and said, "Alright then, you two have a good afternoon, and we'll see you this evening. We'll text when we know what time we'll be back from Mayberry and can be ready for dinner."

Sharon crossed her arms, glaring from Sean to Pru. She hissed, "Fine, go. Whatever. I guess I was only good for last night."

Sean smirked, "Come on, Sharon, that's not true. We're going to see some places we spent some good times at a long time ago. You'll have a fine time at the resort pool and bar, and you'll have CJ to keep you company. I'll see you in a little while."

She turned and marched to the elevator without another word. Pru and CJ waved at each other before he turned to follow Sharon to the elevator and Pru and Sean walked outside to their car.

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It took a few minutes driving from the mountains into town before Pru broke the silence, "Well, once a bitch always a bitch, huh?" When Sean didn't answer, she said, "Oh, sorry, I know Sharon's your date for the weekend, and that she was my idea. But did I make the wrong choice? Was the night worth it, or should I have asked if you'd want someone else?"

"Oh, I don't know," he said uncomfortably.

She prodded him, "Come on, now. We both know what we're here for this weekend, so... was it what you would have hoped? Did it remind you of when you two were a thing, even if the rest of us thought she was a bitch?"

"Well... yes, to the last question. She reminded me that I liked her curves, the dark eyes, even the thin, black hair, uh... around her pussy." He paused, then continued, "Well, I guess we're talking about it now, right? Anyway, she's sexier now, less of a bitchy young girl, but she's still the same self-centered and complicated bitch you remember."

Looking like she wanted more, Pru cajoled him with a laugh, "And...? The sex? Any better than her dance moves?"

He bobbed his head back and forth searching for how to answer, and then said, "Well, she felt good, yes. Felt exactly like I remembered, inside... if you know what I mean. It's funny that her tits are bigger now. I didn't think that's what happened when women aged. I guess that's from having kids, but they're real and a nice upgrade. What else? The kissing was good. That also felt exactly like I remembered."

"But?"

"Eh, she at least didn't berate me for wanting to cum inside her or for leading her into sin like she always did when we were younger. That was an improvement at least," Sean said. "On the other hand, sex for her is all about her, not what she can do for the man. So, it could only ever be so good... kinda like having a relationship with her. I don't think I needed any closure, but I definitely know it now."

Pru smiled to herself and nodded. Sean asked, "Ok... So, what about you and CJ? Did I get that wrong, was he not something you needed closure for?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe I did once, but I realize now I'm over it too. Actually, I realized more than ever this morning that I am finally over a lot of things like it. I don't know why it took me this long, especially after we've talked about it so much for the last year, but I really feel it now. So, I guess he wasn't a wrong choice for that reason, if not for the, uh, obvious reason."

"Was the 'obvious' not as good as you remembered or hoped it would be?"

"Hmmm, I'm not sure how to answer that. So... yesssss, it was good," she said haltingly, thinking through her answer. "I don't how to say this nicely, but the boy does know how to use his tongue and that fine, ebony dick of his."

She paused and looked at Sean. Seeing that he wasn't reacting badly to what she said, she went on, "Was it how I remembered? Some, I guess. Maybe better in some ways, since I wasn't uptight or conflicted like I was in my twenties. Maybe? I don't know. It did bring back some memories..." she trailed off with a smile.

Seeing him looking at her sideways and expecting some other shoe to drop, she sighed and said, "But in the end, like I said, I'm over him and it. He was then, before you, and you are now and always. Last night was fun, but now I feel released or something."

"Guess that leaves you stuck with me," he said with a smirk.

She took his hand in hers and said, "I wouldn't say stuck. It's more like I'm lucky to be with the best and most handsome man in my life."

He looked at her, then back at the road before saying, "Uh huh. That's nice to hear, but you know, I can't remember a time when you ever told me that you thought I was attractive or that you were especially physically attracted to me. I just always accepted that it was something else..."

She sighed and squeezed his hand for reassurance, adding, "Really. I'm looking at the only man I'll ever need. And I was always attracted to you, I was just mixed up about things when we were younger, and my regret led to one more mistake after another — just making everything worse. Until now... seriously, there can never be anyone else."

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CJ wandered out to the pool 30 minutes later wearing black trunks, a black t-shirt, and dark sunglasses. He found Sharon sitting on a chaise lounge with a margarita in her hand and a frown on her face. She also wore a flowery one-piece swimsuit with a plunging V-neck, which highlighted her cleavage nicely, and a wide hat and sunglasses.

In her suit, he could see she was a little rounder than she looked the night before and at breakfast, but she still had sex appeal. Something about riding that cushioned bottom spoke to him.

Although she tried to take no notice of Pru's exotic boyfriend, Sharon couldn't help but see his muscular build, and she found herself wondering about the fuss she'd heard girls make about "boys like him."

He sat next to her and ordered a margarita for himself, gesturing to Sharon that they should clink glasses when it came. She sighed and held out her glass, exuding boredom and irritation.

CJ said, "Hey, might as well make the best of it. We have a nice place, full bar, and time to enjoy it. Not to mention we have sexy company."

Sighing again, "Sure, whatever. I just thought we were supposed to be here to sow our wild oats with them."

He shrugged, "We are. I dont' know about you, but I sowed some last night and this morning. So I'm not complaining yet."

They chatted like that through three margaritas before Sharon's words began to slur just a little. After the third, she giggled and said, "I guess I don't have to tell you what tequila does to me."

He scoffed, "I heard you say that this morning too. I've heard it from other white girls over the years, all of whom really just wanted an excuse to take off their clothes and do the nasty, just like they wanted all along."

"That's not what I meant at all! I'm not that kind of girl!" she exclaimed, aghast.

Chuckling, he patted her bare thigh and said, "Oh, I think you are, since you're here this weekend for Sean and Pru's crazy booty call. After seeing a little more of you in this suit, I'm betting you're exactly that kind of little girl."

She looked indignant, and said, sounding insulted, "Oh you are, are you? Well, I think that's very presumptuous of you, since we just met."

He held his hands up in surrender, "Maybe so, no offense intended."

After a few minutes of silence and downing the last of her fourth margarita, Sharon said, "Hey, it's ok, it's just talk. But let me ask you, was Pru that kind of girl back then?"

"Oh, hell yeah! That girl was a wildcat! She and her best friend called themselves the 'slut sisters,'" CJ exclaimed. "Why do you think I dated her then, and why the hell to you think I'm here now?!"

"I knew it! She always acted so high and mighty, little Miss Thin Blonde Princess!" Sharon said smugly.

Chuckling, he said, "Oh, it took some doing, to get her to loosen up more than just shaking that ass on the dancefloor, but once she did... that girl... Let's just say she knew how to make a man happy, with that pretty mouth and that pretty, blonde pussy."

He paused, looking deep in thought, then added, "Still does, let me tell you."

"Oh my, CJ!" she giggled. She asked in a whisper, "With her mouth too? You mean... she also liked to, you know... suck your 'you know what'?"

"Liked to? Girl, she'd go down on that dick whenever I wanted it, and she swallowed every drop! Still does, by the way!" he said proudly.

"Oh, CJ, you're so bad!" she said, covering her mouth and pretending to be embarrassed.

He shrugged, "What can I say? The stereotype is true: white girls can't resist it after they've had their first taste of the chocolate. I know it was true for her."

"And she did other... you know... regular sex too?" she asked conspiratorially.

He snorted, "Oh, hell yeah! I tapped that whenever I wanted it!"

Sharon said triumphantly, "That slut! I knew it!"

He shook his head and said casually, "Not really any more than any other white girl after being broken in by a black man."

She went back to indignance, and said, "Broken in? Well, I wouldn't know about that!"

He laughed and said, "Maybe it's time for you to find out what you and that fine ass of yours have been missing."

"Oh my, I don't think so, but of course you'd notice my best asset, besides my girls," she said bouncing her chest. Sharon stood and turned her back to CJ, presenting her ass and looking over her shoulder for his judgment.

He nodded, "You're right, little girl. Your 'ass-set' looks very nice. Nice and round here and there, looking like you're made for business. I wonder, how firm is it all is after kids?

Sharon giggled and looked around. Seeing no one nearby or watching, she backed toward CJ's chaise lounge and bent over slightly, presenting her ass more closely and saying, "Feel for yourself, mister, but keep it clean!"

"Alright now," CJ said, nodding and squeezing both sides of her plump ass. "That big ass does feel damn good. You sure you don't have some color in your background somewhere with that nice, fat ass?"

He gave her a playful smack on one ass-cheek and asked, "Now, what about those girls you keep mentioning?"

Giggling and looking around again, she turned to face him, bending forward and pulling her suit top apart to show more of her heavy tits. He reached up and cupped both boobs through the suit, squeezing several times like he was testing them. He then smiled and slipped his hands inside her top, cupping and massaging her boobs, pausing to pinch both nipples. Sharon gasped and flinched, but CJ held her nipples more tightly, using them to pull her closer to him, saying, "I think you're right. They are nice."

She stood straight, pulling his hands away, and she tucked her boobs back into her suit. Looking around again, she hissed, "You can't do that here! You're going to get us arrested!"

Laughing, he stood and took her hand, saying, "Ok, ok. Come with me, little girl."

She followed slowly and asked hesitantly, "Where to?"

"I don't want you feeling nervous about getting in trouble or anything," he said, amused, "so let's go inside, and you can have a look at my best asset. Maybe you'll find out what the fuss is all about for yourself."

Sharon wrapped her thin cover up around her waist and followed him, a little unsteady on her feet from the margaritas. She slowed down pulling back on his hand and shaking her head, "Don't walk so fast, my short, drunk legs can't keep up with you. Besides, I don't know if this is a good idea. I've had a lot to drink and might not be thinking straight. And I don't want you to get the wrong idea or think I'm the kind of girl that would go to a man's hotel room."

CJ slowed his pace and smiled to himself as they kept walking. He put an arm around her waist and said, "Don't worry, I got you. It's not far. And I promise - I don't have the wrong idea about you."

An elevator ride and short walk later, he fished out his key with his free hand, the other still lightly tracing reassuring circles on her back. Already more relaxed, Sharon walked in, smiling up at him and jauntily swinging her hips as he held the door. The room was sunlit and tidy with no evidence from the night before, having been cleaned while they'd been at the pool. Seeing the mountain looming over the forest outside, she exclaimed, "Look at that view!"

The door-lock clicked closed, and CJ said with a low laugh, "Little girl, that's what we're here for!"

She turned to face him, holding her hands up and saying nervously, "Like you said, we're here just to look. You had your fun at the pool, and I don't need anything in return, so we should just go back down there."

He pulled his shirt off and took a step closer, throwing it aside and grinning. He said, "You've already seen this down at the pool, so nothing to be afraid of, right?"

"I didn't say I was afraid. I am a grown woman, you know!" Sharon huffed with her hands on her hips.

He stepped closer and held her shoulders, saying, "I can see that, little girl, with your big titties and that big ass built for business."

She giggled and covered her mouth in faux shock as he eased her back a step. Feeling the foot of the bed behind her, she sat reflexively, looking up at him wide-eyed.

Without missing a beat, he took one her hands in his, pressed it palm down to his waist, and slid it down following the contour of the huge bulge in his swimsuit, from the head down to the base. Although visibly nervous, she allowed him to guide her hand along his shaft with no resistance, keeping eye contact while he did.

"Getting the idea of what you've been missing?" he asked. She bit her lip but didn't answer.

When he released her hand, she looked down at it, still holding his shaft through the thin fabric. As he pushed his suit down, it slipped under her hand, leaving her holding the largest cock she'd seen since her college days fooling around with the starting center from the football team (Team Tutor).

"With that East Texas accent, I'm guessing that you never thought you'd have a black man's cock in your hand or anywhere else, did you?" CJ asked with a chuckle.

She couldn't stop staring at it and was oblivious that she had it in her hand as she said, "Nooo! I mean, when would I? And it's not like I've had a lot of men's things in my hand. I'm not that kind of girl, you know!"

"I know, I know. I heard you, and I get it," he said quickly, shaking his head. "You can hold it up to look at it before you go, though, if you want."

He flexed it to get her attention, and she felt it pulse and jump in her hand. She bit her lip again and thought, There's no harm in just looking and being nice. Then everyone can just go back to normal. With that thought, she wrapped her fingers around and gently lifted the shaft, marveling both at the dark skin and the size of the thing. She had the large head in front of her face, precum already dripping from the tip, and she turned her head as she surveyed it.

"You know what most white girls like to do when they're that close, don't you?" he asked with a smile.

"What?!" she gasped. "I mean, I know what you want me to do, but..."

He shook his head, "No, it's ok. But I'll tell you, Pru wouldn't have hesitated. She was all woman and not afraid to take what a man put in her mouth. And she was damn good at it, still is, I'm happy to say."

She thought, That bitch! Why is she always showing me up! I'll show him who could be damn good at this!

When she leaned forward and opened her mouth, CJ leaned in, pressing the head through before the she had any second thoughts. Surprised by having so much in her mouth so quickly, her eyes went wide, but she didn't back away. He stroked her hair, calming her down, and she began a slow blowjob, first only sucking on the head and the next couple of inches.

He wrapped her hand around the base and motioned for her to start stroking the shaft while also pulling her head closer with his other hand. He said quietly, "That's it, little girl. Work that black cock with your hand and mouth both."

She wasn't comfortable with that kind of talk, and she knew no proper southern lady should be. It was probably the tequila, but even when that thought went through her head, she couldn't stop sucking and stroking his cock. She also told herself as she bobbed up and down that it was his fault, since he had his hand on the back of her head, making her do something she wouldn't do otherwise.

The cautionary voice in her head was interrupted by CJ's voice, "That's it, suck it like every good girl wants to."

As distasteful as she told herself that kind of talk was, her uneasiness disappeared inexplicably, and she focused on working his black cock, just like he had told her. She felt the shaft pulse just before the first hot cum gushed into her mouth. Just a few minutes earlier, she'd have refused to let that happen, just as she had during her entire married life. Instead, she gulped his down and jacked the large shaft rapidly, hoping she wasn't disappointing him.

When she'd swallowed the last, she looked up at him and said sheepishly, "That probably wasn't good enough. I wasn't expecting to do that. It isn't something I do, you know."

"So I've heard you say," he said with a laugh. "I think you should do it as much as you can, though. You can give some head, girl."

Sounding shocked, she said, "Well, I'll take that under advisement with the other sluts who do that."

He smirked but didn't answer, instead he pulled her to her feet by a hand and led her around the bed. She went slowly, pulling back and shaking her head, "No, I don't think we should go there. This has already gone too far thanks to the damn Tequila."

Still holding her hand, CJ rolled onto his back on the bed, pulling her on top of him. He rolled on top of her, and she spread her legs around him, protesting, "No, I don't do this!" She arched her back, holding her pussy up for him to drive into her as her fingernails dug into his back.

"Looks like you do now, huh? And you're getting more after this one!" he said as he drove long strokes into her.

"Oh my God! It's too big!" she screamed, "Wait! Wait! Oh my God!"

He smiled and kept stroking in and out at the same steady pace, "Hold on now girl. Your pussy's stretching for me. You're almost there."

Still breathing hard, she closed her eyes, and after a dozen more strokes, she moaned, "Oh my God! Keep fucking me with that monster!"

"There's the real you inside, the one who knows she wants her big cock!" he said with a laugh, pounding harder.

"Yesss!" she laughed, looking up to kiss him. "I'm just a slut who wants you to fuck the hell out of her!"

He pounded even harder and said, "That a girl! Here's what you've been dreaming about!"

His cum flooded into her, and she screamed again, "That's it! Cum in me. I want it!"

When her orgasm had subsided, he laid down next to her and pulled her over him. Her shorter body rested higher on CJ. With her legs spread around him, his semi-rigid shaft stood up between her legs, pressed between her prodigious ass checks. She squirmed in response to the warm, wet muscle between her legs, saying, "Careful back there. I don't do that!"

CJ smiled and said, "Hmm, that's an idea too. Big ass like that would be nice!" He reached over her to run his hand along the wet shaft, pressing it firmly into the crevice of her ass and thrusting his hips to rub it between her labia and against her rosebud.

She raised her head and shot him a concerned look, expecting that to be enough to stop his playing "back there." Instead, she felt his cock growing back to full size as it massaged between her legs. She said, "Nope, exit only. I'm not that kind of girl."

"That again?!" He laughed as he slid out from under her. He quickly positioned himself behind her, lifting her to her knees by the hips.

She looked back at him, protesting "CJ, stop!" But she didn't pull away. Instead, her knees spread, and she pursed her lips, afraid of what was going to happen next but thrilled at secretly stretching yet another boundary. The large head drove into her pussy, and he was quickly making long, slow thrusts into her, gripping both sides of her ass and spreading them apart.

Undecided if she was disappointed or relieved that he had listened to her, she gasped when he inserted a wet middle finger into her anus. Still rocking back as he fucked her, Sharon hissed, "What are you doing?!"

Matching his fingering rhythm to his thrusting into her pussy, he smacked her ass with the other hand and said, "Nothing yet, girl. Just getting your ready for it. You'll know when I do." He reached over and smacked the other side of her ass, then again on the first, this time with a much louder pop.

"Ow, hey!" she yelled.

"Love pats, girl, not to worry," he said coolly. He was mesmerized by the round and bouncing ass, and the glowing handprints on each side. He pulled his finger out, gripped both cheeks, and raised her off of his long shaft.

"Don't stop now!" Sharon begged.

His answer was to slowly but firmly press the head through her anus, causing her to take a sharp breath. When the glans popped through, she yelped, "Ahhh! No, wait! Not there!"

He dribbled spit onto the shaft, then looked up and smiled. Grasping one hip, he reached up and held her in place with a fistful of her hair. She grunted as he drove slowly deeper into her ass. Pausing with half of his cock buried inside, he asked in a low voice, "Always wanted this, haven't you?"

"No! Why would I?!" she yelled. "It's so big!"

"But you like it, don't you?" he asked, as he slowly began driving in and out. "As your ass relaxes, it feels good to finally be fucked there too, doesn't it?"

"No, I'm not the kind of girl who likes this!" she said desperately.

He continued fucking the petite woman's large round ass, deeper with each stroke, and then he finally felt her hips responding. After several more strokes, she shoved her ass back, taking him deeper and moaning, "Oh! Don't stop now, I'm going to..."

Before she could finish saying — and doing — it, CJ's balls blasted cum into Sharon's virgin ass. He held her hips tightly until he was fully drained, then leaned back and swatted her ass, as delighted in watching it bounce as he was seeing his cock buried within. When he withdrew to the sight of her now gaping rosebud, he said, "And now you're that kind of girl too, little girl!"

She collapsed onto her stomach, saying, "Oh my God, I can't take any more!"

After catching her breath, she stirred and said, "I think I'd better wash up." She tentatively gathered her things and started to put the suit on.

He scrambled from the bed, taking her clothes and setting them on the couch, "You don't need to go anywhere. Lets shower here and relax. I'll walk you to your room when you're ready."

Sharon went reluctantly, desperately wanting to escape and salvage her reputation, but unwilling to make a scene. Standing in the shower with CJ, she was more conscious of ever that she had compromised herself with the athletic, black man. She said, "I can't believe you did those things to me, and I can't believe we're even doing this. I'm not one of those girls, you know."

Incongruous with that thought, she stood still while he thoroughly washed his shaft and balls. He said casually, "I think you should stop saying that. Maybe just accept that you are one of those girls, and I'm going to give it to you all day until you admit that's what you are and want to be. And we both needed to wash up, before we do anything else."

"Oh my God, what do you mean, 'anything else?!" she asked incredulously. "What else is there to do to disgrace myself?!" She spread her thighs apart as he soaped and washed her pussy and ass, then held her arms up as he washed her upper body.

He turned off the water and dried her, saying, "Disgrace? I thought you did pretty good. Maybe I just need to try harder."

She wrapped the towel around herself with exaggerated modesty, then dried him half-heartedly. Seeing the large, dark rope growing and stiffening again, she hurriedly dried it, and whispered, "Down boy, you've already had enough!"

He threw the towel down, laughed, and pulled her close for a long kiss. At her height, his now fully erect shaft reached between her boobs, and he said, "Maybe it'll be enough for now when you admit you're the kind of girl that wants more of it."

He led his prize back to the bed where they napped for an hour while he mulled over what he wanted to do to her next. He woke her by wrapping her hand around his shaft, and she smiled, saying, "That was a nice power nap. I know what I want next."

She surprised him by swinging a leg over and straddling him, reaching down to insert the head into her already wet pussy. She began riding, sitting straight up and massaging her boobs, and said, "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am that kind of girl, just for you."

He nodded and smiled, "Mmmmm, good girl... nice pussy."

She giggled and picked up her pace, confident that she was probably the best he'd ever had.

They spent the rest of the day like this, missing dinner and then waking for more in the middle of the night. She offered no more resistance and no longer demanded that she wasn't that kind of girl.

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By the end of the day, Sean and Pru were holding hands and occasionally teary-eyed. As the sights from their first hometown together brought back so many memories, they also remembered their young love and the wasted opportunities from having lost so much of their connection so early. By the time they'd driven up the mountain again to the resort to rejoin their "guests," they were both beaming and feeling like newlyweds, anxious to take on the world anew with each other.

They showered separately and dressed for dinner, committed to seeing the weekend plan through. After half an hour and still no appearance, Sean texted CJ and Pru texted Sharon, both with no answer. They chatted away through a leisurely dinner, still with no word from their guests.

Pru looked across the table at Sean and said, "I guess we could just go to the bar to see if they show up. We could dance some while we wait, if the music's good."

"Sounds good to me!" Sean said with a big smile. "Maybe it'll bring me the same luck it did CJ last night!"

They both laughed as they held hands on their way to the bar. Skipping drinks, they went right to the dance floor and lost track of time, lost in the experience with each other. Two hours later they were finishing a slow song, when they both realized that they had barely swayed to the music, lost instead in passionate kissing.

"Time for bed?" he asked with a hopeful grin.

She kissed him again before twirling away and walking toward the door, saying, "I wondered when you were finally going to get there!" He trotted after her, and they hurried their way upstairs and to their room.

They were both out of their clothes and in bed in the time it took to walk the handful of steps from the door. She climbed on top of him and straddled him sitting up straight and looking down with a mischievous spark in her eye as she settled his cock deep inside her, "I hope you're not tired. We have some wild memories to make!"

He grabbed her hips and rocked her over his shaft, grinning back and saying, "I've got all night, pretty girl. So just hold on tight!"

She thrust her hips more firmly and moaned, "Sweet husband, that's exactly what I'm going to do!" She put on a show of holding her tits up, licking and sucking on each nipple and massaging both breasts vigorously. After a full day's build up for this moment, they quickly came together, both moaning loudly, and she lowered herself over him as they slowed, kissing him gently and intimately.

After her breathing had slowed, Pru sighed and asked with a laugh, "Your turn. What do you want next?"

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Sean and Pru made it down to breakfast late, both still tired but also both smiling. CJ strolled in a few minutes later, telling them, "Miss Thing will be down in a few. She's showering and changing clothes first."

Pru nodded approval and clapped at CJ. He gave an exaggerated bow, patted his lap, and said, "What can I say? You of all people know that girls like her can't resist this!"

She shook her head with a smirk, taking Sean's hands and intertwining their fingers.

Twenty minutes later Sharon wakes up sheepishly, sitting next to CJ with a quiet, "Hey."

"Hey, back," he said, holding her chin up for a long kiss, leaving his arm around her shoulders.

She blushed and looked shy, "CJ, you're so forward!"

"Not as forward as you were last night though!" he retorted, moving his arm from around her shoulders to between her legs where his fingers tickled her outer lips through her loose shorts. Or do you need a refresher right here, little girl?"

She kissed his cheek and said, "That won't be necessary, I do remember." She glared across the table at Sean and Pru and said, "If someone I know had been more of a man, maybe things would have gone differently for him last night."

Sean rolled his eyes, but before he could answer, Pru looked at him and said, "I'm pretty sure things were great with him last night, and I'd bet you had your hands full too, little girl."

Sharon stared daggers at Pru, and CJ said lightly, "Hands, mouth... whatever else she could find. Definitely a good night." She only blushed and pouted.

Conversation between the couples was awkward after that, everyone staying away from the elephant in the room that they'd swapped partners and weren't going back. When they got up to leave, Sharon pulled Sean aside and whispered, "I'm sorry for saying that. You know I've always loved you. So, thank you for having me here for one last night together."

Sean hugged her and kissed her cheek, "It was good to catch up and maybe part with a more thorough intimate memory."

Outside in the lobby, CJ hugged Pru close and tried to kiss her on the lips. She smiled and turned her face, kissing him loudly on the cheek and saying, "I have to be honest and say, 'Wow!' You haven't lost your touch, big boy! It was fun."

He laughed, patted her ass playfully, and said, "And I think you've only gotten better, girl. I'd say it was something better than fun, and it was definitely a 'Wow!'"

Sean and Sharon joined them in the lobby, and the men shook hands. CJ leaned close and said in Sean's ear, "If you ever need me to take care of my old girlfriend again, you know how to reach me."

Sean chuckled and said, "That's very generous of you. Quite the humanitarian, indeed, but I'll see if I can take it from here. Besides, you have no idea what you're taking on with that one. May the force be with you." He gestured toward Sharon with his thumb and an eyeroll.

CJ ostentatiously rubbed his hand along the slight bulge down one pant leg, saying, "Don't you worry. I have more than the force to break in that little girl. She's already so hooked she can't say no."

Sean and Pru headed out the door, having already checked out and eager to get on the road. Sharon took CJ's arm and went to the elevator for one last trip to their rooms to get their luggage before their car came to take them to the airport.

As soon as the door closed, CJ pulled her into an embrace and passionate kiss. Having given in to her new obsession, she ran her hand along the bulge in his pants, reminiscing already about the last 24 hours. The elevator door quickly re-opened and another couple stepped inside. When they did, Sharon turned her back to CJ, and stepped against him, her hand behind her and gently squeezing and stroking him through his pants.

The other couple exited one floor before CJ and Sharon's, and when the door closed, he leaned over and said in her ear, "This is what I think of you. Now let's go to your room, and I'll remind you why again before we have to check out."

She blushed and giggled but hurried down the hall to her room. At her door, he held his hand out for her key. Before unlocking it, he pinned her to the door, kissing her and unzipping her shorts, which he dropped to the floor with her panties.

She gasped, "CJ! What are you doing?!"

Without answering, he unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it and her bra. He kissed her again, and she looked around in panic, saying, "What if someone sees?!"

He lowered a hand to her bush, gliding a long finger between her labia and kissing her again, before he said, "Let them. This is mine, and I'm going to have it whenever and wherever I want. Right?"

She gasped again, her hips gyrating slightly in response to his touch.

"Right?!" he said more insistently, his fingertip dipping inside.

"Yes!" she whispered, raising and lowering her hips to help draw his finger further inside.

He opened the door, and she rushed in, clamoring into the bed on her back with her legs spread wide and a look of desperation on her face. He undressed slowly, watching her and mulling over the possibilities in front of him with this horny and frustrated little piece of ass. Climbing over her, he inserted the tip of his cock and said, "Now then, whose pussy is this from now on?"

"Yours," she said frantically, "yours! Just do it!"

He smiled, "Do what? Say it, and I will. But you have to give it to me whenever I say, understand?"

She reached her arms around his neck and pulled him down, saying loudly, "Yesss! I want you to fuck me, whenever you want! I'll be your whore, if that's what you want! Just fuck the hell out of me!"

He pushed in slowly, "I didn't say whore. I said you're my pussy. Now you say it."

"Oh God, yes, yes! This is your pussy from now on!" she yelled.

"Damn right it is bitch, and I'm gonna wear it out!" he grunted and drove into her, fucking her furiously before they had to leave the room.

During the hour and a half drive to the airport in the black-car Sean had arranged for them, CJ wrapped an arm around Sharon's shoulders and said quietly, "This has been a nice start. Figure out which nights are best for me to come to town and fuck you."

She looked embarrassed and whispered, "We can't do it at my house though."

He answered, not in a whisper, "No problem, we can get a room somewhere. But I bet your husband and those boys of yours could learn some things from watching us after you're broken in some more."

"You're so bad!" she said, playfully running her hand along his thigh and giggling.

"You're going to find out how bad," he said with a grin. He opened his pants, and his very erect shaft stood up, the tip already sticky as he'd been thinking through his next move. Her eyes went wide as he pulled her off the seat to kneel between his legs, and she looked over her shoulder at the driver, two rows in front of them in an otherwise empty Suburban.

CJ's hand combed through her silky, dark hair, then gripped it and pulled her face to his crotch. Seeing her still panicked expression, he said, "Don't worry him. I already worked things out with Hector so he'll act like he didn't see or hear a thing. Now let's show him what kind of girl you really are for big, black dicks. When you finish sucking it, he can watch you ride on it too before we get to the airport. If you really perform, he might make sure we have time for him to get a piece of that ass too."

He looked up to see the driver watching and grinning in the rearview mirror, and they winked at each other.

Sharon hissed, "Me? Do things with the driver?! I don't even know him! You know I don't do things like that!"

"Girl," CJ said, "I thought you understood by now that there's nothing you don't do. Nothing. That's especially true from now on when I tell you what to do." He nudged her to start.

She sighed, made one long lick on the shaft and head, and crinkled her nose as she whispered, "But I can still smell myself on you from a little while ago!"

"I told you," he said, holding the swollen and dripping head in front of her face, "don't worry about anything but doing what your told. Suck it clean, and you won't taste yourself before long anyway. So, open that mouth, girl, and get busy. You have both of us to do before we get there, and you know you want it."

"Ok," Sharon said, "Just remember, I only do things like this for you. I'm not like those other girls or Pru!" He chuckled and held her head with both hands as she took a deep breath and started the blowjob he'd demanded. Although she pretended reluctance, she was secretly loving the attention, even if she was embarrassed that she also loved the musky taste of his dick in her mouth.

While she sucked, she thought, My husband might be able to learn some new tricks, but he'll never have this beautiful, big dick! I wonder if Hector's will be this good too? She felt her panties becoming very wet, and she got busy thinking through her calendar for the next few weeks, already planning for CJ's next visits.

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As they drove, Sean and Pru compared notes on how the weekend had gone, unplanned outcomes included. They were both as glad to have had the experiences as they were that the weekend had ended so well. Always the ponderer, he asked his wife, "Do you think we should consider whether we have other old lovers that we should try some closure with on some weekend? I mean, I'm just asking for therapeutic reasons, not for sex."

She slapped his arm, then held her husband's hand warmly. For the rest of the road trip home, they both mulled over the possible candidates for another holiday of "old love closure."

After hours of thinking through much of her own story, Pru decided to write the key anecdotes down to better organize her thoughts about Sean's suggestion, even if it was now just hypothetical. She figured, not only might the stories clear some air between them, but she also saw it as a way of showing Sean there were no more demons to hide from. Everything would be "out of the closet." Better yet, told just right, the details of her exploits might just give them some erotic material to enhance the rest of their own story.

Incidentally, it was those stories that would eventually become The Pru Chronicles.

By the time they were home, they were both well into wondering, just who would they invite next?