Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1)

by Ian Dalton

  "Was that you grunting just like Maria Sharapova?"

  She looked a little embarrassed. "Was it that bad?"

  "If it leads to shots like that, I say grunt away." He added jokingly, "I can’t compete with that. That was so my point." He simply clapped his hand against his racquet a few times, which is the proper tennis etiquette when your opponent hits a shot of that caliber. Retrieving the ball, he shook his head. "Sorry about dropping the F-bomb."

  "Don’t worry. That was a freaking amazing shot. I never can hit on the run like that."

  Brian won the third set six games to three and impressed her more than once with his game. Afterward, they sat on the bench, chatting about tennis and other topics. Twenty minutes was spent on the racquets they had played with over the years. She asked if he ever had any formal lessons. He told her he hadn’t and mentioned that his backhand was always the weakest part of his game. He asked if she had any advice for him, and she said she did.

  After leading him back onto the court, she suggested that he adjust his grip by rotating the racquet slightly in his hand and added that she thought he should keep his shoulder down as he hit the ball.

  She moved behind him to demonstrate and got close enough that she could smell him. He was completely sweaty, yet he didn’t smell bad at all. She actually liked his scent. As Brian brought his hand back, she grabbed his arm and demonstrated the recommended changes to his stroke. Their bodies were pressed together, and as they looked each other in the eye, they shared some kind of quick moment. They both felt it, but Jillian cleared her throat, let go of his arm, and took a half-step backward.

  She said, "So, um, that’s how I think you should... uh..."

  A little flustered, Brian looked at her and struggled to avoid popping a full boner right there in front of her, even though it wouldn't have been anything she hadn't already seen. He bounced the ball, tried her swing suggestions, and blasted a shot over the net.

  "You see?" Jillian said with a bright smile.

  "Thanks for the tip. I’ll work on that," he said as he rushed over and sat on the bench, covering his lap with a towel.

  Joining him on the bench, she grabbed her bottle of water and poured a little down the back of her neck. She placed the cold bottle to her forehead, glanced at Brian, and licked her lips. She closed her eyes and flashed back to a minute earlier, when their hot bodies were pressed up against each other; she was momentarily overcome by the memory. After fanning her hand at her face, she poured a splash of water down her front, just as Brian glanced at her. He watched, mesmerized, as the water slowly slid between her breasts. His eyes widened as his heart sent blood to his cheeks… and other places.

  He stood up quickly. "I’d better go take a shower. It’s really hot out here. Uh, thanks again for the lesson."

  While watching him go, she poured the rest of the water down her front.

  In the guest room bathroom, Brian stripped off his sweaty clothes, set the water to a cool temperature, and climbed into the shower. Exhausted, he stood there letting the water stream over his body. He looked down and saw that despite the cool water, he was evidently still thinking about Jillian. He thought about the previous night, how Jillian, while under the influence, had come clean about her voyeuristic morning. He could not erase from his brain the image of her proud unveiling of her personal design choice. He found himself unable to resist...

  Jillian stood outside the guest room, eyeing the door and longing to kiss him, to touch him, and to shower with him. She didn’t have a plan, but she was desperate for at least one more glimpse. She figured she should probably make sure he had enough towels. That would be the proper thing to do, she thought, although a towel restock was usually better done when your guest was fully clothed. Regardless, it still needed to be done, she kept telling herself.

  After grabbing a towel from the linen closet, she knocked lightly on the door and called Brian’s name. When there was no reply, she slowly opened the door. She entered the room, heard the shower running, and saw that the door to the adjoining bathroom was open. She heard the uneven sounds of water hitting the shower floor that told her he was actually in the shower and not just standing outside, waiting for the water to reach the proper temperature. She tiptoed to the doorframe and peered through the inch-wide opening on the hinge side, which gave her a clear line of sight to the glass-enclosed shower.

  A towel was draped over the clear glass door and hung down just enough to block her view of Brian’s chest and upward. The glass was clean and fog-free, and it provided her a perfect view of him as he showered. But he wasn’t showering; he was touching himself. With his left hand, he had a death grip on the towel that hung over the shower door, and he worked himself with his right. Jillian followed the bulging muscle in his right shoulder to the equally-flexed bicep, down to his straining hand, as he really focused on his task.

  As she watched him, she slipped her hand under her skirt to her completely sweat-soaked panties. She closed her eyes, and the Jaclyn West third-person narrative kicked in:

  Katrina watched as Dallas worked his manhood in the shower. She wondered if he was thinking of her or of someone else. She leaned against the doorframe, her breathing labored as she longed to be in there with him and doing that for him. Slipping her right hand under her skirt, she began running her index finger over her cotton-covered pussy. Her eyes remained glued on his sex, as he continued to pump it faster and faster. She pushed a finger under her panties and began touching the slick lips of her pussy. Katrina closed her eyes and pulled her hand from between her legs. Here she was, just a few feet away from a spectacular man with a rock hard cock. She wasn’t going to let another opportunity pass her by. Opening her eyes, she looked again at Dallas. God, he looked good in there!

  Katrina walked into the bathroom brazenly and stood at the shower door. She slowly pulled Dallas’s towel over to the side, unblocking her view of his nude body. He looked at her, stunned, while still holding his cock but no longer stroking it. After pulling off her shirt, she removed her bra. Dallas gazed at her breasts, licked his lips, and began slowly sliding his hand back and forth along his length. She slipped her skirt off, then removed her panties and sat on the edge of the tub. Katrina spread her legs and gazed deeply into his eyes. She slowly lowered her gaze to his throbbing cock as he rubbed the engorged head. Katrina ran a finger from her neck, between her breasts, to her shaved pussy and began tracing her finger on either side of her lips. Dallas watched her closely, as his breathing became more labored.

  After dipping a finger inside of herself, she pulled it out and brought it to her lips. Dallas’s heart raced at the sight of her, and he pumped his cock faster. Katrina got on her knees and crawled over to the clear shower door, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. She let her eyes slowly travel down his perfectly-chiseled body until they locked on his groin. Then she put her mouth at cock level, an inch from the glass. He pushed his penis to the glass; the head flattened a bit and expanded as he pressed it harder against the cold door. Katrina licked her lips. She wanted to taste him. So close and only separated from his manhood by mere inches. Slowly, she slid the glass door open. A hot rush of air and steam slapped her in the face as Dallas backed up slightly.

  Once he had a clear path to her mouth, he grabbed the rail of the door and pushed his cock out into the cool air of the bathroom. The mild sting of the cold was short-lived, since Katrina instantly devoured him with her mouth; then she pulled back and began running her tongue just around the head. Arching his back, Dallas stared up at the ceiling as she took more of him into her mouth. She savored the taste of his perfectly-clean cock. He was rock hard as she tested her ability to take as much of his length into her mouth as she could.

  He slowly gazed down at her. She looked beautiful, sucking him like that. Reaching up, she cupped his balls and worked her mouth over him faster, sucking harder as she slid out to the tip. Dallas groaned loudly—

  It was actually Brian who groaned loudly, ripping Jil
lian from the fantasy. Her eyes shot open and immediately went to his cock as he continued to pump it faster and faster. Slipping a finger under her panties, she began touching her clitoris. Brian started rubbing just the tip of his cock and squeezing it harder. She heard him grunt again, then watched as thick jets of cum exploded against the glass door and began to run down toward the shower floor.

  She pushed her finger a little deeper into her wetness as Brian continued lightly running his fingers over the head of his cock. His abdomen, shoulder, and arm flinched with the waves of the orgasm that pulsed through his body. He slumped against the door, exhausted, and stroked his cock once more; he squeezed the towel hard, pulling it down into the shower as it fell from his grip. As he tried to prevent it from landing under the spray of the shower he reached for it, missed it, slipped a little, and ended up on his knees with the towel on the shower floor.

  She watched as he tossed the soaked towel into the corner of the shower, cursing and trying to ring it out. It remained worthlessly damp. Feeling sorry for him, she considered coming clean and casually walking a dry towel to him, but she decided that was probably a horrible idea.

  Suddenly, she was startled by a noise coming from the hall. Sprinting from the guest room, she rushed into the hall and closed the door. As she continued across the hallway, she saw Rob coming up the stairs. When their eyes met, she slowed and stared at him with a blank expression.

  He asked, "So did you guys do it?"

  "What?" Stopping dead in her tracks, she awkwardly bounced up and down on her heals with her jaw falling open.

  "How is he?"

  She froze, unable to speak or breathe.

  He narrowed his eyes. "Tennis. Did you guys play?"

  Exhaling, she smiled. "Oh, yeah, we did play. He's really good."

  "Is something wrong?"

  She narrowed her eyes in a slight panic and then paused to compose herself. "Sorry. Your father called last night, and I’m still, uh..." George’s call was the furthest thing from her thoughts at that moment, but it was as good an excuse as any to explain her strange behavior.

  "Sorry about that. Are you okay?"

  "I’m fine. I think, uh, Brian is in the shower. Would you see if he needs another towel? I tried to catch him before, but, uh..." She trailed off as she handed the towel to Rob and headed past him down the hall.

  "Sure."

  "I really need a shower, myself." She walked into her bedroom and closed the door. With her hands covering her face, she slumped against the door; her body trembling.

  Brian took a quick shower, tossed the damp bath towel on the floor, and stepped on it, dripping wet, as he attempted to try off with a hand towel.

  Rob called to him through the partially-opened door, "You need a towel in there?"

  Startled, Brian covered up as though he were being watched. "Rob, yeah. How’d you know?"

  "Know what?"

  "That I needed a towel?" Brian asked.

  "My mother said you might."

  After pausing to wonder if she’d been watching him again, he blew off that ridiculous thought and reached through the open door for the towel.

  21

  Jillian continued to lean against her door, feeling even more horrible than when she stared at Brian's exposed penis while he slept. What was she doing? What, exactly, was the plan? This time she had surely invaded his privacy, and she was sure that her actions must qualify as some kind of lesser sex crime. Walking across the room, she stripped off her damp clothes and stood before a full mirror, admiring the reflection of her newly trimmed area.

  As she studied her new look, a shadow of a memory from the previous night took shape in her head. Was Brian in her room last night? Did she show him? Did she tell him about the other day when she saw him sleeping? No way, she thought. I must have dreamt about the show and tell. Sure, she had been out of it, but she wasn’t on sodium pentathol, or anything. It was only a half glass of wine and one Ambien.

  Jillian looked at her reflection in the mirror, still shaking from nearly being caught but also turned on from seeing Brian do what he did. She ran her hands over her body. Looking at her pussy in the mirror, she slid a finger over what little hair remained. She slipped a finger into her folds again and decided she had to finish what she already started.

  After rushing to the door, she locked it and then fell backward in bed with her hand between her thighs. She imagined it was Brian licking her down there as she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Lifting her ass a little off the mattress, she slid her other hand under her body and began working her pussy from the back, her palm gently putting pressure on her ass. George had never touched her there, but she always wondered and often wrote about what stimulating that area might feel like.

  As she continued to rub her expanding clitoris with her left hand, Jillian struggled to shove two fingers into her pussy with her right. Stretching, she pushed them deep into herself as she neared climax. She further extended her right hand to put a tad more pressure on her tiny virgin hole, and that sent her over the edge. She gasped when the first wave struck, then held her breath and tightened her muscles as she lay there completely still while a second rippled through her. Her body convulsed after the third orgasmic pulse, and she pulled her hands away from her pussy, slowly running them up her stomach until they reached her breasts. Lying there with her eyes slammed shut, she gently massaged her swollen breasts.

  Minutes later in the hall, Rob and Brian were walking past Jillian’s room. Rob turned back, approached her door, and then knocked once. "We’re going to lunch, okay?"

  Jillian had her hand between her legs again and was trying to squeeze another orgasm from her long-neglected pussy. She froze with her ass lifted high off the bed when she heard Rob. She didn’t want to answer but instinctively she yelled back, "Oookayyy," in an odd voice that sounded like she might be trapped under something heavy.

  Rob and Brian exchanged questioning looks.

  Rob asked, "You okay in there?" Then he waited by the door for her reply.

  Attempting to calm herself, she took a deep breath and then said in a cracking voice, "Oh sure! I’m, uh, just about to get wet. I mean, in the shower. Have fun."

  Satisfied that his mother wasn’t dying, Rob turned to Brian, and they headed downstairs while Jillian returned to her work.

  The two guys walked to a restaurant in the mall that was only a few blocks from the house. It was a scorching day, and the choice to walk left them sweaty and hot when they arrived. They each ordered a burger and a beer and then another. Rob shared with Brian how Laura had been insatiable since he arrived, how she seemed different, and how she was more into sex now than ever.

  "Are you doing something new?" Brian asked.

  "I don’t think so. Just the same old stuff."

  "Enjoy it while it lasts."

  Rob ordered another beer for both of them and looked at Brian apologetically. "I knew I’d be spending a lot of time with her, but I didn’t think she would want to see me so much. She's wearing me out, dude. I slipped out when she fell asleep. I feel like a dick, though. I brought you here because you were depressed, and now I’ve abandoned you."

  Brian looked at him like he was crazy. "I’m having the time of my life. Your house is like a freaking resort. I played tennis today and took a swim, and, uh, your mother couldn’t be nicer."

  "Is she okay? She mentioned she got a call from my father last night."

  "I heard some of it," Brian said, aware that he might be heading into dangerous territory.

  "Was she all right afterward?" Rob asked.

  "She was... She had just taken a sleeping pill. She was kind of out of it and pretty angry at first, but she seemed to have cheered up a little by the time she went up to bed."

  After taking a sip of beer, Rob looked distraught. "Jesus! Now I’ve abandoned her, too."

  "She’s fine. Really."

  "Thank God you were there in case she overdosed or fell, or something."

  "Yeah,"
Brian said softly in a guilty tone.

  "I’ve got to tell Laura to back off a little, so I can—"

  "Dude, don’t worry about me or your mom. She’s fine. Look, if I had a hot girl begging to have sex with me repeatedly, I wouldn’t be spending time with another guy and my mother. Seriously."

  "You sure?" Rob checked.

  "I have some schoolwork to do, anyway, and really, your primary mission should be to have sex with Laura until your dick falls off."

  Rob smiled at him. "Thanks man. For a while there, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to break up with her or not, but now she’s changed, and I think it could really work out between us."

  "Spend as much time with her as you want. This is the best vacation that I’ve ever been on. I can honestly say that I’m not thinking about Natalie at all right now."

  22

  Rob and Brian returned home, exhausted from the heat and definitely buzzed from the beers they had enjoyed at lunch. Deciding to cool off in the pool, they put on their suits and went out to the backyard. There, they discovered Victoria sunning herself in a slightly more conservative bikini (for her, anyway) and reading a hardcover novel. A half-full martini glass sat on the table next to her.

  Glancing at them both, she raised her sunglasses, and a smile crossed her face. She watched while they knocked into each other clumsily as they headed her way. When they reached her, they tossed their towels down on the lounge chairs on either side of her.

  Rob said, "Hey, Victoria. This is Brian."