by Luke Young
What if I just get up and walk past her door? Maybe she’s in there, lonely and wanting me, just like I want her. Maybe this would be just the thing both of us need. If she doesn’t give me a sign, I won’t go in. But if she does, I’m going for it.
That last shot was working its magic on Victoria as she lay in bed wondering what Rob was doing. She lifted her head and looked through the door, but all she could make out was that he was sitting on the sofa. A soft light shone on his broad shoulders. She decided to uncover herself. She wouldn’t make a move on him, but if he came in and saw her naked in bed, then it was meant to be. She always slept naked, and it was a little hot in her room on this night, so there was nothing out of the ordinary for the covers to be off—at least, that’s what she told herself. It had been more than two months since she’d had real sex with a man (John didn’t count). She desperately wanted to be filled up with a real, hard penis and brought to thunderous orgasm.
Seconds later, Rob stood in the doorway and drank in the sight of Victoria. He watched her open-mouthed as she lay there, slowly rubbing her feet together. When she spread her legs apart, he could see the curve of her ass summoning him closer. He slowly made his way to her while gazing down at her perfect form. Looking at her face, he could see that she lay on her side with her head near the edge of the bed.
He was not even two feet from her with his erection pointing right at her face. Reaching out, he gently touched her lower back. She exhaled deeply and brought her hand to him. His eyes slammed shut as she pulled him toward her face.
After twenty amazing minutes of drunken, wild sex it was finally over. Victoria pulled away, then slipped under the sheets next to him while wondering what the hell she had just done. Her buzz was still in full swing, but she knew this was a mistake. His hand rested on her hip, and their feet were touching. She grasped her pillow while facing away from him as they both tumbled into an alcohol-induced sleep.
The next morning, Victoria woke first and rolled over to find Rob naked and sleeping next to her. The enormity of their connection began to weigh on her. She closed her eyes, mortified. What the fuck had she done? Shit, the one guy on the planet she really shouldn’t sleep with… and she had slept with him. Would Jillian ever speak to her again if she found out? Opening her eyes, she lifted the sheets to look him over. Then came a knock at the front door. She lay frozen for a moment until the second knock launched her from the bed to look out the window. She spotted Jillian’s car in the driveway next to her own car, which Brian had borrowed. They were back.
“Get up!”
He didn’t move. Returning to bed, she pushed hard on his chest. His eyes shot open. Seeing her naked body, he groggily smiled. “You want to do it again?”
“No! Your mother’s here.”
“What?”
“She’s at the front door.”
“Just don’t answer it.”
“Your car’s outside. We have to let her in, or she’ll think—”
“What, that we fucked?” He stared up at her with a grin.
“We can’t tell her about this!”
“I won’t tell her.”
Pushing hard, she drove him off the bed with strength she didn’t know she possessed. “Now put something on and get back out to that sofa now.”
From his knees, he glanced up at her in shock. “Okay. Jesus.”
A louder knock at the door startled her. “I’ll get the door. You get out of here and put something on.”
He rushed from the room as she went to her dresser.
Victoria wore old sweatpants and a sweatshirt as she opened the door to find Jillian wearing a sad, concerned look. “Is he here?”
“Yes.” Victoria stepped aside. Rob sat up from the sofa wearing an award-winning drowsy look.
“Hi, Mrs. Nash,” he said sarcastically.
“Okay, I… I didn’t want you to find out this—”
He cut her off. “I don’t want to talk about it now.”
Jillian thought she saw a hint of guilt in Victoria’s expression, so she searched Rob’s face for any hint of the same, but all she found there was a silly grin. Looking back at her friend, she asked casually, “So, what’d you guys do last night?”
Victoria glanced at Rob then quickly back to Jillian. “We were both a little depressed, so we had some drinks and then just went to sleep.”
Jillian glared at her skeptically. Glancing down, Victoria noticed David’s replica still standing at attention on the coffee table. She motioned to Rob to grab it, but he looked at her, confused. Jillian caught Victoria’s hand motion and began to turn toward the table, so Victoria said in a loud, whiny voice, “Yesterday was David’s and my anniversary of exactly one month before…”
Welling up with fake tears, she grabbed Jillian tight for a hug. Her eyes wide, Jillian awkwardly wrapped her arms around Victoria as she continued, “I was having a rough night.” Victoria mouthed to Rob, “THE DILDO,” as she pointed to it and glared at him. While letting out a gape-mouthed, nearly silent laugh, he quickly grabbed it and waved it around, mockingly pointing it at both women.
Victoria squeezed her friend more tightly. “It’s one month before our wedding anniversary. David sent me those two-dozen carnations. You remember, I told you about—”
“Sure. Oh, you poor…” Bringing her hand up to stroke Victoria’s hair, Jillian melted a little. “Sorry about that. I, uh… Is there anything I can do?”
“No… I don’t think… I, uh…” She looked at Rob, who was still holding the dildo while wearing an immature grin. Directing it at his face, he opened his mouth, as if he were about to take it inside, and raised his eyebrows. She waved angrily at him; he rolled his eyes, shoved the replica under the cushion, and shrugged his shoulders, frowning. Victoria exhaled deeply and released her death grip on Jillian.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jillian asked.
“I’m better now.”
Stepping back, Jillian looked at Rob. “Sorry you had to find out about Brian and… you know, us that way. I meant to tell you, but I could never find the right time.”
He folded his arms across his chest. “Really? Brian Nash?”
“You don’t think he’s a great guy?”
“I do, but…”
Jillian gave him a hopeful look. “If you really don’t want me to marry him, then I’ll—”
“No. If you’re happy, I guess I’m happy for you.”
She looked at him, a little shocked, then gave him a bright smile. “I am happy, but I want to be sure you’re okay with this.”
Relaxing his posture, he nodded at her. “It’s a little creepy, but I’ll survive. I guess it’s better than you marrying that weird religious guy you told me about… This whole Laura thing caused me to kind of lose it, maybe more than I would have otherwise. Also, I can’t find a job and…”
Jillian opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug. He stood and moved to her. As they embraced, Victoria noticed the crack of his ass sticking out of his old, worn-out boxers as they hung on his body. Her heart rate quickened as she worried about Jillian noticing her son’s exposure.
Turning to Victoria with a tear streaming down her cheek, Jillian gave her a smile.
Victoria returned an uneasy one. “Um, do you want to stay for breakfast?”
“Oh, no. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”
“Okay, then.”
“I’ve got to go.” Jillian looked back at Rob. “Come home when you’re ready, and we can talk more about it.”
“I will.”
Jillian stood motionless for a moment, glancing at the two of them, her suspicion creeping back. Forcing those thoughts from her head, she delivered a comforting smile to Victoria. “If you want to talk about the David thing, call me later.”
“Okay, thanks.”
After closing the door, Victoria took a deep breath and looked at Rob. “Shit! Why did we do this?”
“I’ll tell you why… It was fucking amazing!”
/> “Yeah…” Her heart raced and she suddenly felt her mouth go dry. “It was amazing, but… don’t go… uh… buying me flowers, or anything. This can’t happen again, and we can never, ever tell her or anyone else. Got that?”
“Sure, but where the hell did you learn to suck cock like that? I mean, you’re, like, a blowjob expert.”
After blushing for a moment, she came back to her senses. “Promise me. Tell no one.”
“Who, me… what? Don’t worry about me. I’ll never say a word.”
He gave her a sexy smile before moving his gaze down to the bulge growing in his boxers. “Look, you got me worked up again, just thinking about your lips wrapped around my dick. Since we’re never going to do it again, do you wanna maybe just once more…?” He motioned toward her bedroom with a head nod.
Glancing down at his boxers, she shook her head in disbelief. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask me that.” After pointing toward his clothes draped across the chair, she turned and disappeared behind her bedroom door.
He frowned as he began putting on his clothes.
12
Rob returned home minutes later. Brian was sitting out by the pool, drinking a beer. Jillian and Rob stood by the back door, staring out at him.
She placed her hand on his shoulder. “Are you really okay with this?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“He feels so bad about this. Can you go out there and make him feel better?”
She handed him two beers, and he walked out and sat in the lounge chair next to Brian. Glancing over to him with a sorrowful look, Brian shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry about last night.”
Rob grinned. “Nice dick.” He handed Brian a beer.
“Sorry about that, too.”
“If I was gay, you would definitely be my type.”
They each took a big gulp from their beers, looked at each other with straight faces, then broke into a smile. Brian’s smile slowly faded, and he looked at Rob with a serious expression. “Your mom… Really, I didn’t intend, uh… It just happened.”
“I know.”
They took another hit from their beers. Rob said, “Well, I did fuck Natalie in the ass, and all. Even when you guys were still…”
“Yeah, you did, you little prick.” Brian broke into a slight grin.
“But it’s not like I fucked your mom in the ass, or anything.”
Before Rob even finished getting it out, Brian’s brain launched into an exploration of four uniquely separate emotions. First was amusement, since the comment—although inappropriate—was pretty funny. Second was lust, since he’d actually done that to Rob’s mother, and it was magical (the image flashed in his mind). Third was guilt, since he had actually DONE that to Rob’s mother, and it was FUCKING MAGICAL (the image of Rob catching them doing that flashed in his mind). And finally, fourth was revulsion, since an image of Rob and Brian’s mother, Beverly, doing exactly that flashed into his mind and stuck for way, way, way too freaking long.
Closing his eyes, Brian tried to think of something, really anything, else. When that failed, he simply gave Rob a nervous look and guzzled his beer.
After taking a big sip of his own, Rob looked at him. “Just joking. I would never, you know… your mom’s ass.”
Brian gave him a supportive nod. “I know.”
Rob took a deep breath and stared at him. “I’m starting to understand how a guy our age could be attracted, really attracted, to an older woman.”
Brian didn’t know what to make of the comment but smiled in support anyway.
Rob stared out at the pool in a trace-like state as he said slowly, “They really know so much about, uh…” He shook his head. “I mean, I think they’re more experienced in…” Turning to Brian’s bewildered stare, he cleared his throat. “I’m just going to shut up now.”
After a moment of silence, Brian looked back at him. “Jillian’s really not that much older than I am.”
“I know, you jerk. You lied to me all those years.” Rob sneered at him with mock-anger.
“I didn’t want you to think I was a loser.”
“You are a loser.”
Rob put his beer out to clink with Brian’s. “Congratulations… Dad.”
Brian clinked his beer. “Thanks, Son.”
After sharing a chuckle, they each took a big gulp. Rob gave him a lethally serious look. “Break her heart, and I’ll kill you.”
“I won’t.”
“Put your penis back on my face, and I’ll really kill you.”
“That will never happen again. It was all Victoria’s idea. I mean…” Brian looked away with his words trailing off and praying he wouldn’t need to explain.
Rob gave him a strange look and decided not to ask as they both stared out toward the pool.
Jillian drove Brian to the airport a few hours later. He had two more days of training in New Jersey, then he was to pick up the new car he had ordered. It would be his first one ever. From there, he would pack everything he owned (which wasn’t much) from his parents’ home in Delaware, load it in the car, and drive down to Miami to finally move in with Jillian. He had a few days off before reporting to the Miami office for his new assignment. Brian and Jillian decided to fly together to Delaware to meet his parents during that short break. His parents were extremely curious about this older woman who was now such an important part of their son’s life.
13
The next day, Victoria began her summer class. She had also secured a position as a teacher’s assistant for a Psychology 301 class during the first summer session. She was told the TA experience would look good on her application if she decided to go on and get her doctorate degree. During the first day of class, she was brought up to the front of the group of twenty male and nine female students and introduced as the assistant; all but one of the male students claimed to need help—a lot of help.
On her third day of classes, John spotted Victoria walking on campus. Rushing over, he thanked her for sending the e-mail with all the links for therapies for his little bedroom problems. He apologized for not replying. He was just too embarrassed. He told her he’d spent a lot of time reviewing the links and trying the techniques, and had experienced some success. Sharing with her that he’d been working on it, he said things were moving along. He mentioned that some of the exercises did require a partner, as she had suggested in her e-mail, and she gave him a sexy smile. He told her he had to run, because he was on his way to football practice, but he gave her an open invitation to visit any time she wanted. She happily accepted and showed up the next day.
As she sat in the bleachers watching the group of eighty muscular, young, elite college athletes beat the crap out of each other on the field, she was more than a little aroused. There had only been her one night with Rob, and she still felt sex-starved since that night was nothing more than a drunken, guilt-ridden blur. She craved some guilt-free memorable fucking, and she wanted it soon.
Evaluating the players, not on their athletic ability but on their fuckability, she was in her glory. Several players were at the top of her list, but at least twenty of them were good enough to take home. John had stopped over when she first arrived and told her that after practice he would give her a tour of his office and the locker room. Grinning, she was hoping the locker room would be filled with showering men.
John brought her into his office through a side door, and she had a seat on the sofa. She could hear the raucous voices of the team in the adjoining locker room. Glancing at the wall of windows with drawn blinds that stood between her and all those players, who were probably naked, she crossed her legs to contain her excitement. This was a fantasy come true.
When the door from the locker area opened, and one of the assistant coaches poked his head into the room, she struggled to look around him to catch a glimpse of the goings on. He said, “Debbie wants to see you…” He rolled his eyes. “Um, now.”
John sighed. The assistant coach quickly looked Victoria over, smiled, th
en slipped away. John said, “It’s the athletic director… Sorry, I’ll only be a couple minutes at the most.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. Take all the time you need with your boss.” She gave him a bright smile.
After he left the room, she waited almost ten seconds before rushing to peek through the blinds. She found a scene ripped from one of her fantasies. There were at least forty guys in various states of undress. She had never seen so much cock in one room. Looking right, she spotted part of the communal shower area through an entryway and could see two naked black guys with long penises soaping themselves up as they joked around. She looked left just as a huge hulk of a player, who must have been three hundred fifty pounds, bent over, pushed his jock strap down and exposed his huge, sweaty, hairy balls and enormous ass just a few feet from her view. Shuddering, she quickly averted her eyes to the right and began a Jaclynesque narrative in her mind. She picked out her six favorites and inserted them in the story…
Athletic director Victoria Wilde walked into the shower room bare-ass naked. In the center of the room, a rain showerhead hung from above, and surrounding the room were six showerheads, two on each wall. Walking past the six hot young men showering against the walls, she sauntered over to stand under the fall of the gently flowing warm water. She closed her eyes and tipped her face toward the ceiling, letting the water kiss her hair and body.
All eyes were on her as she moved from under the spray and slowly turned, drinking in the six perfect athletes, each with his distinctly shaped, flaccid penis hanging before her. Licking her lips, Victoria wore a sexy smile. She put her hands between her legs and began slowly stroking herself. Gazing at the prospects, she announced, “Who really wants to make this team?”