Read Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) Online
Authors: Ian Dalton
Tags: #sex, #sexy, #divorce, #younger man, #older woman, #contemporary fiction, #tennis, #friends with benefits
"You guys did it!" She shot him a big
grin.
"No, we decided to just be friends. Only
friends. It’s way too complicated, and I’m still in love with
Natalie—at least, I think I am. She can do this thing with her
leg—"
"Friends who swim naked together in a pool?"
she interrupted as she shook her head, confused.
"Exactly! We have this whole cool
arrangement called friends—" He stopped himself, remembering the
rules. Turning a fake key on his lips, he shut them tight.
She looked at him like he was crazy. Then
she remembered Jillian telling her not to touch Brian until she
made up her mind if she was going to pursue a relationship with
him. It sure sounded like she had made up her mind. Victoria
pondered this while looking at Brian’s pecs. "Where’s Jillian?"
"Hiding in her car."
"Naked?"
"Yes, she is. I’m kind of in a hurry, since
she's naked and all, so if I could just get some clothes and the
key, I’ll..."
"Relax, she’ll be fine for a few more
minutes." Sitting back on the sofa, she continued to look him over.
"Are you drunk?"
"Not really. I mean, I had some drinks
earlier, but I’m fine now." He broke into silly laughter for no
apparent reason.
She eyed him strangely. "Okay let me get you
all taken care of."
Victoria returned with the keys, a pair of
the tightest, shortest shorts, and a half shirt. When she handed
him the clothes, he scoffed. "You’re serious?"
"That’s all I have." She looked him in the
eye wearing a straight face.
She took a good look at
his penis as he slipped on the tight shirt that barely covered his
stomach. She watched as he struggled to slip on the shorts. Once he
had them fully on, an uncomfortable look appeared on his face, as
the super-tight shorts were smothering all of his manly parts. When
Brian shimmied uncomfortably,
he
popped out the side of the shorts. He looked
relieved until he glanced down and saw it hanging there. Giggling,
he glanced at her. "I guess I can’t go out like this."
After staring at the problem area,
mesmerized, she shook her way back to reality. "Just shove it back
in."
He tried twice, but each time it fell back
out.
She grinned with her eyes still locked on
it. "Do you want some help?"
Before he said, "Sure,"
she was already on her way over. She knelt in front of him and
held
it
in her
hands, admiring it as he stood there, looking straight ahead,
desperately trying not to laugh.
Licking her lips, she stared at his manhood.
"So, uh, you guys are only going to be friends?"
She looked up at his face and caught his
nod. Smiling, she returned her gaze back down to it. "You’re
sure?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely." He started to
giggle.
"What is it?"
"It tickles a little."
Victoria held his penis gently,
contemplating what, exactly, to do with it. He looked at her. "Your
hands are so warm."
"Is Jillian really locked out?"
"Yepper."
Exhaling deeply, she tore her eyes away from
his groin and up to his face. "Will you let her in and come right
back here?"
"I guess I could." He rocked back and forth
slightly with his eyes closed.
Carefully sliding him back
into the shorts, she directed
it
across his hip. She smiled since it looked like
he was trying to smuggle a good-sized sausage. Victoria began
adjusting him in the tight shorts, and she could tell that it was
starting to grow. She wasn’t sure if she was actually trying to
help him, or if she was trying to get him hard. When his penis
flopped out again, it was quite a bit bigger from all her
attention. Instead of trying again, this time she massaged it with
both hands as he exhaled deeply.
"You do have one gorgeous cock." Closely
admiring it, she licked her lips.
"Thanks," Brian said casually, as if he’d
heard it a thousand times before.
After examining the logistics of getting him
back in those shorts, she narrowed her eyes. "I don’t think I can
get it back in, because it keeps getting bigger."
"Well that’s because you keep playing with
it. Maybe if you stopped pulling on it," Brian mockingly scolded
her as he patted her on the head like a dog while fighting back a
laugh.
She looked him in the eye. "Are you
high?"
After pausing, he grinned at her.
"Maybe."
He tried to pull himself together. "I’m
fine. But I really need to get back to Jillian. So, maybe you can
actually help me get everything back inside, so I can go."
"Okay," Victoria stopped the near-hand job,
stood, and really decided to give it some thought now. Staring down
at the problem area, she rubbed her chin. "Why don’t you put the
shorts on backwards? I think they have more coverage in the
back."
Brian slipped the shorts off, turned them
around, and they did, in fact, fit a little better in the front,
but the back was another story. He looked down, a little more
satisfied, glanced at Victoria, and she nodded her approval. Then
he spun around for her to check out the back and asked how he
looked. Craning his neck back, he tried to see his ass, but could
not. In the back, the shorts were disappearing into his crack, and
the bottoms of each cheek were sticking out. Brian looked a little
like a woman heading out to the beach in St. Tropez. Smirking, she
told him he looked fine. She reached out to give him the keys but
would not let them go as he tried to take them.
She continued to hold them tight. "You promised
you would come back."
"I know."
"Just tell her you need to return the clothes
and the keys."
Brian swallowed hard; there was something so
incredibly sexy and yet frightening about Victoria—like if she had
sex with him, he’d never walk again.
After releasing the keys, she took one last
look at him in those shorts. "Hurry back."
"Okay."
He turned to the door, and she eyed his ass.
"Brian, have you ever been around the world?"
Turning back to her slowly, he looked at
her, baffled. "Uh, no."
She gave him a sexy smile. "When you come
back, I’ll take you."
He returned another confused look and then
ran the hell out of there.
Brian’s high was wearing off just enough for
him to realize he looked completely ridiculous in that outfit. He
ran back to Jillian’s in pretty much the same hiding mode in which
he ran to Victoria’s. Shocked, she watched as he rushed to the car,
opened the door, and quickly slid in next to her. After breaking
into laughter, she looked him over once more. "I can’t believe that
this is what she gave you to wear!"
"Is this not a good look for me?" Brian
asked sarcastically.
"It’s nice, but it’s probably a little
dangerous to be running around Miami in the middle of the night in
that outfit."
After summoning their nerve, the pair rushed
to the front door. Jillian opened it, and they quietly slipped
inside.
Rob was in the hallway upstairs; he heard a
noise downstairs and called out, "Mom? Brian?"
The two looked at each other in shock, and then
Brian said, "Rob?" He immediately covered his mouth with his hand,
as Jillian glared at his mistake.
Rob asked, "Where are you?"
Brian froze, confused,
while she gave him a look that told him,
"Say something now, you idiot."
"I’m heading to the weight room," Brian
announced, shrugging his shoulders at Jillian.
"I’ll meet you there."
As they heard Rob approach, Brian and
Jillian stood, frozen, until he spotted the coat closet, opened it,
and shoved his naked friend-with-partial-benefits inside. Brian
then ran toward the back of the house.
Once in the weight room, Brian sat down on
the butterfly machine and began doing repetitions.
Rob entered and gave him a
strange look that turned into a
really
strange look when he noticed
Brian's girly, super-tight outfit. "Dude, what the fuck are you
wearing?"
"Oh this, uh, your mother lent this to me.
All my stuff is dirty."
"If you need to borrow some clothes, just
let me know."
Brian stood, and Rob
really got a good look at his parts. "Seriously, let me get you
something, because in that outfit, I can tell exactly what
everything
looks like
and believe me that is information I really didn’t want to have."
Rob narrowed his eyes. "My mother gave you those?"
"Yes."
"She didn’t actually see you wearing that
did she?"
"No, she’s not feeling well. She just handed
them out to me through her door. I really haven’t seen her much at
all since I came back from the bar... you know."
Rob studied him for a moment. "Are you
stoned?"
"No."
"You sure? You’re acting really strange."
Rob shook his head, confused. "Why the hell are you working out at
midnight?"
"I’m wired."
Sighing, Rob looked away. "Me too. Laura and
I had a fight."
"That sucks."
Rob gave him a serious look. "You know, we
haven’t really seen each other this whole trip. I still feel like I
kind of abandoned you here all by yourself."
"No, I’ve been fine, really."
"Let’s do something tomorrow, all day.
There’s this topless beach we could hit. Sometimes there are
supermodels there."
"Sounds awesome."
"But seriously, let me lend you some
clothes, because we need to walk through the gay beach to get to
the topless one, and we don't want to give those guys the wrong
idea. Okay?"
After sharing a grin, they headed upstairs.
Rob walked behind Brian and when he glanced down at Brian’s ass
hanging out of the shorts, he looked like he might vomit. He
shielded his eyes but couldn't resist one more peek at Brian’s ass
as it hung out of the girly shorts.
Both Brian and Jillian lay in their separate
beds with their respective highs wearing off just enough to realize
that maybe the whole friends-with-partial-benefits thing was a bad
idea. They both thought it was inappropriate, at best, and
completely dangerous, at worst.
As Brian lay in bed, he couldn’t stop
thinking about how close they had been to actually having sex
together. Jillian was gorgeous and sexy and everything, but he
would never be able to forgive himself if he slept with Rob’s
mother. They were best friends, and he felt Rob would never do
anything like that to him. Rob would never consider banging his
mom. Even though his mother looked nowhere near as spectacular as
Jillian, it still wasn’t right. Brian was glad that both he and
Jillian had decided to apply the brakes to their relationship, but
that didn’t stop him from thinking about her until he fell asleep.
He wondered if she was thinking about him as well.
About an hour later, both he and Jillian
were still awake and mostly clearheaded. What three hours ago
seemed like genius and one hour ago seemed like a possible
miscalculation, now seemed like an embarrassing train wreck of an
evening. They both dreaded facing one another the next day.
Just after eight, Jillian got up, went
downstairs, and made a cup of tea. Brian came down minutes later,
and they shared an awkward look and then exchanged good mornings
but didn’t say anything else. After pouring him a cup, Jillian led
the way to the pool. She wore a long, thick robe but still looked
damn sexy; he wore a GSU college T-shirt and shorts. They both
slumped into the loungers with their minds racing about the
previous night. Staring straight ahead at the pool, they were
thinking the same things but not saying a word.
They shared intermittent, uneasy smiles in
each other's directions as their eyes met. Huddling in her
comfortable robe, Jillian had her legs pulled up as she held the
scalding tea an inch from her chin. She cradled it in both hands,
almost shivering like it was freezing outside, when it was really a
mild 72 degrees.
He glanced at her. "Good tea."
"It’s going to be beautiful day today. Low
humidity," she said.
"Huh, really…" After sharing an
uncomfortable smile, he asked, "So, where did you get that, uh,
pot?"
"Victoria."
He lifted his eyebrows, not at all
surprised.
She widened her eyes. "Strong."
"Really, really, really super-strong."
"You’re not yourself... at all... when
you’re smoking it."
Shaking his head, he took a sip of tea.
"Even though you think you’re thinking perfectly clearly, you
probably aren’t."
"Exactly, and the weird
thing is you remember
every
word."
"Every word," Brian repeated as he nodded
along with her. They looked at one another and shared a long,
uncomfortable glance. After pausing, he placed his cup on the table
between them and then swung his legs toward her. "Let me try to
recap yesterday to see if we're both on the same page."
Jillian turned toward him, and her robe
opened up a little too much to where he got a glimpse of yet
another pair of her sexy, spectacular underwear. He waved his
finger at the problem area as he looked away shyly.
After correcting the problem, she closed her
eyes, embarrassed. "Sorry."
He looked back at her. "First the
movie."
"Really inappropriate. I was actually only
reaching for the popcorn."
"But it wasn’t there," he said slowly.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Could happen to
anyone."
"Oh, agreed. Second, I came back here, and
you were smoking the, uh... and I shared the... uh... with you, and
then we came up with the—"