Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (9 page)

After adjusting his hand position, he
glanced over at her as she worked herself into the
downward-facing-dog yoga position, her string-covered ass staring
back at him. She held the position, and she looked great.

Brian exhaled deeply, lifted the weight off
the rack, and brought it down to his chest. He heaved it back up
for one good repetition. Feeling strong, he steadied the weight
above his chest, preparing for his second rep, and looked toward
Victoria again, just as she was adjusting to a position with her
legs spread. At that moment, her bikini bottom came untied on one
side and slipped from her hip, exposing a gorgeous view of half of
everything she had. Brian’s eyes widened. He brought the bar down
to his chest a little harder than he intended, and he seemed
powerless to push it up.

While Victoria remained preoccupied with
grabbing the loose string of her bikini bottoms, he made grunting
noises. Looking at him through her knees, she realized he might be
in trouble. She quickly straightened and rushed to him, as the
other side of her swimsuit bottom became untied and fell from her
body. She stood next to him, unsure what to do, considering she was
completely nude from the waist down and only a foot from his
face.

Brian again struggled to lift the weight
from his chest and failed, as he looked right into her beautiful
midsection.

"Help me!" he finally blurted out.

Shaking her hands in a panic, she paused to
think. Then lifting one leg over him, and straddling him—her naked
parts just six inches from his face—she grabbed the bar with two
hands and attempted to lift it away from him. He looked directly at
her womanhood and froze. He didn’t or couldn’t attempt to help her
at all. Instead, he stared as if he were in a trance. She struggled
once more before losing her balance and falling back, landing right
onto his groin and causing him to yell out in pain.

It was at that the moment that Jillian
walked into the room. She spotted Victoria nude from the waist
down, sitting on top of Brian as he fought to balance the weight on
his chest. Jillian rushed over.

"Victoria, what the hell are you doing?"

"I’m trying to help him."

"Why are you naked?" Jillian asked.

"I’m not naked—not completely anyway,"
Victoria insisted.

"I told you to stay out of the pool."

"I didn’t go in. I swear."

"Then why can I clearly see your nipples?
Your top is soaking wet," Jillian said curtly.

"I, uh, was hot, so I used the spray
bottle."

Jillian glared at her, since that was a
clear violation of the spirit of her no-using-the-pool rule.

Struggling to speak, Brian groaned, "GUT HIR
UF ME!"

Jillian heard something, but she couldn't
make it out. She leaned in close to him, and he tried again.

"Get. Her. Off. Of. Me."

"Oh." Jillian gave Victoria an annoyed look.
"Could you get the hell off him?"

After getting to her feet, Victoria moved
away from the bench, while Jillian got behind Brian, in the proper
spotting position. She counted to three, and together they returned
the bar to the rack. Still lying on the bench, Brian breathed
deeply.

Jillian glared at Victoria. "Why were you
giving him a lap dance?"

"I wasn’t," Victoria shot back.

"And why aren’t you wearing bottoms?"

"They fell off when I was doing some
stretching," Victoria said casually.

"Maybe because you’re not wearing anything
close to proper workout attire?" Jillian looked down at the
still-uncovered Victoria, noticed she was hairless down there, and
said, "My God, you’re completely shaved?"

"You like it?" Victoria asked.

Jillian didn’t respond, so Victoria looked
at Brian who was, of course, staring right at it again.

He glanced up at Victoria’s face, smiled,
and returned his attention to the area in question. "Personally I
prefer a ‘landing strip,’ but now you’ve got me rethinking that...
I do like it."

Victoria smiled as Jillian pondered what
exactly a ‘landing strip’ was, but she let it go rather than
ask.

The women both looked at Brian and noticed
his shorts, which sported a slight bulge, as well as a big wet spot
in the center.

Victoria laughed. "Looks like someone got a
little too excited."

Sitting up, he looked down at his shorts and
said defensively, "I did not."

Brian and Jillian gave Victoria a suspicious
look.

Victoria made a face, looked down toward her
pussy, and then back to Brian’s shorts. "Okay, maybe it was
me."

Victoria ran a hand down between her legs, as
Jillian looked on with a horrified expression and Brian watched,
open-mouthed. Pulling her hand back, she said casually, "Yes,
you’re right—it was me. Sorry about that. I’m really, really weaa—"
She stopped talking when she saw Jillian’s dismayed look and then
hurriedly said, "Sweaty. I’m very sweaty. It’s hot out there. That,
um, Florida humidity, and all." Victoria repeated towards Brian,
"Sorry."

He simply looked at her like a lost puppy.
"Don’t worry about it."

Catching Jillian's glare, Victoria asked,
"What?"

"I told you to put on the cover-up."

"There wasn’t time. I saw him fall off the
treadmill and rushed in to help."

Jillian inquired of Brian, "Is this
true?"

"I did sorta fall off the treadmill," Brian
admitted sheepishly.

Jillian grabbed a towel from a table and
tossed it to her friend. "Would you please put this on? Why don’t
you do us all a favor and go back out and work on your tan?"

Looking a little sad, Victoria held the
towel for a moment before reaching down to pick up her bottoms. She
walked from the room, not bothering to wrap the towel around her
waist.

Brian said, "Thanks for helping me. I’m not sure
what happened. Usually I can handle that much weight."

"I think I know what happened," she said.

Brian stood and shot her an embarrassed grin as
she added, "Sorry you had to see all of her like that just now. It
was—"

"Oh, no... I saw it before when she was on the
leg curl machine."

"What?" Jillian asked.

"She had me spotting her earlier on the leg
machine, and everything just sorta popped out—if you know what I
mean. Proving that you’re totally right about that not being a
proper workout outfit." Brian glanced out the window to watch
Victoria as she headed to the pool. "She’s a real firecracker."

"She’s a Darren Star production."

After grinning, he gave her a confused
look.

"Darren Star, the creator of Sex and the
City."

His eyes lit up. "Oh, Samantha. Yeah, I’ve
seen an episode or two... maybe," Brian said a little
hesitantly.

She chuckled, and then they both watched as
Victoria unabashedly slipped the bikini bottoms up her legs and
over her ass as she stood near the pool.

Jillian added, "Maybe a little more like
Samantha on female Viagra." They smiled and shared a nod.

"Has she always been like this? I’m not
complaining, just curious," Brian asked.

"Her husband died two years ago. She
worshiped him. He was only forty-two, and they had a very active
sex life."

Brian gave her a solemn look and asked
hesitantly, "He didn’t, uh, die while they were... doing it, did
he?"

"Surprisingly, no," she said with a slight
grin. Her expression sobered as she revealed, "It was a brain
tumor. Ever since then, she’s been living life to the fullest. She
rarely says no to anything."

"I’ll bet," he said. "That’s not a bad
philosophy. You never know what could happen."

They shared another nod and looked at
Victoria as she lay in the lounge chair, once again squirting down
her bikini with the spray bottle.

"He left her with a lot of life insurance,
an unfilled sexual appetite, and a little mad at the world. That’s
a dangerous combination."

When they could both clearly see Victoria’s
nipples again, Jillian said, "Now I’ve got to take that from her."
Then she headed to the door.

"Don’t do it on my account," he said.

When she reached the door, Jillian tossed
over her shoulder, "Rob could come home, and he doesn’t need to see
those."

Brian watched her go, disagreeing with her
one hundred percent.

Brian rushed up to his room and went into
the bathroom; he noticed the remnants of Victoria’s lap dance were
still slightly visible on his shorts. He pulled them off, took a
close look, and then shook his head and smiled as he stood in front
of the mirror. After pausing to think, he hesitantly brought the
shorts to his nose. It had been so long since he’d smelled a
woman’s delicious scent. He inhaled deeply then closed his eyes,
savoring the musk. Luckily, he hadn’t yet broken a sweat in the
gym, so what he was breathing in was all Victoria. He fantasized
about being back in the gym, gazing at Victoria’s perfect ass in
the string bikini as she lay on the leg machine.

But as he pictured it in his mind, it was
Jillian’s ass he saw in his mind’s eye. (He remembered it so
vividly after seeing her by the pool.) He exhaled deeply as he
imagined running his hands slowly up both of her legs until he
reached her curvy rear. He slipped his hands to the ties on each
side of her bottoms and slowly pulled the strings until they fell
away. Reaching up, he peeled down the lone string that had slipped
between her cheeks, as Jillian lifted her ass off the bench and
exposed her shaved pussy and tiny pink asshole to him. He leaned in
to kiss her, and—

Pulling himself out of the fantasy, he
dropped the shorts to the floor, and glanced down at his erection,
which was fighting to break free from his boxer briefs. Ashamed, he
looked up at himself in the mirror. How could he be fantasizing
about doing that to his best friend’s mother? He stripped off his
clothes and showered, ignoring his massive erection. It would be a
cold shower—a really cold one.

After the unfulfilling shower, Brian walked
to the window and saw that Jillian and Victoria were still out by
the pool. He decided he’d spend the rest of the day in the house
rather than go out and risk joining them. Maybe that way he could
avoid throwing himself into another potentially embarrassing
situation. He felt Victoria was an attractive but dangerous woman
who acted as though a giant meteor was four hours from destroying
the planet, and she wanted to bang as many guys as she could before
impact.

Rob returned from his day trip with Laura
just before dinner. She had been arguing with him most of the day
about why he chose to bring Brian home with him, since it would
undoubtedly lead to Rob and her spending less time together. She
had planned to spend most of the week with Rob having sex, but he'd
been back more than a day, and they still hadn’t done it once. The
trip they took that day was unavoidable, and Rob felt like he
couldn’t leave Brian all alone in the house on only his second
night in Miami. But Laura demanded that he spend the night with
her, especially since it was his birthday. She promised to find an
attractive friend for Brian so they could double date, but on such
short notice, Laura didn’t have a chance to find someone for that
night.

Rob swore to Laura that it would just be the
two of them going out that night, but then he thought he had a
better idea. Brian could be their designated driver. It would be
his birthday gift to Rob. That way, both Rob and Laura could start
drinking at dinner, get really drunk at a bar afterward, and they
could spend most of the night with Brian while he drove them around
the city.

When Rob and Brian picked Laura up, Brian could
tell that she was not at all happy to see him in the driver’s seat,
and it wasn't until she downed her third drink at the restaurant
that she finally appeared to get over it. While Brian knew that the
happy couple hadn’t seen much of each other recently, he didn’t
know that it had been almost three months since they'd actually had
sex. Out of the corner of his eye, Brian could see that during
dessert, Laura began feeling Rob’s crotch under the table. She
either didn't care that he noticed or figured he couldn't tell.
Then after dinner, on the way to the bar, Brian was convinced that
she performed a hand job on his friend as they sat huddled next to
each other in the back seat. He couldn't see it, per se, but he
could certainly hear it in Rob's cracking voice as they struggled
to make small talk during the ten-minute drive.

Jillian began working on her manuscript around
10:00 p.m., but she couldn’t get the term, "landing strip," out of
her head. In her mind, she flashed back to Victoria’s presentation
down there. When she finally shook Victoria’s prepubescent look
from her head, she stripped and took a good look at her own
neglected area. And while she wasn’t completely out of control,
Jillian thought she was probably—at the very least—in need of an
update.

When Jillian performed an
Internet search for "landing strip"
and
found that the very first result was not an airport landing strip
but a Wikipedia bikini-waxing page, she had to giggle. She marveled
that even some of the most innocent phrases are slang for a body
part or a sex act and can lead to some very un-kid friendly
results. Eventually, though, she found exactly what she was looking
for, including explicit pictures, and picked up advice on trimming
and shaving that most sensitive of areas. She also viewed a lot of
pictures of variations on the landing-strip concept and picked the
one she found most appealing.

After collecting all the needed supplies, she
took a hot bath and performed her hair design work. When she was
done, she was pleased. It felt clean and new, and she felt
instantly different, almost as if she were ten years younger. The
experience inspired her to write a scene about Dallas spying on
Katrina while she gave herself the very same sensual trim job.
Jillian wrote for two hours and then lay in bed unable to sleep.
After another thirty minutes, she took an Ambien, hoping it would
do its usual trick.