Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1)

by Ian Dalton

  41

  At the graduation for the Georgia State University Class of 2011, Jillian had two men to be proud of: her son, for whom she could openly celebrate, and Brian, for whom she had to cheer secretly. She saw Brian alone for only a few minutes during the few days she was in Atlanta. Brian’s parents and younger brother, Jim, were also in attendance, and the two families went to dinner together after the ceremony. Outside the restroom, Jillian and Brian shared a few words and a quick kiss, but only on the cheek, which was within the F.W.P.B. rules. Back at the table, Jillian proposed a toast, which she prepared for the two new graduates.

  She smiled. "I’m so proud of you, Rob. You’ve grown into a responsible, caring, and motivated young man, and Brian, although, I’ve only known you a couple of months, I feel, um..." she began to get choked up a little and curled her lip as everyone at the table looked on, moved by her emotion. After taking a sip of water, she started again, "Sorry. My baby boy is now a college graduate, and it... um... I can’t explain it..."

  Rob rolled his eyes, and Laura squeezed his knee under the table.

  Jillian sniffled. "Anyway, good luck to you both, and I kind of stole this off the Internet, so don’t hate me... I’m a writer, and I should be able to come up with this stuff on my own, but this was so good I had to use it."

  She held the note card with one hand and her wineglass in the other as everyone lifted their glasses. "I hope your dreams take you to the corners of your imagination, to the highest of your hopes, to the windows of your opportunities, and to the most special places your heart..." She began to really lose it. "... has ever longed... for."

  Both of Brian’s parents and his brother were tearing up a little, along with Jillian, Laura, and even Jillian’s cheating bastard of an ex-husband, George. They lifted their glasses, all said cheers, and took a sip.

  After pausing to collect herself a bit, she smiled. "I did change, like, three words in that, it was pretty perfect already, but I kind of had to make it my own."

  Jillian and Brian shared a glance and a knowing smile. He was fighting back his own tears, and he wondered what percent of Jillian’s getting choked up was related to Rob and how much of it was related to the fact that their secret relationship probably had to come to an end at some point—maybe soon. He estimated it was in the fifty-fifty neighborhood.

  She was thinking the exact same thing and feeling horrible that she had put herself in this position to begin with. But she thought if she could go back, she wouldn’t have changed a thing. As she pondered the percent question, she decided on a figure that he would have been ecstatic to hear—something closer to seventy-five percent Brian, twenty-five Rob.

  The next day, Brian drove back to Delaware with his parents, and Jillian returned to Miami with her son.

  42

  A week later, Jillian picked up Brian from the airport. On the way to her house, they spoke about how she had sent Rob and Laura on the longest cruise she could find. Discovering an eleven-day cruise to the Caribbean, which set sail on the exact day of Brian's arrival, was a blessing for her, if not one hell of a graduation gift for her son. Neither said much else during the short drive, although Jillian did comment on the mustache that Brian had grown since graduation. It looked ridiculous on him, but she told him she liked it. She reminded him that she had that belated graduation present for him, and he told her he had a surprise for her, as well.

  When they arrived back at the house, they went up to the bedroom. After tossing his bag on the floor, he grabbed her. "I missed you."

  They kissed, and it grew heated as they began groping each other like they hadn't seen each other in months. Placing her hands on his chest, she pulled back from him a little, flustered. "Me, too, but, uh, let’s save this for later, after my surprise."

  "Yeah, I’d like to wait until later also." He widened his eyes as he took a step back from her, trying to regain his composure.

  She shrugged. "So, what should we do?"

  After sharing a knowing look, he grinned. "Do you want to hit some?"

  She ripped her shirt off, as did he...

  It was late in the day; the sun was blaring onto the court at an annoying angle, and they both wore sunglasses to fight it off, especially while serving. Jillian won the first set, and Brian took the second. The third set was tied six-all, and they went into a tiebreak.

  After a quick rest and drink at the bench, he stood and pulled off his wet shirt to change it. She walked to the service line as he picked up a new shirt. After pausing to think, he grinned, deciding to go bare-chested. He walked back to his side of the court.

  When she saw his half-nude body, she scoffed. "That’s not fair. I’ll be distracted."

  "This," he began by motioning with his hand up and down his chest. "This is going to distract you?"

  "It might."

  "Take your shirt and bra off then. We’ll be even-steven, as you say." Placing his hands on his hips, he wore a smarmy smile.

  She returned a scowl. "You know I can’t play like that. They’d get in the way."

  "Not my problem. Just serve, and stop whining."

  She was a little distracted by his sweaty muscular body, and he was up four–two in the tiebreak when they returned to the bench to get a drink and switch sides. As he walked back to the service line, she secretly stripped off her panties and tossed them into her bag. While walking to the service line, she wore an evil grin.

  He gave her an odd look. "What are you smiling about? You’re three points from losing this."

  "Nothing." She batted her eyes at him before turning away coolly. He shook his head, now even more perplexed.

  She walked back to retrieve a ball, put her legs together, bent over way too much, and flashed her naked ass to him. His pulse quickened at the sight of her.

  "Are you wearing a thong? That is not cool."

  "I might be," she teased.

  "Maybe I’ll just pull it out right here. How would you like that?"

  "That would be against U.S.T.A. rules, and you would automatically forfeit the match."

  "And a thong is not against the rules?"

  "No, it’s not." She stared back at him with her head held high.

  He was obviously distracted while she played some focused tennis, winning four straight points and going up six–four. Smiling in preparation of her next ploy, she was just one point from victory. A ball sat on his side of the net, and he began walking to retrieve it. She stopped him. "I’ll get it. You’ll need all your energy."

  He watched suspiciously as she walked all the way to his side and knelt down to pick up the ball. After pulling her sunglasses off, she lifted her skirt up in the front and used it to wipe off her lenses. This exposed her fabulously-trimmed female parts, which were just twenty feet from him. He had an unobstructed view of her as she wiped the glasses for nearly ten unnecessary seconds.

  Stunned, he watched as she dropped the hem of her skirt and walked slowly over to him.

  She got really close and said softly, "When your shirt was wet, you took it off..." Running her index finger slowly down his sweaty chest to his belly button, she smiled. "My underwear was soaked, so I did the same."

  He stammered with his voice cracking, "This... uh... isn’t fair."

  She parted her lips as she moved within an inch of his face. "Good…" Leaning in, she gave him a passionate kiss while pressing her body into his. When she pulled back from him, Jillian finished her sentiment, "... luck." She turned and headed back to her side of the court, leaving him breathing heavily and uncomfortably adjusting his shorts.

  Brian’s voice cracked again as he shot back, "You’re going down."

  As Jillian passed the net, she yelled back, "I won’t be now, and I certainly won’t be later."

  After processing this for a second, he gave her a pathetic look. "Really?"

  She retrieved her racket and smiled. "Just kidding."

  She bounced the ball, prepared to serve, and then said confidently, "Match point."
/>
  "Bring it," he said as he continued to grimace and fight with his shorts.

  She hit a solid serve to his forehand, but it was clearly playable. Grinning, he took a huge backswing to really nail it but swung badly. The ball hit off the side of the racquet frame, launched high into the air, and headed the wrong way.

  They both watched it as it traveled almost in slow motion out of the court and into the pool. He exhaled, defeated; she made a fist with her right hand in celebration, and they both headed to the net.

  When they reached the net, she grinned. He gave her a frown and said while trying to maintain a straight face, "I’m going to check the rule book on that whole production. There’s got to be some violation there." After shaking hands, they walked toward the bench.

  He sat down as she tossed her racquet into the bag. Pausing a moment, gazing at his shirtless, sweaty body, she wanted him now and badly. He put his head down as he struggled to catch his breath. She looked him over once more and then glanced toward the pool. A smile spread over her face as she turned and headed off the court, pulling off her shirt and bra along the way. Looking up, he watched her with surprise. She stood still as she slipped off her skirt, stepped out of it, and then bent over sexily to remove her shoes and socks. He continued staring, mesmerized. She never looked back as she made her way to the water and dove in. He grinned. Bending over, he fought to remove his double-knotted shoes and sweaty socks. Then he shot up from the bench and ripped down his shorts and underwear and rushed to the pool.

  When he reached the edge, Jillian was floating on a giant ring with her legs spread as she looked up at him, grinning. "I’ve always wanted to try something."

  Smiling, he dove into the pool and swam underwater until he reached her. He came up inside the ring float, between her spread legs and took a quick breath. He extended his tongue to the bottom of her pussy and slowly licked all the way up until he reached her clit, leaving her gasping. He ran his tongue up and down between her slick lips three more times before he glanced up at her. "Is this what you wanted to try?"

  "It is. How’d you—"

  "I read about it in Chapter One."

  She frowned slightly. "No more talking."

  Following her command, he grabbed the side of the float with both hands and pressed his mouth back to her pussy. She slammed her eyes shut, lifted her hips higher, and spread her legs wider as he slipped his tongue deep inside of her. Moaning, she threw her head back into the water as he licked her furiously. She loved it. He paused a moment to gaze at her beautiful parts, then swirled his tongue gently around her clit over and over.

  "Oh, my..." she cried out.

  Lifting her hips higher, she pressed hard into his face. He was trapped between her and the edge of the float, but he didn’t care. He licked faster and faster while she reached up and squeezed her nipples firmly.

  "Oh..." She said softly as he extended his tongue as far out of his mouth as he could and ran his head up and down, quickly licking her entire pussy. She gasped, and when he touched her clit once more with his tongue, a huge climax surged through her loins. Pressing against him, she squeezed her legs around his head as he extended his tongue deep into her pussy. She pulsated around his mouth as he struggled to breathe. After one last wave of orgasm hit her, she spread her legs, finally releasing his head. He slipped down into the water and resurfaced outside the ring and a few feet from her; there, he worked to catch his breath.

  She gazed over at him, satisfied, as she slowly floated away. "That was amazing."

  "You came fast."

  "I almost did on the court."

  He smiled, looking her legs over and shaking his head. "Anytime you want that done, just let me know."

  Grinning, she slipped off the float into the pool and swam to him. "Now you."

  "Now me, what?"

  "You get on the ring."

  His cock expanded in the water as he heard those words. After quickly heading for the float, he struggled to get into position. She dove under water and made her way inside the ring. Coming up between his legs, she took a deep breath, then wiped her eyes. His hard cock stood straight up before her, and she gazed at it almost tentatively. He stared at her, waiting, dying, for her to touch him. Leaning in closer, she looked up at his face. He could feel her warm breath between his legs. Jillian’s gaze traveled back down, and she placed her full mouth directly between his balls.

  Shocked by the sensation, he breathed in deeply and nearly blew his load right then. "Oh shit, that feels..."

  She slipped higher inside the ring, lifting her arms over his legs to bring her mouth just above the head of his cock. The float sank down in the water, then popped back up, causing the cool water of the pool to splash over his parts. Narrowing her eyes, she opened her mouth wide, then quickly slipped it over him. He gasped. She swirled her tongue over the head and then grabbed the base with both hands and bobbed her head up and down over his length.

  He watched her closely with his mouth wide open. "Oh, man..."

  Slamming her eyes closed, she worked him faster and faster. He shut his eyes, enjoying the feel of her warm mouth running over his shaft as the sun baked his skin. His cock expanded further as she sucked him harder. He swallowed hard. "You’ve got to stop, or I’m going to come."

  Glancing up at him, Jillian purred as if she'd never tasted anything better. She pulled her mouth off him and licked all around the head of his cock. Placing her tongue at the slit, she flicked it there a moment before swallowing him whole again. She pushed her body higher up, then took still more of him into her mouth. He moaned loudly; she sucked harder and faster. He screamed out as she cupped his balls, stroked his shaft, and sucked the tip firmly. Then all at once it was upon him, and gripping the side of the float, he exploded between her lips. She moaned as his warm cum flooded her mouth. He flexed every muscle in his body as his extended legs hovered over the pool's surface. After swallowing, she slipped down further on him and just held there as his cock throbbed in her mouth.

  He gazed at her as the float lazily spun around the deep end of the pool. She felt almost weightless as she slipped her mouth off his cock and gently licked his head to capture the last drop of semen as it slipped out.

  After closing his eyes and tilting his head toward the hot sun, he let out a long, slow breath, then glanced at her face. "Wow. That was a great graduation present."

  She shook her head a moment and grinned. "That wasn’t it."

  43

  Ten minutes later, Jillian and Brian were floating naked on large rafts in the pool. The gentle motion of the water, along with the exhaustion from both the tennis and the sex, had rocked them to sleep. Standing at the edge of the pool, Victoria stared down at them, grinning. She studied Brian’s body for a moment before clearing her throat.

  "I can’t believe you two are naked in the pool again."

  The nude pair both awoke, startled. He lifted his head to Victoria groggily and instinctively covered his penis with his hands.

  Flipping off her raft into the pool, Jillian turned to face Victoria. "What the hell are you doing here?"

  Victoria smiled. "I came to borrow that little black dress. I have a date tonight with my neighbor." Then she glanced back at Brian and grinned. "Nice penis, Bri."

  Brian glanced at Jillian, then looked sheepishly at Victoria. "Thanks... again."

  "Don’t you knock?" Jillian asked.

  "I did, but no one answered. So I used my key. I really need that dress."

  Jillian swam over to the edge of the pool. Brian slipped off the raft into the water and joined her. They both looked up at Victoria as she sat down in a lounge chair.

  Sighing, Jillian shook her head. "You can borrow it, but next time call first. If you had walked in here ten minutes earlier..."

  "Oh, it would have been okay, because I’ve decided to become a sex therapist."

  Jillian gave her a skeptical look.

  "I’m going back to school. I only need fifteen credits to earn my mas
ter’s degree. The University of Miami offers a program in marriage and family therapy. I’ll be concentrating in sex therapy, of course."

  "Of course." Jillian raised her eyebrows. "That makes sense. You’ve been practicing unofficially for years."

  Victoria nodded with a big smile. "It combines my two favorite things."

  Holding back a laugh, Brian just had to ask, "What’s that?"

  "Sex and hot college guys."

  Jillian and Brian both returned a matter-of-fact nod.

  "I registered today. I'm taking one summer class and then a full load starting in the middle of August. I could give you two some pointers if you wanted to start up again. I could judge your technique and see if there’s—"

  "No, that’s okay," Jillian interrupted. "I think we have it."

  "I’ll just tell you that you need to be careful in the water, because the natural lubricants in the body are water soluble, so prolonged intercourse in the pool can lead to irritation."

  Jillian chuckled. "We’ll keep that in mind."

  Jillian made eyes at Brian as if to say, I wish she would leave already!

  Victoria’s face lit up as she asked Brian, "So, how’d you like your surprise? When she showed me, I was blown—"

  "Victoria!" Jillian interrupted. "We haven’t gotten to it yet."

  "Obviously, you’ve been too busy fucking in the pool."

  Widening her eyes, Jillian motioned to her with her hand. "Well, thanks for stopping by."

  Brian grinned as his mind raced. "So, it’s something you show me. I wonder what..."

  Victoria stood up and then headed for the door. Jillian called out, "That dress is on the left side of my closet. Don’t... uh... get anything on it. If you know what I mean."

  She turned back. "Oh, I think I’m going to take this one slow. He seems like a really good guy. Mature, hot, and just... perfect."