Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1)

by Ian Dalton

  Jillian scoffed. "So does that mean you’ll wait until after dinner to have sex with him?"

  After glaring at her a moment in mock anger, Victoria smiled. "No, I mean I’m going to wait for a couple weeks, at least. I don’t want him to think I’m just some big slut, or something. If this works out, I might give monogamy a try."

  "You should," Jillian began. Then she looked at Brian, completely smitten. "Monogamy can be pretty amazing."

  He took her in his arms, and they kissed as Victoria looked on, grinning. "You two kids are so adorable."

  Jillian turned away as she felt her emotions getting the best of her. Brian looked up at Victoria and smiled, but as the awkward moment lingered too long, he gave her a tired look.

  "Okay, okay. I’m going." Victoria headed into the house as Jillian squeezed the bridge of her nose to fight back her tears.

  After Victoria was gone, he pushed back from the edge and floated on his back. "What are the chances that she doesn’t sleep with this guy tonight?"

  After putting on a smile, Jillian swam toward him. "I hate to say it, but if he’s as attractive as she says, I’d be surprised if she kept her clothes on much past the appetizers."

  He nodded in agreement and slipped under the water for a moment before coming back up to find her treading water right next to him. He gave her an eager look. "So, what’s the surprise? I can’t wait."

  Pushing him away, she swam to the other side of the pool. He watched as her shapely ass rose from the water right before him. He remained still, simply staring at it with his mouth wide open until it disappeared when she descended lower in the water. When she reached the edge of the pool, she climbed out, grabbed a towel, and began drying off.

  "Come on. How about one hint?"

  Turning back toward him, she gave him an evil grin. "You’re just going to have to wait."

  44

  After a shower, Jillian prepared a quick, light meal, and then they took a walk together to let their food settle. When they returned, she announced that it was time. She had him wait in the study while she went into the workout room. Brian found it a little odd that she would go into that room for his surprise, but at the same time, he was intrigued.

  A few minutes later, she called his name, and he hurried to the room. Stepping through the doorway, he found her completely naked and in the famous Natalie-esque leg thing position. She stood on the ball of her left foot, and her right leg pointed straight up to the ceiling. Her right elbow rested against her right knee, her forearm ran along her leg, with her hand holding her ankle. In her left hand she held a strap that came down from the ceiling for support and that hand was placed over her right one.

  Moving closer and seeing her in that position, his eyes shot wide open, as did his mustache-covered mouth. Blindly feeling for the weight bench and unable to tear his eyes from her, he finally found it and plopped down. "I can’t believe you learned how to do the leg thing for me!"

  "The proper name for this position is développé leg devant à la derrière."

  He nodded quickly. "That name sounds better." Tilting his head, he gazed at her from a different angle. "How did you, uh—"

  "I told you, I was a gymnast in middle school, and I worked a little with a coach for the last six weeks. It took a lot of practice, but it’s been worth it. I’m so much more flexible now."

  He straightened his head and then swallowed hard. "More flexible?" As he looked away momentarily, thinking about the positions they had already explored together, he smiled dreamily.

  He turned his attention back to her. "You look incredible." Motioning to her womanly parts, he wore a giddy smile. "I can see everything, and it’s... wow... You look... there’s not a word strong enough for how you look. I could watch you do this for hours."

  She began to struggle a little. "I can only hold it for, like, three minutes."

  "Natalie said she could do it for thirty," he said with a smirk.

  "Don’t forget... Natalie lies." The grimace on her face grew with every passing second.

  "Good point."

  He looked up at the ceiling, noticed the strap, and then smiled. "Don’t you think the strap is cheating a little?"

  "Do you want me to do this or not?" Glancing at him, she frowned. "I’d like to see you do this naked, strap or not."

  After both processing the image of a nude Brian in that position, they cringed and said in unison, "Probably not."

  "God, you look amazing!" He got up and walked over to her. Sliding in really close, he tried to size up all the sexual possibilities while she was in that position. "I wonder if we could really do it like this."

  "I’ve been thinking about it a lot, too, but if I don’t put my leg back down, it’s going to snap off."

  He took a step back, then gently helped her return the leg to the floor. Slumping down, she grimaced in pain while rubbing the muscle in her thigh. She straightened up, took a deep breath, and smiled. "Now, what’s your surprise?"

  He held his chin as he eyed her naked body, torn. "As much as I hate to say this, I really think you should be dressed for mine."

  "Thank God. So it's not sex related."

  "What, you don't want to do it again?"

  "I do, but before we do…" She glanced hesitantly at him. "I hate the mustache. Shave it, please. You look ridiculous."

  After scoffing, he studied himself in the wall of mirrors. "I think I look older, maybe even thirty."

  "You look like a seventies porn star." Shaking her head, she began slipping on her underwear.

  He sat back on the bench and watched her get dressed. "You know, watching you put on clothes is almost as much fun as watching you take them off. It was hot the way you shimmied that skirt back on."

  When she was fully dressed, she checked herself in the mirror. After making some final adjustments to the skirt, she bounced up and down eagerly on her heels. "Now, what’s the surprise?"

  "Not here." Standing up, he motioned for her to follow as he headed out of the room.

  He led her out to the pool area, where he had candles, glasses, and a bottle of champagne on ice waiting for them by the lounge chairs.

  "When did you have a chance to set this up?" She gazed at the setup, blown away.

  "While you were making dinner."

  Holding her hand, he guided her to a chair. He lit the candles, opened and poured the champagne, and then handed her a glass. They each took a sip and placed the glasses on the table.

  "So, what is it? Do you want to have sex right here or something?"

  "Maybe later." He drew in a long breath and let it out slowly. "Okay, my company has a permanent position open in Miami, and once I get through the management program, they said it’s mine if I want it."

  "Do you want it?"

  "It depends."

  Getting down on one knee in front of her, he pulled a box from his pocket. She looked at him, holding her breath and more than a little uncomfortable. He stared into her eyes. "I know I’m young, and I don’t really know exactly what I want to do with the rest of my life... career-wise or anything." Studying her face, he noticed he was losing her a little. "Sorry, I mean, I do know that I want to spend every minute I can with you. From the first moment I saw you right here on this chair and... then we spoke for, like, an hour on the tennis court... talking about the damn court surface," he added, rolling his eyes. He grabbed her hand, and they shared a smile as he continued, "I knew then I was falling for you. I’m absolutely head-over-heels, can’t-stand-to-be-away-from-you in love, and I don’t care who knows it. You are more alive and fun to be with than any of those supposed young college women I’ve ever met."

  He opened the box and displayed the gorgeous two-carat diamond ring. Her eyes lit up as she gazed at it. He pulled it from the box. "Jillian Grayson, will you marry me?" Smiling at her with his eyes hopeful, he slipped the ring on her finger.

  She gave him a hesitant look. "I’m old enough to be your mother."

  Slipping back to his chai
r, he did some quick calculations in his head. "You’re still only thirty-nine right?"

  "Yeah."

  "So, maybe if you were sexually active when you were, like, twelve, which for both our sakes, I’m hoping you weren’t."

  She looked at him, confused. "What do you mean? I’m not a math expert or anything, but aren’t you only twenty one?"

  He scoffed. "I turned twenty-six in January."

  After trying to process this, she shook her head. "You and Rob both got fake IDs together."

  "We did... I really didn’t need it," he said sheepishly.

  She looked at him now, even more confused.

  "Wait, I can explain. I have a late birthday, and I was held back a year because of some learning delay. After high school, I kind of fooled around a little before I started college."

  She still didn’t appear satisfied, so he added, "Look, I was a twenty-two-year-old freshman, and I didn’t want anyone to think I was a giant loser, so I kinda lied about my age."

  "And the fake ID?" she asked.

  "Just part of the cover-up."

  She scoffed. "You have to be the only person on the planet with a fake ID that says he’s younger."

  After conceding with his eyes that it was completely ridiculous, he lifted his hands and opened his palms to her. "So, I’m, like, thirteen years younger. If you round it down, it’s, like, ten."

  Smiling at him, she warmed to the idea a little. "But what about Rob? Do you think he would be scarred for life, or anything?"

  "Don’t you think he’ll be a little more than understanding, since he had sex with Natalie and pretty much stole her away from me behind my back? I mean, what could he say?"

  She fell back in her chair, shocked. "Rob slept with Natalie? 'Leg thing' Natalie?" Turning her head toward him, she stared, gape-mouthed.

  "He didn’t tell you that?"

  "No, I’m learning all kinds of things today." She looked off toward the pool, trying to take it all in.

  Returning her gaze to Brian, she made a sour face. "'Technical virgin' Natalie?"

  He nodded, and they sat together, staring at the pool for an awkward moment.

  He turned to her. "Wait, did you give me an… Did you answer my question?"

  She met his gaze, suddenly anxious. "Um, sorry, I was just… I think I—"

  "I know." He put on a bright smile. "How about I play you for it tomorrow? I win, and you marry me. You win, and I’ll just be your sex slave for, like, the next sixty years or so."

  "Either way, that sounds like you win." After pondering letting fate or their tennis skills decide, her worry melted away into a smile. "Okay, I’ll take that bet, but only if you shave the mustache first."

  Moving to her chair, he leaned over and kissed her.

  The kiss lasted only a moment before she turned away, giggling. "Could you shave it now? It’s just…" She rubbed the top of her lip, trying not to laugh.

  He pulled back, frowning, and whined, "All right."

  45

  Over at the Wilde residence, Victoria and her hunky neighbor, John, were making out furiously on the sofa. Controlling herself perfectly during dinner, Victoria didn’t think about sex at all until she was about to serve dessert. That's when she found out that John was the head football coach at the university. He invited her to visit his office on campus. When she discovered his office was connected to the locker room, she daydreamed about being there and walking through the locker room filled with naked, muscular football players. This completely knocked her off the wagon, and at her suggestion, he agreed to skip dessert. They moved to the sofa, and moments later, they were kissing.

  They were fully clothed, but she was stroking his cock through his pants while his hands were all over her ass. After taking hold of his zipper, she exhaled deeply, reconsidering for a moment, then pulled her hands back and scooted away.

  He looked at her breathlessly. "What’s wrong?"

  "I promised myself I would take it slow."

  "You’re right. You’re right. This is moving too fast. I’m still getting over my divorce and everything—but you are so gorgeous."

  "I’m so attracted to you, too." After standing, she moved a safe distance away to a chair across the coffee table from him.

  Her eyes locked on the still-evident bulge in his pants.

  Following her gaze, he gave her a sorrowful look. "Sorry about that. I... it’s been a while for me, and I... uh..."

  "God you’re so, um... I hate to leave you like this."

  "I’ll be fine. I’ll... Really, I’ll be okay."

  She paused a moment with her mind racing. "What if we could take it slow, but not? I mean, not leave here unsatisfied."

  He looked at her, confused. "What are you talking about?"

  "I have a friend who told me about this thing she... uh... they called it friends with... limited benefits, or something like that."

  Looking at her, intrigued, he adjusted his still-crowded pants. "That sounds interesting."

  "She was attracted to this younger guy. He’s her son’s best friend, and they didn’t want to have sex, so they came up with this idea."

  "What happened?"

  "They were naked out in the pool and almost got caught by her son," she said casually.

  "So skinny dipping is allowed?"

  "It's within the rules." After pausing a moment to think, she frowned. "Oh, but we already broke one of the rules—no kissing."

  He shrugged his shoulders. "But we haven’t done anything else, so maybe we could just not kiss any more... for now. What are the other rules?"

  She smiled as she went through them matter-of-factly. "No sex, of course... No mouth kissing, no kissing of parts..." She opened her eyes wide as he looked at her, a little baffled. To clarify, she pointed to her breasts and crotch. "No fun parts."

  After his facial expression morphed into one of understanding, he nodded in agreement. "Well, that makes sense."

  "No touching those same parts, and uh, no telling anyone about friends with limited benefits."

  He looked away, smiling, and then back to her, puzzled. "If you can’t tell anyone, then how did you find out?"

  "She told me. That last rule is more of a guideline."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Should we maybe try it?" She smiled at him, waiting for his reply.

  "I think we should. Do you want to go skinny dipping?"

  "No, not really." She looked at him hesitantly. "What were you going to do when you got home?"

  "Go to sleep, I guess."

  "You weren’t going to do... anything before that?" She stared down with a sultry gaze at his still semi-bulging groin.

  Looking down at his crotch, he smiled. "Oh, maybe if I couldn’t sleep, I, uh..."

  She gave him a skeptical look. "Uh, maybe?"

  He exhaled deeply and then smiled. "Well as soon as we stopped kissing, uh... all I could think of was running home and jerking off while I thought about you. You are so beautiful and sexy... If you must know, I was going to do it as soon as I got into the house."

  She grinned at him. "I was planning on doing the same." After bringing her finger to her lips, she widened her eyes. "Since we were going to do it anyway, why not do it here, in front of each other?"

  He looked at her, contemplating, with his mouth open as he adjusted his penis in his pants once again. "Do you think we'll be able to—"

  "I promise I can control myself. I won’t touch you or break any of the rules."

  "I can control myself, as long as you stay over there."

  "Okay, great." After spreading her legs, she brought a hand to her knee and touched it seductively.

  He exhaled deeply as he squeezed his cock through his pants. "So are we just going to do it? I mean, I should just, uh..."

  She licked her lips then slumped down in the chair as she lifted the short black dress up and folded it to her waist. His eyes locked on her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties.

  He pulled at his cock in his pants a
nd grinned. "You were planning on taking it slow, but you didn’t wear underwear?"

  "I had them on, but I got so wet during dinner that I took them off."

  "Oh." Exhaling deeply, he quickly unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and fought to pull his mostly-hard penis out. She began running her finger slowly over the slick lips of her pussy as she eyed his cock hungrily.

  "You’re so big."

  "Are you really wet?"

  "Soaked." She slipped two fingers deep into her pussy. After letting out a soft moan, she ran her tongue seductively around her lips.

  "My dick is so hard." He stroked it up and down slowly. He swirled his finger around the head and wiped the clear fluid all over the tip. "You are so hot."

  Lifting her legs up on the arms of the chair, she spread them wide. Her ass cheeks curved down deliciously and were fully exposed to him. He stared at her, mesmerized, as he continued to stroke his cock, stopping every so often to prevent the climax, which he felt coming on way too soon.

  "You have a beautiful body, and your pussy is gorgeous."

  She closed her eyes, imagining that John was tonguing her and whispered, "Thanks." With her fingers still slowly stroking her pussy, she opened her eyes and looked at his erection. After sighing, she held her hand still. "These rules they have..."

  "Yeah." Sliding his hand to the base of his cock, he squeezed it hard to fight off his orgasm.

  "They're not like official rules, or anything. There’s no reason why we can’t change them a little or make up our own rules."

  "That makes sense. They are a little restrictive." He nodded wholeheartedly.

  "I know, aren’t they?"

  They both gazed at each other’s parts with open mouths. He shook his head with a grimace. "If you ask me, all these rules are kind of stupid, in fact. Um, what did you have in mind?"

  "What if we just had oral sex? We wouldn’t go all the way, but we could..."

  He almost blew his load right there. He asked simply to hear her say it again, "What was that?"

  "Oral sex—we could do just that. What do you think?"

  He nodded as a big smile washed over his face. "I think that’s a great idea."