by Luke Young
Jillian stood outside the guest room, eyeing the door and longing to kiss him, to touch him, and to shower with him. She didn’t have a plan, but she was desperate for at least one more glimpse. She figured she should probably make sure he had enough towels. That would be the proper thing to do, she thought, although a towel restock was usually better done when your guest was fully clothed. Regardless, it still needed to be done, she kept telling herself.
After grabbing a towel from the linen closet, she knocked lightly on the door and called Brian’s name. When there was no reply, she slowly opened the door. She entered the room, heard the shower running, and saw that the door to the adjoining bathroom was open. She heard the uneven sounds of water hitting the shower floor that told her he was actually in the shower and not just standing outside, waiting for the water to reach the proper temperature. She tiptoed to the doorframe and peered through the inch-wide opening on the hinge side, which gave her a clear line of sight to the glass-enclosed shower.
A towel was draped over the clear glass door and hung down just enough to block her view of Brian’s chest and upward. The glass was clean and fog-free, and it provided her a perfect view of him as he showered. But he wasn’t showering; he was touching himself. With his left hand, he had a death grip on the towel that hung over the shower door, and he worked himself with his right. Jillian followed the bulging muscle in his right shoulder to the equally-flexed bicep, down to his straining hand, as he really focused on his task.
As she watched him, she slipped her hand under her skirt to her completely sweat-soaked panties. She closed her eyes, and the Jaclyn West third-person narrative kicked in:
Katrina watched as Dallas worked his manhood in the shower. She wondered if he was thinking of her or of someone else. She leaned against the doorframe, her breathing labored as she longed to be in there with him and doing that for him. Slipping her right hand under her skirt, she began running her index finger over her cotton-covered pussy. Her eyes remained glued on his sex, as he continued to pump it faster and faster. She pushed a finger under her panties and began touching the—
Jillian was yanked out of the fantasy when she heard Brian grunt loudly as he successfully completed his mission. Slumping against the door, exhausted, he squeezed the towel hard, pulling it down into the shower as it fell from his grip. As he tried to prevent it from landing under the spray of the shower he reached for it, missed it, slipped a little, and ended up on his knees with the towel on the shower floor.
She watched as he tossed the soaked towel into the corner of the shower, cursing and trying to ring it out. It remained worthlessly damp. Feeling sorry for him, she considered coming clean and casually walking a dry towel to him, but she decided that was probably a horrible idea.
Suddenly, she was startled by a noise coming from the hall. Sprinting from the guest room, she rushed into the hall and closed the door. As she continued across the hallway, she saw Rob coming up the stairs. When their eyes met, she slowed and stared at him with a blank expression.
He asked, “So did you guys do it?”
“What?” Stopping dead in her tracks, she awkwardly bounced up and down on her heals with her jaw falling open.
“How is he?”
She froze, unable to speak or breathe.
He narrowed his eyes. “Tennis. Did you guys play?”
Exhaling, she smiled. “Oh, yeah, we did play. He’s really good.”
“Is something wrong?”
She narrowed her eyes in a slight panic and then paused to compose herself. “Sorry. Your father called last night, and I’m still, uh…” George’s call was the furthest thing from her thoughts at that moment, but it was as good an excuse as any to explain her strange behavior.
“Sorry about that. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I think, uh, Brian is in the shower. Would you see if he needs another towel? I tried to catch him before, but, uh…” She trailed off as she handed the towel to Rob and headed past him down the hall.
“Sure.”
“I really need a shower, myself.” She walked into her bedroom and closed the door. With her hands covering her face, she slumped against the door; her body trembling.
Brian took a quick shower, tossed the damp bath towel on the floor, and stepped on it, dripping wet, as he attempted to try off with a hand towel.
Rob called to him through the partially-opened door, “You need a towel in there?”
Startled, Brian covered up as though he were being watched. “Rob, yeah. How’d you know?”
“Know what?”
“That I needed a towel?” Brian asked.
“My mother said you might.”
After pausing to wonder if she’d been watching him again, he blew off that ridiculous thought and reached through the open door for the towel.
20
Jillian continued to lean against her door, feeling even more horrible than when she stared at Brian’s exposed penis while he slept. What was she doing? What, exactly, was the plan? This time she had surely invaded his privacy, and she was sure that her actions must qualify as some kind of lesser sex crime. Walking across the room, she stripped off her damp clothes and stood before a full mirror, admiring the reflection of her newly trimmed area.
As she studied her new look, a shadow of a memory from the previous night took shape in her head. Was Brian in her room last night? Did she show him? Did she tell him about the other day when she saw him sleeping? No way, she thought. I must have dreamt about the show and tell. Sure, she had been out of it, but she wasn’t on sodium pentathol, or anything. It was only a half glass of wine and one Ambien.
Jillian looked at her reflection in the mirror, still shaking from nearly being caught but also turned on from seeing Brian do what he did. She ran her hands over her body. Looking at her private parts in the mirror, she slid a finger over what little hair remained. She decided she had to finish what she already started.
After rushing to the door, she locked it and then fell backward in bed with her hand between her thighs. She imagined it was Brian licking her down there as she closed her eyes, moaned softly, and touched herself.
Minutes later, in the hall, Rob and Brian were walking past Jillian’s room. Rob turned back, approached her door, and then knocked once. “We’re going to lunch, okay?”
Jillian was in bed, smack in the middle of her response to Brian’s shower activities, lying there, panting. She didn’t want to answer but instinctively she yelled back, “Oookayyy,” in an odd voice that sounded like she might be trapped under something heavy.
Rob and Brian exchanged questioning looks.
Rob asked, “You okay in there?” Then he waited by the door for her reply.
Attempting to calm herself, she took a deep breath and then said in a cracking voice, “Oh sure! I’m, uh, just about to get wet. I mean, in the shower. Have fun.”
Satisfied that his mother wasn’t dying, Rob turned to Brian, and they headed downstairs while Jillian returned to her work.
The two guys walked to a restaurant in the mall that was only a few blocks from the house. It was a scorching day, and the choice to walk left them sweaty and hot when they arrived. They each ordered a burger and a beer and then another. Rob shared with Brian how Laura had been insatiable since he arrived, how she seemed different, and how she was more into sex now than ever.
“Are you doing something new?” Brian asked.
“I don’t think so. Just the same old stuff.”
“Enjoy it while it lasts.”
Rob ordered another beer for both of them and looked at Brian apologetically. “I knew I’d be spending a lot of time with her, but I didn’t think she would want to see me so much. She’s wearing me out, dude. I slipped out when she fell asleep. I feel like a dick, though. I brought you here because you were depressed, and now I’ve abandoned you.”
Brian looked at him like he was crazy. “I’m having the time of my life. Your house is like a freaking resort. I played tennis toda
y and took a swim, and, uh, your mother couldn’t be nicer.”
“Is she okay? She mentioned she got a call from my father last night.”
“I heard some of it,” Brian said, aware that he might be heading into dangerous territory.
“Was she all right afterward?” Rob asked.
“She was… She had just taken a sleeping pill. She was kind of out of it and pretty angry at first, but she seemed to have cheered up a little by the time she went up to bed.”
After taking a sip of beer, Rob looked distraught. “Jesus! Now I’ve abandoned her, too.”
“She’s fine. Really.”
“Thank God you were there in case she overdosed or fell, or something.”
“Yeah,” Brian said softly in a guilty tone.
“I’ve got to tell Laura to back off a little, so I can—”
“Dude, don’t worry about me or your mom. She’s fine. Look, if I had a hot girl begging to have sex with me repeatedly, I wouldn’t be spending time with another guy and my mother. Seriously.”
“You sure?” Rob checked.
“I have some schoolwork to do, anyway, and really, your primary mission should be to have sex with Laura until your dick falls off.”
Rob smiled at him. “Thanks man. For a while there, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to break up with her or not, but now she’s changed, and I think it could really work out between us.”
“Spend as much time with her as you want. This is the best vacation that I’ve ever been on. I can honestly say that I’m not thinking about Natalie at all right now.”
21
Rob and Brian returned home, exhausted from the heat and definitely buzzed from the beers they had enjoyed at lunch. Deciding to cool off in the pool, they put on their suits and went out to the backyard. There, they discovered Victoria sunning herself in a slightly more conservative bikini (for her, anyway) and reading a hardcover novel. A half-full martini glass sat on the table next to her.
Glancing at them both, she raised her sunglasses, and a smile crossed her face. She watched while they knocked into each other clumsily as they headed her way. When they reached her, they tossed their towels down on the lounge chairs on either side of her.
Rob said, “Hey, Victoria. This is Brian.”
“Oh, we met… yesterday,” Brian said.
“We worked out together a little,” Victoria added.
“Mostly it was—what?—stretching and…” Brian said, sharing a quick, knowing smile with her.
Rob asked, “What’re you reading?”
“Your mother’s classic, Knight Rider,” Victoria said with her eyebrows raised.
“The medieval one?”
She nodded her head yes and eyed them suspiciously, certain that they had been drinking. They turned and headed toward the pool, and Victoria focused on their lean, muscular legs as they walked away. After shaking her head, a little dizzied, she picked up her drink and downed it. She watched as they dove in and swam to the far side, then back. When they reached the wall, they launched themselves from the water and sat on the edge of the pool. Rob stood first and walked to his lounger. He adjusted his towel and lay back in the chair next to Victoria. Brian soon followed and fell back into the chair on the other side of her.
She looked to one side and then the other and smiled as she eyed their well-defined calf muscles, trying to decide which of them had the better legs. Then she looked up at the sun, which had changed positions, and decided to move to get the best tanning angle and to show off her best asset. She stood, fully reclined the lounger, moved her towel to the opposite side, and lay face down with her feet toward the guy’s heads. Rob and Brian each stole a glance at her tight, curvy ass and shared a look. They slipped on sunglasses so they could continue, undetected.
Victoria knew she could probably easily have one or both of the young men— probably at the same time. She had promised Jillian that she would not corrupt them, but she never promised she wouldn’t fantasize about it. As she settled on the lounger, the medieval setting and a Jaclyn West-like third-person narrative began flooding into her head…
Miss Victoria sat in her white frock and gazed on the two knights fresh from battle. The three had been captured, tied to trees deep in the forest, and left for dead. The knights wore full, heavy chain mail, so Victoria could not see their faces or any other part of their bodies. The trees were close enough together that she could almost reach out and touch them. The knights’ hands were tied behind the trees, but her hands remained free, as she was only secured about the waist and ankles. Victoria struggled to pull her ropes free but was able to only loosen them enough to reach her metal-sheathed companions with just her fingertips. As she stretched further, her frock opened, exposing her gorgeous, abundant cleavage. Both knights’ eyes locked onto her chest, and their loins started painfully expanding in their metal confines.
Noticing their condition, Victoria sighed and reached out to help. She placed a hand on the waist of each pair of chain mail leggings and miraculously released the clasps that secured them. The leggings dropped heavily to the forest floor with a loud thud. Each knight exhaled deeply as the burden was lifted from his sex. Their manhoods swelled even larger once released from one garment, but they were still encumbered by their battle-stained white underclothes. Victoria tore away the remaining garments, freeing both massive prizes. She licked her lips and began stroking both knights’ unyielding swords in an equal but deliberate fashion.
While Victoria was playing out this fantasy in her head, she wrapped her hands around the legs of the lounge chair, gently stroking each rounded leg as if they were the swords currently starring in her fantasy. The guys didn’t see this, because their eyes were still locked on her ass.
Jillian arrived home, went upstairs, and looked down from the second-story balcony at the three sunbathers. The first thing she noticed was where both her son and Brian were looking. Then, when she saw the apparently obscene gesture Victoria was making with her hands, she narrowed her eyes, groaned, and rushed down to the pool.
When Jillian reached them, she demanded that the young men go into the house while she had a private word with Victoria. Sitting back in the lounge chair, Victoria smiled at her. “What’s up?”
Jillian waited until the door closed before she asked, “What the hell was that?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw you. What you were doing?” Jillian whispered sternly.
“I was lying down, and I was almost asleep, too.” Victoria looked at her friend as if she were nuts.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing.” Victoria looked away uneasily.
“And what were you doing with your two hands, exactly?” Jillian placed her hands on her hips with her eyebrows raised.
“I wasn’t doing anything.”
“You were suggestively stroking the chair, just like you were…” Jillian glanced back at the house and whispered, “…jerking them off.”
“How in the hell would you have any idea what I was thinking about? Are you reading minds now, too?”
“You were between the two of them facing toward their… doing that and shaking your little ass in their faces.” Jillian frowned in disgust.
“I was not shaking my ass, and, again, how could you know what—”
“Were you or were you not jerking off my chair while two impressionable young men had their eyes glued to your ass?”
“Their eyes were really glued? Like, the whole time or—” Victoria smiled.
Jillian didn’t bother to reply; she simply stared her down.
Victoria exhaled, defeated. “Okay, so I kinda got a little caught up in a fantasy out here. I was reading your filthy Knight Rider novel.”
Jillian continued to glare at her, so Victoria added, “Do you know how hard it is to release two knights’ swords from their chain mail confines whilst you are tied to a freaking tree?”
“I, uh…” Jillian said, unsure how to respond.
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“One handed and at the same time?”
“That does sound tricky, but—”
“All that work to get them free, and you interrupted right when it was getting really good!” Victoria glared at her.
Jillian shot her an accusatory look. “And who were the two knights?”
“I’d rather not say.”
Jillian stood with her arms crossed, waiting for the full confession.
After a few seconds, Victoria said, “Okay, but you know full well what they’ll be up to later, with or without me possibly harmlessly teasing them out here. Wouldn’t you rather they jerked it to the thought of a real, regular woman, rather than some Internet porn star?”
“You’re a regular woman?” Jillian asked, taken aback.
“Yes. Yes, I am,” Victoria replied quickly.
“I don’t think regular women would consider you in their club. You look like a porn star.”
“Really?” Victoria said excitedly.
“That’s not a compliment.” Jillian rolled her eyes.
Victoria chose to enjoy the statement, anyway, for a few seconds until Jillian’s stare wore her down. “Come on, it was just a fantasy. I wasn’t actually jerking them off, or anything. I can control my behavior… for the most part,” she said semi-confidently.
“Can you, really?”
“Okay, you obviously don’t want me here,” Victoria shot back angrily as she stood up and collected her things. “This is all your fault anyway.”
“How is it my fault?”
“I’ve read so many of your dirty little books that I constantly have this third-person erotic narrative playing in my head. Do you know what it’s like to refer to yourself in the third person in your own damn fantasy?”
“I never use my name, but I know exactly what you’re talking about.”
“I actually used the term ‘his sex’ for penis. I mean who says that? It’s a dick, a cock, a rod, even manhood is okay, but what is this ‘his sex’ thing? What the hell does that even mean?”
