Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (10 page)

At the bar, Rob and Laura drank and hung all
over each other, while Brian had a pretty miserable time, fully
sober. Brian did down one birthday shot with the horny couple at
the bar, but he spent the majority of his time sipping cokes and
looking out the window. The bar was mostly empty and contained only
a few moderately attractive women who didn’t seem very interested
in speaking to Brian. Neither did Rob and Laura, who were busy dry
humping in a corner booth. Other than occasionally handing him a
twenty and asking for another round, there was no other
interaction.

When the couple reached seven drinks each total,
three at the restaurant and four at the bar, Brian pulled the plug.
When Rob asked for another drink, Brian looked at him. "Why don’t
you let me drive you to her place so you two can just do it
already?"

Rob looked at Laura, they gave each other a
matter-of-fact nod, and the three of them climbed into the car less
than two minutes later. The couple returned to the backseat, and
Brian couldn’t see either of them in the rearview mirror for the
entire trip. They were lying back there, doing who-knows-what, and
the sounds they made prompted Brian to crank up the volume on the
radio.

Brian remembered the route
back to Laura’s, and when he reached her dorm's parking lot, he
simply stopped the car, turned off the radio, and adjusted the
mirror to avoid any glimpse of them. He waited, never looking back,
while he heard some whispers, rustling, and giggling, and then the
car door opening. He watched Rob and Laura zip and button clothing
as they stumbled away from the car. A few steps away, Rob turned
back to Brian, raising his hands as if to say,
"Sorry for putting you through that dude,"
and they shared a smile.

As Jillian waited for the Ambien to kick in, the
phone rang. It was just after 1:00 a.m. on the East Coast, but her
ex-husband, George, was on the West Coast and tended not to be
terribly considerate. The conversation started out civil but
quickly took a turn. When it did, Jillian carried the phone to the
kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She drank about half
the glass before she started feeling a little lightheaded,
remembered taking the Ambien, and firmly pushed the glass out of
her reach.

When Brian arrived back at Jillian’s, he
found her sitting at the kitchen island talking on the phone,
wearing a short, silky robe, a glass of wine nearby. Stepping into
the kitchen and realizing that she was in the middle of a heated
conversation, he winced, stopping dead in his tracks. She waved
back to him like it was no big deal. After grabbing a beer, he
headed out to the pool and sat in a lounge chair.

The window was open, and he couldn’t help
but overhear Jillian as she said, "I’m not writing you another damn
check. If you’ve blown all the money already, that’s your
problem."

Brian took a sip of his
beer as Jillian said at full volume, "Okay, why don’t you tell me
where all the money is tied up right now…. Oh,
now
you can’t tell me? Maybe if you
hadn’t been performing
oral sex
on that pool in my girl. I mean, on that girl in
my—you know what the hell I’m trying to say. Maybe you’d still be
sponging off me, but since you did, the checkbook is now
closed."

Then after a brief silence, he heard what
sounded like a cell phone bouncing across a kitchen counter
followed by breaking glass. Turning, he stared toward the sliding
glass door with his eyes wide, wondering if he should check on her.
Before he could act, she appeared at the door, and when their eyes
met she brushed the hair from her face and gave him a smile.

She walked unsteadily but managed to make
her way to the lounge chair next to him and flopped down onto it.
"Did you hear any of that?"

"Maybe I caught a word or two."

"Did you hear the oral sex in the pool
part?" she asked.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Don’t be," she said, "You didn’t lick that
pussy in the pool did you?"

"I haven’t even been in the pool yet," he
said while noticing how spectacular her legs looked in that short
robe.

She giggled. "Did I just
say
pussy
? I’m so
embarrassed." She looked at him with wide eyes.

He nodded and grinned. "Don’t worry about
it."

"Sorry. I took an Ambien and had a half
glass of wine before I remembered and, uh, I’m starting to feel a
little GRRREAT."

"Do you need to go to bed?"

"No, I’m fine here. I’m good... Isn’t Miami,
like, the best weather on the planet?" Jillian asked.

Brian humored her with half a smile and then
took another sip of his beer.

"I really hate that asshole," she said, as
she looked at the pool and then to Brian. "I think I’ve really
screwed up my life. It’s halfway over, and I drove George away, and
I have nothing to show for being here."

He scoffed and then collected his thoughts.
"You’ve accomplished so much. Look at this house, and Rob… he’s a
great guy. Your books are so good. People love your books."

"Have you read any?" she asked.

"Well, no, but I plan to soon."

"I hate my books—all that screwing and oral
and anal sex. And all the money I make off writing that crap. I
should be shot." She grabbed his sleeve. "Can I tell you a secret?"
She started without waiting for an answer, "I write about all those
beautiful people having amazing, mind-blowing sex. The penises that
never go soft and breasts that are huge and orgasm this and orgasm
that... and I’ve never once had any really, really freaking amazing
intercourse sex."

He looked at her, embarrassed. "I, uh, find
that incredibly hard to believe. You’re so beautiful."

"No, it’s absolutely true. But aren’t you
sweet?" Jillian said as let go of his sleeve. Placing her hands
behind her head, she stretched back, which lifted the robe so that
Brian could see nearly all of her white, silky panties. Her eyes
were closed as she asked, "Where are Rob and Laura?"

"At her place. They really missed each
other... a lot," Brian said, rolling his eyes.

She nodded with her eyes still shut.
"They’re probably doing it. They think I don’t know about them
doing it, but I’ve heard them doing it. They’re like animals."

"Tell me about it. I think they were
actually going at it in the back of the car while I drove them to
her dorm."

"No shit," Jillian said and laughed out
loud.

Turning toward her, he swung his legs off
the lounger as he contemplated what to do. Her legs really looked
good, and those panties were pretty tiny and sexy. Brian enjoyed
looking at them—and her, for that matter. But he felt he really
should get Jillian into her own bed, and while he was at it, he
probably should stop staring directly at the beautiful panties,
legs, and thighs of his best friend’s mother.

After stealing one last glance, he breathed
in deeply. "I think I’m going to go in."

Jillian startled, her head bobbing. She opened
her eyes slightly, then said, "Okay, I’m just going to sleep out
here." With that, her head slumped back down.

Brian stood next to her chair. "You can’t do
that. Let me help you up." He reached out his hand. She opened her
eyes, shook her head groggily, then took his hand and attempted to
stand up. She was able to get halfway up before she began to fall,
but Brian grabbed her around the waist.

"Thanks," she said, a little startled.

After Brian lifted her into his arms, she
wrapped her own arms around his neck, and her robe rose up,
exposing her panties. She looked down at her underwear, grinned,
and then looked into his face. "Well it’s only fair."

Brian opened the patio door with one hand,
while she clung to his neck with her eyes closed. He carried her
through the door, closed it, and made his way up the stairs as she
repeated, "It is only fair."

He laughed. "What’s only fair?"

Jillian opened her eyes, and they looked at
each other with their faces almost touching as she said, "That you
see my underwear."

"Uh, why is that?" he asked.

He reached the top of the stairs, a little
winded, and carried her into the bedroom as she said, "You are
really, really strong."

He placed her carefully on her bed and stood
next to her, grinning. "Why should I see your underwear? Why is
that fair?"

"You’re right. It’s not fair. You should see
it without my underwear. Then we would be even-steven."

Confused, he looked at her as she continued,
her eyes heavy, "I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to see your penis. I
feel like such a pervert. Do you think I’m a pervert?" Then she
closed her eyes and drifted off.

Her head jerked, and her eyes flew open when
he replied, "I really don’t understand. When did you see it,
exactly?"

Taking a deep breath, she sat up straight
and looked him in the eye as she tried to compose herself. "I kind
of came up to your room to see if you wanted any breakfast… the
eggs I had ready… You are really hard to wake up. Did I say 'hard'?
Oops, I didn't mean to say 'hard.'" She broke into a chuckle.

He smiled at her then covered his mouth as
he fought back a laugh.

"Whoa…" She shook her head, leaving her hair
crowding her face. After using her hand to brush much of it away,
she pursed her lips and blew out hard to dislodge the last strand
that had stuck to her cheek. "Where was I? Oh, I was going to leave
the room, really, but the covers were already off, and it was
poking right out there like a great big turtle, like it wanted to
be set free, you know?"

He nodded like he understood.

Grabbing him by the shirt,
she pulled him close. "And you don’t want to know how long it’s
been since I’ve seen
one
, and it’s been even longer since
I’ve seen a real
one
like yours." She snorted like a pig as she laughed then
playfully pushed him away from her.

He smiled at her, even though she pushed him
so hard that it nearly knocked him over. She looked around the room
to be sure they were alone. He followed her eyes, wondering what
the hell she was looking at.

She leaned in close to him. "Between you and
me... I may have pulled your sheet down, like, an inch. It's a good
thing, too, since it looked like it was trapped... it looked so
uncomfortable in there."

"Yeah, sometimes it does feel really
trapped," he said, trying to make her feel better.

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him really
close to her face. "I want you to know I didn’t touch it, or
anything. Victoria wanted me to, but I didn’t."

"She was there, too?" he asked, a little
horrified.

"Oh, no," she said while shaking her head.
"She was on the phone."

Relief, then confusion, then concern crossed
his face. "Oh, okay," he said. A few questions ran through his mind
about why she was on the phone while doing that, but he decided to
let them go.

"You kind of had an erection, also," Jillian
said while nodding with her lips pursed, as if she was really
impressed.

"Really? I’m so sorry," he said
genuinely.

"Don’t worry about it. I was the one
molesting you," she said, laughing out loud. Still holding his
shirt close to her, she stated, "You really have one gorgeous
penis. I mean, I’ve only seen a couple, but yours is just beyond
perfect." She stared wide-eyed at him.

Looking at her, taken aback, he gently
removed her hand from his shirt and pulled back to a comfortable
distance. "Well, that’s just about the nicest thing anyone’s ever
said to me."

Jillian asked, "That Natalie girl you’re
after... she hasn’t seen it yet, has she?"

He shook his head no.

"I didn’t think so, or she would have
followed you down here... Next time you see her, just drop your
pants and show her that penis of yours, and yeah... she’ll
be..."

Falling back onto her pillows, she closed
her eyes. "Here, I want you to see my pussy. I shaved it for the
first time. You were right. The landing strip is a much better
option."

"Really?" Brian checked, a mixture of fear
and excitement flooding his body.

"No one has seen it yet. I really need an
opinion." She opened her eyes a little to look at him. "Plus, I’m
going to feel guilty about the whole seeing-yours thing until we do
this."

"I really shouldn’t," he said, shaking his
head slightly.

"Why the hell not? It’s just a vagina. Have
you seen one before?"

"Sure... A few, actually," he added
defensively.

"So, what’s one more?" While reaching down,
she lifted up and slid her panties past her hips and off her legs,
shoving them into his shirt pocket. She lifted her robe a little so
he could get a complete look of the tiny landing strip of perfectly
coiffed pubic hair she’d left behind.

Watching him closely, she saw he only
glanced at it briefly before he said, "It’s nice."

"No, really look at it."

She watched as he looked down at her
beautifully trimmed areas, and his mouth opened slightly. Brian
felt that familiar rush in his midsection as she looked down at
herself. Then she began to touch the hairless areas next to the
landing strip and even below that.

"It feels weird. But a good weird, you
know?"

Brian swallowed hard and nodded.

"Do you want to touch it? You can."

"I, uh, really haven’t washed my hands since
I’ve been out, so..." he stammered.

"Oh, okay. I feel so much better now that
you’ve seen it," she said, smiling. Then she looked at him,
slightly alarmed. "Do you think Rob would mind if he knew I saw
your... and you saw my...?"