Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (19 page)

He met her gaze. "Just
like
Fight Club
."

She looked blankly at him.

"The first rule of fight club is don’t tell
anyone about fight club... Brad Pitt."

"Right, right, right." She nodded.

"So, that’s two." After taking a hit, she passed
the joint to him.

"Okay, how about number three is no...
kissing."

"Just no... mouth kissing." She smiled at her
contribution. "A cheek kiss is probably safe."

"Definitely." Brian narrowed his eyes as if they
had missed something obvious. "No mouth kissing or kissing any of
the aforementioned areas in Rule Number One."

"Why don’t we just amend the first rule to be no
touching or kissing of the mouth or any of those things defined in
Rule Number One?" Jillian said, half proud of herself and half
struggling with her logic.

He pursed his lips, trying to follow her
reasoning. Then it came to him. "Two reasons. One: then it would be
no touching of the mouth, and that doesn’t seem to be a problem;
plus, having three rules makes it seem like we really, really did
our homework here."

She thought a moment. "Agreed."

"So, we have our rules?"

"We have ‘em."

Brian stood and looked over the balcony at the
pool. Jillian joined him, and there they remained for a few moments
in silence.

He turned to her. "So, what the hell can we
do?"

"Good question," she replied as they both tilted
their heads skyward without any freaking idea what they could
possibly do, given the semi-brilliant, yet somewhat restrictive,
rules. She slipped her hair behind her ear, and then it hit her.
"I’ve lived here ten years, and I’ve never once gone skinny
dipping."

"I’ve never either." He pondered this for a
moment. "I don’t think that violates any of the rules. It’s really
a perfect F.W.P.B. activity, because you really shouldn’t swim
alone."

"Swimming alone
is
dangerous."

Brian scoffed. "Let’s say you don’t have a
significant other, just like the two of..." He pointed back and
forth between them, making eyes at her. "Then who else could you
possibly skinny dip with?"

"You just wouldn’t be able to do it." After
holding her head high, proud of their accomplishment, her
expression suddenly became serious. "But what if Rob comes
home?"

"He’s staying at Laura’s all night." He gave her
a big goofy smile.

Grinning at him, she pulled her shirt over her
head, and tossed it on the chair. She shimmied out of her skirt and
stood in front of him wearing another heart-stopping, matching
bra-and-panty set.

"Do you have any more of that pot?" Brian
asked.

"I do. I’ll get it and meet you in the
pool."

He sat in the chair and
struggled to quickly remove his shoes. Jillian unhooked her bra as
she headed into the bedroom. Once his shoes were off, he stepped
into the room and pulled off his shirt. He spotted her coming out
of the bathroom bare ass naked and holding another joint in her
hand with her mouth wide open as if to say
"
Look what I
found
."
Smiling,
she rushed out the door and into the hall.

Brian sprang into action. He attempted to remove
his shorts while on the run, got caught up, and fell to the carpet
next to the bed. He flipped over, hurriedly pulled off all his
remaining clothes, and started after her. Before he made it through
the bedroom door, he heard her splash into the pool.

When Brian reached the pool, Jillian was
floating on her back with the moonlight shining on her beautiful
breasts. He stood, nude, watching her from the edge of the pool for
a moment, and then dove in and swam under the water across the
pool. When he came back to the surface of the water, he found her
by the pool’s edge, lighting the new joint. She looked at him. "I
think I’m really f’ing high, but I feel like I’m thinking so
incredibly clearly right now."

He nodded. "I know exactly what you mean. This
must be some special, new, clear-thinking blend of marijuana."

"I think you’re right." She set the joint down
on the patio and swam to the center of the pool to join him.

Brian gave her a serious look. "I’m sure
compliments are fine, aren’t they?"

Jillian shook her head enthusiastically.

"You have really freaking amazing breasts—like
world-class, amazing tits. And your ass, I uh saw it just briefly
as you ran by, but really the whole package... how are you not
married, again? It makes absolutely no sense and, uh…" His words
trailed off a little shyly at the end.

"You
are
thinking clearly." Jillian
grinned. "I think you are an incredible young man, and any girl
would be lucky to be with you. Natalie will realize that soon, I’m
sure of it."

"Thanks." He smiled genuinely. "This partial
benefits thing is great, because sometimes you just want to look at
a really nice set of breasts. And you don’t want to go on the
Internet."

"Too creepy," Jillian said.

"You don’t want to go to a strip club."

"Too sleazy."

He lifted his palms up and widened his eyes.
"And you currently find yourself sans girlfriend."

Shaking her head sadly, she gazed at him. "Just
plain sad."

"But with this situation, when the mood strikes,
I could just say, 'Please, show me your breasts.' Not just any
breasts; ones so beautiful that Picasso would have killed to paint
them, by the way." Jillian nodded a thank you, and he continued,
"And if I did ask, and you were in the mood, you would do it."

"Are you asking?"

"I am!"

Jillian swam over to the edge, grabbed the
joint, took a hit, and then began to hoist herself from the pool,
her gorgeous ass staring right at him for a few seconds. She stayed
in that wonderful position as she kicked her feet and struggled to
lift herself from the water. Breathlessly, he watched her.

Turning, she sat on the edge to face him and
then held her breasts together for his pleasure.

"Nice." Brian swam over to her, grabbed the
joint, and took a hit. He put it back down, moved directly in front
of her, grabbed one of her feet, and began to massage it. "This is
also within the rules."

Laughing, she leaned back, really enjoying the
rub as he studied her foot in the moonlight. "Jesus, even your feet
are, like, perfectly-shaped, your toes are exquisite, and..."

She gazed down at him. "I’m really starting to
like this whole thing."

He began rubbing her foot harder, more
sensually, as he wore a serious expression. "And when we play
tennis, it’s like we’re... we’re so in sync."

She looked at him, breathing heavily and nodding
as if he were stealing the words right out of her mouth.

Brian gently kissed her foot. "Also, not
rule-breaking behavior." He kissed each one of her toes while she
stared at him desperately. Then he gently placed her foot back into
the water, swam out to the center of the pool, and treaded water.
After catching her breath, she slipped into the pool and followed
him.

She treaded water alongside him with her
breathing a little quieter now. "I’ve never been so connected,
attracted, and in tune with another person in my life, and yet I
don’t need to actually have sex with you. I mean, I’d love to
really screw your brains out right now, but..."

He gave her a casual look. "Oh, me also."

Jillian started again, "But since we can’t, for
obvious reasons, I’m so totally fine with this arrangement."

"We’ve only known each other, like, five days,
but it seems like forever. I could go on like this for years and
years."

"Yes," Jillian said wholeheartedly while
spinning and treading water.

Brian mimicked her silly spin move. "That
tiebreak we played the other day was like..." They each stopped
spinning and gazed into each other’s eyes as Brian collected his
thoughts and then continued, "…sex. That last long point, where we
were both focused and absolutely nailing the ball and pushing each
other to the limit was like... our sex, you know? And when you won
the point with that amazing shot, and we both just were trying to
catch our breath, it was like we... we came together."

She looked at him like she wanted to fuck the
rules and him right along with them there in the water.

He stared deeply into her eyes. "We don’t have
to fuck, because when we play tennis, it’s like we’re fucking. When
we play, it feels like I’m inside you, you know?"

"Uh-huh," was all she could manage to say.

They continued treading water, just staring as
each other for a few seconds longer while barely breathing. Pulling
himself back to reality, he shook his head quickly, then moved away
from her. He was slightly more in control at that moment than she
was as he swam over to take a hit off the joint. He turned back to
her and looked her in the eye. "I’m completely hard just talking
about that tiebreak."

"Let’s see," Jillian said breathlessly.

Brian quickly switched to the backstroke and his
fully-erect penis stuck out of the water in her full view as he
swam toward her. He said, "Are we really that high, or is this
whole partial benefits thing just about the best fucking idea that
two people ever came up with?"

She nodded in silence, unable to take her eyes
off his erection.

"My dick is so hard right now, but I don’t
really need to sleep with you."

"Uh, huh. Best... idea... ever," she said softly
and completely unconvinced.

"Do you have any more of that pot that I can
take back to school with me?"

Before she could answer, the lights in the house
blasted on. Her eyes went to the patio door. "Oh no."

Brian looked over, and they both swam to the
edge of the pool closest to the house. Rob appeared at the door,
carrying a beer. Jillian pulled Brian over a few feet, under the
cover of the diving board, as Rob walked out to the patio and sat
at the table, about fifteen feet away. Jillian and Brian held
perfectly still and silently giggled just out of Rob’s view. After
putting out the joint, she gently waved the smoke away.

Rob took a sip from his beer, pulled out his
cell phone, and typed a text message. When he received a reply, he
let out a huge belch and a string of expletives, and then typed
another message. He finished his beer in a few big chugs, and then
he farted loudly. The high couple in the pool covered their mouths
to keep themselves from bursting out laughing while Rob stood and
went into the house. As he closed the door, Jillian smiled until
she heard the sound of the door being locked.

"Oh shit," she said, as her smile quickly
morphed into a frown.

"Oh shit, what?"

"He locked us out."

"What are we going to do?" Brian smiled, his
high still in full swing.

"He’ll never believe that we’re just two friends
taking a late-night nude swim."

"Do you have a towel or anything out here?"

"Nothing."

"Shit!"

They watched as the lights on the first level of
the house were turned off. Quietly getting out of the pool, she
made her way to the patio door. She attempted to open it and every
window on the back of the house and found them all to be locked.
Smiling broadly, Brian admired the look of her body from his
vantage point in the pool.

She looked back at him and snapped, "Are you
coming?"

Jillian and Brian snuck around to the front
of the house. Checking the front door and windows, she found them
all locked. They rushed over to her car, found it unlocked, and
climbed into the backseat. Jillian leaned over into the front seat
to reach the glove box and search for a spare key. While she did,
Brian sat back and admired the view. He placed a hand on her ass,
and she turned to glare at him.

He looked at her confidently. "I was nowhere
near the, uh—"

"Is this really the time?" She gave him a
tired look.

He rolled his eyes a little as she closed
the glove box and then returned to the back seat without the key.
Sitting back, she put on a serious expression. "I know... Victoria
has a spare key, and she only lives two blocks away."

She gave him the address and explicit
instructions to return quickly with the key.

He opened the door, got out of the car, and
quietly headed off. As he walked toward Victoria’s, he was having a
hard time keeping a straight face because of the lingering effects
of the pot. He snuck down the street, completely naked and trying
to stay out of sight, while repeating the address over and over so
he wouldn’t forget. "Fourteen Seventeen. Fourteen Seventeen." When
he reached the correct address, he rushed to the front door, rang
the bell, and waited without bothering to cover his groin. Victoria
looked through the sidelight to check who was there. When she saw
it was Brian and that he was completely naked, she ripped open the
door and yanked him inside before he had a chance to say a
thing.

Closing the door, she stood with a grin on
her face, just admiring his body. He stood before her with his arms
folded, wearing an impaired glassy-eyed stare. Her eyes finally
traveled up to his face. "Does Jillian know you’re here?"

"She sent me." Victoria
smiled widely until he added, "She sent me to get her spare key."
Looking down, he noticed
everything
was completely
out
and quickly covered it up with
both hands. "Sorry about that."

She glanced down, frowned, and then back to
his face. "Don’t worry about it. Why do you need the spare
key?"

"We kinda locked ourselves out."

"Naked?"

"Well, yes, we were swimming, and Rob locked
us out."