Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (3 page)

Her cold tongue worked around his thick
head. He shut his eyes tightly; it felt freaking amazing. She
bobbed her head up and down on him as he sat there basking in the
combined sensations of her working him with her warm lips and the
coldness of her mouth and tongue. Opening his eyes, he gazed at her
as she looked up at him and made eye contact.

"Wow, this is—"

He stopped talking and moaned loudly as she
slipped her mouth from his cock. She cupped his balls and began
tonguing them wildly while stroking him slowly up and down with one
hand. Pressing her tongue to the base, she ran it up to his head
and back down. She paused, licked it with an upward stroke once
more, and then devoured him with her mouth.

She took to sucking him harder and faster.
Austin was on the edge. He flexed his muscles tightly and pushed
his hips up off the sofa as she firmly gripped his cock between her
lips and slurped even harder. After tensing once more, his mouth
flew open wide with a silent gasp. Then his cock throbbed, and he
came. Victoria quickly pulled her mouth from him just as a jet of
hot semen launched up and landed on his leg. He slumped back as she
squeezed his balls and then swirled her fingers over his sensitive
cock's head while wearing a satisfied smile.

For the next few weeks, Brian dated Natalie
somewhat unofficially. They did homework together, they ate
together in the dining hall, and they even made out a few times,
but that was all. There was no removal of clothes or touching of
parts or even dry humping. Brian would leave her dorm room, usually
bent over at a strange angle and very frustrated. He wanted to see
her naked, and he wanted to see her strike that ballet pose while
she was naked. He was infatuated with her, and the more she held
back physically, the more head-over-heels in love he became.

Their relationship took a very minor step
forward three weeks after they started dating, when Rob, Brian,
Natalie, and three other friends went to a college party at a
university about two hours away. At three in the morning, they left
the party and returned in an old station wagon with Brian and
Natalie lying next to each other in the cargo area. She reached out
to touch his hand, and he took her hand, interlocking his fingers
with hers. They held hands for the remainder of the ride home, with
the back of Natalie’s hand resting over Brian’s groin. He didn’t
know if she realized it at first, but as his penis began to expand
in his pants, he started to feel her pressing against it a little
more firmly, which only made it harder. For the rest of the ride
home, he hoped she would unzip and pull him out to relieve the
pressure, but she never did. Instead she was either asleep or was
pretending to be, as she lay next to him. When they arrived at
daybreak, Brian offered to walk her to her room. Natalie declined
and told him to come over later that day. Brian went home, jerked
off, and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, Jason, one of the guys who
went on the trip, interrogated Brian about the goings on in the
back of the wagon as Rob stood near them.

Jason asked, "So did Natalie give you a
little tug back there?"

"A tug?"

"A hand job, you idiot!"

"Not exactly," Brian said.

"I heard something going on back there,"
Jason said.

Rob laughed. "Well, what do you call it when
a girl presses the back of her hand into it?"

Brian glared at Rob.

Jason looked wide-eyed at Brian, then his
face took on a serious expression, and he asked, "So she never
actually touched it?"

"No," Rob answered for his friend.

"Has she never touched it?"

"Outside of clothes?" Brian asked.

"Of course—it’s got to be out to count,"
Jason said.

"Well, then no."

"But last night she put the back of her hand
on it?" Jason asked.

"And she pressed on it a little," Brian said
before realizing how lame it sounded.

Jason smiled at him. "Well
in that case it’s called...
nothing
!" He jumped up and announced
loudly as he headed into the bedroom area, "Guys, wait till you
hear this!"

After catching up with Jason, Brian grabbed
him by the shoulder. "Don’t be a dick. She said she has a surprise
for me tonight."

Jason chuckled. "Yeah, maybe you can put
your big toe next to her pussy through her clothes."

He proceeded to tell the
rest of the guys the station wagon story. Brian never should have
let it slip, since his suite mates would never let him live it
down. From then on, that particular sex act—or unsex act—was called
the BHJ (for "backhand job"), but some preferred to call it
"the
un
tug."

Jillian agreed to a blind date with a
purportedly great guy who worked with the husband of one of her
close friends. Mike had a good job and was a competent tennis
player. Years ago, Jillian had put in a tennis court right next to
the pool, and she loved to play. She played number-one singles on
her high school team, and although she wasn’t good enough to earn a
spot on her college team, she continued to play at least a few
times a month for the past twenty years.

Mike arrived, and Jillian gave him a quick
tour of the house and pool area before leading him to the court. He
was taken aback by the size of the house and the beautiful
landscaping. He started their date on the wrong foot, though, by
asking, "What did your ex-husband do for a living to afford all
this?"

After glaring at him a moment, Jillian
replied, "He didn’t pay for any of this. I did."

"You're a writer, correct?"

"Romance novels mainly."

"Huh," Mike said as he returned a look that
screamed he couldn’t believe writing books could support this type
of lifestyle.

"Marci told me you played on your college
team," she said.

"I was number one, but don’t worry—I’ll take
it easy on you."

They started hitting the ball around as a
warm-up, and Jillian was easily able to keep up with him. She
thought he was a good player, but she figured he must have played
at a pretty small school, if he'd been number one on its team.

(For a completely optional and somewhat short
Tennis 101 terminology lesson click
here
.)

From the first point, it became clear to
Jillian that Mike would do whatever was necessary to not lose to a
woman. He served first and won his game easily. On her serve, she
reached game point against him only to have him call two of her
serves, which were clearly in, as out. She didn’t take issue with
his calls and lost that game on another questionable double fault
call. He held his serve again next, to go up three games to
love.

She decided to play more aggressively by
coming to the net after each serve in the fourth game. This
strategy worked, and she won her next two service games and broke
his serve to bring the set even at three, despite more questionable
calls from her immature opponent. Both players held serve to six
games all, and Mike’s frustration was growing. During the tiebreak,
Jillian served first, and when she called one of his obviously long
shots out, Mike questioned the call. She reversed the call simply
to end the match as soon as possible.

When they reached six points to five in the
tiebreak, Jillian came to the net, hoping to even the score, but
ended up badly out of position. Ignoring his opportunity to go down
the line for an easy passing shot, he instead chose to fire a shot
into her body. When the ball hit her, Jillian stared at him in
disbelief. It didn’t hurt all that much, but it did knock the wind
out of her momentarily, and she couldn’t believe a grown man would
do such a thing.

Grinning widely, he told her she played a
good set as she limped to the bench, still glaring at him. She
opened a bottle of water and took a sip as he joined her on the
bench.

"Best two out of three?" Mike asked, as he
opened his hand for her to hand over the bottle from which she was
drinking. After exhaling deeply, she handed him the bottle. He
drank from it and attempted to return it.

She waved him off. "I think I’m done."

"Tired?" he asked.

Jillian shot a look at him like she wanted
to kill him and said sarcastically, "Yeah, I’m too tired."

Moments later, they returned to the pool
area carrying their racquets, and he asked, "How about one drink
before I go?"

She nodded reluctantly, and he asked, "Do
you have a beer?"

Jillian went into the house, and when she
returned with the beer, she found him swimming in the pool.
Standing at the edge, she glared at him. "What are you doing?"

"I was hot," he answered as he stood in the
pool, looking at her. "This feels great. Why don’t you join
me?"

He appeared to be naked, except for a huge
black patch around his groin. Squinting, she thought he was either
wearing a black bathing suit or he had the most unkempt pubic hair
ever on a human being. When she looked closer, she realized it was
the latter but asked anyway with a sick expression, "Did you bring
a bathing suit?"

"No," he replied and then repeated, "Why
don’t you join me?"

"Who gets into someone’s pool naked on a
first date?"

"I was picking up these signals from you on
the court. You had this angry, sexy look on your face."

"Because I was in pain after you hit me with
the ball."

"You’re not mad about that are you?"

"No, but you acted like a complete ass on
the court and then somehow think that’s an invitation for you to
dunk your naked, sweaty ass in my clean pool? Get out."

He looked at her with a grin, and when she
didn’t smile back he asked, "Seriously?"

"Yes. Please, get out and go."

"All right," he said as he unabashedly
climbed from the pool with his huge thicket of wet black pubic hair
matted down around his unattractive groin. His sizeable gut was
protruding enough to add to the overall look, and he stood,
dripping, his hands on his hips as he asked curtly, "A towel?"

After grunting, she took a sip of his beer
and glanced once more at his train wreck of a body before grabbing
a towel and tossing it to him. He proceeded to dry his groin first
while she stood ten feet from him. She continued to drink the beer,
alternating a sip with a grimace as he lifted his hairy parts while
drying off, in some misguided attempt to impress her.

He said, "Maybe that beer will loosen you up
a little."

"No, it’s merely keeping me from calling the
police."

Jillian nearly vomited in her mouth when she
noticed that after he dried his pubic area, it appeared even
hairier than before. She looked away for a moment but then back, to
confirm that some of the strands of hair were about six inches
long. Then he used the towel to really dry his ass, appearing to
actually shove it in there a whole lot more than was actually
necessary.

"You really don’t want me to stay?" he
asked, standing naked and holding the towel.

After momentarily staring at him in
disbelief, she placed the beer on the table, pulled her cell phone
from her pocket, and pointed it at him with her finger on the side
button.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a
smile.

"If you don’t get out of here right now,
your Don King super-bush is going viral."

"Okay. Okay. Relax! You successful women can
be so bitchy."

As he dried the hair on his head while
standing in full view of her, she pushed the button on the cell
phone to snap a picture. He didn’t notice. She needed proof of this
to show her friends. He extended the towel to her, and she shook
her head and made a face as if he were offering her a
biohazard.

"Keep it," Jillian said. She walked over,
picked up his racquet and all his clothes, calmly walked to the
back of the yard, and threw them over the fence.

He looked at her like she was crazy as he
wrapped the towel around his waist.

"Oh,
now
you cover up," she said
sarcastically. Then she pointed to the gate, and he headed for it
with her following close behind. She said, "Believe me when I say
that I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you are in
desperate need of a trim."

After shooting her an evil look, he went
through the gate. Jillian locked it and headed back to the house
while thinking that would be the last blind date she ever allowed
her friends to arrange. It would also be several days before the
image of his giant bush would leave her brain, although she would
save the picture for a long time.

That evening, Natalie’s roommate was away
for the night, so she and Brian lay in her bed, making out. She
allowed him to remove her shirt and bra but not her jeans. He spent
a lot of time playing with her newly-unveiled breasts as she ran
her fingers through his hair. He tried repeatedly to unbutton her
jeans and was stopped each time. While his hands were all over her
body, her hands never went below his shoulders, much to his growing
frustration.

"God, you feel amazing," he said.

"Oh, so do you," she said breathlessly.

"I’m so hot for you right now."

"So am I."

"Well, why..." he began before thinking
better of it.

"'Why' what?" she asked.

Aching for her, Brian looked down at his
straining groin before glancing up at her face. "Why, uh, aren’t
you touching me?"

"I
am
touching you."

"Why aren’t you touching me... anywhere
else?"

She looked innocently at him. "Oh, I can’t
do that."