Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (8 page)

Jillian stared at Victoria, shaking her head
as she approached. "I stand corrected I can see your nipples and
your vag."

Victoria smiled brightly as she said,
"Really, it’s supposed to be see-through when it gets wet." After
struggling to look down to check it out, she added, "From this
angle, I can’t really see my pussy."

"Believe me, from mine, you can," Jillian
said while rolling her eyes.

"I like it." Victoria arrived at her lounge
chair, dried herself with the towel, and sat back in the chair. She
looked down at her chest and added, "Look, it’s already starting to
dry a little, and you can hardly see my nipples at all
anymore."

Looking over to her, Jillian nodded in
agreement. "Nobody wants to see your nipples."

"There are plenty of people who want to see
them."

"Okay, you’re
right.
I
don’t
want to see your nipples," Jillian said with a slight
grin.

"You probably really do, but you just can’t
admit it."

"You are to stay out of the pool when you
are here wearing that bikini." Jillian scolded. "And when Rob or
Brian is out here, you stay off your stomach while wearing that
might-as-well-be-wearing-nothing bottom."

"Okay, geez."

Both women closed their eyes and lay basking
in the sun. Victoria slipped on her sunglasses. "Where’s your
boyfriend?"

"He’s not... He’s still sleeping, I
think."

"What did it look like, and did you touch
it?" Victoria asked, lifting her sunglasses off her eyes and
looking at Jillian. "You gave him a blowjob, didn’t you?"

"Would you keep your voice down," Jillian
shot back. She pulled her sunglasses off, looked her friend in the
eye, and said sternly, "I didn’t touch it or anything else that you
might think... and I’m not saying anything else about it."

"Okay. Okay. Relax. You're no fun."

Brian finally woke up on his own and yawned
as if he was still tired. When he sat up, nothing about his sheets
or boxers seemed out of order. He was completely unaware that Rob’s
mother had been in his room, much less that she had become
intimately familiar with him. Hearing laughter outside, he got out
of bed and looked through the window toward the pool area.

Jillian and another woman were sitting in
lounge chairs by the pool, talking and laughing. Jillian was in a
much less revealing bathing suit than the amazing one he had seen
her in the previous day, but the other woman appeared to be wearing
the smallest suit he’d ever seen. The top looked to be made up of
two tiny nipple-covering triangles connected with a thin string,
while the bottom consisted of a super-tiny, white rectangle that
barely covered her front and was connected with strings that tied
on each side of her hips. He was far enough away that from his
vantage point, it looked like she was possibly wearing no bottom at
all. Jillian’s guest adjusted her chair to a flat position and lay
face down with her best asset pointing right at him.

Brian watched her, open-mouthed, as she
changed positions. He adjusted his shorts. Looking down, he
contemplated a trip to take care of his issue but thought it
probably would be inappropriate to do that after watching Rob’s
mother and her friend. But… maybe another glance wouldn’t hurt.

When he looked again, he found Jillian
kneeling next to the other woman’s chair, holding a bottle of
suntan lotion. The woman in the tiny white bikini lifted her
shoulders from the chair and held herself up with one hand while
with the other she reached around and untied her top. The fabric
fell from her full breasts, and they were completely exposed to him
from the side. He almost became suspicious, as she seemed to remain
in that position way longer than necessary and for no apparent
reason. Tilting his head to focus on a nipple, he forgot his
concern, staring even harder at the breathtaking globes while his
heart pumped faster and his shorts grew even more
uncomfortable.

Poolside, Jillian rolled her eyes while she
waited to apply the lotion as Victoria's never ending bikini top
adjustments continued. It wasn't until her friend managed to
somehow drop the bikini top onto the patio that she eyed her
suspiciously. Staring in disbelief, Jillian watched as Victoria
reached over to try to collect the top. After picking it up, she
dropped it again. This time, it was further from her, and
retrieving it required a longer stretch toward Brian’s window.
Following the second drop, Jillian looked up at the window and
spotted Brian standing there.

Their eyes locked together before he quickly
disappeared from sight.

Frowning, Jillian glared down at Victoria as
she finally grabbed the top and settled down flat. Instead of
applying the lotion, Jillian slapped Victoria once on the ass and
returned to her seat.

"What the hell was that for?" Victoria
asked.

"You know what that was for."

"I really don’t."

Turning over, Victoria, seeming somewhat
confused, secured her top while looking at Jillian.

"Show’s over."

"What?" Victoria asked, trying to sound
innocent but doing a poor job of acting.

"I saw Brian up there in the window and your
oh-so-obvious routine of, 'Oh, I dropped my top, and I can’t reach
it. Let me stretch my tits over and try... oh, I just can’t...'"
Jillian said, acting out a mock-sexy stretch while pushing her
breasts together with her hands.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Victoria claimed. "I didn’t push my breasts together like that at
all."

Jillian looked over at Victoria’s lap. "From
here, it looks like you're naked from the waist down. I’m glad
Rob’s not here. Where would someone even buy a suit like that?"

"Online. I’ll e-mail you the site name."

"Please, don’t," Jillian said.

"I think Rob would somehow be able to handle
seeing me in this suit. You don’t think he’s ever seen a women in a
small bikini before?"

"Not like that, he hasn’t."

"I’m sure he’s seen lots of girls naked,
and—"

"I don’t want to think about that. Plus, he
really doesn’t need to see his mother’s middle-aged friends
traipsing around nearly naked."

"They have even more revealing bikinis than
this on that site."

"That, I can’t imagine. Does your entire ass
need to be sticking out like that? We’ve got young, impressionable
men here. They really don’t need to see that."

"How do you know what they need to see?"
Victoria asked.

"Brian is hurting right now. He’s in love
with this girl, and she’s toying with him, or something. He’s going
through a lot."

"In that case, this is exactly what he
needs."

"I doubt he could handle you now... or
ever," Jillian said.

A sexy, evil look crossed Victoria’s face,
and she said, "I would be gentle with him... at first, anyway."

They both relaxed into their lounge chairs.
Jillian began to daydream about Brian in bed and attempted to
rewrite the scene from the novel she had been unable to finish, but
this time without ED or STDs or any other nasty, sex-destroying
acronym.

Katrina peeled the sheet carefully off
Dallas, exposing his muscular body and six-pack abs. She quivered
when she spotted his cock straining against the taught fabric of
his perfectly white boxer shorts. She noticed the large head of his
sex poking its way through the access flap. Katrina licked her
lips, knelt next to the bed, and reached though the flap to gently
extract him.

Pulling his gorgeous penis out, she wrapped
her delicate hand around him. She glanced at his face; Dallas was
staring dreamily at her. Slowly, teasingly she licked her lips, and
then she...

Jillian sat up
quickly.
A breakthrough!
she thought. There was no ex-husband drama
clogging up her thoughts. Jillian stood. She had to capture this
into her computer right now, before she forgot a word.

Victoria glanced at her. "Where are you
going?"

"I just remembered something that, uh, I
need from the store. I’ve got to write it down."

"What is it?" Victoria asked.

"Remember, you stay out of the pool."

Victoria glared at her as Jillian took off
toward the house. Jillian didn’t want to tell her the truth about
the scene that she had in her head. Victoria would hound her until
she spilled the details, and once she told her, she’d never believe
that it didn’t happen exactly that way between her and Brian.

Fighting his urges, Brian instead put on a
sleeveless shirt and shorts and went downstairs to the home gym.
The gym overlooked the pool and was better equipped than some
professional gyms he’d been in. He started on the treadmill and
found the fact that it featured a clear view of Victoria sunbathing
made it more than a little distracting.

He watched as Jillian approached the house.
She spotted him on the treadmill and waved. Brian waved back, and
then he watched as Jillian returned to Victoria and appeared to be
scolding her about something. Victoria looked away, frowning. After
a pause, she looked back at Jillian and nodded reluctantly. As
Jillian walked toward the house, Victoria removed her
sunglasses.

She waited until Jillian had entered the
house before she made eye contact with Brian and waved to him. When
Brian spotted her waving, he smiled and waved back. Picking up a
spray bottle, she began squirting water on her stomach, arms, and
neck. Then she spent a lot of time dousing her tiny bikini top with
the cool mist. Victoria’s nipples began to harden and show through
the fabric.

Brian couldn't tear his eyes away from her
chest, as her breasts appeared like they were coming into focus on
a developing Polaroid. That’s when he lost his balance. Coming down
halfway off the treadmill's belt, his foot twisted. When he tried
to steady himself, he fell, landing on his hip, sideways on the
belt. He shot off the back of the treadmill, skidding onto the
padded floor.

Victoria watched him as he tumbled out of
sight. She got up and tried to spot him on the floor, to see if he
was okay.

Brian popped up quickly, as if nothing had
happened, and he lunged to turn off the still-running
treadmill.

Concerned, Victoria rushed to the gym.

Brian took a seat on a weight bench, as he
was still a little dizzy from his fall.

Victoria entered the room. "Are you
okay?"

He looked at her, surprised. "What? I
just... Yes, I was all done."

"I saw you fall. Are you okay?"

"Fall?"

"Yeah, it looked like you took a big tumble
there," Victoria said as she approached him with her nipples
responding impressively to the super-cold room.

Brian took a good, long look at her bathing
suit top, which was now nearly transparent, and just a few feet
away. "I, uh..." was all he could manage as his eyes lingered.

"You sure you’re okay?"

"Yeah," he said.

"I’m Victoria, by the way. Jillian’s
friend."

Still mesmerized, his eyes wandered down to
the bikini bottom, which appeared to be not even close to being big
enough to cover her. As he looked closer, he noticed it clearly
showed much of what was going on down there. He swallowed hard, and
then he looked up at Victoria’s face as she eyed him expectantly.
When he saw her grinning, he snapped back to earth. "Oh, sorry. I’m
Brian Nash. Rob and I..."

"Sure, Brian, I know who you are. I’ve heard
a lot about you," she added with a sexy smile.

Brian's only response was a confused
look.

Walking over to the leg curl machine, she
ran her hand along the footpads as she said, "You look like you
work out a lot."

"A couple times a week," he bragged.

"Do you know how to use this machine?" Victoria
asked.

"Sure."

"Would you mind showing me?"

Brian walked over and pointed out how she
should climb onto the machine. Victoria did as he instructed and
lay on her stomach; he helped direct her ankles under each pad.
After adjusted the weight to the lowest setting, he assisted her
with the first repetition by pushing on the footpad. As she brought
her heels nearly up to her butt, Brian stared at her amazing ass,
focusing on the tiny string, which disappeared between her cheeks.
As she pretended to struggle with the exercise, he moved closer,
pushing harder on the footpad to help her curl her legs to the
final position, mere inches from her rear.

As he did this, he noticed her swimsuit—if
you could call it that—had virtually disappeared, and she was on
full display for him. He slumped against the footpad, paralyzed by
the sight. His sudden weight on the apparatus prevented her from
returning to the starting position.

Looking into the mirrored wall, she saw what
he was up to and allowed him to have a moment. When it started to
feel uncomfortable, she said, "I think I’m done."

"What?" Brian asked, dumbfounded.

"Could you, uh…?"

He snapped out of it and stood up.
"Sorry."

She brought the weight down, slowly slipped
her legs from behind the pads, and sat up on the machine.

"How’d I do?"

"Great. Your form was... perfect," he
said.

Moving to the bench press, he loaded two
forty-five-pound plates onto each side, as Victoria looked on while
stretching from side to side. This was a total of two hundred and
twenty-five pounds, of which Brian could normally do two
repetitions. But that was generally after a few warm-up sets at a
lower weight. It was twenty pounds short of his maximum, but he was
in the mood to impress Victoria, so he figured he would start
there.

She moved to the yoga mat, about ten feet
away, and watched Brian in the mirror as he lay back on the weight
bench and prepared to lift the bar from the rack.