Brandon's incorrect decision

"Uh, well..." Victoria could hear the guy stuttering behind her, and turned her head back to smile at him over her shoulder. The hesitation was still obvious on his face, but she could clearly see that lustful stare in his eyes while they traveled the slender curves of her half-naked body.

She wasn't even sure of why she'd suddenly wanted to tease him like this, but the memory of his warm hand on one of her buttocks had definitively something to do with it. Perhaps she was really getting **** for a man right now - after several years of just holding herself back -, or she was simply wondering if every one of them truly wanted only a single thing of her. So, who was better to test this theory on, than the boyfriend of her own best friend...?

Perhaps it was even a bit of both, but most importantly she just wanted to know how far she'd be able and push him.

Apparently though, this had been far enough, as Victoria felt Brandon's hand return to her backside.

"Oh..." she grunted as Brandon cupped her chin and pulled her head around to her. "Bran, wait, what are you--"

"You asked, didn't you?" His voice had hardened, his actions determined. Victoria froze in shock. This wasn't the Brandon she had known through Ashley, the considerate, attentive, almost diffident boyfriend who seemed entirely devoted to her. After all, he assumed she was her, caught of here in Ashley's spare swimsuit, one with an apparent penchant for making Brandon quite randy. Is this the Brandon she now saw? The kind of guy who Ashley went to bed with at night? Scenes of raw sex between the two splashed in her stream of consciousness -- which ended abruptly when it smacked into the sensation of Brandon's lips on hers.

Outwardly, Victoria panicked. Her green eyes never seemed more wide then they were over Brandon's closed ones, and she somehow increased their size further when his tongue slipped over hers. Internally, her mind was awash in a maelstrom of sensations. This was Ashley's man, probing her throat with his hand groping her ass. She knew this had to end end, and that she mentally screamed her apologies to whatever forces in the universes that existed that decided to call her bluff with him -- but it had been so long since she felt like this with a boy... not since Dustin, and, well, Dustin hadn't been as strong and athletic as the boy whose kiss she began to melt into...

"Mmmm, ahh!" Victoria groaned as Brandon released her lips. Hand still resting on her butt, he pulled her in, and ran his free one across her back. She felt him find the tie for her top, and his gentle tug on one loop. As it came free, Brandon salivated at the unveiling of her breasts, those pale orbs, firm and supple, capped with the lightest pink nipples.

"Brandon... I--I think, that's enouUUHHN!" Victoria's sentence ended with Brandon's teeth scraping that piece of her anatomy, complimented by an assertive clutch on the other one in the pair. As her resolve continued to erode, Victoria found herself slumping in his grip, and so he supported her with one arm, now wrapped around her waist and flexed with corded muscle. He literally had her in his grasp, with every ability to take what he wanted from her -- and a growing part of her mind demanded this to be the case.

But this was Brandon. Brandon. Someone off limits, and certainly no substitute for anyone who may honestly like her, like Zack. She needed this to stop. Please, please, stop...