Anarchy of the Heart (12 page)

She gave him an impish grin, pulling his
undershorts down a little further. "When we have our party," she
said. "We'll need to seem as though we have actually made love
together, no?"

"I suppose."

"So we'll need to be comfortable with each
other, won't we? Without our clothes..." He saw her eyes light
up as she dragged his boxers down to reveal his full hardness.

He said, "I guess if it seems like a shock to
us when we're having our party..."

She nodded, and placed a soft little kiss on
his shaft, "Caitlyn will know you didn't go all the way with
me."

His cock twitched in response to her touch,
making her smile again. She sat up to remove his boxer shorts
completely, and Leo allowed her, but now wondered if this was
acceptable according to his mental worst-case-scenario.

What if she wanted more? If kissing all over
his body was permissible, and if he could lick her breasts and suck
on her nipples, how about her kissing his cock? Licking it...
slipping the tip inside her mouth...

Somewhere in a hotel on the shore of the
Mediterranean, Marco was probably now as naked as he was. It may
already have happened a while ago, of course. 

Caitlyn lying between Marco's legs as Sofia
was now lying between his, her soft hair flowing gently over his
thigh as she appraised his goods, then slowly lowered her pretty
face to kiss him at the base of his cock, her little tongue
slipping out as she tasted the taut  skin over his shaft, her
lips and nose caressing him as she moved up to the tip, and now
licked the purple swollen helmet, her hand gently closing around
his erection, lifting it ready to slip his cock inside her hot
mouth...

"I... uh..." I think I ought to call her," he
said, gently pulling away from Sofia before she crossed the
boundary into full oral sex.

"Of course," she said, and he was surprised
how calm and gracious she could appear to be, though he was
stopping her. "It is probably a good time now."

The phone rang and rang, and Leo felt as
though he was breathing frantically, but not really absorbing any
oxygen. His heart was thumping as though he'd just run the 100-yard
dash.

Where was she?

Sofia had wandered inside to use the
restroom, leaving Leo to stroll into the kitchen to fetch more
wine. God, she was a stunning sight in just those little high-cut
panties. Waiting for that phone call, part of him was hoping
Caitlyn would answer with the news that she'd already done the
deed, already fucked Marco, so he would feel okay about going all
the way with Sofia.

He doubted himself, though, doubted that his
immense paranoia could be satiated by the suggestion that he would
only be keeping up with Caitlyn by having full sex with the
golden-haired French girl.

The paranoia confused him. Now, he was
beginning to be unsure whether he had pushed Caitlyn to go through
with this partner-switching, or whether she had led them into this
situation.

The call went to voice mail, prompting
stabbing pains in Leo's stomach. 

Where was she? 

Leo dialed the number again. He had visions
of the two of them going at it like porn stars, perhaps even
laughing at the phone ringing there on the bedside table, no
intention of answering it. 

His erection stirred a little in the open air
as he considered the possibility that at this very moment, Marco's
hard cock was inside his fiancée.

Now Sofia returned, looking as delicious as
ever, flashing him a seductive smile as she went by. The sight of
her in just those little blue and white thong panties, walking
casually out to the pool, raised his erection to full strength
again. 

"Hello?" At last, it was Caitlyn, sounding
out of breath.

A small explosive charge detonated inside
Leo's belly. 

"Hey, Caitlyn?" Desperately trying to keep
his voice light and airy. 

"Leo!" He heard Marco laughing in the
background, the laughter infecting Caitlyn's voice as well as she
said: "How's it going? I... I'm sorry I missed your first call I
was... distracted a little."

A second detonation in his stomach. Leo felt
the breath forcibly removed from his lungs. He turned away from
Sofia so she couldn't see him react, and now walked through to the
bedroom.

"It sounds like you're having a great time,"
he said, trying to mimic the cheery nature of her voice.

"Marco is absolutely crazy," she said, and
Leo found himself focusing on her syllables, trying to detect
whether she was drunk in any way. 

She actually sounded relatively sober, though
decidedly merry. Somehow, that was a good thing. It made Leo feel
that anything she did, she was doing with sound mind and
temperament, not feeling coerced or taken advantage of because of
liquor.

"He's been licking me... down there..." she
said in a loud but shocked whisper, stressing the words 'down
there', "...for the past half hour, I swear!"

Leo felt slightly sick, though strangely
aroused at the same time, the two conflicting mentalities fighting
for control inside his head. 

"Huh?" he said, not because he hadn't heard
what she'd said, but because his brain was reeling a little too
much to respond.

"He's licking my pussy," she clarified in
that funny little conspiratorial whisper of hers, as though she
were somehow trying to keep the information from Marco. Perhaps it
was the proof that she was more than slightly affected by the
wine.

"Oh."

Leo sat down on the bed, as if it might
steady him, but it only made him think that the last time he'd been
here, Caitlyn had been lying with him. And now she was having her
pussy tended to by someone else.

"So I guess when you were trying it on me...
I thought you were just trying to please me, I never thought you
liked it," she said, no longer whispering now, talking quite
conversationally. 

"Oh, I do," Leo said, putting most of his
effort into trying to keep calm, or at least appear so.

"Marco said you might do," she giggled. "You
see? We're learning about ourselves!"

Then she let out a shrill yelp.

"Marco just poured cold wine over my... over
my coochie..."

Through the phone, he heard her let out a
long sighing moan. Leo took a deep breath, feeling the need to cope
with this. 

Marco was going down on his fiancée while he
was talking to her on the phone. It was only licking, only kissing
- as he had been doing with Sofia, albeit not quite to the same
intimate level.

"Oh... sorry..." Caitlyn breathed into the
phone, "Are you still there, Sweetie?"

"Yes, I'm here," he said. 

"How are you doing with Sofia?" his fiancée
asked now. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Leo leaned back, looked down the corridor to
the rest of the villa and the pool, and could not see the blonde
girl anywhere. Perhaps she was in the kitchen, or more likely lying
back on the chair out by the pool, where he couldn't see her from
this angle.

"Uh... fine... I mean, of course. She's
really beautiful," Leo said, feeling a trifle foolish. Feeling
somehow slightly pathetic that he was such a bundle of nerves,
awkwardly fending off the attentions of a French goddess because of
his desperate need to feel safe, and keep the dark fingers of guilt
at bay, while Caitlyn was simply relaxing into it all. 

She was able to separate the emotional side
of her sexuality from the physical, playful side, able to simply
drink and let go, feeling enough trust to leave Leo to his own
devices while she just had a good time.

"Does she like it when you... go down on
her?" Caitlyn asked quietly.

Leo gulped. 

"Yes," he said. "Yes, she loves it."

At the back of his mind, he had that fear
that if she discovered he was letting the side down, not relaxing
and enjoying himself and taking Sofia to heaven and back, she would
feel terrible about going ahead and giving herself so bodily to
Marco. And he'd have spoiled the evening.

Trying to sound casual, he said, "I think I'm
learning a lot, too, actually."

"Mmm...." Caitlyn purred, "I'll look forward
to you showing me..."

He said, "So how was your dinner? Did you go
somewhere nice?"

"We went to this place along the seafront -
not far from the hotel," she said, and groaned again, no doubt from
the attentions of the Spaniard between her thighs. "We were there
quite a while - watching the sun go down, you know?"

"Nice," he said, trying to breathe deeply,
almost meditate in is effort to settle himself, to accept what was
happening and try to dwell on the underlying arousal it all
provoked in him. 

"How about you guys? I bet you had something
quick so you could get Sofia home and naked!"

"We've had a fairly chilled out evening as
well. We were at this place down by the old port, and just hung out
for a while - and then we bought some more wine on the way back
here."

"Oh good, I had the feeling we might need
some more..."

He was peering out towards the pool, trying
to figure out just where on earth the French girl had gotten to,
and now he noticed something on the edge of the pool. 

For a moment, Leo wasn't really listening to
Caitlyn. He caught his breath as he understood what they were - it
was Sofia's panties lying forlorn by the side of the pool. Then he
saw a splash, indicating that she was in the water.

Then Caitlyn was silent, and he quickly
realized she must have asked a question that he'd missed.

"Sorry, what did you say?" he said. "Sofia
was distracting me."

"I'll bet she was," Caitlyn chuckled, then
she seemed quite serious: "I asked you whether you guys have...
gone all the way yet."

Leo saw that his softened penis was beginning
to thicken again. He continued his calm, deep breathing, said: "No,
not yet. I thought I'd give you a call..."

She seemed somehow relieved. Was Leo
imagining that? She said: "Oh, well that's good... probably a good
idea to talk before..."

"Yes, I thought so."

She paused, and then: "Are you all right,
sweetie? Honestly?"

Deep, calm breathing.

"Yes... yes, I'm okay. It's just a lot to
take in all at once, you know? A lot to deal with."

"It certainly is. Do you think... do you feel
it's happening to fast? We're rushing into this?"

"No," he said, feeling that self-imposed
pressure not to spoil things. "No, I mean... we're taking our time,
in our own way, aren't we?"

"Yeah... yes, we are."  

"And you're okay with all this, sweetheart?"
he asked her. "I mean you're not going to change your mind about
all this are you, after I've... been with Sofia?"

"Of course not," Caitlyn said quickly,
sounding quite cheerful. "I promise Leo, it's all okay. I want you
to have fun with Sofia. I want you to... make love to her."

Leo gasped at that.

"Did you say something?" Caitlyn asked. "I
think the line's a little fuzzy."

"No... no, I didn't," he said. 

"Did you hear what I said?"

"I heard."

"And you're sure you're okay about me being
with Marco?"

"Yes, of course I'm sure."

"And if Marco... you know... wants to go all
the way."

Leo felt light-headed. His cock was hard as a
rock - perhaps he was suffering from a shortage of blood to the
brain. 

It almost sounded like someone else speaking
when the words came out of his mouth: "I'm sure, I want you to do
it. Fuck him. Fuck Marco."

He'd shocked himself at that one. 

Caitlyn said: "You're the best, you know that
Leo? I love you so much."

"I love you too," he said, his voice a little
dreamy somehow.

"I'm so proud of you - Sofia is going to
adore it when you're with her, when you're making love to her."

 "Yes," he said, really having no idea
what to say.

"It's just fooling around, isn't it, Leo?"
she said. "Just a little messing around on a vacation, that's
all."

"Of course."

"And if one of us - or both of us - doesn't
like it, afterwards we can just forget about it, right?"

"Right."

"Put it down to a crazy vacation in
Europe..."

"Yes."

"Okay," Caitlyn said, and paused, as though
waiting for him to change his mind. Then she said: "You'll call me
in the morning, won't you?"

"Absolutely."

"You make sure you do, Mister," she said, an
edge of amusement now in her voice, which actually cut the tension
a little, brought Leo back down to earth, made him see the
unserious side again to all this. "'Cause I for one can't wait to
hear all about how you got on with that hot little blonde French
girl."

"No, of course. Soon as I wake up."

"Good," she said. "Okay."

There was another moment of silence, with Leo
not quite knowing what to say. Should he say goodbye? God he felt
nauseous, but God he felt excited as well. A baffling mix. Caitlyn
was about to sign off and then that would be it - she would be
actively fucking another man. Taking the Spaniard's erect cock
inside her pussy. 

"Okay then," Caitlyn said, breaking the
silence. "I'd better let you go warm up that little French pussy
again so you can give it a really good seeing to."

"Yes," Leo said, focussing on his breathing
now, as though he were attending an antenatal class. "And I guess
you're already warmed up..."

"Pretty much," Caitlyn giggled. "Okay then.
Go on then, give my love to Sofia, tell her I can't wait to see you
guys tomorrow."

"Okay."

"I love you, Leo."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

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