Anarchy of the Heart (6 page)

Now, as Caitlyn looked down at him with that
same blushing look of alarm and lust that had completely hooked
Leo, she was suggesting that if they played all this out to its
natural conclusion, it ought to see Sofia being with Leo physically
as well.

There was something deeply exhilarating about
the mild state of shock that the idea of being with Marco and Sofia
inspired, in both of them. And Leo hadn't even met the European
couple. They could still be figments of Caitlyn's imagination for
all he knew, invented to stir up their lovemaking.

Only, something in that uncontrollable blush
spread delicately through her pale face told him it couldn't all be
simply made up.

"Well that's a different matter altogether,"
Leo said, as Caitlyn raised her eyebrows briefly to tease him. He
added: "I had assumed you wouldn't be able to handle that kind of
scenario."

She grinned, showing her pearly whites as she
looked into her fiancé’s eyes and pressed herself against his hard
cock, without taking him inside her. He could see her breathing
deeply now, the adrenaline clearly flooding through her system.

"Well of course I could handle it," she said,
not entirely convincingly.

He put his hands on her smooth, oily thighs,
and she leaned forward to kiss him.

Then she whispered: "Close your eyes. I won't
be a minute."

Surprised, confused, curious, he did as she
asked, shutting his peepers as she launched herself up, and
scampered back inside the villa, leaving him suddenly exposed and
alone.

The sun felt wonderful on his bare skin, but
with his eyes closed and nothing to keep the thoughts from
clamoring around his head, he started to fear that the neighbors
could actually see over into this property.

What was she doing?

It was a few moments before he caught the
sounds of her return - the light brushing of her feet against the
tiles and her heavy breathing as she approached him. She wasn't
just breathing like that because she'd run into the bedroom and
back.

"Can I open them again?" he asked.

He could feel her wedging herself in between
his thighs, kneeling down to take his softening cock in her hands
again, trailing her tongue around its tip.

"Non - not yet, Leo," she said, and was he
imagining it, or was she attempting a French accent?

Gently in the warm Mediterranean breeze,
Leo's nose was detected something different in the air now, a scent
that was distinctly unfamiliar. She was wearing a different
perfume.

"Keep your eyes closed, beautiful Leo," she
said, her accent unmistakably movie-French, and actually quite
effective - certainly more so than his Spanish had been.

As she took him into the heat of her mouth,
her unconventional fragrance was stronger - sharp, sweet but full
of citrus notes. Not the usual kind Caitlyn wore at all.

She was making him imagine that she was
Sofia, perhaps also imagining herself that she was the French
girl.

Leo was excited by it, as she could no doubt
tell, though strangely it was more the thought of what Caitlyn was
doing that quickly boosted his cock back to full hardness than the
thought of actually being with Sofia, whom he had never met, and
couldn't really picture in his mind.

The thought that she was trying out the idea
of him being with the French girl.

Fully hard but obediently keeping his eyes
squeezed tightly shut, Leo felt her pull herself up from the
ground, clambering onto him to return to a seated position in his
lap, facing him, crushing his hardness, swamping him now with this
new fragrance she must have purchased while she'd been in Nice the
other day.

"Caitlyn was right when she told me you have
a beautiful cock, Leo," she breathed into his ear, filling his
lungs with her exotic new perfume. "Will you let me put it inside
me?"

"Oh, yes," he said.

She kissed his cheek. "You can call me Sofia,
Leo. You don't have to worry about Caitlyn - she knows about this.
She tells me she can handle it."

He smiled at her reference, and put a hand on
her thigh as she maneuvered herself back slightly, grabbing his
cock before slipping it over her sensual skin, down and under her
body to enter her searing wet pussy.

He could detect her arousal, of course, but
with so much perfume in the air, and the underlying aroma of the
sun cream, it was only one note among a cocktail, although it could
almost make him believe a stranger was now sitting on his lap,
pressing herself down on his shaft.

"Sofia," he breathed, trying out the word on
his lips.

"Do you think I'm sexy, Leo?" Caitlyn spoke
in a slightly raised pitch, making Leo suspect that she was
actually doing her best to imitate the girl she had met the
previous day.

He swept his hands up her waist and over her
breasts, feeling how hard her nipples were. "You're so hot," he
said, groaning as she gyrated her hips to stir him inside her.
"Makes me afraid that Caitlyn will be jealous."

"Oh, she's not jealous, trust me," she
giggled, her motion on his cock teasing out her own quiet moans, as
well as his.

"I like your perfume."

"You do? That's good, 'cause we got Caitlyn
some yesterday - after she told me she liked it, too."

Leo was pumping his own hips to mirror her
own motion now, to maximize the force of his penetration, but then
as the pace built up steam, he withdrew a little too much from her
pussy and his cock slipped out.

She lifted to allow him to nudge back inside
her, but for a moment or two he just indulged in stroking his
slippery cock over her skin, from the top of her inner thighs over
her mound and outer labia, the slickness of her juices easing the
way.

"You really think she'll be okay with all
this?" he asked her, continuing the pretence that she was Sofia. "I
mean, you know, my cock actually inside you?"

He was caressing her inner pussy lips now,
flicking the tip of his cock back and forth along her warm slippery
groove, with special attention on grazing over her clit.

"I know what she's going through," she said,
channeling Sofia. "It's all new for her, she's never really thought
this way before."

"It is quite strange."

"She feels afraid, she feels... I guess a
little horrified... but also excited."

"Does she want to stop?" He said, seeing that
she was enjoying the friction of his cock against her sensitive
clit. "We can stop. We don't have to do this. We can just stick to
this whole imagining thing. Role play."

She pushed his hand away, and now pushed
herself down on his shaft again.

"We don't have to stop. Caitlyn is afraid,
but there's no reason for it. You love her, she loves you. She is
not going to lose you, she knows that."

"She'll never lose me."

"It is only sex, n'est pas? You're getting
married soon... it's probably a good time to... how do you say...
experiment? Then, if you don't like it, you can forget all about it
before the wedding."

"Of course. What happens in Vegas..."

She leaned forward to kiss him again, long
and hard, exploring his mouth with her tongue, encouraging him to
do the same, as the grinding of their hips intensified. He found it
difficult to imagine she was Sophia - wanting even to open his eyes
and see how his fiancée might be blushing at the idea of him being
with another woman. Perhaps he needed to train up his imagination a
little.

"What are you thinking?" she asked. "Are you
afraid that Caitlyn is away with Marco right now? He is fucking
her, like you are fucking me?"

Somehow, he kept his eyes closed. He said:
"I'm hoping she's having a good time. I'm pretty excited she wants
to try all this out. I guess it puts a whole new layer on our
relationship together."

She kissed him again briefly, and even with
his eyelids firmly squeezed shut, he could somehow sense that she
was smiling.

"Fuck me, Leo. Fuck my tight little French
pussy."

He lifted her, heaved her over so that she
was now lying along the white cushions of the outdoor couch,
somehow keeping his hard cock inside her, and his own eyes
closed.

"Oh, Sofia, you feel so good," he said,
writhing against her, her pussy so wet around his shaft.

"Oh, c'est bon!" she cried, "oh, c'est
magnifique!"

He was pounding into her, and actually trying
to imagine it was Sofia beneath him, feeling a little more
confident that Caitlyn was okay with it.

Confidence turned into power as he thrust
into her, his penetration becoming more forceful, more vigorous, as
were her cries as he satisfied her own needs, until a final
majestic peak exploded between them as he released his come inside
her.

At last, he opened his eyes to find a
bronze-haired, pale beauty lying beneath him, cheeks and upper
chest all flushed, with that beautiful smile that could make all
anxieties instantly melt away.

Silently, they shared a look that was both
loving and trusting, a wordless pledge of emotional fidelity to
each other, even while consenting to the possibility of breaking
through the physical boundaries of their union.

Without having to say it, it was clear to
them both: if all this went sour, and one or other of them was
unable to cope, they could simply forget. They could put it down to
a past folly, something that happened before they were married.

Perhaps even something that happened to two
different people entirely, in a foreign land to which they need
never return.

But if it didn't go sour, it might be very
sweet indeed.

Showered and dressed, Leo drove them down to
the seafront in the rental car. All the way down the curvy
road to the heart of Nice, he felt butterflies fluttering around
his stomach, his jangling nerves setting them off, as he silently
asked himself over and over: are we really doing this?

"Maybe we won't even find them," he was
saying a little later, as they toured the streets of the old town
looking for a parking space. "It is getting a little late for
lunch."

"They'll be there." 

Caitlyn seemed a little more relaxed than he
was, though he had no idea whether that was really the case. She
was drumming her fingers as she leaned on the open window, taking
in the sights and sounds of the bustling streets as they crept
along in the hunt for a place to park. 

 "These Europeans take very long
lunches," she said.

Why did he get the feeling she'd made an
appointment with them?

"How did you leave it with them last night?"
he asked.

"How do you mean?"

"When you left them, did you say you wanted
to see them again?"

"I said I'd have to see how you felt about
it," she said. 

"And they suggested you bring me to their
usual place for lunch?" 

Caitlyn looked at him, her expression
cracking into a broad smile. "They might have done," she said,
attempting a tone of nonchalance.

Leo chuckled, "How is it that I get the
feeling I've been set up?"

His fiancée shook her head, "Not at all.
Honestly," she insisted. 

They came to a halt for a moment, the narrow
street now blocked up ahead by a delivery truck trying an
unlikely-looking reverse maneuver into an alleyway off to the
side. 

Keeping calm, though suspecting something was
up, Leo said: "You did tell me everything that happened last
night?"

She was blushing again, and not just from the
heat. She said candidly, "Okay, I might have simplified a few
things, but that's it, honest."

"Simplified a few things?"

"Okay," she sighed, "so what happened on the
beach..."

"Yeah?" Leo felt his heart beating in his
throat. Had something happened already between her and Marco? And
what if it had? Would he be he upset? Did this mean he couldn't
handle the idea of her going off with someone else?

She said, "It was kind of my idea."

"Your idea? For them to have sex in front of
you?"

"I didn't think they'd actually do it!"

Leo chuckled. He could imagine that cynical
side of his fiancée teasing this couple, pushing them to try to
catch them in a lie. Marco, the confident Spaniard showing off
about himself and his girlfriend's startling ways, and the smart
but perhaps slightly naive American girl thinking she could outwit
them by encouraging them to demonstrate.

She seemed relieved it only seemed to amuse
him. She said, "You know. They were talking about how they'd find
strangers to go to bed with, and I guess I just didn't really
believe them. I mean, part of me was fascinated by what they were
saying - but I just felt they were trying to get a rise out of me,
you know, 'cause I'm a Yankee."

"So let me guess, you asked them to show
you?"

"I said I couldn't really imagine being in a
room when other people were having sex, let alone join in. I guess
they took it as a challenge."

"And did you?" he asked, that heart of his
pounding, a car behind them bleating its horn now the street had
cleared up ahead. "Did you join in?"

"No - swear to God," she said. "I wouldn't
lie to you about that kind of thing, sweetie."

He nodded, squeezing the gas pedal now to get
going. 

"Did they invite you to join in?"

She said, "No. When we were talking, they
were big on the whole trust thing. Marco was saying when they were
with new couples, ones that hadn't ever been with other people
before, it was important to do things on the level, never behind
anyone's back."

"So they suggested you bring me round for
lunch?" he smiled, thinking how much more brainy Caitlyn was than
him. She had levels of intelligence far above his own, he was sure
of it, capable of manipulating him to just where she wanted him to
go. He didn't mind so much - if he did, they wouldn't have lasted
this long.