Anarchy of the Heart (8 page)

"Sure, we'll try new things," his fiancée
said, sounding self-assured, despite her pink glow. "But some
things are worth trying before marriage - you know?"

"It's a good idea," Sofia agreed as Caitlyn
glanced her way for female support.

Looking at each of the pale Americans, Marco
said calmly, reassuringly, "It's good to try things. Try, and not
feel bad if it's not for you."

Caitlyn took a huge sip of wine. Feeling the
pressure and anxiety building inside him, Leo felt a little envious
that they'd decided he would drive today. He could have done with a
little alcoholic cushioning.

He could see his fiancée trying to be calm as
she said: "We're on vacation. If you can't try new things on
vacation, when can you?"

Truthfully, Leo was actually quite impressed
with his fiancée. After their five years or so together, it was
increasingly rare for her to genuinely surprise him, but this
weekend he'd come to see a new side to her, and it was remarkable
how bold she was being in exploring it.

Marco asked Leo: "So, my friend, how are you
feeling about trying new things on this vacation?"

Leo quietly caught his breath, the Spaniard's
question like a sharp dagger through the chest. It was crunch time,
they could all see that. Leo did his utmost to seem cool and
collected as he paused a moment or two. 

Was this it? Was he going to say the wrong
thing? 

He could feel the little box of condoms in
his back pocket, jabbing in to his rear. It brought to mind the
idea of Caitlyn, with her own little box, slipping a rubber onto
Marco's hard cock so that he could push it inside her. Could he
handle that? Could he cope with that sudden violation of the
monogamous assumptions upon which their relationship had always
been based? 

Could Caitlyn cope if he slipped a condom
over his own erect cock, and slipped it between the golden thighs
of this blonde angel now sitting beside him?

Leo looked over to his fiancée, who was
breathing deeply, her pale face glowing lightly, and she gave him a
little nod, visible only to him, signifying that she was sure.

Leo took a gulp of water, and trying to be as
self-assured as Caitlyn was being, he said: "I'm feeling pretty
good about trying new things this vacation."

The four of them toasted to trying new
things, and to a wonderful vacation for them all, and it was quite
clear that a decision had been made.

If anything, it seemed to cut some of the
tension between them all after that. Making that particular
decision was something they didn't have to do any more.

Leo felt a little numb, though underneath he
was fairly excited that Marco and Sofia, whom he really liked after
a wonderful afternoon together, were going to help himself and
Caitlyn explore this strange new frontier of their
relationship. 

"Whatever happens," Marco said, slow and
serious, "if anyone here at any time feels uncomfortable, feels
bad, wants it to stop, do not hold your tongue."

The Spaniard was looking each of them in the
eyes, with utmost gravity. He said: "You tell us, we stop, or we
slow down, or whatever is best." Then he added: "And no one
will judge you for it. We do not think you are bad because you do
not like what is happening."

Leo looked to Caitlyn, and then to Sofia, and
everyone around the table was nodding their agreement, their faces
all serious as though they were planning to rob a bank.

Marco said, "Leo, would you permit me a kiss
from your beautiful fiancée?"

Leo did well to hide the little gasp that now
emerged. Well, if he couldn't handle a kiss, he couldn't handle
anything. Caitlyn was looking at him, waiting for his approval,
sitting there almost demurely. That was curious in itself: she'd
never really been one to be told what to do, or who to do it
with.

He took a deep breath, and the excessive hit
of oxygen was somewhat calming. "Of course," he said, smiling. "You
don't need my permission, Marco. Caitlyn can speak for
herself."

The corners of Marco's mouth squeezed down
and he nodded, in a kind of salute to Leo's courage. If he'd been
wearing a hat, perhaps he might even have doffed it. Then he turned
to Caitlyn, the same question in his eyes. 

Caitlyn looked so self-conscious, blanching
and then flushing, looking across at Leo one last time with an
expression that was no longer about whether her fiancé was sure
about this, but seemingly asking him silently if he realized quite
how bizarre this situation was.

Leo just grinned back at her, and wiggled his
eyebrows suggestively. His heart was pounding again, even at this
stage.

Caitlyn turned back to Marco, both of them
smiling as they looked at each other, their heads closing together,
Caitlyn touching her forehead gently against the Spaniard's putting
a tentative hand on his shoulder. And then the two of them were
tilting their heads, and nudging their faces in together, lips
applying to lips, with Caitlyn's other hand rising up to touch his
cheek and encircle the back of his head.

In that shady little corner of the
restaurant, the kiss seemed to go on for an age. 

Leo found himself beaming brightly, thinking
how adorable his fiancée was, how peculiar, but how exhilarating it
was to watch her kissing this man, enjoying the touch of this
stranger. 

As they kissed, Leo glanced at Sofia, who was
looking at him almost with a note of concern, her face asking him
silently how he was doing, whether he was coping, how he felt about
this first transgression. He smiled at her, reassuring her he was
okay, and she broke into a smile himself, her face so pretty it
made him feel warm inside just to invoke such an expression.

At last, Caitlyn and Marco broke apart, and
Leo saw how breathless his fiancée was, the look of stunned
surprise on her face.

Leo felt fairly stunned himself, but the
biggest surprise of all was just how much the sense of exhilaration
superseded his underlying fear. He looked into Caitlyn's eyes now,
and thought her so overwhelmingly sexy with that bashful flush
across her face once again, making her seem so vulnerable and
yet at the same time somehow courageous.

The way she'd blushed like that before, when
they'd been up at the villa in their little role play acts, Leo now
wondered if kissing Marco in real life made her as wet as it had in
her imagination. The belief that it had was quietly thrilling for
Leo.

"Leo." 

For a moment, he almost forgot there was
another woman at their table, sitting next to him, in fact.

Then he turned to find her, Sofia, looking at
him with those big dreamy blue eyes, leaning in to actually kiss
him.

Wow.

He didn't get a moment to look over to
Caitlyn, to see if she was okay with this. His senses were suddenly
saturated by this beautiful French girl, her soft lips touching
against his, her exotic perfume saturating the air he breathed, her
hand gently pulling him toward her as he tasted her sweet mouth,
detecting the tang of the wine on her lips and her tongue.

His whole body pulsed with energy as she
kissed him, and he tried to respond to Sofia with the same tender
passion. As he kissed her, he could see down her front to her firm
breasts, and the sight just seemed to emphasize how stunning Sofia
was - she was all sugary softness and golden curves.

And yet somehow, what made it seem even more
exciting with the knowledge that as the French girl kissed him, and
he kissed her back, toying with her tongue and sucking on her lips,
Caitlyn could see what was happening, and she now had to deal
with all these powerful feelings as well, as her fiancé kissed
another woman.

At last, Sofia pulled away, and even in her
experienced face, Leo thought he detected a slight flush. 

"Your fiancé is an incredible kisser,
Caitlyn!" Sofia said, breathless. 

"I've always thought so."

Leo turned to his fiancée to find that she
was smiling apparently with pride, looking at him and Sofia as
though loaning her man out to the French girl was merely confirming
her own flawless taste in having him in the first place.

Marco was laughing, and offering Leo a little
silent applause, a "bravo" on his lips. The Spaniard said: "We
are going to have a good vacation this year, Sofia, I can tell this
already."

Sofia was smiling as well, and then they all
were - it was highly infectious.  

Marco looked at his watch. "How the time
flies, huh?" he said, and suddenly launched himself up, signaling
for the check. L'addition, s'il vous plait.

"Okay," said the Spaniard to them, placing
his hands on the table in front of them, fingers interlinking,
almost as though he were about to say grace. "So, stop me if you
have a better idea, but I think it would be good to take this
slowly, and not blunder into anything."

He looked at them, as though waiting for
approval or perhaps an alternative idea.

Feeling that Marco was craving some kind of
mandate to tell them all what to do, Leo said to him: "You probably
know best."

Marco nodded gratefully Leo's way. He said:
"I think it would be nice for us to get to know each other a little
more, but if all of us are together, maybe we do not quite get to
know each other individually as well as if we were apart."

Caitlyn wrinkled her brow a little, and Marco
saw that perhaps he wasn't finding quite the right words for what
he meant.

The Spaniard said: "I think it might be nice
if Sofia took Leo to dinner, perhaps at another nice little place
near here, while I will take the delightful Caitlyn for dinner in a
separate location."

Caitlyn was nodding, Leo too.

"Then..." Marco said, his voice rising a
little in pitch as he raised an index finger as though it was a
wand, "then, if all goes well, Sofia will go home with you, Leo,
while Caitlyn will return home with me."

Leo strongly suspected he was blushing as
profusely as Caitlyn was as they all looked at each other now,
nodding consent to the plan.

In a low voice now, as if conspiring against
some kind of government forces, Marco said to them: "We will take
things slowly, we will take things steadily, we will not rush. At
any stage of the evening or the night, if anyone is feeling bad,
feeling uncomfortable - perhaps with what is happening to them,
perhaps at what they would know is happening with their partner -
then you can call the others, and it will stop. No questions
asked."

Like four bandits preparing to rob a bank,
they looked each other in the eyes, approving the plan.

Marco said finally: "Good. We will get
to know each other comfortably, we will get to know each other
calmly, and tonight perhaps... we will get to know each other
intimately."

It was almost seven thirty already as they
stepped outside, leaving the restaurant as hungry as they'd entered
it earlier that day.

"Where are you going to take him?" Leo could
hear Caitlyn asking Sofia as they strolled along.

"Oh, I know this wonderful place near the
port. We'll have to make sure Marco takes you there some time this
week."

Some time this week - Leo had been so focused
on what was happening right now, in the moment, he hardly even
considered the fact that if tonight went well, they could be
spending time with Marco and Sofia for the rest of the vacation. It
was going to be quite different from any vacation they'd ever
taken.

"I'm looking forward to seeing your villa,"
Sofia said, "from what you've said, it sounds lovely..."

"You'll love it," Caitlyn smiled.

Marco patted Leo on the back as they walked.
"So, my friend," he said. "We will take things slowly, right?"

"Right," Leo smiled, "No need to rush things,
huh?"

"And you know, those butterflies flying
around in your stomach... if they get too bad, you start feeling
the panic eating you up..."

"I know, then I should call you."

"Exactly," Marco said, patting him on the
back again. "No one will feel angry or anything at all. And it
would not spoil the vacation."

"No."

"Maybe it would just mean we need to take
things even more slowly."

"Of course."

Sofia brought them to a halt as a street
turned off towards the old port, indicating that she and Leo were
going to head off in a different direction to Marco and
Caitlyn.

Those butterflies in Leo's stomach that Marco
had been referring to were busy inside his belly, fluttering away.
Caitlyn tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to find himself
ambushed by his fiancée, who launched herself at him, flinging her
arms around his neck and kissing him forcefully.

He opened up into her kiss, breathing in that
same new citrus perfume she was wearing, holding her tightly around
the waist as she embraced him.

"You know how much I love you, don't you?"
she said, as they finally broke apart.

"Of course I do," he said. "And you..."

"I know," she grinned. 

Sofia and Marco were talking in Spanish
together, casual, giving their new friends ample opportunity to say
their goodbyes in this potentially pivotal moment in their
relationship.

"Are you sure you're sure about all this?"
Caitlyn said to Leo, earnest, understanding. 

Leo took a deep breath. Yes. He was certain
in his head that he wanted to at least try this, and it wasn't just
because Sofia was a beautiful girl. 

Something about the thought of Caitlyn going
off with someone else, with Marco, appealed for some
reason. He wasn't sure whether it was the almost exquisite
pinch of pain and excitement, or the thought of how exhilarated his
beloved fiancée would be from it all. Or even the thought that
while he was away with Sofia, his fiancée would be feeling that
same powerful mix of emotions from the thought of what the French
girl was doing with him.