"That makes sense, I suppose," Sofia said.
Leo said: "I like Marco - you've got a great guy there, it's obvious. So I don't feel threatened by it. Not really, when I think about it."
"That's good. So where is the problem?"
Leo sighed. He said: "I don't know for certain how she feels. I mean - obviously we talked all this out, but it's still only yesterday she kind of sprang all this on me. And I guess I'm just worried... well, that she will change her mind. Maybe, even after being with Marco for the first time has worn off, she'll be suddenly jealous that I've been with you, Sofia."
The French girl nodded in contemplation of what he was saying. After a pause, she said: "I think you're a strange one, Leo."
"Aren't I, though?" he laughed - and made her laugh as well.
"You're so supportive of your fiancée wanting to do this. And yet you are worried that she will think you are in the wrong because you follow her wishes, and spend time with me?"
"I guess it must sound pretty dumb."
"No," Sofia said, offering him that beautiful smile of hers, warming him up inside despite the poor light from the streetlamps. "It just makes you seem like a really nice guy."
Sofia was suitably impressed by the villa, and particularly the pool - even though the darkness had taken away the view.
Leo gave her a whistlestop tour, feeling strange to be showing her the bedroom, though rushing through so that he could get back to the kitchen and open up the wine that had been chilling in the refrigerator.
"What do you think they're doing right now?" he asked her as he poured two glasses.
She looked at the little gold watch clasped around her delicate wrist. "Ten o'clock already? Is that the time?" she said. Then, "I don't know... they could still be touring the bars around town, or..."
"They could be back at your hotel already?" Leo suggested, mulling the thought.
Sofia took the offered glass, and then clinked it to his in a silent toast, and after approving the selection of cheap local wine bought by Caitlyn's uncle, said: "So Leo, part of you is turned on by the thought of Marco and Caitlyn being together, but what does the other part feel?"
Leo drained his glass, and poured another. He smiled as Sofia laughed at his thirst, and said: "Well, I'm afraid, I guess. I mean, I've thought it all through, and I know I have nothing to worry about. I'm not losing her. Well, I suppose there's a small chance she'll somehow think I'm no longer good enough for her."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"No," he shrugged, "I know that's not realistic. But you know, there is that fear that both of us will just change as people, and will no longer want to be together."
Sofia picked up the bottle, and suggested heading out to the chairs by the pool. The cicadas were in full song out there already, a sound that was not unpleasant.
"You can't know that you'll change as people to that degree," Sofia was saying. "And if by then you have changed like that, then you'll feel differently anyway, right?"
Leo sighed. "I know, it's just fear of change. Nothing much I can do."
"Even if you decided against this, you would change," Sofia said, pouring another glass of wine herself. It wasn't strong, but relatively fruity and not unlike drinking fruit juice. "Maybe if you hadn't both wanted to do this, you would have regretted not trying, and then found when you got home that the regret was too much."
"I guess so."
They sat with Leo facing the pool, but Sofia sitting against the arm of the chair, looking towards him, her legs curled up underneath her. It amused him a little that in this very place earlier that day, he and Caitlyn had made love, imagining that it was Sofia with him, rather than his fiancée. But back then he'd had no idea Sofia was this attractive.
"Do you think I should call her yet?" Leo asked her, checking the time yet again.
Sofia took another drink. "No," she said at last. "Not yet."
"I don't want to seem needy, right?" Leo laughed. "God, it's like going on a first date all over again. When should I call her, when should I call her?"
They both laughed at that.
As if she sensed he needed to take his mind off things, Sofia now picked herself up and went over to the edge of the pool to test the temperature of the water with her toe. He watched her balance on the edge of the pool like a gymnast, testing the water in different places as though there might be some secret corner where the temperature was a little warmer.
"It's so cold!" she was laughing, and Leo was laughing, but also delighting in the sight of her in that stylish little cream dress, which revealed her graceful curves and plenty of smooth tanned skin.
"I will only go in there if things get very hot."
"I don't suppose you brought your swimsuit?" he asked her, to which she simply shook her head.
Leo finished up the last of the wine, and slipped inside to retrieve one of the bottles Sofia had picked out, which turned out to be a considerable improvement in quality. When he returned, the French girl turned their conversation to trivial matters, talking about places both of them had visited, on vacation or otherwise. Places they wanted to go in the future.
The wine was going down quickly - in no time at all, he found himself fetching another bottle, pouring fresh glasses for himself and Sofia, who appeared to be matching him for volume, despite her relatively petite frame.
He found himself so relaxed with her now, whether the alcohol had a large part to do with it.
Eventually, even the thought of what Caitlyn and Marco might be doing could not fail to dislodge his feeling of wellbeing.
"Maybe they'll drink so much tonight, they won't be able to do anything anyway," Leo suggested, thinking that might be a good excuse for himself, and perfectly possible at this rate.
"Maybe," Sofia nodded. "I don't think so, though."
"Do you think they're in bed yet?"
"I think it's very possible."
"Do you think they think we're in bed?"
"Perhaps," she said, and he realized that the way she was now sitting on the other end of the outdoor sectional - cross-legged and facing him - he could see her underwear quite easily. She was wearing blue and white checked panties with a white lace trim - very feminine, very pretty. It made him tingle a little between his thighs to see it.
She said: "Here's a question for you, Leo..."
"Ask away."
"You're worried about Caitlyn changing her mind, right? And then feeling angry for you for being with me."
"Right. I think that's one of the biggies."
She leaned forward, now, so he could no longer see her underwear, but also so that she was much closer to him. She said: "At what point would you say... if she were to change her mind tomorrow... would she be angry at you?"
"How do you mean?"
She said, "I mean, for example... if I was just kissing you..."
Sofia leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the mouth, just briefly. It was so sweet, so soft, even a mere momentary touch between their lips sent shivers coursing through every muscle in his body.
"Would she be angry at that?" she asked, her sapphire eyes hovering on his lips before trailing up to meet his own startled gaze.
"I... uh..." he fumbled, trying to reengage the gears in his head. "I don't imagine she would," he said. "You did that before in the restaurant..."
She smiled, and leaned forward again, this time one hand brushing over his cheek as her head tilted and her luxurious lips closed in on his, and she was gently pulling him to her to taste his bottom lip.
Eyes closing, he melted into her, breathing deeply, adoring her warm, summery scent, which made him imagine rolling around in an orchard surrounded by apricot trees, astounded at the sensations teased out by her lips and after a moment or two, her tongue.
Recovering a little from the power of her initial engagement, he returned her kiss, gently mirroring her own movements to lightly suck on her lips, and even explore her mouth with the tip of his own tongue, bringing his hand
up to caress her velvet cheek.
She broke into a dazzling smile as they eventually parted, silent for a moment or two as they both caught their breath and came back down to ground level.
"You are a wonderful kisser, Leo," Sofia said, in barely more than a whisper.
"I was only taking my lead from you."
"So, you think Caitlyn would be upset that we kissed?"
"No, I don't think so," he said quietly, feeling his whole body pulsating.
There was a glint of delight in her eyes as she leaned forward again for another kiss, this time raising the heat level, to more passionately explore him with her tongue, as well as nibbling on his lips, Leo matching her, his fingers brushing through her silky blonde hair as he tasted her mouth.
"It's nice kissing with you," Sofia said.
"It is," Leo said stroking her cheek. "You're so beautiful, Sofia, I think anyone would be inspired to be a better kisser with you."
She launched herself forward now, urging him to lie back along the wide couch, where she could lie beside him and half sprawled over him, one arm draped over his chest, one leg lodged between his. He felt his heart rate accelerating as her legs glided against his, the sensation of her silky-smooth skin taking his breath away.
"I think Caitlyn would be surprised if we weren't kissing by now," Sofia smiled, touching her sensual lips to his again as her hand trailed lazily over his chest.
"I suppose they must be, by now, as well."
"Perhaps." She was unfastening the buttons on his shirt now, slipping her hand inside to explore his bare chest. "Perhaps more."
She kissed him again, and he brushed her hair away from her face, his hand sweeping through her golden locks and then on down, tracing out the curve of her back.
"I bet they are," he said, trying to sound relaxed, okay with it. Then he looked at Sofia and said: "I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't be thinking about someone else while we're..."
"No, no," Sofia laughed. "Of course you should. That is the whole point of this."
Leo smiled, and gently stroked the French girl's hair again. "When Caitlyn's really excited, she blushes really easily," he said.
"Is that right?"
"It's really hot," Leo said. "I never really noticed it until this vacation. When she was telling me about what happened with you on the beach last night."
Sofia smiled. "You see? You can take this all as a learning experience. By the end of this vacation, you'll know your fiancée better than ever."
"I guess so."
"What she likes, what she doesn't like. You'll both learn much more about each other."
Pulling open his shirt now, Sofia kissed her way over his bare chest, and was exploring his lightly hairy chest with her mouth, appearing to be breathing in his own scent as she went, appraising him, enjoying him.
"The funny thing is," Leo said, complying as she encouraged him to sit up now, to remove his shirt, "when I think of her with Marco, now, I picture her blushing like that. She must be, right now. And it really turns me on."
"It does?" she said, helping him pull off the shirt.
"Well, I now know for certain the sure-fire way to tell if she's really turned on," Leo said, dropping his shirt over the back of the chair before scooching back down to lie with the pretty French girl. "It makes me wonder if all this time, maybe she hasn't been having much of a good time with me, though."
"I doubt that's true," Sofia said.
"I suppose she may have been blushing, I wasn't paying enough attention, though."
"So now you change," she said, and now she was sitting up, saying: "You think Caitlyn would be upset if I removed my dress?"
Chapter Seven
"I don't think so. She's probably wearing even less herself by now," Leo said, stretching for his wine as Sofia sat up, reaching behind herself to unfasten the zip on the side of her dress.
She said, "I didn't bring another - I'd hate it to get creases."
Leo gasped as she pulled her dress up over her head, revealing a blue and white checked bra lined with dainty white lace, matching her panties. The white of her underwear contrasted with her gentle tan to keep up her very chic appearance.
Sofia smiled down at Leo's temporary loss of breath, and now lifted a knee before straddling his chest.
"Surely we're okay just touching," she said, picking up Leo's own hand to place it on her breathtakingly beautiful body.
"If it's only touching..." he said, following her hand up to lightly skirt over her small but shapely breasts, above and below the soft cotton of her bra, as Sofia now reached for his other hand, urging him to hold both her breasts, touch her, explore her fully.
She smiled, loving his touch, and now leaned forward and over him, so that her wonderfully soft, warm breasts touched down on his face.
Leo breathed in deeply as his mouth and nose pressed delicately against her chest, drawing in her characteristic exotic scent, kissing her gently between her breasts to sample the subtle sweet-savory flavor of her exposed flesh.
Sofia let out a low, quiet sigh and dipped forwards to rub her breasts up over his head, so his face was running down the satin skin of her flat stomach, his kiss turning into a long lick of the tongue.
He kissed her sensually below her breasts, and she began to gently writhe, grazing the cotton of her panties against his stomach, letting out soft moans as she went.
She was so sexy, so elegant and graceful, yet with a raw passion below the surface that hinted at glorious pleasures yet to be had.
"You make it hard for me to control myself," she breathed, as she returned to a seated position on top of him, flicking her hair over her shoulder, gesturing for his hands to support her breasts once more.
"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe.
He needed no further encouragement to touch her chest once again, his fingers splaying out over her exquisite curves, but she now gave him a mischievous smile, and now guided his hands down again, behind her, over her lower back and down to her behind as she again laid her breasts down over his face, encouraging him to kiss her there, while her golden hair trailed over his head.
He turned amateur masseur as he coaxed her firm behind, and she settled down again to kiss his mouth, so that they were writhing together, four hands trailing over two bodies, kisses along cheeks and down necks, her golden locks flicked this way and that out of the way of her face, both breathing deep and long to delight in each other's scent while indulging in the flavor of their kisses, and the irresistible sensation of skin gliding against skin.
After indulging their shared craving to simply touch and be touched for a long, long while, Sofia rolled her hips to the side, and now pulled herself back away from him, her hands falling to his belt buckle.
"We should remove these," she said, softly.
Leo helped her unfasten his belt, and his pants, lifting his hips to allow her to pull it down over his thighs.
He said, "Do you think she might be annoyed with me if we don't go all the way tonight?"
Sofia didn't quite get his meaning. "How do you mean? Angry because we don't..."
"If she's planning tonight to be the big first time for me and you, so we can all move on as a group tomorrow?"
Sofia draped his pants over the back of the couch with her dress. "Maybe," she said.
"She might think I'm unprepared, because I chickened out tonight," he said. "She might think I'm trying to make her out to be the bad person, because she went straight ahead and... slept with Marco."
Sofia ran her hand gently down his chest, over his thigh, and up to trace out the shape of his manhood, which lay swollen under his tight lycra boxer shorts.
"I don't think she will," said the French girl, her hands outlining the shape of his cock, reveling in the size of his erection. "But we can just tell them we went the whole way - how will they know we didn't?"
"I guess we could."
"And then if she changes her mind, feels somehow that you betrayed her,
even though she's doing the same to you - then you can reveal that we didn't do anything at all."
"Just touched."
"Just touched," she smiled, trailing her hand up his chest now. "And kissed."
She leaned down again, to kiss his mouth, and when she rose again, her bra fell away to reveal her beautiful bare breasts, two handfuls of joy peaked by stiff little pink nipples.
She smiled as she saw him catch his breath, responding involuntarily to the sight she presented for him, and then she was leaning over him again, smothering her breasts over his chest, kissing his mouth as she lifted her leg up to straddle him again, this time pressing her cotton-clad pussy down on his rigid cock.
As she sat up, gyrating on top of him while gently stirring his manhood with her pussy, he reached up to hold her sweet little breasts, coaxing them, exploring them unrestricted.
She said: "Caitlyn's a very lucky girl," and it was clear as she pressed herself down on his cock that she was aiming her complement at his manhood.
"I'm going to have to call her soon," he said.
"Just wait a little bit longer," Sofia breathed, leaning down again, to place her breasts over his face, urging him to take her stiff nipples into his mouth.
He held her waist with both hands as he kissed and licked his way around her breasts, taking each nipple in turn into his hot mouth to tease out her moans, her flesh so soft as it pushed against him.
Then she was kissing her way down his chest, caressing his skin with her breasts, until she was heading for dangerous territory, nuzzling into his abdomen just above the waistband of his boxers, her hand closing over his hardness.
Leo was pulsating with energy, his insides nothing but molten lava as the beautiful French girl acquainted herself with his cock through the thin material of his underwear. As she handled him, and then gently nudged her nose against his hardness, and was actually kissing his cock very slowly through the fabric, Leo found himself increasingly concerned that they wouldn't be able to control themselves - that he wouldn't be able to control himself.
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