Anarchy of the Heart by Max Sebastian Page A

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.
    He forced himself to think about Caitlyn,
what she might be thinking if she were watching this. Would she be
angry, one way or the other? 
    "What do you think we'll do tomorrow?" he
asked her, as though it might distract her from going further,
allowing him to avoid offending her by suggesting she stop.
    She halted her kisses, and nuzzled her cheek
against his hardness, trying to hug his cock. 
    "We're meeting for drinks at five, no?" she
said, looking up at him now with a big beaming smile. 
    "But after that," he said. 
    "Well, " she said, running her nose gently
along his covered shaft again, "I think we'll see how Caitlyn has
done with Marco, and how you have done with me after a nice
leisurely day."
    "I think we're doing okay," Leo said, hoping
that she didn't think he was an idiot in his attempt to delay her,
to distract her.
    "We're doing great," she said with a devilish
look, kissing his hardness again, slowly from the tip down to the
base. 
    "So assuming Caitlyn's