Erotica, Series

The Leatherbound Diaries, Part 23

Fuck or Fight: Cathy and Else go on a morning run and confront each other in a wet showdown.

Previously: Cathy is invited by Daria, her friend with benefits, for a two-week-holiday at a grand villa in Italy with five other women: two couples and a single young woman. Cathy masturbates in front of Katherine, who subsequently invites Cathy to her marital bedroom. But Cathy feels that her wife, the sporty Else, dislikes her.

Had a bit of a showdown with Else this morning. Both of us are early birds and I was about to dive into the pool for a swim when she asked me to join her on a run. She told me I could get wet afterwards.

I’m not easily intimidated, but Else has the skills to make one feel small and do whatever she says. So, I went back inside the villa to get my trainers and put on shorts and a T-shirt over my bikini. Impatiently hopping at the gate, as soon as she saw me, she ran downhill, forcing me to catch up with her.

As we jogged in silence, I noticed her checking my speed, and she always made sure she was going faster. Obviously, I was getting out of breath. That’s when she started talking.

‘You didn’t come last night.’

‘I came alright, but not in your bed.’

Her admonition was to go faster still. I took up the gauntlet.

‘Beate’s silly yelping echoes through the hallway, so I know where you were.’

‘How do you know Beate was with me? Could’ve been Daria or one of the others.’

‘I heard you laugh.’

‘Are you spying on me?’

‘I had to pee.’

‘Peeping through the keyhole more like.’

Near the bottom of the hill, Else suddenly turned to take a small path leading us further down. It was steep, and I had to mind my footing.

‘Keep your distance, I don’t want you to trip and drag me with you.’ I slowed down and watched her jump-run down like a doe. Showing off parkour style, she pushed herself off a tree trunk and leaped over a large rock. I lost sight of her and chose to be careful instead of trying to compete.

The babbling of a stream grew louder as I scrambled down the narrow path and when I arrived at a brook, Else was standing in it, splashing her face with the fresh water and drenching her tank top so it showed the outline of her small boobs and hardening nipples. She wet her hair and firmly pulled it back into a ponytail, tying it with a band. As I watched this gaudy display of hers, I couldn’t suppress a mocking smile.

‘We can fuck here if you like,’ she said.

‘Who says I want to fuck you?’

‘Your slutty reputation precedes you.’

I sat down on a rock on the bank, pulled off my trainers, and dipped my already weary feet into the water. It was icy cold, as if the mountain snow had just melted with the first rays of spring. I shivered and kept my mouth shut. Else could stuff my reputation up her arse. I wasn’t taking any bait.

‘It’s deeper over there.’ She pointed upstream. ‘We can swim up and down.’

‘What do you want from me, Else?’

She looked at me distrustfully, like she had ever since I arrived at the villa with Daria.

‘Just swim with me. You’ve got a bikini on.’ She bared her chest by taking off her tank top, which she threw at me to catch it. Her hands on her sides, she took a provocative stance, showing off her nudity while waiting for me to take off my T-shirt and shorts. I cautiously stepped into the cold water, the skin of my legs responding with goosebumps. I felt Else’s gaze on me and when I looked up, her eyes were wanton. She waded towards the deeper end and dived in. I followed and when the icy stream lapped at my crotch, my pussy shrivelled and I knew I had to dive straight in. Else came up for air and screamed, ‘Fuckity fucking cold!’ We laughed, and I dived under. My body must’ve reacted like magnesium because I felt icy blue when I surfaced. I swam like crazy after Else to get warm and when I reached her, she caught me in her arms and kissed me, which took me by surprise.

‘I don’t get it,’ I stammered, hardly able to stop my teeth from chattering.

She responded with another kiss, slipping her tongue in. It felt amazingly warm, and I embraced her, pressing her naked chest firmly against mine, trying to get passion to heat our shivering bodies. But I still didn’t get why she’d been so distant and wary, while all along she obviously desired me.

Suddenly, she let go and swam away, purposefully hitting the surface with her feet so the water splashed into my face. I hurried after her and managed to overtake her. Taking a gulp of water in my mouth, I spat it in her face. She grabbed me by the head and pushed me under. I gave in but grabbed her leg to pull her down with me. She kicked and her knee almost connected with my nose, but I pushed myself off her and came up.

‘You want to fight, cunt?’ she said.

I answered by pulling her head back by her ponytail. ‘I’m not your cunt, bitch.’

She kicked me against the shin and I let go. We were both treading water as neither of us could stand. I didn’t feel cold anymore, on the contrary.

Else swam off again, and I followed. When we reached the shallow part where our clothes were, she peeled down her skin-tight running shorts and her knickers. Completely naked, she lay down on a large rock basking in the already hot morning sun. I waded towards her and sat next to her, waiting and scanning her sports body. Her pussy was shaven but dark like a shadow beard. I wondered if the stubble would rasp my cheeks if I went down on her.

‘I heard this story about you and Daria. How she came to your studio, and you tamed her arrogant ass. When I saw the two of you arrive here this week, I was jealous as fuck. You both looked gorgeous and in love. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife, but Daria is my ex and I can’t decide whether to fuck or fight you.’

‘I’m not in love with Daria.’

‘So you say.’

‘You think I am?’

‘You look it. So does Daria.’

She sat up and a warning sign flashed in her eyes. ‘If you hurt her, I will kill you.’

‘Or fuck me.’

‘No, I’ll deny you an orgasm before you die.’

I laughed.

‘It’s not a laughing matter,’ Else said. She spread her legs and looked down at her pussy. I followed her gaze and noticed how wrinkled her protruding labia were, either by arousal or from the icy brook. A patch of pubic hair spread from the top of her pussy over her lower belly, trimmed in such a way that it looked like the silhouette of an angel spreading its wings from her clit upwards.

‘Katherine did that, she’s handy with a razor,’ she said. ‘But I’m letting it all grow back.’

‘Bitch with a bush.’

She took my hand and put it between her legs. ‘Be nice.’

‘Will you be nice to me if I make you come?’ I still wanted to provoke her. Daria had kept it from me that Else was her ex and I felt the need to get back at both of them.

Of course, I now realise that this means I am falling in love with Daria. Because I care about her ex and wanted to touch the body that was once Daria’s to play with. I am childishly jealous and I’m fucked, because I promised myself to keep love out of the equation. I fled from Alexander not because of Nina being his sister — although that revelation was sickening — but because he flashbacked me into a teenager pining for Prince Charming. Fuck that.

But at the brook this morning, my brain wasn’t smart enough yet to analyse the situation. I was horny and spiteful. So I flicked my finger over Else’s clitoral hood and watched her twitch and smile at me wantonly. I spread her lips, exposing her cunt to the Italian sun. I discovered her weak spot when I spat on those protruding labia. She wanted it dirty and messy, so I provokingly asked if she liked to be pissed on, and I squatted as if I was about to actually do it. She shook her head in shock and I laughed at her, finally making her mine to play with. Her attitude of ‘don’t fuck with me’ dissolved when my two fingers went up her cunt while pressing my thumb against her clit. But she still fought me by holding back her orgasm when it was imminent. She resisted the pleasure of a release that underlined my victory over her. Or that’s how it felt to me: I needed her to succumb to me, to acknowledge my existence, that I, and not she, was now Daria’s lover. That I had seduced her wife — my namesake with a K — and also induced Beate’s orgasmic screaming during the night. I was being a cunt alright.

Although it was still early in the morning, we were sweating under the beating Umbrian sun. And when Else finally came, she fucking squirted like a volcano. My Pompeian hand drowned in the lava of Else’s Vesuvius. She slid off the rock and bellowed as she hit the icy water. Later, when we jogged back to the villa, I couldn’t resist mocking her.

‘I made you scream like silly Beate.’

‘Fuck you, bitch,’ she rebuked, but we laughed.

As I scribble this down on the terrace, I’m dying. Daria just placed a glass of wine for me on the table. She didn’t try to peek at my open diary, but passed her hand through my hair and walked off, humming a song.

The burgundy red of the Chianti looks like the dark blood pumping straight from my heart to my confused brain, making me dizzy like I drank an entire bottle already. I cannot look at Daria happily chatting with Bibi and Cassandra because I will cry if she looks back at me with those lovey-dovey eyes.

Else’s checking me from the edge of the pool, curious about or scared of the words I write on these pages.

Yes, you’ve been recorded, Else. Your Vesuvian cunt is now part of the story of my endless promiscuity. But I’m adding that we kissed too, after you came in a flood of surrender. It was a lovely, endearing kiss. I could sense you’re a good person, albeit a troubled one, always looking for competition and trying to win. I will offer you my sweetest and sincerest smile after I finish this entry and you will relax and go to your wife, who’s playing a medley of Oasis songs on the piano.

Oasis… Shit, of course, fuck my life, that’s what Daria was humming along to. I put up my hand to hide the tears welling up as Gallagher’s lyric reminds me of the haunting truth I’m facing:

Because maybe / You’re gonna be the one that saves me / And after all / You’re my wonderwall.

[To be continued]

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