An Unlikely Gentleman Ch. 05

I kept on lowering my underwear and covered my cock with my hand since she hadn't seen it all and I hadn't seen everything—it was only fair. Danielle turned around and dropped her hands, I saw her flawless back, which sent my heart racing. I exposed my member slowly when she turned her head to look at me, her back still pointed towards me. As I was about to show her the last part of me she hadn't seen, she began turning around slowly, and I stopped, mesmerized. Her nipples were about to be on display. I could partly see the shape of her breasts. I forgot how to move, breathe, or think. Right before I moved my hands to the sides for her to see me completely, she smiled at me and walked out of the window frame.

I moaned in frustration and let my underwear touch the floor. Just as I turned around, some more movement caught my eye. I looked and there was a tiny hand holding up a set of lacy, pink panties. Danielle dropped them and without stepping near the window, she energetically waved goodbye.

Even if I had just cum a few hours ago, my heart was racing, and I was horny like a wolf in heat.

It wouldn't have been smart to call Angelica for a quick fuck, Trish was out of the question, just as Clarissa was, which left me with... I looked at my right hand and sighed.

***

We had just finished watching a movie at Ralph's, delivering and receiving friendly banter, Alice, the host, and I just destroying the acting of the evil guy whose performance had been too stereotypical of a late 70's movie; every plot twist wasn't much of a twist. The comments were backed by tremendous technical aspects in Maria, Ralph and Pan's cases since they did media-related stuff for a living. Alice and I didn't have much knowledge, but we were entitled to our opinion. It was barely four p.m., and we had watched a few movies that were the mediatic group's homework, and Ralph had decided to turn it into a group meet-up. We had become a bit closer in the few months.

Then, the phone rang and I was curious since Danielle had never called me. My stomach sank due to the possible reason behind the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, neighbor!" Her tone was still bubbly. "We're having an informal dinner, and we were wondering if you wanted to come on over!"

"Today?" Let's hope it's not the engagement party. Selfish as it was, it was the truth. I didn't want that.

Danielle must've heard the reluctance in my tone. "Are you busy?"

Before I could answer, another voice came up on the line. "Come onnnn, Danteee. Your harem wants to see you!"

"Clarissa, what the hell is wrong with you?" Angelica?

"Ah, come on, as if you haven't gotten a ride on the—"

"So! Dante! You're coming, right?" Danielle cut off the sentence I wanted to hear.

"Heh, yeah, I'm in." Regardless of how horny I could get, my brain still worked enough for me not to expect an orgy or anything outlandish (read: porn-worthy). The bickering on the other end of the line was cut after a happy bye from Danielle. There was again a lot on my mind.

"So, you gettin' laid, bro?" Ralph, of course, was grinning.

"I have no idea."

***

I had some trouble getting my longer hair into place, but I had managed to do it and found myself with doubts before ringing Danielle's doorbell. While I didn't have any outlandish expectations, that hadn't stopped me from taking a bath and using a nice, alluring cologne placed in very strategic zones of my body. Because you never know. A few seconds after pushing the button, a sexy Asian woman opened the door, and while she didn't say anything besides "welcome," the twinkle in her eyes told me much more than that.

Sitting around my neighbor's living room were a few of the girls I had met before: Najwa, the beauty from the Middle East; Angelica, the tattooed nice girl with hipster looks; Angelica, the uppity young woman who was a tornado in bed; and Clarissa, the Asian girl I would've gotten to know more privately a few days ago had I been less focused. I said my helloes in a general way when someone stepped right behind me and I turned to see L and Hunter. The entire meeting thing was starting to look more and more ominous. Danielle didn't look nervous or too terribly excited although she looked incredibly attractive. We were all seated and having small talk about crabmeat or such and when the food was about to be unveiled. I was at least curious about what food it was going to be since it was a potluck kind of event. I thanked Danielle for not making me cook since nobody would've appreciated that, and she smirked. That smirk sent signals straight to a place between my legs. The moment you let your guard down, I'm going to fuck you.

I saw that Danielle was looking into my eyes, and I was staring back hungrily, but the last thought was like an inner slap. Somewhere in the last weeks, our games had been getting out of control, and my perception of her had been changing and evolving along the way. It had gone from "if I could have a night with her" all the way to this last one, and I knew something had to be done.

The interruption to my thought flow came from the doorbell. Danielle came out of her trance and went over to get the door while Angelica and Clarissa were looking at me with knowing smirks, Najwa was studying me intently, and Lish (or Nice Angelica) was curiously eyeing me. Hunter seemed to be thoughtful as if trying to decide if I could be a threat. Lorelai appeared to be having some kind of déjà vu. Unwittingly, we had become the center of attention without our knowledge.

"You have to stop looking at girls like that," the Asian girl chided. Angelica's expression was something between agreement and another almost unreadable thing, but I thought I saw her urging me to not stop.

My answer was cut short when we heard the typical squeal girls make when they see each other after a long time. Trish and a man stood on the doorway. The introductions were made. Adam was a handsome black man, who when he spoke, made me feel like a savage; he enunciated each word carefully and spoke with incredible culture without making me feel like he was talking down to me. If I talked like a brute compared to him, Hunter sounded nothing short of a grunting caveman.

The meals were unveiled to "ooh's" and "aah's" and we ate as ravenously as you can when you're being polite. What I didn't like was the way Trish looked at me. It almost seemed as if Adam was a way to get back at me, and although, fortunately, he didn't look infatuated with Trish, they were obviously a couple. The redhead was being very immature about our situation. She caressed him randomly with a glint of daring in her eye and talked into his ear whenever there was something she wanted him to know... The teen managed to make it slightly subtle, but not enough for Adam not to notice. He started giving hints of being uncomfortable, so of all things, it was me who came out to the rescue.

"Adam! You mentioned something about France. Where have you been?"

I sparked the conversation to point it towards things that would isolate the men. After minutes of trying, the women were talking in a circle and the three men were exchanging experiences lived in college. Or something. The party was dying down, and every now and then I would lock eyes with Angelica, who smiled at me confidently, letting me know that she was aware of the more secret glances Danielle and I were sharing. Then Adam sat up, and Trish joined him. They started saying goodbye, and when it came to me, she pressed her body against Adam as she was politely bidding me good night; her date warmly shook my hand and looked at the girl from the East Coast with some annoyance. I felt bad for Trish. I didn't wish her any evil, but toying with a man to get back at me for a slight I felt I hadn't committed was too much.

Lish was next. We got entangled in a small conversation about the technique used on her arm's tattoo before she disappeared from the event, followed by Lorelai and Hunter. Najwa was very polite but kept her distance as if she thought I was trying to actively seduce all of them. I found myself with Clarissa, Angelica, and Danielle who were quietly chatting among themselves when I turned around. The first thought that went through my mind was to get out of there. I couldn't be alone with Danielle in her apartment knowing how I was starting to think; it wouldn't end very well. Then, my neighbor lifted three fingers, making me quickly signal Clarissa and Angelica with my eyes, letting her know that I might skip the answer until later if I chose to do so.

"Five of your favorite things," the curvy brunette stated.

"Co—"

"Other than sex," Angelica deadpanned.

"Damn, you guys are good. I was about to say 'cowgirl,'" I admitted. "Ok. Persimmon and or dates in any presentation... What else? Gray is my favorite color for clothing..." The three were listening intently. I knew right then that I succeeded at not telling much about me. "Cold colors for lighting. My apartment has bluish tones on every light bulb. Reading breaking news on the scientific world"—I eyed Angelica on that one—"and... hmmm... complex music, anything from a mixture of genres all the way to atonal." I didn't like being the focus of attention, so I asked the first thing that popped up in my mind. "So, where's Jason?"

"Oh, he... he went out with his friends." Danielle didn't like it one bit, and I didn't press the issue.

"I think it's getting late. Tomorrow's a work day," I excused myself. "Thank you. I'll let you girls do your sleepover thing."

"Don't you want to join us?" Clarissa said that to be chastised by a fulminating gaze from Angelica. I smirked and left the apartment.

And yet, a few minutes later, I received a text from Angelica. "Sleep with one eye open."

Ominous as it was, I didn't allow myself to sleep soundly, and yet, nothing would've prepared me for what happened a few hours later.

A soft knock on my apartment's door, and my eyes flew open. I sat up without making a sound to don a pair of pajama pants and see what was about to go on. I opened the door to a woman possessing an enviable dark skin color and wonderful breasts staring at me with hunger for only a moment before jumping towards me and kissing me with feral passion. I tasted—

"What the fuck, Angelica?" That was a hard slap! This crazy— What the fuck? Is she kissing me again?

Kissing wouldn't entirely describe what she was doing to me; she was almost fucking my face with her mouth after slapping me without holding her strength back. Between confused and flabbergasted, I couldn't decide whether to feel angry or turned on. Conflabbergastedly horny, I thought childishly, like when I used to create new words for situations that I hadn't lived through before. And I was right: I tasted alcohol on her. Big surprise. Angelica slammed the door behind us and she almost dragged me to my bedroom while hurriedly getting rid of her clothes and lowering both my pajama bottoms and boxers in a single move. She caressed my length hungrily and pressed her naked body against mine, still kissing me. Angelica separated her lips from mine for a second.

Breathily, the gorgeous woman ordered, "Get a condom, I want you to fuck me hard."

Find a guy who will say "no" to that one.

Not hearing any alcohol-induced slurring, nor seeing any evident clumsiness, I knew that the exotic beauty was sober enough to know what I was about to do to her. I had to get a condom. Fast. I had it in the palm of my hand quickly, the nightstand having still a few, and I felt her hand closing around my cock, making me gasp with pleasure when she flicked her tongue over it. Instead of going down on me, however, she placed herself on the bed, facing up. Her hands found her sex and she slowly showed me her wet fingers so I would know she didn't want—or need—foreplay.

"Do it."

I climbed on top of her, gently probed her lower lips with my dick, and after a few seconds, I pushed in. Her velvety, warm tightness engulfed me as she contracted her inner walls, hard. We both gasped with pleasure. I closed my eyes and pulled back until almost all of my length was out, and then plunged back in with strength. She wanted to get fucked; she was getting fucked. After two or three tentative thrusts, I began slamming my hips into hers, letting my mind recede and my instinct take over—she pushed me back.

"Get off me!" Angelica yelped, pushing me with greater strength. There was something in the way she said it that let me know she was serious, and I jumped back pulling out of her, my confusion going from really high to uncharted regions. Then, she began sobbing. What. The. Fuck.

And yet, the chivalrous aspect of me, weird as it might be, awoke. I removed the condom and laid down with her holding my hands out in a calming gesture. I held her tempting body as she cried herself to sleep. Feeling her relax, the tiredness I was feeling kicked in, but I couldn't sleep right away. My mind just wasn't satisfied with the situation. I tried to figure out what the hell had happened. Before I could, however, I crashed.

I woke up to a wonderful feeling. Soft kisses on my chest and then to my abs, then up and down again in a sensuous cycle that made me stir. Angelica was on top of me looking sheepish.

"I'm sorry about last night."

"We have to talk about this."

"We do," she said, sighing. "Jason came for Danielle last night, saying he wanted to take her out for a drink. It happened just as Clarissa and I were leaving. When they went down the stairs, behind her back, Jason showed me the blue box."

I felt a pang of something. Words had been failing me lately.

"Clarissa almost shrieked with excitement, but I shut her up in time. And then I got a call from my dad. Jason kinda flaunted the ring to a few of his friends while my dad was around nearby, so he knew. And he called me...well...to tell me that why couldn't I be like Danielle, not as loud, not as... Well—"

I hugged her. "You know, he just gave you his blessing for you to go further on your studies, but that doesn't mean he's in love with the idea. People don't have a complete change of heart over something they strongly feel about. Give him time."

"Thank you." She sighed climbed on top of me and said, "Now be quiet"—She gave me a soul-searching kiss and pressed her body against mine before lying on top of me. We hadn't gotten dressed, so the fabulous sensation of her nude physique against my skin was great, and this time I just hoped to hell she didn't slap me on a whim—"while I fuck you."

I would've loved that. I would've let myself be loved, but there was something that didn't sound right. "Angelica, you don't have to do this."

Her smile, sultry as it had been, faltered.

"I think we've covered the fact that you're a really hot woman," I continued, "but if you're not in the mood, don't. Don't feel like you have to compensate for yesterday, or anything like that. We're f-buddies, and there's no doubt that we've fucked, and well, so don't feel like you owe it to me. Friends with benefits also includes the 'friends' part. C'mere."

More than letting her move close to me, I took her in my arms, pulled her to me, and let myself enjoy her naked body against mine. Of course I wanted to have sex with her. She probably didn't have an idea how horny I was, but there was no way I was going to get laid out of a feeling of obligation, even less reluctance.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she stood up and started picking up her clothes. I let her go, for our relationship could only work that way, and we both knew it.

"Talk to Danielle," she said, her eyes flashing with an enigma behind them. I didn't say a thing, just let her go. My friend smiled at me in a relaxed way, blew me a kiss, and closed the door behind her, leaving me to shower before starting my day.

***

The week went by uneventfully and I felt angry, frustrated, and I knew only one of the reasons. Danielle's engagement bothered the fuck out of me, which was the only certainty since I didn't know why it bothered me. It wasn't as if she and I had any kind of relationship that meant something. It wasn't as if I had done anything to prevent the engagement from happening. Sure, I was infatuated with my neighbor, and maybe I should've been only frustrated at not being able to have her, but why feel anger?

Encounters between Danielle and me had been null. Angelica had texted me, letting me know about her progress with the MBA, but no sex offers. I was sure I didn't want to resort to Clarissa; I had learned my lesson about teenagers. My workout sessions had become stress-relief that didn't fully work as such, and I had it in my mind by Friday that I was going to go out, find a random girl, and fuck her senseless until she begged for mercy. Twice.

My hormones were screaming at me. I had gotten used to frequent sex, and the withdrawal was merciless. Mood swings weren't uncommon, and I quickly became angered... Sex can be addicting too. The signs are there if you know where to look for them. Stopping myself from going out to fuck a random girl, I made a call to a clinic and scheduled an appointment to be checked for STDs.

Told to wait for the results to be mailed, I was back at my apartment and already changing into an outfit that I deemed would make me look tempting, even if I wasn't planning to get laid, when the doorbell rang. There was only one person that would do that since I still didn't get any visitors that didn't announce themselves by phone beforehand. I went for the door and tried to remain as neutral as possible. It would've been hypocrisy to pretend I was happy for her, but she deserved a good reaction out of her life-changing event. I steeled myself and opened the door.

"Hey, neighbor," I said, then thoughtfully looked at her. Danielle wasn't all jumpy and happy, or glowing. I remembered how I dared Murphy to do something and thought that maybe he had thought that drama was the thing for this week. She asked a mute question with her expression and I nodded, allowing her to come in and sit on the couch. My curvy neighbor did so, and I couldn't help admiring her sway and body as she sat down. I forced myself to carefully avoid any contact and sat on the other end of the piece of furniture that suddenly seemed too small. She looked thoughtfully at me, and was about to say something ,when she stopped herself and then thought about it before raising her hand and showing me four fingers.

"Shoot." I knew this question was either the reason why she came or some kind of stalling game for what she actually wanted to say, so I either expected a really hard question or some random and simple inquiry.

"Days ago, you and Angelica..."—Danielle didn't know how to say it—"She was confused; she said she so threw herself at you and then tried to stop you. Unlike most guys who would've tried to convince her of going on or whatever, she said you stopped right away, like you were afraid or something."

I stopped dead, not wanting to breathe. She was looking at me, studying my reaction, but allowing me to continue. The way Danielle's eyebrows lifted made me want to do things that would get us into so much trouble. I didn't want to answer, and yet, I had given her my word. There were no options for someone like me who rarely gave his word because it meant honoring it. Instead of randomly muttering away, I ordered my thoughts. I didn't want to say anything more than what was necessary nor did I want to babble. Weakness wasn't an option for this kind of crap. I inhaled.

"I don't have a lot of friends. I don't trust people. After what Mike did to my brother, humanity earned a strike with me. The next strike came from another friend I later made"—my heart began thumping faster, and not in a good way—"Long story short, I was seeing this girl, and in a rough patch, he invited me over for drinks."