Chapter 453: Danny XLVII—Itch

Of course she wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings, but Dan knew he’d failed miserably with Michele, not only once but three Goddamn times. Three times, no woman should be expected to be that patient, she spent a good two hours with him, after he finished early, and she held him, kissed him, gently diverting him from self blame, and each extra time he barely made it past the condom.

What did she think of him now? Any grown woman would be laughing he assumed, but even worse he’d asked Michele to risk her family, he reputation, her everything with him and he hadn’t even made it worth her time. Could it be that the well meaning Mrs. Roy had discovered a young man with a real disorder?

Shit what would it be like with Cecile? Of course Cecile had no previous experience but he knew she wasn’t stupid, she’d catch on pretty quickly that he was lacking in a certain important department. So Dan had that to worry about as well.

Michele left and he couldn’t even sleep, he could only pace his bedroom, he thought about calling Cecile, first to just talk to her, just to relax. That wouldn’t go over well at all; he couldn’t just bother her this time of night. As he lay in bed, tangled in a down comforter, it occurred to him that he was a waste of time, of any woman’s time, all of this waiting, all of these years only to find out that he was a complete failure in the bedroom.

The humane thing to do would be to spare the ones he cared for further trouble. He even got so far as to roll on one shoulder and pull the phone of its cradle, he would call Cecile. She deserved to know everything, she deserved to know that he had nothing to offer her as a husband, and that what’s more he was a lying cheating, son of bitch. It would be selfish cruelty to ask her to forgive him; she should just go home, go back to the luxury and comfort she was born to and have a chance to start fresh somewhere else.

And then, the warm moan, the damp mouth, damp everywhere, blood rushing, Dan’s mind rocked with what he knew, the memory of just that evening. Yes he’d been a disaster, but the pleasure, that mind blowing, completely possessing pleasure stuck in his mind, and he put the phone down, feeling black and evil. No, he hadn’t hurt Cecile, he didn’t love Michele, he hadn’t even hurt Michele, her husband didn’t know. They’d promised each other that this was the last time anyway; neither Cecile nor Patrick ever needed know.

I could get better, Dan thought. I will get better. I can’t be much more experienced at this point than a kid; I just need to try harder next time. Next time, he imagined Cecile; he imagined what she’d look like naked, in his arms, what she’d smell like and it fired everything in his body all over again. He wanted that chance with her and he closed his eyes, feeling comforted, because he would have that chance with her.

As he dropped off to sleep, however, he imagined failing with her just as he did with Michele, and it worried him, because somehow he didn’t think she would react just as graciously.

Dan woke the next morning overheated, aggravated, sweating, his clothes feeling too tight, but still feeling so good, he groaned and shut his eyes tightly. Oh he needed some relief, and he felt so angry to be alone.

Ah fundraisers, fundraisers, Dan didn’t mind those because they were an excuse to get drunk and goof around and pretty much watch socialites in their natural habitat. It also seemed like a pretty good way to get his mind of the other things plaguing his mind. He couldn’t wait to take Cecile with him, he wondered what she would be wearing, and he wished he could just ask her, because a trip to the jewelry gallery would just top of the evening he could imagine.

Things turned unexpectedly however, when he called her.

“Not going?” he exclaimed and he felt the sick, rolling, worry in his gut, when Cecile had yet again thrown something disturbing and unexpected at him. “What?”

“Danny please! Don’t be mad!” Cecile begged, “Please, I’m sorry it just came up, I didn’t know that, oh I messed up Danny really. I shouldn’t have, it’s just habit to say yes whenever one of them asks me and I completely forgot that you were going too. Maybe, look Danny I’ll ask them to call another sitter, it’s okay, I can…”

“I think you should!” Dan said, completely irritated with both the Sakics and the Roys, how selfish of them to think they could just take Cecile as a sitter on the weekend when they knew he would want her to be with him tonight. “They should know better, hey I’ll call them if you want.”

“No, it’s okay,” Cecile said calmly, “I’ll call you back okay?”

Why would Debbie do that to him? Dan rolled his eyes, at least it could be helped, he waited on his couch, flipping through channels and then Cecile called back.

“Danny,” her voice soft and subdued, meek.

Uh oh.

“Yeah?” He said slowly.

“Look, I can’t come, Danny I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you, really!”

“Can’t make it?” Dan exclaimed and he jumped from the couch. “Why? Didn’t you explain to them?”

“Well I called Mrs. Roy first and Danny she said she absolutely just could not find another babysitter, at this short notice, she practically begged me to help her out tonight, because she doesn’t really get out to fundraisers that often and she actually seemed excited about this so I feel real bad for her and…”

“Feel bad for her?” Dan frowned. “Since when were you that sympathetic to Michele I thought you hated her…”

“Well I’ve been able to know her better okay?” Cecile sighed, “I was stupid to be so… Danny that’s not the point! Really, Danny I’m not doing this on purpose, she has no other option, I even told her that the Sakics could get Rosalita to watch their children and maybe she could send her own over but Michele said she just does not trust a sitter she’s never met properly herself so, oh, Danny you’re not too mad at me are you? Please, please!”

Since when did Michele not trust Jonathan alone with the other two, Dan thought, for just a couple of hours. He narrowed his eyes. “Honey, I love you and you’re not the one I’m mad at. How about we have lunch okay? Don’t worry about it, fundraisers are pretty stupid anyway, you’re not missing much I’ll just have to suffer alone. Ha ha.”

“Aw I love you too!”

Spending the afternoon with Cecile didn’t turn out as relaxing as Dan hoped it would be. Not that anything went wrong, he loved her, and seeing her smile and hearing her speak his name reminded him of how much she adored him. And that made him feel like a total shit. Oh he didn’t deserve her. But he would enjoy the time he had with her, maybe a little too much.

Every hug and kiss and touch, even a slight touch of her fingers meeting his over the table at the restaurant fired him up. The worst time of his life was spent right there on that chair squirming under a table cloth, trying to seem interested in the words that left her mouth, and the grand issues of the day but he could only seem to concentrate on the swell of her breasts under that soft, shimmering sweater, and her dainty wrists, and her throat and everything her body had to offer.

I want her so bad; oh my God I want her. The phrase pulsed over and over in his brain, and it was all he could think about. I wouldn’t mess it up with her, I love her, I do everything for her. She wouldn’t be disappointed if only she’d just give me the chance. Oh she’s not gonna regret it, and I won’t even cheat on her again. I don’t have to tell her I did it, I just won’t do it again. She won’t get hurt. She’d be more hurt knowing.

And that reminded Dan of his anger. Yeah, he’d deal with that on his next opportunity.

“Danny are you feeling okay?”

Dan smiled. “What?”

“You seem a little distracted?”

Dan swallowed, looked at those pretty lips of hers, “Oh it’s my hair, are people staring? I feel kinda stupid.”

Cecile smiled, “Aw, Danny, you look cute actually. Really, it’s, it’s cool.”

“Cool!”

Now the amazing part struck Dan that night, amazing that a man could be so helpless. Things went great to start with; he called up Alex and showed up with him, had fun, bought things had some great food. But then he saw her.

Jealousy, Dan could understand, it happened, emotions ran strong, and minds could get clouded but Michele? He caught her eye for just a moment early on in the evening, he saw her blush and look away. At least she felt guilty.

After posing for pictures with Alex, hoping that the newspaper would print in black in white when he remembered that both of them were blue haired, Dan saw Michele across the room. He followed a food tray, and glanced over his shoulder as he got closer to her just to make sure no one watched or noticed him. No one seemed to care, considering all of the alcohol that had flowed throughout the evening.

His breath stuttered, he saw how pretty she looked in dark silk, black heels, her hair pinned up with just a little falling around her slim throat and he saw a jewel pendant at the base of it and he felt a strange celebration in knowing that he’d had her. He knew what her body looked like and felt like, he knew all of the things her husband knew, and what no one else did. In a way he felt like he owned a part of her.

Husband, he glanced over his shoulder again, feeling a sweat break out over his skin but he saw Patrick far away from them, talking with an entire group of people. Well it wasn’t like he wanted to do anything he shouldn’t be, he was just going to talk to her about… where’d she go?

From a door ajar he heard her voice, “Come in here before someone sees you.”

Swallowing, Dan looked around, no one was watching, and quickly he slipped into the room and something told him to close the door behind him, and lock it. What room was this? Only a small lamp illuminated the room, and oh yes, he saw a couch there, this had to be some sort of small meeting room, but, yeah, he got the point. Tilting his chin up, keeping Cecile’s face in his mind Dan made eye contact with her. “We agreed no more.”

Michele smiled, and in that smile Dan saw nothing he recognized, not the sweet woman he’d first become enamored with, not the subdued housewife that had captured his attraction and attention. Instead he saw something… different and as pretty as she looked he wasn’t sure he liked that at all. In fact, it helped him approach her, and he felt firm and in control. “Look, Mimi, that was a pretty shitty thing you did to Cecile.”

Michele raised her eyebrows, widened her eyes but the smile remained. “And what did I do to her?”

Oh. My. God. Dan saw her completely, he saw, he… “You know what you did. And it’s ridiculous because you know that she’s my fiancée and that there isn’t any reason why she shouldn’t be here with me. You dumped her off with your kids just so she couldn’t be here with me.”

A small line creased Michele’s forehead she half turned from him, looking at him her smile gone. “I needed a sitter.”

“She’s more than a baby sitter, Mimi!” Dan cried, now pissed off and realizing that Michele had just insulted Cecile, successfully kicked her off a pedestal for a night, and God knows what else, “She’s my fiancée and I love her!”

Michele sniffed, “Could have fooled me the other night yes?”

“You little..” Dan snapped hurt and ashamed and he took three big steps towards her and he didn’t know what he planned on accomplishing, he wasn’t going to hit her or push her or anything like that but he was mad. Michele gasped and stumbled back as if burned, and he saw the fear on her face, blanch her cheeks, pale her eyes and he realized that she was used to this sort of treatment, was recoiling in terror for what she knew to be coming and Dan’s anger blew away. “Mimi oh God I wasn’t going to…”

“I know,” she breathed.

“I just…”

Not another word exchanged, he didn’t know if he’d grabbed her, if she’d kissed him, but it couldn’t be stopped. His anger had successfully transferred to the itch in his pants, the blood flowing, oh God! He grabbed onto her dress, he wanted to pull it off her body, he wanted that body, he wanted…

“No time for that,” she whispered.

“But…” Dan gasped, knowing she was right.

“Here,” she said and she guided him onto the couch, sat him down. He looked up at her, knowing that he should stop, leave, he should push her away but the insistent desire would never allow him that.

“You said there was no time…”

Michele pressed her fingers over his lips and his mouth fell open and his chest felt as if it were being crushed as he watched her hands grab onto the fabric at her hips, pulling up and up, pulling up, but before he could see anything she slid onto his lap. “Mimi,” he gasped and she kissed him. He could feel her positioning onto him, and he wondered about a condom, worries alleviated when Michele reached down the front of her dress and pulled out that now so familiar package. “This has been pinching me all night,” she whispered. “At least let’s put it to good use yes?”

Dan’s heart quickened and he could only freeze and watch as she put it on him, gently, her fingers delicate and barely touching but doing everything to arouse him even more. Inside he felt the start of worried panic because already he felt his heart beating too quickly, his breath coming out in stilted gasps, he knew it, there would be another embarrassing repeat of their previous meetings. “Mimi I don’t think I can,” he gasped and she moved on his lap, her hand in between them, grabbing him.

“Shh…” She murmured and slowly, excruciatingly slow, she helped him into her but not very deeply at all, still, Dan closed his eyes and moaned, smooth, tight, warm, trembling it all registered on his senses and ah this was the place he could stay forever but she wasn’t allowing him all the way…

“Oh God!”

She kissed his forehead, “Just let me do it she whispered, just let me….”

And since she was on his lap, Dan let her, was happy to, and it amounted to the most torturous pleasure he’d ever felt up to that point. What his body screamed for him to do was push her onto her back, and take over, get to that ecstasy as quickly and completely as possible. But Michele didn’t let him; she rocked gently on him, shallow and slow, stringing his pleasure along but not overcoming it, kissing him softly not deeply. Even when he tried to touch her, her hands grabbed his, held them tightly against the cushion of the couch, forcing him to ask for permission, and she only laughed.

And then that’s when something amazing happened. Dan couldn’t believe how quickly it took over, but Michele’s body seemed possessed and lost to him. He could feel heat completely radiate from her, she trembled, and she sank deeply onto him now, quickening her pace and blinding him with an assault on his senses, “Oh that’s it,” she kept whispering, “Oh you’re sweet, that’s it…”

“Oh wow,” Dan gasped and he felt stupid for saying that but it was the only thing he could think of to say because what he saw before him was the delight that he’d felt, that he didn’t think he could cause in another woman on Michele’s face, and quite truly he had never seen a woman look so beautiful as with that helpless, gratified, blissful sigh, smile, half closed eyes. She closed her eyes and quivered almost violently, held onto him tightly and he could feel it, it amazed him that he could actually feel her climax and it frightened him as she relaxed onto his lap and fell into his chest, pressing her thighs into him. “Wow… Did I…?”

Michele giggled and kissed him, “Don’t stop now.” She kissed him deeply and Dan took the cue, he held tightly onto her body and pushed her onto the couch, no longer worried about his own performance as just finishing his own pleasure…