Gian kicked the sheets off of him. He just couldn't sleep, not when he had a mate out there who thought that they were just friends. It was his fault. Every day he'd eaten lunch with Delia. He was so excited because he truly believed he was making steps in the right directions.
He knew exactly how to make her smile and knew how to read her face like a book. When she'd scrunch her nose just a little meant she didn't like something. She would never out and out dislike anything but would "just prefer something else". He also knew that when she liked something she'd always try to contain herself and fail horribly, squealing like a kid in a candy store. It was earlier that day that made Gian believe that maybe he should have stated his intentions earlier.
"How do you ever have fun?" Gian had asked her as they sat at the cafe near the food court. Delia had scrunched her nose when he mentioned any of the foods available.
"What do you mean? I have bucket loads of fun. You should be asking me when I don't have fun."
"Yeah right," Gian said "You've been here every day and haven't had a shift shorter than eight hours."
"Well, I don't go out often but I have fun. I like working there, my coworkers are fun and unruly customers keep things interesting. I like having lunch with you, that's always fun."
"Why don't you go out?" Gian asked her
"All my friends went off to college and my sister is always with her boyfriends. Do you know how awkward it is to go out to the movies or a nightclub by yourself? Not fun. I think you are the only friend that I have that I don't have to communicate with via internet."
And there it was, he'd just been friend zoned. He wasn't human he didn't know how they handled things like this or rather he didn't know how to appropriately handle these things. He'd seen movies but he doubted that it was that simple. He just wanted to skip this part completely he wanted to get to the part where he could kiss her whenever and where ever he chose. Those lips, they called to him. All week, for an hour straight, he'd watched those lips wrap around various foods, smile, and press together as she laughed with a mouth full of food. He wanted those lips on him, kissing his lips, traveling his body, wrapping around his cock.
Gian looked down to see li'l Carlo tenting his boxers. He sighed trying to ignore it. Gian never masturbates; he never felt secure enough to do it. He was always watched, always under surveillance, always under the microscope. The first time he'd stroked himself his father came in a few hours later to tell him that masturbation was for the weak and the unattractive while he came from a line of the powerful. He wasn't sure why this mattered to his father.
Gian sighed; he'd defied his father so much in the past four years, why not on this. Gian lay back on his bed as his mind traveled back to Delia.
His hand traveled down his body until he reached his cock and began to stroke it. He imagined Delilah spread out for him. Her dark body writhing on his bed in the most sensual of ways, her hand disappearing between her long legs. She moans his name then a pink tongue flits out to run over brown lips. Her heavy breaths cause her breast to sway. She picks up speed and her moans become screams as her hips buck against her hand. It wasn't too long before He could feel his orgasm coming. As the last image of Delia entered his mind he sat up abruptly, coming in his hand. His orgasm felt as if it went on for hours, but had only been three or so minutes. The beautiful tendrils of release still ran through his body as he went to the bathroom to clean himself.
It was the middle of night when Dee had gotten this strong insatiable urge to touch and be touched by Gian. She promised herself that whatever she did she wouldn't touch herself to the thought of Gian. Delia was a virgin but she had a high libido, all of the women of her family did and it wasn't uncommon for her to touch herself more than four times a week. Every time she did, she forced herself to push the thought of Gian out of her mind. This time was different though. Her hips moved of its own accord as if it was yearning for something and her nipples tightened. She couldn't stop herself if she tried. She buried her hand between her thighs rubbing her clit until her legs shook with the coming orgasm. She came, moaning Gian's name into her pillows.
'Oh shit' her mind whispered 'how was she going to look into his eyes knowing damn well she'd pleasured herself to him. She fell into a sated sleep before she can commiserate any longer her future embarrassment.
*****
Gian almost regretted telling Delia that his first language was Italian...almost regretted it. Two weeks had gone by since he'd been friend zoned but he wasn't sure if that was a permanent position. Delia touched him now, not sexually, but it felt good. She hugs him as a greeting and as a farewell. One day she even tried to read his palm and held his hand in hers for the whole hour. Gian knew Delia hadn't known what the hell she was talking about as she traced lines on his palm and told fake fortunes. They had also eaten at every eatery in the mall besides the restaurants with a dress code; they even tried the bacon waffles and the burgers that had glazed donuts for buns.
"It's so disgusting and yet I can't stop eating it." Dee had said
"If I ever want diabetes and high blood pressure, I know exactly where to come." Gian said causing Dee to laugh around a mouth full of the burger.
Now, they decided to peruse the deli section of the Publix across the street. It was just after six so he agreed.
"How do you say...salami in Italian?" Dee had asked not taking her gaze from the glass case.
"Salami is Italian." Gian said finding it hard to keep from chuckling. She seemed so delighted by this new found 'talent'.
"How do you say Frittata in Italian?"
"Frittata is Italian, also" Gian said.
"Oh...maybe a Deli isn't the best place to learn new Italian words. Wait, is Deli Italian?"
"Gastronomia." He said smiling at her.
Her nose scrunched quickly "Sounds like some intestinal disease. Even in Italy I'll prefer to call it a Deli."
Gian couldn't help himself he laughed.
"Stop laughing and teach me some more words...which reminds me. How do you say Italian Stallion in Italian?"
"Giancarlo." He said giving his name the proper Italian pronunciation. It took a while for Delia to get it but when she did she rolled her eyes and they continued to peruse the Deli until they came across some subs.
"Stallone Italiano," Gian said once they were sitting outside of the Publix eating their subs.
"What?" Dee asked before taking a sip of her iced tea.
"That's how you say Italian Stallion."
"You know one day I'd like to learn Italian."
"I'll teach you. It could be our own language."
