Nasty by Dr. Xyz

her about the change in plans and she’s cool with it.” Carlos misinterpreted Jonathan’s reluctance. “Hey, I might even make you best man at the wedding. Tarik would be pissed though.” He thought about it for a moment. “Fuck, I ain’t got to be conventional; I can have two best men. Thanks, man.” With that, Carlos darted out the room to tie up last-minute details relating to the concert.
    “Jonathan! It’s so good of you to pick me up like this. Come on in.” Nicola answered the door wearing next to nothing. Embarrassed by its revealing nature, Jonathan tried his best not to look directly at her as he entered her home. Chatting as if nothing was unusual, she added, “I tried to tell Carlos I could have called a limo and travelled to the little concert, but he wouldn’t listen.”
    He flinched when he heard the “little” part. Carlos would have cringed to hear his crowning moment in the industry reduced to a mere “little concert.” But, to an outsider, he had to admit, it was indeed a little concert.
    Trying to make small talk, he commented, “I made good time on the FDR Drive…no traffic at all.” He looked around her tastefully decorated brownstone. It was on equal par, if not more extravagant than his mother’s home in Brooklyn. Jonathan walked around her living room admiring her exquisite collection of Haitian and African-American art.
    “Your home is beautiful, Nicola. I…what?” Nicola had slid up behind him and totally caught him off-guard. Having her so close was extremely disturbing.
    “I’m sorry, did I scare you?” She playfully stared into his eyes. A tremor went through his body that was off the Richter scale.
    “Just startled,” he mumbled.
    “Did you tell Carlos we had met earlier in the club that night?” She was almost on top of him now. Any closer and their bodies would touch. The old “brainless” one below his waist was about to take off from the launch pad any second. At the first sign of contact, it would be no holding back, and Jonathan knew it. He pulled away from Nicola, and sat back down on a chaise lounge covered with genuine leopard skin.
    “I would have if you had said something to back me up.” He sounded childish, blaming her for his reluctance to be honest with his brother.
    “It was just an innocent meeting, Jonathan.” Nicola was wearing a sheer Japanese kimono. She twirled around modeling it for him. “Do you like?” The material easily revealed her body. Of course he liked what he saw. “I purchased this last year when I visited Japan. Ever been?” Jonathan was having difficulty keeping a growing erection from embarrassing him. He shook his head and repositioned himself on the couch.
    Trying to refocus, he picked up an ornament off the mosaictiled coffee table and asked her about it. Why did he do that? She had to sit next to him and describe it to him as it was indeed a show-and-tell piece.
    “It’s an obelisk made of pure jade. It has a…” She pressed a button. A secret drawer popped out, startling Jonathan. “Oh, I didn’t want to scare you.” With that Nicola stroked his thigh. Jonathan did not, could not do the decent thing and pull away from her. He sat there paralyzed with pleasure; unable and unwilling to move.
    She gazed into his eyes, looking for signs of disapproval. Finding none, she traveled to his inner thigh. “That’s right; I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me. After all, I am your brother’s little girlfriend, aren’t I?” Parking her handsover home plate, she stroked his dick back and forth in a sensuous motion.
    Jonathan had waited his whole life for the first time someone would stroke him other than himself. As his penis reached granite-hard status, Nicola patted his leg and smiled the smile that got all men in trouble and asked, “Is your whole family endowed like this? First Carlos, now you. What a terrific gene pool.”
    What happened next, Jonathan would remember the rest of his life. He