by Dr. Xyz
For a fleeting second, as Nicola guided him inside her, he thought about his vow to remain chaste and pure until marriage. But who knew that he and Nicola would be the last survivors on Earth?
At that second of revelation, Jonathan’s dick landed in new territory. It was land that was wet, warm and greeted his eager rod with a cobra-tight grip. In and out, he screwed inside of Nicola. In and out. Slow at first, he was just trying to feel every inch of her warm sweetness.
Digging repeatedly into her wet vastness, he knew how the miners must’ve felt when they’d first discovered gold. He yelled out loud. The pleasure was unquantifiably good. He plunged in and out, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Nicola responded in kind. Matching his rhythm. “That’s it, Jonathan. Let it out. Feel all of it. Oh, you make me so wet. So good and wet and juicy.”
He could feel her wetness as he entered and exited. His pace, controllable at first, was now out of control. Like a wild bull let out of the gate, his body bucked back and forth; repeatedly ramming his hot shaft into Nicola. And then, it started. He could feel his first real non-masturbating orgasm coming. There was no turning back. He kept slamming his concrete-hard rod into Nicola. His balls made sharp, slapping noises as they banged against the cheeks of her ass.
“Nicola…Nicola…this is it…this is…AHHHHHHHH!” It happened. He erupted inside her. It will never feel that good again, he thought, but I’ll spend my life chasing that feeling. Still inside, he rocked their bodies together as tiny aftershocks of pleasure caused creamy, sticky fluid to seep out of Nicola. And now, thought Jonathan, the world can end and go to hell, because I finally got himself “some.”
They repeated their performance again. This time they both came together. At the moment of their shared exaltation, they yelled out in unison. Anyone passing under her window would swear they were rehearsing a song from a gothic opera. Exhausted from the activity, they collapsed back into the bed, laughing as they tried to avoid wet spots. Lying in Jonathan’s long, muscular arms, Nicola caressed his balls as he gently stroked her nipples. They were in paradise. Population: two.
The phone rang and interrupted their peace. Jonathan warned her, “Don’t answer. There might be one more survivor. Someone we won’t like.”
Nicola laughed. “Hello, Carlos. Oh, baby.”
Jonathan sat up. He had forgotten that they were really on an inhabited planet, one where Nicola was actually his brother’s old lady. Still experiencing post-first-screw syndrome effects, try as he may, he could not remember the name of his organization. He held his head down in shame. Tomorrow, he planned to mail in his resignation.
“Carlos, of course, I’m looking forward to tonight. I’ve made special plans for us.”
Jonathan was amazed. After all they had done in bed that afternoon, she still had energy to do it all over again with Carlos. Nicola was some kind of woman. Always a pragmatist, he decided to follow her lead. As long as it led him back to her bed, screwing both their brains out, it was okay with him.
“See you in thirty minutes, Carlos. Hurry, baby. Ciao.” She hung up the phone and gave Jonathan a sad but knowing look. A look that said, “It’s time for you to go now.”
He kissed Nicola on the cheek and gave her one long last hug. She whispered in his ear, “I’ll see you after practice on Monday. I’ve got some new things to show you.”
Jonathan was happy. He still felt guilty about their meetings—but like the immortal classic suggested, if fucking Nicola was wrong, he didn’t want to do right.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Nicola jumped out of the bed and started tidying up, removing their “love-soaked” sheets and tossing them into the laundry hamper. “Got to hide the evidence.” She looked over at Jonathan. He was quickly throwing on his clothing.
“I’ve got to get out of here.”
Remembering how well he’d performed, she planted a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, my dear, you must, and I must take a good long soak in the tub. So you’ll have to let yourself out.” Jonathan tried to pull her close to him. She pulled away, blew him a kiss, and walked out the room. She yelled back, “You’d better go now. Carlos should be ringing that doorbell any second.”
Jonathan slid on his sandals and, taking her hint, rushed down the stairwell and out of the door. Just as he turned the corner and descended down the stairs of the local C train stop, Carlos pulled up in front of Nicola’s house.
Carlos rang the bell several times. Wondering if Nicola had forgotten their date, he got back into his car. He figured she probably went to the store to get something for the evening. Trying to be patient, he sat in the car for ten minutes before calling her on the cell. “Nicola, where are you?”
“I’m right here, baby, waiting for you.”
Carlos, his back facing Nicola’s entrance, immediately swung around and discovered her standing outside the door, wearing the skimpiest pink lace negligee he’d ever seen. He hopped out of his SUV, swept Nicola into his arms and carried her into the house. They locked lips for what seemed like hours.
“Oh, Nicola, I missed you so.”
“Me too, baby. Take me upstairs to my bedroom. Let’s finish what we couldn’t start the other night.” She licked the inside of his earlobe, a particularly sensitive spot for him. His body ached to be closer to her. He carried her up the stairs and entered the master bedroom.
“Welcome to my boudoir, Carlos,” she whispered.
His eyes quickly swept around the huge room. “Nice spot.”
He laid Nicola down on the bed.
Proud of her room, she wanted Carlos to notice the decor. “All of my bedrooms have themes. As you can see, this is reminiscent of the Caribbean.”
Not wanting to take his mind off of Nicola, he did recognize that she had re-created a bit of the islands. The canopy bed with rich mahogany postings, a huge ceiling fan and wooden shutters on the windows did create an island ambience. All the furnishings represented a different island she’d visited. Haitian, Cuban and Jamaican art covered the sand-colored walls.
Of all she had in the room, the pole piqued his curiosity. “Check this out. Hey, I bet you can work it, girl. Why don’t you give me a little show? Huh?” He kissed her deeply, intrigued by the prospect of his love performing a pole dance. She pulled away when he playfully insisted on a show. “Come on, just a little sample, please?”
Nicola cursed herself for not removing the damn thing right after Harrison left. She had vowed never to perform the sultry dance again for any man…for any reason. She made a mental note to remind her contractor to get rid of it as soon as possible.
“Baby, I’m sorry. Why don’t we forget about the little pole and concentrate…” She grabbed for his pleasure rod and stroked it. “On the only pole that really matters in this room.”
He moaned in response.
In no time at all, Carlos forgot all about the pole and completely removed their clothing. He didn’t want to waste a single moment not being inside of Nicola. It was all happening so fast. Carried away by the rapture of the moment, they were two lovers who had waited far too long to be together. “Nicola, if you knew how bad I wanted to be with you.” He sucked on her breasts and fondled the valley between her legs. She responded by stroking the longest pole she’d ever encountered. She could not wait to experience all of Carlos.
Carlos had never approached a sexual encounter with such reckless abandon. He usually took his time, controlling the pace. But not with Nicola. Nicola attacked his dick with her mouth, licking it up and down and forcing it down her throat almost to the point of gagging. She was highly turned on by the massiveness of his organ. He plunged it down her throat, ramming it as far as it would go. Carlos was ecstatic. He’d never met a woman who could handle his tool so effectively. Most women tried to eat the whole thing, but none before Nicola had succeeded.
The deeper he pumped into her mouth, the more she could accept. It was blowing his mind to a point where he could feel his orgasm mounting. He wanted to be inside of Nicola whe
n that happened. Deep inside. But Nicola was sucking the hell out of his dick. He never knew it could be so good. He was too close to coming and he didn’t want it to be that quick. He had to slow it down. After falling asleep on her in the hotel, he didn’t want her to think he couldn’t control himself.
Carlos sent up a prayer for help and immediately felt like a hea- then. He rarely prayed, and the one time he did he was asking the good Lord to delay his orgasm. But he was desperate and his orgasm was surely coming. It would take divine intervention to stop it. He shouted, “Oh Lord, Jesus, help me…HELP ME, JESUS!”
Nicola looked up at Carlos. His passionate response excited her and she was encouraged to allow his entire twelve-and-one half-inch dick slide down her throat. She wanted all of him. “Jesus…save me NOW!” Carlos was seconds away from exploding.
His cell phone rang and instantaneously broke his connection with his penis. Grateful for the distraction, Carlos promised faithfully to go to church and make a big donation. His intense sexual response faded as habit forced him to pull out of Nicola’s hungry mouth. Nicola gently yanked it back. “But I have to answer that,” he pleaded.
She looked at him and demanded as sweetly as she could, “The only thing you have to do is fuck my brains out.”
Torn between Nicola’s demands and a habit he’d long established, he ignored the phone. Nicola won. He resumed his activity and once again forcefully pumped his anxious dick into Nicola’s mouth, gradually refocusing all of his attention towards her. The phone rang again. This time he had to answer it. He pulled away from Nicola.
Nicola sat up in the bed, pissed that he disobeyed her orders. She promised, “I’ll make you pay for this.”
Carlos blew a kiss at her.
She smiled, knowing full well that she would make good on her threat. She thought about how interesting it would be when he discovered how she was administering sexual therapy to his brother. But Nicola was a patient woman. There was no use rushing to an obvious end. Especially when both Jonathan and Carlos were promising to be such excellent lovers.
Carlos pulled his cell phone out of his leather bag. “Hello?”
Sitting in her kitchen, Ophelia nervously spoke into the phone, glad she had finally reached a real live person. “Carlos? Carlos, it’s your mom.”
“Mama Ophelia…Ma? What’s up? Is there anything wrong?”
What does she want? he thought.
“No, everything’s fine. I wanted to say hello and…”
Carlos hated himself for answering the phone. He loved her dearly but she had picked the wrong time for chitchat.
“Mama, I’m a little busy, so I’m sorry, I have to…”
“Have you seen Jonathan, baby? I’m looking for him. I’m worried about him.”
“Jonathan? He’s probably hanging out with the guys in the camp. He’s always back before dark. He’s fine.”
“Yes. I guess he is.” He could hear the concern and fear in her voice. He immediately felt sorry for her. “Don’t worry about him. He’s a big boy.”
Eavesdropping on the conversation, Nicola fully agreed with Carlos, but for a different reason. She smiled privately to herself.
“Carlos, you’re right, I’m overdoing the mama role this time. I just have this feeling that something is not right. But I’m sorry to bother you. Thanks. And baby…”
“Yes?”
“You take good care of yourself, and like I always tell you young boys, be careful now. There’s a lot of stuff out there that you have to watch out for, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, I know what you mean.” He knew exactly what she meant. Ever since he started dating, she always ended every conversation with a safe sex warning.
“Love you, baby. And if you see my baby, you tell him to call his mother.”
“Okay…bye, Mama.”
Carlos put his cell phone back in his bag. Knowing that Nicola would not tolerate any additional interruptions, he turned it off. Though it saved him from coming too soon, his mother’s call had broken the mood a little more than he had bargained for. He was also now conscious of the fact that he’d entirely forgotten to wear a condom.
On the top ten list of Carlos’s supreme laws, always answering a call followed the number one commandment: Thou shall never swim with fish without a lifejacket. Though he was certain that Nicola, his love, was squeaky clean, and he really didn’t think having a baby with her was the worst thing that could happen, he always wrapped up before sex. Looking over at Nicola, impatiently waiting for his quick return, she looked like a perfect angel. On Earth only for him.
But still, his mother’s advice reverberated through his soul. He reached into his wallet and pulled out his supply of condoms.
“Oooh! Let me put those on.” Nicola yanked them out of his hand. She read the label: Super triple X mega-sized condom! “Did you have to special order these?” Nicola chuckled.
Carlos blushed as he allowed Nicola to slip the rubber onto his hot rod. He rolled Nicola onto the bed into a supine position, crawled on top of her and in one motion entered her. “Oooh shit, that feels good! Nicola, I’ve waited too long for this.”
They consummated their relationship several times that night.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Ophelia paced back and forth in her kitchen. Speaking to Carlos did not soothe her one little bit. Since she left Eli’s that afternoon, she had tried to reach Jonathan. She left several messages on his phone. Not being able to contact him only made her premonitions seem like prophesy. She had to speak to her baby. She left several messages on his cell.
Images of Jonathan trapped in a car wreck or worse, some urban violent scenario, danced through her brain. Every week she saw flowers posted in front of apartment buildings as the community paid its respect for yet another young Black man or woman who’d been gunned down by bullets. But as real as that threat was…Ophelia was primarily concerned about Nicola and what havoc she could cause for her baby.
Ophelia got a glimpse of herself in the kitchen mirror that hung over her sink. Her reflection wasn’t pretty at all. She was acting like a raging lunatic. Her son had done nothing to deserve the lack of faith she had in him. Jonathan was, after all, a responsible eighteen-year-old high school graduate who had earned the right to have a curfew that was at least a little past four o’clock in the afternoon.
She made herself a cup of chamomile tea and sat in the living room. When she finished the last drop, Jonathan burst through the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, she yelled, “Jonathan, do you have a moment?”
Jonathan felt sorry for his mom. Her lecture was three hours too late. Out of respect and pure love, he listened attentively as Mama Ophelia laid down the laws of forbidden liaisons; meaning stay away from Carlos’s girl. She held back nothing in her complete condemnation of Nicola.
Jonathan saw her mouth moving about safe sex practices, but he did not, or rather could not, listen to the message. All he could think about was how wonderful Nicola felt. It was as if he was three years old again, and his mother had caught him with his first piece of candy. There was no way she could get the chocolate out of his hands then, just like there wasn’t a thing she could say now to make him to stay away from Nicola. Her two-hour lecture fell on deaf, albeit respectful, ears.
After his mother released him from “class,” he replayed the afternoon session with Nicola over and over. He stayed in his bed all Sunday, imagining he had never left her side. The thought that she was now sharing herself with his brother, did not upset him one bit. He felt no jealousy. Only relief that Nicola had included him on her very elite list of those she screwed.
After speaking with his mom, he realized that he did not have his cell phone. After a quick search, he put two and two together and figured he’d left it in his gym bag. It was in his locker. In his haste to meet with Nicola the previous day, he must have left it at the gym.
The next day at the gym, he found his cell phone. Checking his messages from the previous day, he h
ad several from his mother. Jonathan tried to remember what he was doing when he got all those calls from his mom. A slow, mischievous grin filled his face when he remembered that while his mother desperately tried to reach him to warn him about “dangerous liaisons” he was having one of his own with Nicola.
His smile broadened as he listened to the latest message from Nicola: “I enjoyed our meeting yesterday. Unfortunately, we did not get a chance to complete all items on the agenda. Please stop by and we can continue our business. Call to confirm. Ciao.”
Jonathan jumped ten feet in the air with joy. He had feared he might be just a one-night stand for Nicola. That message told him otherwise. There were more delightful sessions in his future. He frowned when he realized that, at some point, their little affair would have to end. Until then, he was going to savor every moment of Nicola’s company.
When he returned home and checked his computer, the Teens for Abstinence Committee had posted several messages. Newly deflowered and feeling the power that it inspired, he thought, to hell with the Teens for Abstinence group. He sent an e-mail informing the group that he was no longer a member in good standing. He resigned. The very next thing he did was call Nicola. He left a message confirming that he indeed wanted to continue their “meetings.”
For the next two weeks, Nicola and Jonathan met every day after basketball practice. During those hours, she introduced him to several different sexual practices. They assumed Karma Sutra positions that weren’t well known to most folks. Tantric love methods where Nicola convinced him that her orgasm lasted long after he went back home to Brooklyn.
In the short time they were together, Nicola turned Jonathan into a skilled love machine, one any woman would pay good money for. She was proud of her student. He learned quickly and, much to her surprise and extreme pleasure, he even added a few of his own innovative methods.
Jonathan rarely considered how their affair would affect Carlos. He knew that when he left Nicola’s place at six, Carlos would take his place later that evening. He no longer winced when Carlos declared how deeply he loved Nicola. He felt nothing when he bragged about how blessed he was to have a woman like her. Jonathan only silently agreed with Carlos, that yes, they were both blessed to have Nicola.
