Chapter Two: Fan Fantasy

Baby kisses made a path to her earlobe. Gently tugging it with his teeth, he whispered, “Slow down, honey. We got all night and you deserve to be treated right.”

His warm breath made her shudder, as did his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. Dammit, they should’ve had a quickie in the war room!

Okay, he was already beyond her girlish fantasies of him. The beautiful man/boy from *NSYNC had always kissed her, then mounted her. Those vague daydreams bore no resemblance to what JC Chasez who was kissing and licking his way to the pulse point fluttering at the base of her throat while talented hands fondled and stroked her breasts doing to her now. He was treating her more like a reluctant virgin or a beloved bride than a woman he had met hours ago and suggested a horizontal tango.

“Mmm...” Oh, God! He knew how to do this! When his mouth found her aching nipples she gave up trying to rush him. Nothing in her past or fantasies could remotely come close to the way he made love to her breasts.

“Adria, you are so soft and beautiful...” JC purred before his lips closed over one tight rose-brown bud.

Her fingers found their way into his hair urging him on as she squirmed beneath the sensual, wet lashing of his tongue. She didn’t want him to stop – ever! He could make love to her breasts for eternity... “JC!” She had been concentrating so closely on his mouth, she hadn’t realized his fingers had traveled between her legs and now played with her nether lips.

“You’re sopping wet, honey. I must be doing something right.” He gave her a sexy smile before his mouth slowly skated down her body.

“More than right.” Was that breathless, awed voice her own? “Are you the same guy who didn’t want to get naked?” She looked down to see him lick the fingers wet with her juices. The erotism of the act... Was he love god in disguise?

Warm, wet kisses covered her trembling thighs as his mouth made a leisurely path to her center. He licked and nibbled at those petals as if they were a rare succulent treat.

Adria writhed and whimpered as at last his true destination was found. He varied his licks between the figure eight and the flat of his tongue. How did he know?... And his concentration to detail...

“JC, please, I can’t take much more,” she pleaded for release.

Neither could he. He wanted to taste Adria’s love cream. Covering the pearl with his mouth he sucked ever so gently.

“Jay-Cee!” she cried out as she shook, arching off the mattress.

He gave no quarter, lapping up her offering until she was nearly ready to fly apart once more. Then he was kneeling between her eager thighs, reaching for the box of condoms. “Dammit,” he growled, his own less than steady hands had trouble with the cellophane wrapper. It seemed like an eternity before he could roll the condom on. “Next time let’s do this ahead of time.”

Adria managed a small chuckle. “If we get through that box tonight. I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Baby, the way I want you...” JC lowered himself into her inch by inch, giving her body a chance to adjust to his invasion. She was tight, no matter how primed she was.

“That big bad boy is bigger than I thought,” she murmured. She swore she could nearly feel him in her throat! “Mmm... feels wonderful... stuffed.”

Carefully he eased in and out, watching for signs of discomfort.

A love god with conscience. Would wonders never cease? Adria wrapped her long legs around him. “I can take it, big boy,” she taunted as he sank deeper. Putting her arms around his neck to draw him in for a kiss, she whispered the words she’d dreamed of saying for more than ten years. “Make love to me, JC.”

“Let’s make love to each other, Adria.” JC began to thrust into her welcoming heat.

They lie together just enjoying the afterglow. Basically telling each other their life stories. It seemed her life had revolved around her grandmother, church and school until she went to college. Then she got interested in computers or more rightly the internet and working on the web. He told her about his life, none of it seemingly surprising her. Then they got around to talking about first lovers.

“My first?” Adria practically snorted in a most unlady-like manner. “He’s hardly worth a mention. I was eighteen and thought I was missing out. A girlfriend’s brother was home for the holidays from college. He was glad to do the deflowering. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. Then he tore off my panties and did the deed. It was awful. I even tried to pretend it was you. It didn’t help. I was glad he didn’t last long.”

JC could still hear the disappointment and hurt in her voice. It might have happened more than ten years earlier, but the act had tainted Adria’s out look on sex. It was now a ‘get what you can from it’ prospect. He was glad he had ‘given’ her more than she expected. Stroking her hair, he nuzzled her sympathetically, “Someone taught you more,” he concluded.

“I was pretty gun-shy for a long time. And since no one was cluing me in about my body, neither Nonna nor the nuns, I decided to do some naughty, forbidden reading.”

“You didn’t learn all you know from books,” he said disbelievingly.

“A lot actually. A nerd did his part.”

“What?” He pulled back to see if she was serious. It appeared she was.

“I was a junior. Harry was a first year grad student. One day we met in an open computer lab. I was having trouble. Harry offered to help. I mean he was amazing. He could make computers sing practically. I owe what I do now to Harry.”

“He taught you more than computers.”

She gave him a soft dreamy smile. “Not for the longest time. He was very sweet and shy. We met a couple times a week. He taught me HTML and java and basic web programming. I found it fascinating. He said he’d never known a pretty girl who didn’t pretend she was dumb to get guys.”

“He needed to clean his glasses,” JC announced. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Rolling her eyes at his sidebar, she continued. “One evening he was leaning over my shoulder to show me a coding mistake I’d made. I noticed how blue his eyes were, how good looking he was if I cared to look.” She shrugged. “I kissed him.”

“What was the geek’s reaction?”

“JC!” She punched his shoulder with a laugh.

“Harry was a skinny brainiac in glasses. He was a geek.”

“So says the skinny guy who I happen to know wears glasses,” she taunted.

“Hell, if you would’ve macked me I would have been all over you like fly paper.”

“Who said he wasn’t?” she retorted.

“Was he?”

“No, but he took my face between his hands and kissed me back. It was very sweet, tender and respectful. He was shy about his body and lack of prowess. I found it endearing. I told him about my books. Harry and I used them as a guide. We took it slow and explored – and we discovered how good sex could be.”

Now this sounded more like a fond memory.

“So whatever happened to good ole Harry?”

“He out grew his geekiness. He looks like Patrick Dempsey sort of. He is a professor of computer-science at our alma mater. His wife is a knock out red-head.”

“Guess it just took you and time”

Adria shook her heard. “Harry did more for me than I ever did for him.”

He had his doubts. He was willing to bet Adria’s affection and faith in him helped transform Harry into one hot professor.

Adria’s next statement would have floored JC had he not been lying beside her.

“And next came one Mr. JC Chasez.”

He was only her third – make that second lover? You couldn’t count the first loser who deflowered her. Harry had been her first lover – and JC was only number two? How had she become so hot? So sexy? So brazen? She’d picked him up...

“Oh, JC, don’t feel obligated or anything. I mean I was crushing on you since I was thirteen,” she was quick to put in.

She was... A fan? Adria had followed his career since the Mickey Mouse Club? That was just weird and freaky – and a bit stalkerish.

“That doesn’t really make me feel better.” JC had been with women he knew slept with him because of who he was. He just didn’t know how he felt about Adria being one of them.

“Sorry to disappoint you,” she said at his silence. “I thought you realized...”

Okay, she was an old fan... He could adjust his thinking. She was more than a fan, a lot more. She was a beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman in her own right. Who was he to judge her motives? JC shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, honey. I think you’ve gone beyond fandom.”

“But that’s why I came on to you,” she state plainly, being brutally honest about her motives.

“The first time was for the fan,” he said. He didn’t like the idea but there it was. “How about the second and third time?” And the times to come?

“That was Adria knowing JC was one hot guy, fame or no fame.” She added a teasing naughty grin to her answer. “And he knows how to treat a woman. What he tucks into his pants – Well, he knows how to use it.”

He chuckled at that. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank you, Mr. Chasez.”

Comfortable teasing. Great sex. Deep meaningful discussion of the past… JC had no intention of letting this woman get away.

Adria was a sensual surprise, JC thought as he hung up from room service. It was late in to the night and he suspected she was sore, yet she hadn’t complained once.

After a mind-blowing blowjob... Who taught her a guy’s balls were sensitive on the underside? Harry? She had done her best imitation of a cowgirl with him playing the bucking bronco. God, to play with her beautiful, bouncing breasts while she rode him. It was a physical and visual feast.

They’d fallen asleep briefly. JC had mentioned loving the feel of her sweet ass. That had led to the doggie ride of his dreams, except she called it lion-style since he wasn’t a lap dog. Lion, king of beasts; that’s how she made him feel. Powerful.

She had suggested a shower – a joint shower. They had soaped one another so thoroughly; he’d lifted her up against the wall to love her again. The vision of her coming in his arms was forever seared into his brain.

With her artfully applied make-up, her well-coifed hair and sophisticated clothes, Adria Natalucci was a beautiful woman to be reckoned with.

The scrubbed clean, freshly showered Adria was surprisingly innocent in appearance. Almost as if the other was a carefully constructed façade. This is what her dear Harry had seen. JC had no doubt.

As they sat at the table in their fluffy robes eating one of her favorite snacks of baked brie on crackers and sipping wine. JC leaned dreamily against his hand as he watched her talk animatedly about her work on the Obama campaign and her home life. It struck him; she wasn’t local. Obama was based in Chicago – that meant Adria very probable was too.

“How long are you in LA?” he asked abruptly, straightening in his chair.

“I fly out tomorrow late morning. Why?”

“Adria, we aren’t finished,” he announced.

“What are you talking about? I work out of Chicago. You... Well, I don’t know where the hell you are based. You seem to be everywhere.” It seemed unreasonable to believe they would exist beyond the next morning.

“We connected.”

“We had some – and may still have some fantastic sex,” she reasoned.

“It wasn’t just sex – or you never would have told me about your grandmother or Harry.”

“I am in the middle of a campaign, JC. I don’t have time for something more right now.”

“You work 24/7?” he asked.

“Right now? Nearly.”

“But you won’t always be campaigning. Sooner or later someone becomes the president elect.”

“Yes, Barak will.” She refused to believe anything different.

“What will you do then?”

“I hope I’ve proved myself worthy enough to be retained – or that the very least get a knock out recommendation.”

“Adria, please, give me a chance.”

Well, the sex had been spectacular... She found it exciting and relaxing. He was also good company – which she found amazing. He had seemed little more than a pretty party boy since the failure of his first solo effort. He had said he was working a second CD, nothing had come of it – then he’d parted ways with his record company. Now he did a television show here and there, bit parts in an occasional movie, but he didn’t seem focused on too much. Being the Simon Cowell of ‘America’s Best Dance Crew’ – well, it was hardly a vocation... She had honestly expected a little less substance and a lot more ego. How could she be attracted to someone who did nothing?

“Thinking is good, right?” He tried not a squirm under her frank gaze.

“What are your future plans, JC?”

The question brought him up short. “Huh?”

“What are your goals?”

“I do studio work... I do a little acting—”

“What about ‘Kate’?”

“Kate?”

“The record? You left thousands of us in a lurch.”

She was taking him to task for an unfinished record? “Am I talking to Adria or a disgruntled fan?”

Touché. “Both I guess. You make wonderful music, JC. You deserved the recognition Timberfuck got. You are a rare talent. That is the fan in me. Adria wonders who you are and what your plans are.” She reached out to touch his hand. “I see no reason to get involved even temporarily with a man without goals.”

“I’ve got movies coming up.”

“You’re an actor then?”

“Maybe. I’ll never give up music.”

“See what I mean? Who is JC Chasez?”

Clearly if he wanted to be with Adria, he had to decide what he wanted from his life.

She rose, disappointed he had no answer. “We can be fuck buddies, I suppose. But don’t waste my time or yours expecting more. I need to get some sleep.”

JC remained in his chair. Fuck buddies. They had traded life stories, made mind-blowing love, and she’d gotten into his soul – and she had labelled and pigeonholed him as a fuck buddy. It wasn’t fair! Dammit, it wasn’t fair. He had substance. He had talent. She didn’t have the right...

JC woke alone the next morning. All that remained of Adria was the scent of spent passion on the sheets and her business card on the nightstand. She had written her personal cell phone number on the back.

Well that was something he supposed.

A fuck buddy.

Here was a woman who was intelligent, beautiful, and driven. A woman he would be proud to take home to his parents – and she thought he was drifting through life.

A fuck buddy.

He was more than a mouth, dick and hands. Now, because of Adria, he was going to have to prove it.