"Hey JC, where ya goin?" Justin asked.
"I'm just going to walk around town a bit."
"Shouldn't Lonnie or somebody go with you?"
"I won't be gone that long--I just need some time alone."
"Aight man, later," Justin said, turning his attention back to the basketball game on TV.
JC walked out of the hotel room and snuck downstairs to the lobby. He knew that he could be in deep trouble if everyone found out he was going out alone. But, strangely, he didn't care. NSync had just kicked off their new world tour a few weeks ago and it couldn't have come at a worse time in JC's life. He was having some difficulties with his girlfriend, Donna--she said that he cared more about the group than their relationship. And in the back of JC's mind, he agreed with her. He had only been with her for a few months and already she was trying to tie him down. He would've broken it off with her but he didn't want to hurt her. Everything was messed up and now he had the pressures of tour life to deal with.
JC exited the hotel, trying hard to hide his famous face. He walked out onto Bourbon Street and was nearly run over by a carriage. He continued walking, enjoying the feeling of not being noticed--everyone was either too drunk or didn't care. He loved New Orleans; he took a liking to the laid-back atmosphere. As he came up on a corner he noticed a nice little bar. He was getting ready to pass it by when something caught his ear. He turned back to the bar and went inside, following the beautiful sound. When he got inside, he noticed that it was a jazz bar. He looked over and saw a woman playing a piano. JC took a seat at a table, never taking his eyes off of her. JC studied the way her fingers moved gracefully across the ivory keys and he could tell from her face, all of the passion she was putting into it. Everything that was going on around him went unnoticed by JC--there was only her and the music.
The pianist finished playing as she received a generous applause from her audience. JC snapped out of his daze and also applauded. She blew kisses to the people and took the tips out of the glass on the piano. JC watched as she walked over to the bar and talked with the bartender. He knew he had to meet her but he was actually feeling nervous. He watched her sweep her dark brown hair out of her face with one smooth movement while she leaned her head back in laughter. She said good-bye to the bartender and walked out the door. JC quickly got up and followed her. He looked down the street until he finally spotted her. He maneuvered his way through the crowds and before he knew it she was right in front of him. She was standing by the curb talking with some guy. JC diverted his stare but looked back every now and then. He saw the guy march off angrily as the girl ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. JC gathered his courage and walked up to her.
"Is there something I can help you with?" she snapped when she saw JC looking at her.
"Uh no, well actually..."
"Well?"
"I heard you play and I just needed to tell you how much I enjoyed it," he quickly said.
"Thanks." She looked JC up and down--he looked to be too clean-cut to be from around there but he was pretty damn cute. "What's your name?"
"JC."
"Nice to meet ya JC, I'm Theresa." She noticed he looked a little nervous and smiled. "So, you like Jazz?"
"Yeah, I love it and I don't hear too many people playing it, not as well as you at least."
"You're just full of the compliments tonight aren't ya?" JC blushed at looked down at the sidewalk. "Say, you wanna walk with me?"
"Ok, sure."
They continued walking down the street talking, about music mostly.
They finally got to where Theresa's apartment was. "I really enjoyed talking with you Theresa."
"You sound like you're saying good-bye."
"Well, I didn't want to keep you from..."
"I don't have a boyfriend."
"What?" "You wanted to know if I have a boyfriend."
"Oh, well..."
"No, I don't; not anymore at least."
"That guy on the street?"
"Yeah, he's an asshole anyway--so what about you, you gotta girl?"
"Yeah, well kinda I guess."
"You either do or ya don't JC."
JC looked into her sparkling brown eyes and knew what they both wanted him to say. "No, I don't." Theresa smiled and grabbed his hand. She led him up to her apartment and closed the door behind them. She immediately kissed him hard. JC was caught off guard and his first thought was to pull away, but his desire and attraction of her take over as he kissed her back. She tore open his shirt and began to caress his abs. JC reached around her and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him. Theresa felt his hard-on against her and began grinding her hips into him. JC moaned into her mouth and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked to the back.
"Last door on the right," she whispered in his ear.
JC walked into the bedroom and pushed her against the wall. JC took one hand and put it up her skirt. He gently rubbed her through her red satin panties. Theresa moaned and wrapped her legs around him tighter, pushing his hard member against her. JC swung her around and laid her down on the bed. Theresa quickly removed her shirt and bra and JC devoured her breasts. He took each nipple in his mouth and began nibbling and pulling on them.
"Oh JC..."
She yanked on his belt giving him the signal to get them off. JC hurriedly kicked his pants off and went back to licking her nipples. Theresa reached down and slipped her hand inside his boxers. She began stroking up and down his length while lightly squeezing his balls.
"Oooh that feels so good baby," he moaned.
JC slipped out of his boxers and climbed back on top of Theresa.
"What do you want?" JC whispered.
"I want you."
JC removed her panties and threw them aside. "Is this what you want?"
He began slipping the head of his dick in and out of her slowly.
"Yessss, please JC..."
Theresa bucked her hips pushing more of him inside her. JC could resist anymore and pushed himself fully in her. With every one of his powerful thrusts, Theresa lifted her hips to meet him. She tightened her legs around him, forcing him to go farther. JC began pounding into her faster, harder. The bed frame creaked louder as JC became more intense. Theresa was holding on for dear life, savoring every ounce of pleasure he was giving her.
"Ooooh Theresa...I'm gonna cum!!"
JC grabbed her hips and pushed himself into hard as he coated her insides with his hot liquid.
"OH GOD JC!!!!" Theresa screamed before her walls tightened around him.
JC slipped out of her slowly and laid down next to her. Theresa still shivered as the wonderful sensation completed it's course through her body.
"That...was...fucking...great," she said between breaths.
JC couldn't talk, he just smiled. Never before had he had such an orgasm. Theresa rolled over and rested on JC's chest.
"So, how's your visit been so far," she asked kissing his chin.
"New Orleans is definitely my favorite city," he whispered before they both drifted off to sleep listening to the music on Bourbon Street.