JC stopped in the middle of the hotel hallway and turned back around. Tiny jogged the rest of the way and handed him a small brown package. Immediately his mood perked when he saw that it was from his girlfriend Maggie.
It was two months into the new tour and he was suffering from a bad case of loneliness. Maggie hadn�t been able to come visit him cause she was busy with college exams and then she got a chance for an internship. She had offered to pass it up to come visit but he made her take it, knowing that she�d regret it if she passed it up. He knew he had made the right decision, but when it was late at night and he was yearning to have her warm body curled up against him and her bright brown eyes staring up at him in the morning it made him wish he hadn�t forced her to take it.
�Thanks, Tiny!� said JC, beaming from ear to ear.
The bigger man chuckled and patted JC on the shoulder. �No problem, man. I know you�ve been missing Mags a lot lately and when Shawn told me you had mail I figured I�d give it to you now instead of you having to wait until after tonight�s concert.�
�You rock, man. This is so awesome,� replied JC.
Tiny laughed, �Sure, man, just don�t make it a habit.�
JC talked to Tiny for a few minutes longer before continuing on to his room. This was one of the rare occasions where they didn�t have anything to do until sound check. He had planned to just sit and brood in his room but it looked like Maggie had sent him videotape and he was anxious to watch it.
Maggie didn�t believe in letters. She always said they could never really convey a person�s true emotion. Especially when she herself was anything but a writer. Instead she preferred to send either videos or cassettes. JC liked this way of communicating much better because he had loved her voice the moment she had first spoken, and it always put him in better spirits to hear her rather than read her words.
JC slipped the card key into the slot and when the little light switched to green he pushed the door open. He tried to close the door but both hands were occupied, one trying to tear the brown paper off the tape and the other struggling with the straps of his backpack. He kicked the door closed with his foot and dropped his backpack to the ground and let out an exasperated sigh, �Sheesh.�
Greedily he ripped the brown paper and let it fall, not bothering to put it in the trashcan, and read the top of the tape, �You know what t do.�
His grinned and quickly pushed the tape into the vcr the hotel provided and pressed play. He scooted back up until his back was against the headboard of the bed and turned the sound up a little bit more. The screen quickly faded from black and his mouth dropped at what he saw.
Maggie was delicately laid out on the bed, dressed in nothing but a lacey pair of black panties and matching bra. One of her hands cupped a full breast, the thumb flicking over the nipple, making it pucker, while the other rubbed over her lower stomach.
Immediately his jeans tightened over his crotch and he slouched down on the bed, almost in a laying position. His hand gripped the comforter and he bit down on his lip as a small moan escaped her lips.
�I miss you so badly,� she whispered to the camera. JC quickly scrambled for the remote and turned it up as loudly as he dared.
She squeezed her breast lightly, sighing out loud, as her other hand skated down her stomach to the band of her panties. She tickled the top lightly before dipping her fingers in. JC breathed in deeply and held his breath as he watched her fingers move in slow circles, her breath speeding up, and her eyes falling closed just a little bit.
He rubbed the heel of his hand into his throbbing erection and arched up, moaning. With shaky fingers he popped open the button and hastily pulled down the zipper, hissing as it scrapped deliciously over his cock. He lifted his hips and pushed jeans and boxers down till his erection stood free, grateful for the release but yearning for some friction.
On screen, Maggie retracted her hand from inside her panties and sat up to discard of her bra. She laid back down, knee bent, giving him full few of the center of her legs and the wet spot that adorned the middle of her panties. Her hands came up to her breasts and she kneaded and rubbed at the flesh, moaning and arching into the touch.
�Fuck,� JC breathed out. His erection pulsed with part pleasure and pain as he reached down and gripped himself, not moving but just holding. He bit down on his lip and groaned.
Maggie whimpered as her fingers plucked and rolled her nipples, the flesh changing texture and puckering, and JC�s mouth watered. Her hands ran down the expansion of her stomach and down to her thighs, running back and forth over the tanned skin. JC�s hand stroked slowly and he moaned softly.
�God, Jayce,� whimpered Maggie on screen. She lifted her hips and deftly removed her panties. She squeezed her thighs together and let out a contented sigh.
�Go on, baby,� he panted. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his palm quickly before placing his hand back on his cock and stroking fully, his thumb rubbing over the tip, smearing the pre-cum that gathered there. �Open your legs for me,� he urged on.
As if she could hear him, Maggie�s legs slowly opened, revealing her gleaming folds. JC�s hand jerked harshly as he saw how wet and swollen she was, and he cried out loud. Her hands slowly ran down her thighs and she ran her hand lightly over herself, teasingly, hips rising up.
�I wish you were here,� she moaned. She rubbed the tip of her finger over her clit and arched forward. �Wish you were touching me.�
JC licked his lips and blinked slowly, heady with desire, as his vision swam dizzily. He watched, transfixed, as her fingers slowly parted her folds and one dipped partway inside. She whimpered softly and arched up into her hand. �God, I wish you were inside of me,� she groaned.
�Jesus,� he panted.
As his hand slowly began pumping his cock, his other hand came up and he rubbed over his chest, ruffling the light brown hair. He tightened his hand and thrust his hips forward as he tweaked a nipple in a hardened nub. His breath came in quick pants and his blood pounded in his ears.
Maggie continued shallowly thrusting his finger as her other hand reached down and spread her wetness around, occasionally rubbing across her clit, causing her to cry out. She added another and began pumping her fingers steadily, rubbing the heal of her hand against her throbbing clit. She bit her lip and let out a soft grunt and arched into her hand.
JC�s fist steadily ran over his length, tightening with every tug, hips thrusting up every so often. He moaned loudly and watched through hooded eyes as Maggie brought herself closer and closer to the edge. Sparks of electricity began shooting up his spine and he felt warmth washing over his body, causing him to shudder.
Maggie bent her legs till her feet flattened against the bed and she began thrusting up in her fingers, crying out softly. Her other hand molded her breast, twisting and rubbing her nipple, small gasps falling from her lips.
Every whimper, every gasp, every intake of breath echoed in JC�s ear. He felt the familiar tightness pulling at his balls and he sped up his hand, each tug coming faster than the last. As Maggie cried out one last time, hips falling limp against the bed and fingers stilling, JC came with a low �fuck�, creamy substance shooting up onto his stomach.
He lie there panting, arm thrown over his eyes. Blindly he grabbed for his shirt and whipped his stomach off and looked at the screen.
On shaky legs, Maggie got up and put on a silk robe, neglecting to tie it, and walked over to the camera. She grinned, sated, and blew a kiss toward the camera. The last thing he saw was her mouth �love you� before the screen faded to black.
JC reached for the phone with his clean hand and shakily dialed her cell number. He cleared his throat and when she picked it up, he said, �I got your tape.�