Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story was requested by my dear friend John Connors. The celeb, themes and back story were all his choice. Enjoy!
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Miami Beach, Florida
Early sunrise was enough to disturb sleep with the curtains pulled back from across the room. Sunday had come and gone, along with what could only be described as a slight hangover from a fun weekend. Drinking was not something everyone could indulge themselves in on a Sunday evening. As James awoke slowly in his bed, he let out a loud yawn and stretched his arms out. He could never have spent the weekend partying like this last year, but the joys of life had to be celebrated now. Pulling back the blankets, the world slid into focus when his bare feet touched the white tiled floor below. A short trip to the bathroom was next in order after glancing at the digital clock on the night stand. 1:12 in the afternoon told James that he had overslept.
He brushed his fingers through his short dark hair. A slight five o' clock shadow had darkened on his face after skipping two days of shaving. With a sigh, he closed the bathroom door and turned the faucet to run cold water. Life had changed a great deal for him in the past year now that he was out of the house and trying to make the best of his situation. Life had dealt him a difficult hand of cards. James considered himself to be lucky when remembering where he was two years ago. Living past the age of twenty-one was a miracle for him. Two months ago, James was still in the hospital recovering from a brain tumor. Upon first diagnosis, the chance of survival was slim. His case went viral on the internet due to a short career as a dedicated Overwatch player.
Two months later, donations soared. James had his online friends and connections to thank for fundraisers and raising awareness of his case. Still stuck in a hospital bed during that time, he underwent two surgeries. The hair was slowly growing back on his head, but James still covered his head with a black beanie hat. From all the money raised in donations, his medical procedure was a success. The news had come and gone by the time he returned to playing online. Internet trends had changed over time, and his story was likely forgotten at this point. James did not want to draw much attention to himself. To be able to travel from his home in North Carolina down to Florida for this event was already a treat in itself. Lucky for James, he only had a small Youtube following and another manageable community on Twitch, which he did not announce was the reason for his weekend hiatus.
The event ended after three days of cosplay events. James could at least hang his head on attending the full weekend, but yesterday made it all a blur of memories. On the final day, he encountered someone that he had only dreamed of meeting in person. Jessica Nigri had a booth, signing autographs over photo prints. James was surprised he had not found her at the convention the previous two days. He may have overlooked her after becoming distracted by the number of costumed Warcraft cosplayers. With a quick introduction, Jessica noted there was something familiar about James' appearance. All he had to do was say his Twitch username, and Jessica remembered. She had shared his story and fundraiser via social media, but was curious why he did not have a booth for himself. James tried to shake off just how much his story had caught the attention of gaming communities online.
At the end of the day, he was not a masterful player. The following he gained online was due to his charisma and personality while streaming. Years prior, James had streamed other games as a prominent Starcraft player. Jessica had caught his gaze down to her heavy cleavage. She sat at the booth in a black tank top sporting the yellow Batman emblem. Her natural eye color was green, something James noticed right away. After seeing many of her cosplay shoots online, he assumed she had brown eyes. Her long platinum blonde hair was fixed up with that signature combover, revealing part of her right temple. After their brief conversation at the event, Jessica invited James for a night of partying. This was far from her first time in Miami, as she made it clear when the evening hours rolled through. South Beach became a fun place after the sun went out and stars lit up the sky.
Only once had James been drunk in his life prior to this weekend. He remembered throwing up and experiencing a hangover back then, but today was different. At least he had memory of Jessica and her friends encouraging him to take another shot from the bar. James could not recall the club they went to, but he could still hear those booming synth beats playing in the back of his head. Jessica had a small entourage. Two female companions and a tall man who was her bodyguard. Through the night, James learned that the girls were photographers, but he could not remember their names at all. Only one woman from the night was worth remembering by name. By the time James stepped into the shower, he was grinning ear to ear as he thought about Jessica. With his eyes closed, he envisioned her goofy grin and wearing that same black top. He knew she caught his wandering eyes glancing down at her cleavage more than once.
After stepping out of the shower and drying his skinny body, James felt his face. He considered shaving, but did not want to scratch his face up with cheap razors. At least, that's what he assumed the hotel provided. Putting on a pair of underwear, he noticed his hard cock was fully erect. The result of thinking about Jessica in the shower. It was a wonder he did not pleasure himself in the art of masturbation while the water was sprinkling across his skin. Through his life, James only had a few experiences with girlfriends, but nothing beyond holding hands and kissing. Now at twenty-two years of age, he felt more nervous than ever regarding his virginity. Apart from the events of last night, one thing he could not shake was the odd feeling he had when Jessica flirted with him. They did not step onto the dance floor, but instead sat side by side at the bar. At one point, her busty chest brushed up against his left arm.
Some things were impossible for him to remember between drink after drink, but not that. James could not shake the feelings he had for Jessica. Partying with her was something of a dream come true, let alone meeting her in person. Stepping out of the bedroom, James walked into the living room of his hotel suite. The interior design was made up of white furniture to match the wall color. Over on the glass coffee table, his laptop sat next to a red backpack he had brought along with him. After checking in on Friday, James did not bother unpacking much, apart from some clothes and other necessities. He had not even gotten dressed yet. Still walking around in his white pair of underwear, cock bulging up as he searched for his phone. The last thing he remembered was Jessica and her bodyguard walking him up to his room.
Wandering out of the living room, James finally saw the phone sitting on the nightstand next to his black beanie hat. That was where he should have looked first. Before grabbing it, he glanced at the floor to see his pair of white shorts. James did not remember taking off his shorts or shirt last night, so someone must have offered a helping hand. Could Jessica have taken his shirt off? That thought only maintained the erection in his underwear. Biting his lower lip, James giggled to himself and finally grabbed the phone. He tapped the screen with his left hand to see a few text message notifications. There was one from his mother, checking to see if he was safe during the trip. Another text was from his brother, also checking on him. Finally, the one that caught his attention was an unknown number.
'Call me when you get up'
That could only be one person, James thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he could feel a hard adrenaline rush. His heartbeat began to rush. In a panic, James dropped the phone onto the bed. God help him, that had to be the Cosplay Queen demanding a phone call. Rushing back to the bathroom, there was a wooden chair sitting in the corner where room service had delivered his fresh clean clothes. Picking through three folded up shirts, James chose his black State of Decay 2 shirt and slipped it on. Now that he was properly dressed, the time had come to make that special phone call. Doubts were beginning to sneak into his mind. What if it was a prank from an old friend? The answer to his question would soon come. James exhaled a deep sigh, then pressed the dial button across the screen. The dialing tone greeted his right ear after lifting it.
"Hello? James, right?"
An unmistakable voice called out on the other end. His heartbeat was racing again upon replying.
"Yeah! Jessica, that you?"
"The one and only!"
He laughed at her response.
