Long distance romance

Later that night, while he was watching gay porn on his phone, Ricki called. Jess was afraid she was going to want to engage in phone sex, but instead they just had an enjoyable but lengthy conversation. While she might not excite him sexually, the young pop star was quickly becoming his best friend. Beneath all of the pop star persona, she was actually a very intelligent and cool girl.

He enjoyed talking with her and even hanging out with her a lot. Jess, however, just didn't look forward to the mandatory sex once they met up in Vegas.

Five minutes after they ended their phone call, his phone buzzed as three back-to-back text messages came through. The first picture was a selfie of Rickie standing naked in front of her own tour bus' bathroom mirror looking like she was rubbing her pussy. The second was her looking over her shoulder at the mirror as she bent over and spread her ass cheeks.

They really needed to have a conversation about sexting, he thought. She was clearly visible in both pictures. Together they would be worth a small fortune online where the vultures were looking for any sexy and compromising photos of celebrities.

He played with his cock for a minute to get it hard, then sent her an unidentifiable dick pic.

Then Jess turned his attention to the third text, which was a hyperlink. It took him to an adult fan fiction website which had an entire page dedicated to sex stories about Ricki. About half were about the two of them having hot sex together. The rest were a mixture of Ricki having sex with other celebs and random people (he assumed the stories authors). There were a surprising number of lesbian stories.

*Didn't know you were such a slut!* he texted back.

*Fuk u. Lol*

*Apparently you did. Also you fucked Trace Adkins and Blake Shelton. At the same time. Then Blake's current wife and his ex. Also at the same time.*

*I also got knocked up by Darius Ruker*

Damn, he thought as he scrolled through the stories. There was actually one dedicated to her getting impregnated by the former Hootie and the Blowfish front man.

*You're on here too*

She then text him a link to his own page. They shared some of the same hook ups, including Meranda Lambert (Blake Shelton's ex) and Darius Ruker.

*We'll always have Meranda and Darius,* he text back, and found himself strangely drawn to the site.

Jess was aware that as a celebrity, there were people who fantasized about him, but seeing it in writing was different. The fact that someone out there thought enough about Darius Rucker barebacking him to write an entire story about it was strange and yet hot...

*Im horny* Ricki text back.

I am now too, Jess thought, but he really couldn't tell her why.