Max flipped her around so that she was lying on the sofa and he was above her. He sucked at her nipples and let his hand creep down, dipping a finger into her wetness.
He kissed down her body, kissing her stomach, her thighs and then through her knickers, her pussy. He started tonguing her, still through the fabric of her knickers.
Jess was writhing by now, her body desperate for orgasm, for release.
Max pulled her knickers off and licked her again, this time with a finger inside her. He reached his other hand up to play with her nipples, and then she could feel it. Her orgasm was building, her pussy beginning to pulse. Max slowed down, circling her clit with his tongue, gently fingering her, until she felt the shuddering, release of her second orgasm of the day.
Max lay next to Jess on the sofa, both of them naked and satisfied.
"So I could ask you anything...?" Jess said, trailing a finger across Max's chest.
"Yeah. Anything." Max kissed her hair.
Jess climbed over him. "Don't move!"
Max groaned. "Uh oh, that doesn't sound good. What have I agreed to here?"
Jess grinned. "You said anything."
"Right...?" Max said.
Jess came back with her wrap and the list. She covered herself up and passed him the sex list.
Max sat up, still naked and took the list from Jess.
"What's this?"
She could see his confusion - a numbered list of sex stuff, with names and telephone numbers after them.
"Okay, so this is my new assignment from Leyla. It's a blog piece."
"About these people and the weird sex stuff they do?" Max passed her the list back.
Jess shook her head. "Not quite."
Max shrugged, reaching for his trunks, "What then?"
Jess snuggled closer. "Well, I, we, sort of, have to do it too."
Max snatched the list back. "What? You want to have a threesome and write about it for some magazine blog? That people I know, know you write? No chance. Swinging?! Dogging?! Is Leyla having a laugh? Why isn't she bloody doing it?"
Jess took the list. "Okay, chill a sec; they're not all bad. And if we choose not to do something, then I write that we didn't do it and why."
"Great! So then my friends can take the piss because I wasn't up for a threesome? Thanks, Jess!"
"Some of it we've already done..."
"What? Sex clubs and swinging?"
"No, like role-play and sex toys."
"I don't like this, Jess. I've had a shit day. I'm in the middle of a shit case, and you trying to get me to pee all over you so you can blog about it, isn't helping."
Max grabbed his clothes and stormed out of the room.
Jess sat holding the list in one hand and her bra in the other.
Not quite the response she'd been expecting.
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Jess got their food together and called up to Max that it was ready. He came down to eat but he was quiet.
She didn't push him, just ate her food in the silence, wishing she hadn't gone into Fresh Vibe today.
After tidying away the dishes and being ignored by Max a bit more, she got her phone and text Leyla.
Max not up for it. Did try. Sorry. Speak tomorrow. Night.
Leyla text back almost straight away.
Ah honey, that's just a man trying to be in control. Give him some time. I promise you he'll come round.
Jess wasn't so sure but text back that she'd ask him again tomorrow.
Chapter Three
Later that night, they lay in bed in silence.
After food, Max had gone into his study and closed the door - a sign that he didn't want to be disturbed. She'd caught up on the soaps and gone over and over the sex list in her head. Would he come round? Was it that much to ask, really? It's not like she was a particularly demanding girlfriend. In fact, as relationships went, this was her easiest and most laid-back so far. They got on well, they had good sex. Life was not complicated really.
Jess felt Max's hand on hers. She held on to it.
"Sorry I was grumpy," Max said, turning his body in to hers.
"It's okay." Jess kept a little pout in her voice - she wasn't going to let him off too easy.
"I was just blindsided, I guess." He reached out his other arm and smoothed her hair, her cheek, her neck.
Jess moaned slightly. This was turning out to be a pretty sex-filled day, if she was right about where his little caresses were heading.
"I love having sex," Max said, kissing her neck deeper now, his tongue hot against her skin.
"Me too," she agreed, turning onto her side and kissing him back, nibbling lightly on his lower lip, feeling him tense with lust.
"Not sure I like you writing about it, though."
Max ran his hand down her side, then, pushing the covers off, ran his hand down her body again. "Take your PJs off."
Jess hurriedly wriggled out of her short pyjamas and kicked them onto the floor.
Max was lying on his side and she moved in close to him, feeling the length of his body warm against hers. He always slept naked and she could feel his erection against her.
"Lay on your back," Jess told him and then straddled him. "How about I write how handsome you are?" Jess dipped her head and kissed his neck. "How strong you are?" Jess ran her fingers along his arms. "How gorgeous you are?" She ran her fingers down his chest, tweaking his nipples.
She moved down the bed and licked the tip of his dick. "How big and hard you are?"
Max had his hands crossed behind his head. "Sounds about right..." he said, his voice low with desire.
Jess let her tits trail across his cock and his balls.
She kissed her way up to his mouth, her tongue swirling across his balls, his dick, his stomach, chest, nipples, mouth.
They kissed deeply, Max's hands now on her tits, squeezing and flicking at her nipples.
Jess moaned and moved upwards, lowering a nipple into Max's waiting mouth.
While he tongued at her, she lowered her wet pussy onto his waiting cock.
Up and down, up and down, she rode him while he sucked at her tits, first one and then the other, and then holding them close, both nipples in his mouth at the same time.
She knew she wouldn't take long to come, despite the fact that this was the third time they'd done it today. She could get used to this...
She ground her clit down on him, feeling her orgasm building, his hands now on her butt, squeezing and pinching.
"How about," she whispered, almost at the point of orgasm, "I write what a fantastic shag you are, how fucking horny you make me and how wet my pussy is every time you're with me?"
As she finished her sentence, her orgasm came and she rode him harder and faster, her orgasm building again. Max grabbed her butt and started bucking upwards, fucking her harder and harder until she was seeing stars.
Max came with a deep groan and then dropped down onto the bed. Jess lay on top of him, kissing him and enjoying the feel of release as their heartbeats returned to normal.
"Do it," Max said, his voice still thick.
Jess rolled off him and took his hand.
"You mean it?" Jess smiled.
"Yeah - as long as you write all that good stuff about me!"
Jess grinned. "That, I can do!" she smiled.
Within minutes, they were both sleeping.
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Max woke Jess up, all suited up and ready to leave for work. "So." He kissed her forehead. "When do we need to start this thing?"
Jess propped herself up on one elbow. "Today. I need to phone Leyla and say I'll go ahead, but I'm thinking she'll want a blog post tonight for tomorrow's edition."
Max nodded. "Which one?"
Jess shrugged. "Pick a number?"
Max nodded. As he walked out the door, he said, "Start at the beginning then, ease me in! Text me later. Let me know what we're doing."
Jess grinned. "Okay." Suddenly he was all for this, but she wouldn't complain.
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nbsp; She grabbed the list from her bedside table and rang Leyla. "He said yes," she said when Leyla answered.
"Told you!" Leyla shrieked. "Right, pick your poison and get on with it. I want first copy by midnight."
They chatted for a few minutes and then Jess text Max.
Role-play. Any preferences?
Role-play was pretty easy, Jess thought, as she showered and got dressed and waited for Max's reply.
They'd done a little bit of it before and it wasn't too scary.
I'm easy. Surprise me.
Jess grinned. She got the list and decided to phone her 'expert' and get a handle on why they enjoyed it. She had enjoyed it herself, but she definitely wasn't an expert.
The name beside the number was Katy.
"Hello?" A man answered the phone, which threw Jess a bit - it was a mobile number and she was expecting Katy herself.
"Can I speak to Katy, please?"
"Sure."
"Hello?"
"Hi, Katy. My name's Jess. I'm ringing from Fresh Vibe magazine...?"
There was a pause for a beat, and then Katy obviously remembered her conversation with Jason. "Oh, hi. Is this to talk more about sex?"
Jess grinned. "Yeah, can we meet?"
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Sitting in the cafe, sipping orange juice and waiting for Katy, Jess was still trying to decide which role-play scenario to use. Teacher and pupil? Bit cliché - bit pervy? Nurse and patient - this one they'd done, but it was pretty tame. She needed inspiration!
She knew it was Katy as soon as she walked in. She was tall and slim, with pink hair, and she was wearing a fifties-style dress with cherries all over it. She just looked like a sexual free spirit.
Jess waved at her and Katy crossed the cafe to join her.
"Hi." Jess stood up and they did an 'air-kiss' greeting.
Jess ordered and paid for coffee and cake for them both and then pulled out her tape recorder, notepad and pen.
"D'you mind?" She gestured at the recorder. Katy shook her head. "So just talk to me," Jess said. "Tell me about your sex life, about role play in particular."
Luckily, the cafe wasn't too crowded, as Katy launched into a pretty candid chat about her love life...
"I just love role play. Always have. I had a boyfriend called Greg, he was into all sorts. Some stuff was a bit too much, if you know what I mean, but role play was lovely. I want to be an actress, so it kinda gives me a chance to practice, if you know what I mean? I get to play the sexy minx or the timid school-girl. I've been a nun, a lawyer-bitch, a babysitter getting hit on by the dad. I've been in control or submissive. I don't mind either way."
She literally didn't stop for a breath.
"I love the feeling of being someone else - I can be sexy and liberated. I can talk dirtier than I would. I can say things I wouldn't otherwise say. I can play it soft or pretend to be rough." She lowered her voice slightly. "I have the best orgasms during role play. I don't know why. But it really gets me going. Sometimes just planning what we're gonna do - not that I'm with Greg now, of course, but with my boyfriend now, I sometimes have a little play with myself during the day, in work, when I think about stuff we're gonna do or stuff we've done. Sometimes people think role play is a bit vanilla, but it can be as hot as you like. Like when I was the nun it felt like I was a scared virgin, who was coerced into it but then really enjoyed it. When I play the schoolgirl, I'm a vixen playing with my poor teacher and getting his head in a spin. It's just so different to normal sex; it's extra sexy and extra interesting and extra exciting."
Katy took a breath and then Jess let her talk for another five minutes while they finished their coffee and cake. Then she thanked her for her time and headed home.
She was feeling a bit excited herself. She reckoned she could come up with a good scenario by the time Max got in from work.
Chapter Four
Jess spent the day writing about her meeting with Katy for her blog and then planning her role-play for the night. Max had text that he'd be home at six. So she had text him the scenario and the persona he had to take on from when he walked in.
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Jess had dressed with care. She had removed her make-up so as to look fresh and innocent - she had decided her character was eighteen. She was wearing a long skirt and a high-collared blouse. She had her plainest underwear on. Her long hair was tied back in a bun.
She was already feeling sexually excited - she understood what Katy was on about.
At six o'clock exactly, the doorbell rang.
She waited a beat and then answered it.
Max was standing there. Not in his work suit, but in clothes she didn't recognise. She wondered if he'd borrowed them from his brother.
He looked different. He had greased his slightly tousled hair back and was wearing round, dark-framed glasses. He had a tight black t-shirt on and tight jeans. He had a camera bag with him.
Jess smiled at him, but, keeping her role in mind, lowered her eyes.
"Hi, Jessie. My name is Maxwell. Is your mother here to sign the forms?"
Jess shook her head, keeping her eyes low. "No, she, um, said she'll be back later when we're done. She'll sign them then."
Max nodded and walked into the house. Jess closed the door.
"Do you have a room in mind?" Max asked. He had pitched his voice slightly lower. Jess pitched hers slightly higher than normal.
"My mum said the lounge..."
She walked ahead of Max, aware of his eyes on her.
She opened the door to the lounge. She had even made some adjustments - hiding pictures of the both of them and adding some magazines a teenage girl would want to read.
Max spotted them on the table. "Bet you'd love to be a model in one of these?" he asked.
Jess looked up at him and nodded. Her eyes were bright with the hope of stardom.
Max nodded to the curtains. "Can I close the curtains? I need it a little darker in here."
Jess nodded. Max strode across the room and closed the curtains.
He opened his bag. He pulled out a dark silk sheet. He laid it across the sofa.
Jess stood with her arms folded across her chest. Watching him.
"Take a seat, Jessie. We'll start with face shots."
Jess perched on the edge of the sofa. She felt a little daft, but was willing to keep going with it.
Max took the camera out of his bag.
He put a lamp on and then stepped in front of her.
"You're so pretty." He leaned close and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears.
Jess swallowed and lowered her eyes. He seemed so sexy and in control; she couldn't look at him.
Max stood back and picked up the camera. "Smile for me, Jessie."
After a few clicks, Max put his camera down.
"You're looking a little pale, sweetie. I think you need a little make up. Can you get me some?"
Jess nodded. She couldn't speak. She was anticipating the end of this role play already.
She got her makeup bag and passed it to Max.
She sat still, on the silk, as he moved closer to her. With a delicate hand, he brushed powder over her face. He found blusher and swept it across her cheeks. He was so close to her. She could feel his breath on her face. The touch of his hand doing something so intimate but non-sexual, was making her surprisingly wet.
He touched her lips, and she had to stop herself from groaning. His touch gave her goose bumps. Having to restrain herself from just reaching out to him was making her ache. "You need colour."
Jess nodded. Her mouth too dry to answer.
Max found a dark pink gloss and brushed it across her lips. She licked her lips. She was desperate now for him to kiss her.
"Better." He nodded his approval and, stepping back, took some more snaps. "You have beautiful skin."
Jess smiled at him and then lowered her eyes. She was blushing.
"I need to do whole body shots now," Max said. He stepped back and snapped at her. "Can you lie acr
oss the sheet? Lie back on the sofa?"
Jess nodded and sat on the sofa and then lay back slightly. She felt stiff and unsure.
"Let me help you?" Max straightened her legs so they looked longer. He pulled at her hair and loosened her bun. He fanned her hair across the silk. That slight touch of his fingers brushing her neck was like a jolt of electricity.
Jess smiled.
Max picked up his camera. He took a few more shots. "I need to sort your hair." Max leaned in close to her again. She could feel his breath on her face, smell the aftershave he wore. Feel his eyes on her... "I need to see more of you," Max said.
Jess nodded.
"How'd you feel about taking your clothes off - wearing your underwear - like a bikini?"
Jess shook her head. "I don't know if my mum would like that."
Max grinned and traced his finger across her cheek. "You'd look like one of those models in your magazines."
"I don't know if I... fill a bikini..." Jess's voice was an embarrassed whisper.
Max smiled and stood in front of her. He held out a hand. "Let me be the judge of that."
Jess stood and Max started unbuttoning her blouse. She swallowed. This was so sexy. She wanted to come in her knickers there and then!
Max took a deep breath as he looked at Jess in her bra. He stepped back, though she was sure he was desperate to touch her.
He fiddled with his glasses; she could see his erection straining through his jeans. She was enjoying the feeling of power, of making him stiff.
"Take your skirt off," Max instructed her, his eyes on the camera, as though looking at her but not touching her was too much for his self-control.
Jess stood in her underwear, more brazen now.
"Lay back down," Max told her. He started clicking away again.
Jess posed this way and that. "Am I doing okay?" she asked.
Max cleared his throat, "Absolutely, sweetheart. Absolutely. Could you, um, just lower one hand, have it resting on your thigh, and maybe place the other just above your, um, your breast?"
Jess moved her hands slowly across her creamy skin, watching him through lowered lashes. She ran one hand down her leg and back up to her thigh. The other she placed just above the material of her bra.
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