Spice
Scarlet Smith

Copyright

Mischief

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Copyright © Scarlet Smith 2015

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Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

More from Mischief

About Mischief

About the Publisher

Chapter One

Jess’s alarm clock buzzed, waking her from a fabulously filthy dream about Max, her boyfriend of three years. Her sex dreams were few and far between and mostly starred dubious celebs, but this one was so much better. And although morning sex was usually way off her agenda – morning breath and sleep-sweat, anyone? – she was feeling more than a little horny.

‘Max?’ she whispered, moving closer to him and kissing his cheek.

He groaned and pulled the cover higher.

‘Max?’ Her voice was louder this time. She snaked an arm under the covers and ran her fingers across his stomach.

‘Huh?’ Max opened his eyes and was surprised to see her so close. Unless she had an early meeting, he was always awake and out of bed before her.

‘Morning.’ Jess grinned at him, swirling her fingers across the dark hair on his chest.

‘Wha’ time is it?’ Max’s voice was slurred from sleep. ‘Did my alarm go off?’

Jess leaned in and kissed his lips, then darted her tongue into his mouth. ‘Not yet.’ She let her hand wander downwards.

‘Huh?’

Jess silenced him with a kiss, a proper, deep, tongue – morning breath and all – kiss. She could feel that he was responding and tightened her hand around his cock.

Max turned towards her and ran a hand along her thigh.

Still wet from her dream, Jess pulled his hand up between her legs, moaning as his fingers found her wetness and slipped inside her.

Max moved his mouth away from hers and headed south to tongue her nipple.

Jess could feel her orgasm building, aided by her rude dream. She bucked against Max’s hand on her clit until, with a shudder, she came.

She pushed his hand away and moved underneath him. ‘Now,’ she instructed him, running her fingers up and down his legs.

Max slipped his cock inside her and she tightened around him. Then she lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and they rocked together, panting, his hard cock filling her until they found a release together.

* * *

Jess drove to work with a smile on her face. Maybe morning sex was her thing after all.

She parked in her usual spot and headed into the Starbucks opposite her office to pick up her morning latte.

‘Morning, Jess.’ Stan, the usual guy on the morning shift, grinned at her as she passed over her money. She felt like a regular now, despite the fact that she only came into the office three or four times a month. She wondered if Stan had noticed that she had a spring in her step today. She’d read somewhere that the smell of sex had a pheromone that other people could pick up on and be attracted to.

Humming to herself, her post-orgasmic glow making her feel great, she took the lift up to the fifth floor, where Fresh Vibe magazine was housed.

* * *

‘Morning, Leyla.’ Jess greeted her boss. ‘Thanks for asking me in today.’

Leyla smiled at her. ‘We always love your input, Jessie; just wish we had more stuff for you to do.’

‘Suits me fine,’ Jess said, smiling at the magazine staff as she wound her way through the desks with Leyla and headed for the meeting room. Jess was a freelance writer, not a full-time member of the team, but she was being honest when she said the arrangement suited her.

‘Come on, people,’ Leyla called behind her as she opened the door to the meeting room.

Jess followed her in and took a seat about halfway down the table near the pastries. Meetings at Fresh Vibe were always well catered. Pastries, croissants, fruit, juice, coffee … and this morning she had worked up an appetite.

The rest of the staff trooped in, all smiling at Jess and several exchanging a few words with her. She had already filled her plate with food and was nibbling as she waited for Leyla to take the helm.

She didn’t get involved in decisions about magazine or online content, but enjoyed the buzz. And yet, as the meeting progressed, she zoned out to remember Max’s fingers running up and down her thigh, his mouth upon her nipples.

‘Jess?’ Leyla was watching her with a smile, as were several of her colleagues.

‘Sorry, Leyla. What did I miss?’

Leyla grinned. ‘We need you for a blog this month. A bit more commitment, I know, writing something every day, but more pay.’

Jess nodded. More pay was always good. ‘Great, so what’s it about?’

Leyla grinned. ‘We’ve all heard of certain “mommy porn” books that are proving very popular?’

There were mutterings and a few salacious grins from the men.

‘Well, I want to jump on the bandwagon a bit. I think our readers would be interested. But I think it’s too much for the regular magazine, which is why a blog would be good.’

Jess nodded. She could write about sex easily. Hell, she’d already made a start on the research today.

‘I’m not sure about the title of the piece yet, but it’s basically: can someone go from being vanilla in their sex preferences to full-on kinky?’

Jess frowned. ‘You want me to write about my sex life?’

Leyla nodded. ‘Yeah, blog about the anti-vanilla stuff you try.’ Leyla gestured at Jason, her righthand man. ‘Jason’s got a list.’

Jason nodded and started going through some papers.

Jess shook her head. ‘I’m missing something here. What’s vanilla?’

‘You know, plain sex, missionary, bedrooms, boring …’ Leyla trailed off as Jason passed her a piece of paper.

Jess put her croissant down. ‘So I’m boring? You want me to blog about how boring I am?’

Leyla grinned. A few people laughed.

‘Jessie, I’m sure you’re not boring, honey, but when we chat, I haven’t picked up on a bondage-threesome kind of vibe off you.’

Jess made a face. ‘Well, I’m not saying I have threesomes every weekend or go to swinging parties with Max, but I’m not vanilla. Maybe a little more sedate now, but it has been three years.’

‘I’m vanilla,’ Monica, one of the full-time writers, piped up.

‘See.’ Jess pointed at Monica. ‘Maybe you can do it?’

Leyla shook her head. ‘No, Jessie, everyone’s got their assignments. I had this in mind for you. I think you’d be good.’

Jess picked up her croissant again. ‘So, walk me through it.’

Leyla held up her list. ‘Right, so the thing is, this is something everyone’s talking about and we want to be current. You take this list, pick one thing a day and then blog about the results.’

‘What if she doesn’t want to do something?’ Monica asked, reaching for a pastry.

‘Well … I guess you would blog about that. You don’t have to do anything you or Max are uncomfortable with, but I know you’re open-minded. That’s why I thought of you.’

Jess put her hand out for the list, a little surprised at herself for considering this. She had no idea what Max would say. He was no prude, but who knew what he’d make of this?

They had met in a bar – he was out with his suited-up solicitor friends and she was on a hen night. Unusual for her, but they had fallen into bed that very night. And it had been hot. They had moved in together a year later.

‘What the …’ Jess looked up from the list, laughing. ‘Leyla!’

Leyla grinned and shrugged. ‘Mmm?’

‘Threesomes, anal sex, dogging? I can just see Max’s face when I bring this assignment home.’

Everyone around the table laughed. Most appeared relieved they hadn’t been called on to do it.

‘What are the names and phone numbers for?’ Jess asked.

‘These are readers that Jason’s sounded out already. For each thing on the list, there’s a name and number for someone who does it and is happy to talk to you about it. Why they like it, what to do, stuff like that.’

Jess groaned and put her hand over her face. ‘How can I just ring some random guy and chat to him about why he likes peeing on people during sex?’

Leyla let out a massive laugh. ‘Jess, you’ll be fine.’

Jess looked at the list more carefully. She saw S & M, sex clubs … she couldn’t imagine how Max would react when she discussed this with him. She considered herself open-minded. She had a good sex life. They’d tried role-play and sex toys. Maybe she did have a few hang-ups too. And Max? Straight but very sexual. Maybe he’d be happy that his girlfriend had an assignment involving sexual experimentation. And as favours went, being OK with her getting paid to have sex – with him – wasn’t so bad, was it? It’s not like she was asking him if she could be a hooker. ‘Let me take the list and have a chat with Max tonight. I’ll text you later and let you know for definite.’

After the freelancers’ part of the meeting, Jess and a few others left the full-timers to it and headed home. Jess couldn’t think about anything but what Max might think about water sports.

Chapter Two

Jess spent the rest of the day pottering around the house, doing washing and ironing and planning how to convince Max that this sex list was a good idea.

It was a good idea, wasn’t it? She was pretty sure it was. People always wanted to know what other people were doing in the bedroom. How they measured up. Were they doing it enough? Not enough? Were they sexy enough, wild enough? Were they normal? What was normal?

She thought she was normal. She had always enjoyed sex, and definitely enjoyed it with Max. They had a loving relationship, and, though she wasn’t into any crazy stuff, she thought she was pretty good at sex. Telling the world what she got up to in the sack was a little more than she’d bargained for as an assignment, but she couldn’t fault it for not being interesting. Plus she needed the money.

It finally came to her as she finished her lunch. The blowjob. A blowjob.

Whenever she’d given one to Max, he’d said the words every woman wants to hear: ‘You could ask me for anything after doing that, and I’d say yes.’

Well, she would test that theory tonight.

As part of her scheme, Jess dressed in a plum-coloured underwear set with a silky crimson wrap over the top. She left her long black hair loose, smeared on some red lippy and poured wine. Two steaks went into the oven and some jacket potatoes in the microwave. Operation Blowjob was underway.

When Max came home he entered in the usual fashion: the door banged against the wall, his keys dropped to the floor, there was a muttered ‘Shit!’ and then a ‘Fuck!’ as he bashed his knee on the hallway table.

‘Can we move this bloody table?’ he yelled by way of greeting as he stepped into the lounge.

‘Hey, honey …’ Jess smiled, perched on the end of the sofa, displaying her long legs.

‘Hey.’

She could tell straightaway that Max was distracted. He barely glanced at her before throwing himself into a chair and running his hands through his hair.

She sat back on the sofa, gave him a minute to grumble. She wanted to do her thing before they ate. But if he was feeling grouchy, there was no point. She knew him too well.

‘I’ve had a terrible day. Such stupid bloody solicitors on the Bertman side. Useless. Stalling. I was all set to go to court next week, now they’ve filed some stupid bloody …’ Max trailed off; he seemed to have finally noticed her existence.

Jess smiled and sat up, letting her wrap drop open, to better show off her cleavage.

Max sat up. ‘You look … great.’

‘Glad you noticed.’

‘You always look great. But don’t you normally have more clothes on when I come home?’

Jess stood and undid her wrap fully.

‘Is it my birthday?’ Max stood up and moved towards her. He cupped her backside in his hands and kissed her deeply. ‘Now my day feels better.’ He moved his mouth to her neck, kissed her soft skin and ran his hands across her bare stomach.

Jess moaned slightly as she loosened his tie. She eased away. ‘I had a plan for you tonight.’

‘Like what?’ Max pulled her closer and caressed her nipples through the lace of the bra.

‘Like me being in charge,’ she said, taking a step back.

‘I don’t mind that,’ he said and reached for her again.

Part of her just wanted to let him ravish her. Her nipples were erect and she was wet. What better way to finish this end-of-the-day greeting than by letting him lower her onto the sofa?

‘So. What. Are. You. Planning. To. Do. To. Me?’ Max asked, punctuating each word with a kiss, before slipping his tongue into her ear.

Jess felt her knees loosen and dropped onto the sofa. Max moved on top of her, his weight upon her, kissing her mouth, his tongue pushing against hers. She wriggled out from underneath him, getting her breath back. ‘I was meant to be treating you tonight, not the other way around.’

Max held his hands up in surrender. ‘Fine by me.’

Sitting back on the sofa, his tie loose and his hair tousled, he looked gorgeous. He always did. He was six feet tall, with dark hair and blue eyes, and was slim, fit and well muscled.

Jess reached for his belt. As she started unbuckling it, he seemed to figure out what her plan was and closed his eyes.

‘One sec,’ Jess said, and reached to the table for his wine. ‘There –’ she passed it to him ‘– now you’re ready.’

Max took a sip. ‘Go for it.’

Jess undid his trousers. Max lifted himself up so she could pull them down. She left his trunk-style pants on and pulled off his shoes and trousers. ‘Socks off,’ she murmured, pulling them off and then stroking back up his legs and across his thighs. Immediately she could see how happy he was that she was taking charge; the bulge in his trunks strained against the material. She knelt in front of him and leaned in, kissed his legs and thighs and caressed his balls through the fabric.

Max groaned, sinking lower down the sofa as her tongue slipped under his trunks. ‘Take them off.’ His voice was gruff, full of longing. He lifted his bum off the sofa so she could pull his trunks all the way down. His cock sprang up and she caught it in her grasp and moved her hand up and down, letting the tip of him touch her lips after each stroke. She moved her mouth down his length as far as his balls, licked them gently, then took them into her mouth. Max’s fingers curled in her hair in encouragement.

Jess licked Max’s cock some more, then took the top half inside her mouth. Her hands played with his balls while she sucked on his length, softly and then harder, soft and hard, building a rhythm.

Max’s mouth hung open. He looked drunk, eyelids heavy. He reached down, slipped his fingers inside her bra and played with her nipples while she sucked him harder and harder and deeper and deeper.

When she eventually pulled back she unfastened her bra. Max groaned at the sight of her chest. Jess leaned down, caressing his cock with her breasts, rubbing them back and forth across him and then squeezing his length inside her cleavage. She lowered her chin, took the tip of him in her mouth and licked faster and faster.

Max cupped her breasts, writhing, and she took all of him in her mouth again, sucking hard until she felt his whole body stiffen. When he came inside her mouth, she continued to suck gently until he’d softened.

‘You could ask me for anything after doing that, and I’d say yes.’

Jess grinned.

She reached for her bra and Max put his arm up to stop her. He pulled her towards his chest and started kissing her again, his hands on her bottom, pushing the lace aside and caressing her skin, before flipping her round so that she was lying on the sofa and he was above her. He sucked her nipples, let his hand creep down and dipped a finger into her sex. He kissed down her body, her stomach, her thighs and then through her knickers. Then he tongued her pussy through the fabric of her knickers until Jess was writhing, her body desperate for release.

Off came her knickers, then Max resumed licking her, this time with a finger inside her. He reached up with his other hand to play with Jess’s nipples. Her orgasm built, her pussy pulsed.

When Max slowed down to circle her clit with his tongue, gently fingering her, the shuddering release of her second climax of the day came urgently.

Afterwards they lay together on the sofa. Jess trailed a finger across Max’s chest. ‘So I could ask you anything?’

‘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 sex list. She covered herself up and passed the list to Max, who sat up, looking concerned. ‘What’s this?’

‘OK, 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 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 might read? No chance. Swinging? Dogging? Is Leyla having a laugh? Why isn’t she bloody doing it?’

Jess took the list. ‘OK, chill. 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 slowly left the room.

Jess sat holding the list in one hand and her bra in the other. Not quite the response she’d been expecting.

* * *

Jess prepared their meal and called upstairs to Max. He came down to eat but remained quiet and sullen. She didn’t push him, just ate her food in silence, wishing she hadn’t gone into Fresh Vibe today. After tidying away the dishes while Max ignored her, she picked up her phone and sent a text to Leyla.

Max not up for it. Did try. Sorry. Speak tomorrow. Night.

Leyla texted back almost straightaway.

Ah, honey, that’s just a man trying to be in control. Give him some time. I promise you he’ll come round.

Chapter Three

After dinner, Max retreated to his study and closed the door. Jess caught up on the soaps. Was it that much to ask, really? She’d never been a demanding girlfriend. In fact, as relationships went, this was the easiest she’d ever experienced. They got on well, their sex life was great. Life was not complicated.

She supported him in his job – hours locked away in his study, phone calls at all times, parties where she had to schmooze up to the partners. She just wanted a little bit of the same back. After all, this was the man she might marry; she wanted to feel like they were on an equal footing. His job was important but so was hers. Later that night as they lay in bed the silence continued.

Eventually, Jess felt Max’s hand settle upon hers. She held on to it. ‘Sorry I was grumpy,’ Max said, turning towards her.

‘It’s OK.’ Jess kept a little pout in her voice.

‘I was just blindsided, I guess.’ He reached out his other arm and smoothed her hair, her cheek, her neck.

‘I love having sex,’ Max said, kissing her deeper now, his tongue hot against her skin.

‘Me too,’ she agreed, turning onto her side and kissing him back, nibbling his lower lip lightly, feeling him tense with lust.

‘Not sure I like you writing about it, though.’

Max ran his hand down her side, then pushed the covers off and 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.

‘Lie on your back,’ Jess told him and then straddled him. ‘How about I write how handsome you are?’ Jess dipped her head and kissed him. ‘How strong you are?’ Jess ran her fingers along his arms. ‘How gorgeous you are?’ She ran her fingers down his chest and tweaked 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 deepening.

Jess trailed her breasts across his cock and his balls, then kissed her way upwards, her tongue swirling across his balls, his dick, his stomach, chest, nipples, mouth. They kissed deeply, Max’s hands now on her breasts, squeezing and flicking at her nipples. Jess moaned, moved upwards and lowered a nipple into Max’s waiting mouth.

While he tongued her, she lowered her wet pussy onto his waiting cock. Up and down, up and down, she rode him while he sucked her nipples, first one and then the other, before holding them close to pull both into his mouth at the same time.

Although this was the third time they’d done it that day, she knew she wouldn’t take long to come. And she could get used to this. Grinding her sex down on his pelvis, she felt her climax build. In response, his hands squeezed her bottom.

‘How about,’ she whispered, almost at the point of orgasm, ‘I write what a fantastic shag you are, how fucking hot you make me and how wet my pussy is every time you’re with me?’ As she finished her sentence, her orgasm came. She rode him harder and faster while it built again. Max held her bottom tightly and bucked upwards, fucking her harder and harder until she was seeing stars.

He came with a groan and then collapsed back on 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?’ she said with a smile.

‘Yeah, as long as you write all that good stuff about me.’

Jess grinned. ‘That I can do.’

Within minutes they were both sleeping.

* * *

When Max woke Jess, he was suited up and ready to leave for work. ‘So.’ He kissed her forehead. ‘When do we need to start this thing?’

Propping herself up on one elbow, Jess raised an eyebrow at him. ‘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. ‘OK.’ She grabbed the list from her bedside table and rang Leyla. ‘He said yes.’

‘Told you!’ Leyla said with a shriek. ‘Right, pick your poison and get on with it. I want first copy by the end of the week.’

Straight after the call, Jess sent a text to Max: Role-play. Any preferences?

They’d done it before and it wasn’t too scary.

Max’s reply came in quickly: I’m easy. Surprise me.

Jess didn’t waste time and phoned the relevant ‘expert’ on the list, someone called Katy.

‘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?’

* * *

Sitting in the café, 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 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 free spirit. Jess waved at her and Katy crossed the café 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 café wasn’t too crowded, as Katy launched into a rather 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 practise, you know? I get to play the sexy minx or the timid student. 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 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 any more, 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 undergraduate, I’m a vixen playing with my poor professor 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.’

Imagining all the things she and Max could do together, Jess could see why Katy liked it so much. Their own sex life had always been good, from that first night in fact. But good sex could still be pretty normal. Max was a professional guy; he liked things to be just-so. And he was the same in the bedroom. Plus the longer you were with someone, the more predictable things became. Everyone knew that.

For them, sex almost always happened in bed. Max usually took the lead and Jess had always been happy for him to take charge. Wet patches were cleaned up and she usually showered afterwards. Maybe she was more vanilla than she originally thought.

‘So how come you ended up offering to talk about this stuff with me?’

‘Saw the call for help on Twitter.’ Katy shrugged. ‘I love your magazine and I love sex. I’m not shy to talk about it. Plus I guess the more open people are about sex, the less of a worry it becomes for everyone else. How come you get to write about sex? Are you the magazine expert, or the nympho?’

Jess shook her head and sipped her coffee to hide her grin. She was definitely not a nymphomaniac. Sex was good and necessary and she loved it, but if she had to live without it she probably could. ‘Not at all. I’m just a blogger and the only one mug enough to say yes.’

‘I think it’s great. I always read sex advice in magazines. I like knowing I’m not the only one worrying about something.’

‘Yeah, I guess that’s one of the reasons they’ve asked me to do it. Plus the whole “mommy porn” palaver.’

Katy raised her coffee cup. ‘Yes. Some of that I’ve enjoyed too.’

‘So role-play is your go-to thing, if you want to pep things up?’

‘Yeah. It’s free and easy. The only limits are your imagination.’

They talked a little more about life and sex while they finished their coffee and cake. Then Jess thanked Katy for her time and headed home, even feeling the first tremors of excitement 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 planned her role-play for the night.

Max had sent a text to say he’d be home at six. She replied with the scenario and the persona he had to take on from the time he walked in. She felt a bit daft, sending him instructions, but it was worth it for the article’s authenticity. The arrangements might even be half the pleasure. The readers were accustomed to getting edgy up-to-date advice, so if she had to lie on her back for them to get it, then that was a sacrifice she could make.

She had dressed with care too. Removed her makeup so as to look fresh and innocent, because she’d decided her character was going to be eighteen. She wore a long skirt and a high-collared blouse, with her plainest underwear underneath, and tied her long hair in a bun. Becoming a curious, impulsive but reticent younger woman even began to make her feel sexy. What Katy had told her began to make a lot of sense.

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 had greased his slightly tousled hair back and was wearing round, dark-framed glasses. He had on a tight black T-shirt and tight jeans. He carried a camera bag.

Jess smiled at him, but, keeping her role in mind, lowered her eyes.

‘Hi, Jessie. My name is Maxwell. The photographer.’

Max walked into the house. Jess closed the door.

‘Do you have a room in mind?’ Max asked. He was pitching his voice lower. Jess pitched hers slightly higher. ‘Maybe the lounge.’ She walked ahead of Max, aware of his eyes on her.

Inside the lounge she had made some adjustments, hiding pictures of the two of them and adding some magazines that a girl in her late teens might 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, trying to make her expression seem bright with the prospect of stardom.

Max nodded to the curtains. ‘Can I close the curtains? I need it a little darker in here.’

Jess nodded.

Max closed the curtains, then opened his bag. He pulled out a dark silk sheet and 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. Max took the camera out of his bag. He turned on a lamp 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, he put the camera down. ‘You’re looking pale, sweetie. I think you need a little makeup. 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 that she could feel his breath on her face. The touch of his hand doing something so intimate but non-sexual was arousing her. When he touched her lips she quivered and had to stifle a moan. Having to restrain herself from just reaching out to him was making her ache.

‘You need colour.’

Jess only nodded because her mouth was too dry.

Max brushed a dark-pink gloss across her lips. She immediately licked them, desperate for him to kiss her.

‘Better.’ He nodded 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. ‘Can you lie across 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, loosened her bun and fanned the hair across the silk. That slight touch of his fingers brushing her neck was like a jolt of electricity.

Max picked up his camera and took a few more shots. ‘I need to sort your hair.’ He leaned in close enough for her to feel his breath on her face and smell his aftershave. ‘I need to see more of you,’ Max said. ‘How’d you feel about taking your clothes off, or wearing your underwear, like a bikini?’

Jess shook her head. ‘I don’t know.’

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. This is so sexy, she thought.

Max took a deep breath as he looked at Jess in her bra, then stepped back, though she was sure he was desperate to touch her. As he fiddled with his glasses she looked at his groin and could see his erection straining through his jeans. The feeling of power, of making him stiff, was delightful.

‘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 confident now.

‘Lie back down.’ Max started clicking away again.

Jess posed this way and that. ‘Am I doing OK?’ 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.

Max took some more pictures. She could hear his breathing getting heavier. ‘So, if you’re over sixteen, I don’t need your mother’s permission for these shots …’

Jess smiled and let the hand on her thigh creep a little higher. ‘I’m eighteen,’ she answered, watching his reaction.

Max grinned and then returned his attention to the camera. ‘Maybe a little more racy, then?’

Jess nodded. ‘What do you want me to do?’

Max moved across to her. He took the hand that was on her breast and raised it. ‘How do you feel about actually cupping one of your, um, breasts, maybe looking like you’re enjoying a quiet moment, imagining a lover …?’

Jess nodded and rubbed herself through her bra.

Max stood up and held the camera again. ‘Maybe slip a finger under the material …?’ His voice was thick.

Jess nodded and did as she was told. She was enjoying the feeling of Max being in charge, but she also knew that, by doing what he said, she had the power to turn him on.

‘Maybe let your other hand wander higher,’ Max suggested, still snapping away.

Jess closed her eyes and ran her fingers up her thigh to her knickers.

‘Maybe caress yourself through the material, or, if you’re comfortable, under the material.’

Jess ran her hand across her knickers and then slipped a finger under the elastic, inside herself.

Max was still clicking, his voice low and hoarse now, the desire evident on his face. ‘You really are quite grown up, aren’t you?’

Jess nodded, licking her lips, enjoying the buzz as she watched Max watch her. She had one hand under her bra teasing a nipple and the other rubbing at her slickness.

‘How do you feel about taking your bra off?’ Max asked, desperate to touch her but stopping himself.

Jess shrugged. ‘No one’s ever seen me topless before,’ she said, still playing the role of the innocent, despite the way she was touching herself.

Max licked his lips. ‘I won’t tell anyone.’

Jess reached around and undid her bra, smiling when Max’s mouth went slack as he watched her breasts tumble out, her nipples erect.

‘Wow’ was all he could say, and his actions were clumsy as he pointed and clicked the camera. ‘Can you touch them?’ His voice was full of anticipation.

Jess smiled. She was enjoying this and getting so turned on. She rolled her nipples in her fingers and massaged her breasts.

Max clicked as Jess played with herself.

‘Would you be happy to take off your knickers?’ Max’s voice was practically a growl.

Jess nodded, delicately lifted her bottom from the silk and slipped her knickers off, keeping her legs together.

Max snapped away.

‘Can you …’ Max took a deep breath. ‘Touch yourself?’

Jess nodded and, keeping her eyes lowered, moved a hand down over her stomach and onto her pubic hair.

‘Now open your legs. Show me how pretty you are down there.’

Jess did so, enjoying the sensation of the silk sheet brushing her skin. Their eyes locked. Jess could feel how much Max wanted to fuck her, and Max could feel how much she wanted to fuck him. This waiting game was excruciating.

Max aimed his camera downwards, at her open legs. ‘You’re wet.’

Jess wanted to laugh; she was practically dribbling.

‘Can you touch yourself again?’

Jess slipped two fingers inside her sex.

Max moved closer, loomed above her with his camera, breathing heavily. ‘Can I kiss you down there?’ Max asked, putting the camera on the floor. ‘Can I taste you?’

Jess was pretty sure she would come straightaway if he did. ‘I’ve never been with a man before.’

Max cleared his throat. ‘Sweetheart, I promise I’ll be gentle with you.’

Jess opened her legs wider. Max lowered his head and placed his cheek on her pubes. She could feel his breath on her. Softly and gently, restraining himself, he poked out his tongue and licked her clit. Just once, just softly.

Jess moaned.

‘You like that?’ Max asked, clearly wanting to devour her but stopping himself. Jess nodded again. Max leaned down and licked her again, softly, barely touching her.

Jess groaned and arched herself up to him.

‘Mm, you do like that.’ He smiled and kissed her clit, smothering it in tiny kisses, darting his tongue in and out, making her squirm. He reached under and held on to her backside, then lifted her to his mouth. He began licking her harder, lapping at her and slipping his tongue inside her.

Jess knew she was about to come and so did Max. As she started bucking under his mouth, he supped on her juices until she thought she might pass out.

Max grinned and raised his head. ‘You’ll make a beautiful model, Jessie. Can I make love to you? Can I be the first one?’

Jess nodded, so caught up in her orgasm that she had almost forgotten their role-play.

‘Can you unzip me, sweetheart?’ Max asked, thrusting himself at her.

Jess nodded and peered up at him through her lashes. ‘You won’t hurt me, will you?’

Max shook his head, took her hand, guided it up to his crotch and pressed it against his hardness there. Slowly and tentatively, as she thought a virgin might, Jess unbuckled Max’s jeans, unzipped them and pulled them down.

‘Touch me,’ Max commanded her.

Jess touched his cock through the material of his trunks.

Max pulled them down and then took off his shoes, stepped out of his clothes and kicked them out of the way.

‘Touch me,’ he told her again.

Jess put her hand up hesitantly.

Max thrust towards her.

Jess took his cock in her hand and held it, like she was shaking hands.

‘Hold me like this.’ Max moved her hand, and put his hand on top of it. ‘Rub me like this.’

Jess did as he told her and Max groaned, bucking in time with her hand.

‘I want you to suck me,’ Max said.

Jess looked at him, eyes wide, but she nodded. She dropped to her knees, her naked body aching for another release.

Max held on to her hair and guided his hard cock into her mouth. He led the action, until he was close to release. ‘I want to come inside you,’ he said, pulling back.

‘Promise you won’t hurt me?’ she asked again, putting worry in her voice.

Max smiled and kissed the top of her head. ‘I promise.’

He laid her on the silk sheet and kissed her neck and her mouth. He ran his hands over her body, squeezing her bum, grabbing her boobs, nibbling her nipples until Jess wanted to scream.

Max placed himself above her. ‘I’ll be gentle,’ he said and he kissed her mouth as he entered her, slowly and surely. Jess moaned and writhed as he made love to her, slipping the length of him all the way out and all the way in, deeply and slowly. When Jess came again, it was with an intensity that surprised her. Max followed her lead in seconds.

‘Was I OK?’ Jess asked in her higher-pitched voice.

Max grinned. ‘If that was your first time, I can’t imagine how good you’ll be with more practice.’

Finally, the two of them broke character and burst out laughing.

Jess couldn’t stop smiling. ‘That was so sexy. And I thought you’d like the photographer thing.’ Max loved photography, and he was pretty good, though normally he took pictures of the sea and the beach. ‘Photography wasn’t on, though, was it?’ Jess asked. ‘Think that’s number three or four on the list!’

‘What? Naked pics?’ Max grinned and rubbed his hands together. ‘Can’t wait for that. And tonight, you being the little virgin, I just want to fuck you all over again!’

Jess smiled and raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m willing!’ She reached down and caressed Max until he was ready to go again, and this time when he entered her it was hard and fast and rough until Jess was actually panting and swearing. ‘Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!’

When they were both spent, Max fell asleep within seconds, in a damp patch.

Absentmindedly, Jess caressed the hair on his chest as she listened to him snore. That had been fantastic. In fact, she wasn’t sure she even wanted to share it with the nation. Katy had been right; pretending to be someone else had freed something in her. It had made her wilder, braver. Acting as if they didn’t know each other had been difficult at first but by the end it had seemed natural enough.

The sex had been more electric, more intense, more … everything.

She wanted to do it again. She wanted to role-play again. Scenarios were popping into her head as she drifted off to sleep. He could be a plumber and her bath needed fixing … she could be the headmistress and he the lazy teacher … they could both work on a barge …

* * *

The next morning, Max was up before Jess again. She had eventually snapped out of her role-play fantasies and crawled out of bed to write her blog piece. She thought it was pretty good but was waiting to hear Leyla’s opinion. She wanted women like her to get excited by what she was doing and want to do it themselves. She had visions of making sex better for some of the readers. And Katy was right, role-play was perfect for anyone who worried that they might be too vanilla, because you didn’t need to be acrobatic or athletic, you didn’t need specialist equipment, all you needed was imagination. And she’d found out that she had plenty of that.

Max kissed her before he left. ‘Text me what we’re doing today,’ he whispered as he left. Jess murmured her agreement and went back to sleep.

When she eventually woke, she was groggy and a little sore; she’d had a lot of sex in the last few days and usually had at least one rest day in between. She consulted the list. How could she decide what was next? There were fourteen items – just two weeks to go from vanilla to what? Dirty sex? Fetish sex? Weird sex? What had she let herself in for?

She supposed she should make her way down the list. It seemed to progress from tame to wild. She wasn’t even sure that they would get that far. So she grabbed hold of her phone and texted Max. Number two was sex toys. It was something they’d done before, but maybe a trip to Forbidden Pleasures was necessary. After all, one vibrating cock ring probably wasn’t going to cut it.

Chapter Five

Jess arranged to meet her sex-toy expert, Sian, in Forbidden Pleasures, the more woman-friendly of the two local sex shops, at two o’clock.

She waited near the shop and sent a text to Sian, then leaned against the wall to watch the people who were visiting the shop. Many of them were young women but she was also surprised by how many couples went in. She’d supposed that sex shops were frequented by dirty old moustachioed men in beige flasher macs. That wasn’t the case here.

She thought: at the checkout, wouldn’t everyone know what you were into and what you got up to in the bedroom? When she was at the supermarket checkout, she often worried about what the people in the queue behind her thought of her choices. Were they questioning her lack of fresh fruit and veg? Were they wondering if she planned to eat the family-sized bar of chocolate on her own? And she hated buying tampons; hated everyone knowing that the reason she looked like she wanted to ram a trolley into their shins was because it was her time of the month. But how did that even compare with revealing purchases at the checkout in Forbidden Pleasures? That one bought butt plugs … there’s a double ended dildo …

Had she known about this assignment sooner she could have shopped online instead. There was a lot to be said for the anonymity of internet shopping.

A text chimed: Sian was outside the shop.

Compared to Katy she looked pretty normal: thirty-ish, wearing jeans and a flowery smock top, her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She didn’t look like a sex expert to Jess. But then, what was a sex expert supposed to look like?

‘Sian?’

The woman jumped and then smiled and dropped her phone in her bag. ‘Jess?’

They shook hands.

‘Shall we?’ Jess asked, nodding her head towards the doorway. ‘Do you come here a lot?’

‘I think I’m their best customer,’ Sian said with a laugh, and then, almost as if to prove it, one of the shopgirls nodded and waved at her.

Jess laughed. ‘No exaggeration then?’

‘Not at all. I love this shop. I spend a fortune here. It just helps spice things up. Sex with the same man for fifteen years can get boring.’

‘Fifteen years? Wow, are you married?’

Sian nodded. ‘Yeah, been together since we were fifteen. Got married when we were twenty. Three kids. Both got jobs. Sex sometimes feels like the last thing we want to do.’ She shrugged. ‘Sex toys help. Are you married?’

Shaking her head, Jess followed Sian to the back of the shop. ‘Not yet.’

Not yet. Was that right? She’d not had that conversation with Max. Not specifically. They talked about a future together for sure. They had already booked next summer’s holiday, but marriage?

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