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