Scarlet Smith - Spice

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.

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 …