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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.