Vanilla (3 page)

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.

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?"

.

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.

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.

.

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 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 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.

Max took some more pictures. She could hear
his breathing was 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 focussed his attention
back on his 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
lifted it up. "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 also knowing 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 Jess, 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 tits 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. She
rolled her nipples around with her fingers and massaged her
breasts. She was so turned on.

Max clicked as Jess rubbed herself.

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

Jess nodded and delicately lifted her bottom
off the silk and slipped her knickers off.

She kept her legs together.

Max snapped some more.

"Can you..." Max took a deep breath, "touch
down there?"

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

"Can you open your legs?" Max asked. "Can you
show me how pretty you are down there?"