That first night is mostly crystal clear to me, even now, and sure it was intense enough to remain in anyone's mind for a long, long time, but it has probably been imprinted so deeply because firstly I spent so long replaying what had happened in an effort to work out what had changed me, and secondly because Mikey and me mentally relived certain moments a hundred times during the weeks that followed pretty much every time we had sex. Together or alone, come to that.
On the surface there was obviously no question about whether I could still be called in any way prudish, but this is where it got weird for me. Fundamentally, my day-to-day values hadn't changed at all – I still kept myself covered as I went about my work and my shopping and my nights out with Mikey or my girlfriends, and didn't have any urge to show off at all. But...
But there was an urge to get wild again, to explore the new sensations that the Jess from that night with Lucas had tasted. It's real hard to explain, even now, but it was like I had discovered an alternate ego, a hidden identity. Jessica Julie Jameson had found out that she was also Batgirl – or rather, Sexgirl.
That's another thing, you see? At first I would have used a name like 'Slutgirl' or 'Tartgirl' but after a period when I had started to think of myself as a covert slut, I realised that nothing had fundamentally changed – that I was still the same old Jess – but that I was simply tapping in to a highly sexual part of me. Mikey referred to it as tapping in to the male part of me – one memorable comment he made was that it was "good to see you getting in touch with your masculine side".
Like all good scientific approaches, experimentation was the key to understanding what was going on. I kept thinking about what had happened that night when Lucas had visited, and, when I'd stopped humping my hand or my boyfriend, I realised that there was a particular trigger, a threshold which, once crossed, opened up a whole new side of me. Or my puss, anyway.
I had let the little dress edge down my breasts and that had stirred excitement within me, but the big step – the difference between day and night, even – was the transition from a lot of cleavage to bared nipples. Once Lucas's eyes had taken in the rigid pink buds – once my entire breasts were exposed – everything changed. Jess became Sexgirl and my inhibitions disappeared. Even my breasts changed, becoming 'tits'. A door opened to my innermost desires and yet... and yet, my love for Mikey was heightened as well, and it was as much him I wanted to please in that state as it was me.
Not only that, but I knew without any shadow of doubt that I couldn't make that transformation without him.
In a very real way, it was this last fact that I knew without any deep thought, and that was the starting point for all of my introspective naval-gazing. And my naval-exposing. The experimentation itself began just a week after the night with Lucas.
Mikey had prescribed a weekend in Brighton of all places, somewhere neither of us were known, and somewhere that was renowned for the wildness of some of its clubs and their patrons. Bless my lovely man, because even at the hotel before we went out that evening he was still trying to ensure that I wasn't bout to embark on anything that was outside of my comfort zone.
"You're really, really sure about this, princess?"
I adjusted the top of my new summery dress, ensuring that the neckline was sufficiently low to make me wonder how I'd even step up a kerb without my boobs falling out of it. "For the last time, Mikey, yes!" A laugh was added to make sure he knew I was taking his concern as affection rather than a nuisance.
"Well... good. And you do know that I would love you just as much if everything went back the way it always was before..."
"Before that night with Lucas, you mean? And yes, I do. Just as long as you know that I genuinely don't want it to go back that way, that I need you to tell me honestly if I go too far the other way, and that your erection is ruining the cut of your new chinos."
"I guess a hard dick never lies, huh, princess?"
I laughed, a shivery sense of delight and something close to power washing through me. I allowed my features to settle into a more serious look, "Mikey, I want to find out if that night was a one-off, and... I just know, deep down, that I want to experience that feeling of wildness at least one more time. Tonight's the night," I reached down to his bulge and cupped it in one trembling hand, "and I guess I don't need to add 'if you're sure yourself' to that?"
"Oh princess, as long as you don't think this is all I want from you now that we had that one-"
I squeezed a little and laughed "Shut it, buster. I may look all eager and ready for this, but my nerves are ragged and I don't need any more pressure."
"Oh, princess! I didn't mean-"
I gave another laugh and squeeze, "Joke!" My breathing was coming faster as the enormity of the night ahead began to make itself known to me, "But I think a pre-club fuck might do us both good."
Mikey's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in delight, "You know, princess? I think you're right."
He gave me a light shove, sending me giggling onto the surface of the bed. His hands pushed the bottom of my dress up my thighs in a – so to speak – flash, before he let out a whistle. "Nice knickers, if something so small can be referred to that way."
I lifted my head and made a show of looking down at the tiny white, silky thongs, "Do you approve of my other item of clothing then?"
Mikey nodded as he undid his chinos, "The dress is good, the thong even gooder."
"Is my poor baby getting his words all wrong in his excitement?"
Mikey stepped out of his chinos and boxers, his engorged cock pointing to heaven (in more ways than one). "Can you me blame, Jess?"
His hands ripped the tiny knickers down my legs and he was inside me inside a second, a litany of 'I can't believe you're so sexy, so wild' stirring my already racing blood.
"Oh, buster," I managed, "I love it when we make love, but sometimes all I need is a good fuck!"
As I said it, Mikey thrust hard enough to make me squeal like the stuck pig I gloriously felt like I truly was, and somehow I managed to add, "Now show me what you want someone else to see!"
My guy's animal-like thrusts took on a new urgency as he grabbed the front of the dress and pulled it down, exposing my breasts – my tits – and he leaned back until only his cock obscured any part of me at all. "All of you, princess," he gasped.
"Oh, buster, you got it. Anything you say, anything you want..." In that instant, any last vestiges of resistance or embarrassment washed away, and I meant those words with every fibre of my being. I felt empowered beyond anything I'd ever experienced before – and hornier. Way, way, way hornier. The whole paradox of giving Mikey – and some other guy – anything they wanted, was what I wanted. And the realisation took me by surprise and by storm. "Oh my fucking... Oh Mikey!"
"Princess?"
"Fill me, Mikey! Buster, do me now!"
The hour-to-orgasm queen was turning into a one-minute man, apparently, but the well-versed, ever-ready to please Mikey was more than flexible enough to give me exactly what I wanted, "Oh, princess, you mean you want me to fill you, huh? Fill you now?"
"Just. Fucking. Do. It." I was thrusting hard, panting harder.
"You want the first cock in you tonight... to explode now?"
"Oh you.. yes!"
"Fuck, Jess I was going to hold on for... oh my god! I can't... Jess! Princess!"
Mikey exploded inside me, and at the first sensation of his cum touching so deeply I let out a howl of delight. Mikey thrust deep – deeper – and my howl spiralled.
"Oh princess, yes! Wake up the whole fucking town!"
At his words, as my climax shook me, the very last barrier evaporated and I let every repressed, hidden, tied emotion free in a high-pitched, high-volume wail, "Mikey!"
