I hadn't been joking when I told Mikey that I fancied taking things down a notch or two for the next stage of my adventures. Although to be fair, I was referring more to the manner in which the fun started rather than where it might lead. In short, I wanted to appear to be the innocent little lady who somehow ended up as the ... well as Sexgirl.
I also wanted to try something different that made me feel rather strange when it was mentioned in passing on the rooftop when we were in Brighton. After a few days back at our house I cornered Mikey in the kitchen.
"Hey, buster, fancy another evening with Sexgirl?" I was standing in our kitchen, trying to seem busy.
My guy threw the can of beer he'd been guzzling into the trash can and pinned me up against the wall, "I thought you'd never ask, princess."
I laughed, "Well, if you'd care to take your hands off my shoulders, and stop trying to spear my belly with your dick, I'll tell you what I want to try next."
"What Jess did next... that has a great ring to it."
"Sorry to disappoint, but it's got nothing to do with my ring." I paused, "Actually, that's not quite true."
Mikey stepped back, "Stop teasing. What's my princess got on her mind?"
"Well... you know you mentioned 'spanking' the other night?"
"I never did," Mikey grinned, "But let's pretend I did."
I thought back to the club in Brighton, "Well you might not have mentioned it, but I seem to recall you slapping my butt."
"Ah, that might have occurred. Enjoy it by any chance?"
"Let's just say that it has intrigued me."
"Or 'yes', in other words."
As Mikey nibbled at my neck I gave an involuntary giggle, "Okay, okay, it's a 'yes', but maybe not in the way that you're thinking."
"Well I'm thinking about glowing red cheeks and squeals of delight. Am I wrong?"
I took a deep breath, "How about I say that surely you can't believe that any self-respecting girl would ever allow herself to be treated in such a demeaning way... if you get my drift?"
Mikey raised an eyebrow, "You know, I'm sure I hear a tiny little bit of emphasis on the word 'allow'."
"Could be," I shrugged, a tiny little bit of nervousness coursing through me. I genuinely wanted Mikey to take the lead here, but at the same time I was starting to fret that he would begin to see me as more slut than Sexgirl -- his Sexgirl -- if I led too much with these odd thoughts that I was experiencing.
"Princess?"
"Look," I said quickly, "it was just me being silly. Let's pretend I never said anything at all, okay? Let's just-"
Mikey put a finger to my lips, "Jess... I adore the new, wild you, and I'd do anything -- well, at least once -- to help you in this new quest of yours, but... maybe, just maybe, you don't need to say too much this time. Remember I know you, princess, and I can read a whole heap into just a word or two from you."
That sent a really weird combination of nervousness and excitement rattling it's way through my veins and nerves, "Um, Mikey, perhaps you might be reading too much into-"
He kissed me, hard, then pulled back and grinned, "You're not the only one with ideas, princess -- and this is a partnership, right?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
Another kiss took my breath away, "Shush, princess. I've let you lead for now, but tonight it's my turn."
I gave a soft chuckle, "Well I suppose in the grand scheme of things that fair is- Tonight?!" My eyes shot open as I finally realised what Mikey had said. "Oh no, I never said anything about tonight!"
"You're always telling me to strike while the iron is hot and all that stuff."
"But Mikey, I didn't mean tonight as in 'tonight when your friend Danny is here' and that's what you mean isn't it?" My heartbeat was almost painfully fast.
Mikey laughed, "Ah, the look on your face, princess -- that was precious!"
As I realised he'd been joking I groaned -- almost entirely with relief, "You sod!"
He gave another laugh and swatted my rump, "That's probably true -- but is there any chance you can wear a nice little skirt tonight so I can imagine some things?"
The thought of something so innocuous gave me a thrill that was totally out of proportion, but delightfully so, "I guess that could be arranged," I told him, "As long as you don't mind just the tiniest bit of teasing during the course of the evening."
I received another firm kiss, "Not at all, princess. Not at all."
One thing that had emerged from the evening with Lucas and the night at the hotel in Brighton was that I simply adored the looks on guys' faces when I was revealing a lot, or at the very least, more than would be normal. There wasn't really any question about what I had discovered within myself -- I was a latent exhibitionist of one form or another, and as well as that, I was finding it increasingly difficult not to indulge in this new passion at every possible opportunity. Whether I would have been quite so eager had Mikey not loved it as well, I don't know -- but fortunately I didn't have to make a choice like that because it drove him wild.
Danny was an opportunity for just a little bit of teasing exhibitionism, and there was no question in either my mind or Mikey's that it would be appreciated by all three of us one way or another. I was also already looking forward to the moment Danny closed the door behind him on the way out so that Mikey could demonstrate to me how much the evening would have turned him on. It was probably that particular thought that had me choosing a short, pleated skirt and a lightweight cotton top with a neckline that plunged whenever I leaned forward. Sexy matching undies (perhaps a tad more sheer than were entirely comfortable for me) completed my 'fit for the evening.
Mikey was drooling as soon as he saw me, but -- bless -- he still managed to remind me that Danny wasn't going to be like Lucas and emigrating the following week. "You do remember that he's going to be seeing you again in the near future? You'll have a constant reminder-"
"You want me to dress like this or not, buster?"
"You want to then?" he countered.
"Yes -- now you answer."
Mikey gave me a grin that would make a great white envious, "Oh yeah."
"Then what are we worrying about?" My voice cracked slightly with the pent up excitement.
"My only worry is that I make a mess in my jeans."
I giggled and grabbed Mikey's hand, pulling it under my skirt and against the front of my nearly sheer -- and already slightly damp -- knickers, "That help?"
"You behave yourself!" Mikey complained, smiling.