Blonde Snog Fest
Day 18, 08:08
Monday 14 June
Jason's dogged persistence in the pursuit of the lovely Vanessa has finally paid off, as the couple enjoyed a passionate snog in the early hours of the morning.
Only yesterday, Jay informed Vanessa he needed to put some distance between them and could no longer handle their cuddles.
But in spite of himself, he could not stop telling her how beautiful she was, and confessed he really wanted a snog.
Settling down on the grass for a chat, the fake tan fan could not keep his hands off the giggly South African.
But the lady, she protesteth too much. "We could maybe hide under a duvet," he suggested hopefully, but her downcast eyes told him she wasn't keen.
"In the toilet?" he offered. Ooh, romantic.
Things were hotting up nicely as they stood holding each other, and Vanessa bravely kissed Jay's freckly shoulders.
If the South African archery champion was worried about the eyes of the nation, she might as well have just said "to hell with it." For not only was Marco nearly falling off the sofa to get a butcher's at the steamy clinch, the gals in the bedsit were baying for hot-blooded action.
"Where's her hand going?!" screeched Emma, as Vanessa fondled the top of Jay's thigh. "She wants to get down there!" she squealed in anticipation.
"Oh, I'm on the edge of my seat!" she cried, running for a fag.
Surely only one person can play Joseph and the Technicolour Dreamcoat...
They soon changed their tune after Jay told Vanessa she was not the prettiest girl in the world, but had a great attitude.
"If she kisses him after he's said that, she's daft," stated Emma, shaking her head.
"He's an idiot! She won't kiss him now," pronounced Michelle.
But how wrong she was. Jay's Scottish lilt and bulging biceps eventually got the better of the cool blonde.
Though she had declared physical intimacy on TV "disgusting", she was soon happily munching away, perched provocatively on the edge of the Jacuzzi.
The bedsit brunettes got so excited, that Michelle had to do a backward roll out of her armchair after it tipped backwards.
"He's playin' ya! He's playing everyone!" yelled Emma, "He's a big fake...and he's not even good-looking!"
But it was a futile warning. With her legs wrapped round his waist, Jay carried his conquest into the toilet. The frosted glass may have obscured their silhouettes, but nothing could hide the sound of their giggling and heavy breathing.
Phew-y! Not even a cold shower could put out that frenzied fire!
