The Fall and Fall of Collette E-Book

Angel Helen

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

       The story is unfortunately based on true events. I went through school with Collette but afterwards, we soon lost contact but kept meeting by chance from time to time over the passing years. Around 12 years later we met for what seems the final time.  I was totally amazed and shocked with how she had fallen from starting work with such a highly respectable job as a trainee beauty consultant to falling into such depths of sadness, fear and depravity.  This is her story, not mine.

       At School, Collette was so sweet, very innocent and so naive sexually and i will go through that briefly. She was fun to be with and so very well-liked by everyone.  She was bright and intelligent, she had the whole world at her pretty feet.  She had one slight flaw it seems that would slowly develop and finally engulf her after her 17th birthday, she developed a serious medical condition called 'Crazy' or as some would put it, 'off her freaking rocker!'

She slowly became a changed person, from sweet and innocent to totally, well and truly crazy! to the point of raving insanity.  From such a sweet and innocent slowly to the very pits of depravity and hell! 

How did this happen? Read her story.

Due to the story-line and nature of this book, some people may think that some passages are of a highly erotic nature.  It wasn't set out to be that way but it was totally unavoidable.

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The Fall and Fall of Collette

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Introduction

The fall and fall of Collette

by

Angel Helen

My name is Angel Helen; this is a story that I had been wanting to tell for some time and it is based on true events, unfortunately.  This is about a girl who I went to school with and then kept meeting at intervals a few years apart, this is her amazing story, not mine.

      Her story was complex and quite disturbing and so I didn’t know where to start at first.  Let me give you a little and a very brief insight into our backgrounds. We first met at junior school and soon become very close friends and remained close friends all the way through our school life.  In the latter months of senior school, we briefly became a lot closer in our relations as we both searched our sexual curiosity, nothing that major and not for very long.

      As we left school our closeness fell away almost immediately because her parents had been planning to move to the other side of the City to a bigger house and only her education and the start of the final exams was keeping them here at this side of the city for now.  As you will read though, they needn’t have bothered but I suppose they wouldn’t have known that at the time as she was very bright and clever.

      At our age, we thought the 7 or 8 miles across to the other side of the city was like moving to the other side of the world.  I was later going through University and as school-friends very often do when they leave school, we went our separate ways and lost contact.  We occasionally came across each other by accident along the way and each time we met there was an even more incredible story unfolding from Collette.

      I suppose the first chance meeting is where the story should start and I can explain what happened more graphically on that occasion because I was there.  In the later accounts of her life, some of the fine detail may not be 100% accurate but I wrote as accurately as I could remember, if you find any slight anomalies it is because over the months I wrote this, I remembered additional and other things and that would sometimes change the dynamics, areas and times of the story, although I think that I ironed things out well as I wrote and then rewrote this story.

      Collette, it seems was a complicated girl.  I thought as a youngster that she had a brilliant mind and that she could have had the whole world at her feet because she had so very much going for her.  She had a good stable loving background, she was popular and well-liked by everyone.  She was extremely attractive and so damn sexy with it.  She was very, very intelligent and bright... but it turned out later that for all her intelligence and brilliance she had one very slight and unfortunate flaw, she was well and truly and totally, utterly crackers.  She turned out to be a real psycho nut job! It didn’t happen all at once, Oh No, she slowly perfected it over the coming years.  It appeared that as she got older she became more and more messed up, crazy and totally erratic and reckless.  She took enormous, uncalled for risks with her life, in my opinion.

      It seemed to me over the years, as I look back, that if anyone could have started life with the best possible chances, it was Collette.  Why she had to screw up her life for a career on the dark side of life was a total mystery to me.  Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t screw things up by not thinking things through and doing stupid stuff off the top of her head and on impulse, although that did happen at times.  Very often, she would give things great thought, think deep and hard and reason things out and then somehow come to the conclusion that the best approach was to go the totally opposite direction to what any other sane person would have done.  To anyone else, it would seem that she was behaving totally and utterly, stupid and recklessly and I mean big style! To the point where her life was in very, very serious danger and on more than one occasion... She never seemed to learn, not from her mistakes anyway.

      As I wrote earlier... She was a very attractive young petite girl dealing with dangerous men in sometimes very dangerous settings, handling a lot of cash and drugs and acting recklessly.  What could possibly go wrong?

      The real story starts with a day in the life of Collette and something so innocent turns into a horrific nightmare for both of us, although more for her than for me... and this was only the beginning of her downward spiral but first I just wanted to write about the early days and how sweet and innocent she was back then and how she changed from that to the horror’s she did and went through.  This story is as best as I can remember it because I had been trying to forget it after all these years and trying to blot it out of my mind.  Others that were around Collette at that time may remember the events slightly differently of course.

      'Due to the story-line, this book contains passages that some people may think are of a highly erotic nature while others may consider them to be quite horrific, this was unavoidable, it is that type of story.  I know the beginning may be little slow and that is unusual for me but I think it is so very relevant to the story.  I promise you that the rest of the story is not!’

The Chance meet

Chapter 1 – Our chance meet.

      It all started when after being best friends all through school and then losing contact for a few years, we met each other by complete accident while we were both out shopping and funnily enough both of us were looking at sexy underwear.  We were so excited as soon as our eyes met, Collette rushed up to me and said loudly, “Only one person could have such bright blond hair, such deep blue eyes with such big tits, how could I miss you?”

      Taking that as a complement, we both chatted excitedly for quite a time while at the same time we kept recommended sexy bras and knickers for each other.  We had always been very close friends at school, in fact, we grew so close that as schoolgirls and while our hormones were all over the place, we both had a very fleeting relationship with each other.  I will go into that briefly in a moment to show where Collette was in her mind and show how sweet and innocent she was.

      As we excitedly spoke in the lingerie department, I could see that she was doing very well by the way she was dressed, her make-up and the way she oozed confidence in herself, I was more than a little jealous of her.  Well, maybe not so much jealous of her because I am not that type of person.  It was more of all the money that she was obviously earning while I was scrimping to get by while being at University.  I was seemingly getting further and further into debt with my loving generous father bailing me out with money from time to time, well most of the time.

      We had both lost contact a little shortly after school and I was away at University, so it was so very nice seeing her again and finding out what she and other mutual friends had been up to.  While looking around at the underwear I noticed that she kept what she was doing employment wise very vague but it seems that she was working within sales for ‘a good local company’ was how she had put it.  She told me that the pay was instant and that the sky was the limit for the right person and she told me with pride that already she had other girls working for her.

      Time was rolling on and we both had other things planned, so we decided to meet for lunch the following day and catch up further on the gossip.  I was interested in what she was doing work-wise and wondered inside my head if there was an opening for me to earn extra cash as she did say that she had other girls working for her.

      Collette was very slim with long slender sun-kissed legs, very athletic looking, she always looked elegant and gorgeous and incredibly sexy, sex just oozed out of her skin like the most delicious honey.  She had a quite dark beautiful olive skin and almost a little Arabian looking in her beautiful face with such beautiful sleek eyes.  She always had very long black silky shiny hair, but now for the first time she had it cut short over and around her ears and it really suited her although it made her look a little boyish at times but beautiful boyish.  She had to work quite hard with push up bras to give her a nice cleavage otherwise she could be quite small-breasted like most athletic looking girls.  As for all her stunning beauty she didn’t have much of a bosom, her breasts were small but they stuck right out in front of her as they were very pointy and she had very large nipples which looked very erotic.  Collette was always bubbly and lively, she always spoke quickly as if she was forever excited, her voice was quite deep for a girl but again it was still very sexy. (If you have ever heard Sara Cox on BBC Radio One, she sounds the very identical likeness of Collette.  Collette was always so confident and always cheeky and joking around all the way through our school days, she was always fun to be with and was popular with both the boys and the girls.  The teachers also liked her and I would very often see her in the sacred staff-room talking to the teaching staff there.  I would not have been able to pay her nearly enough compliments back then, she was very clever, very smart indeed and her brain was quick and sharp as a tac.

      Before we go any further and so that you can picture me in your mind’s eye while reading this even though I am not that important to the story.  I am blonde with blue eyes 5′ 6’ or 1.69m and at the time I had shoulder-length hair.  I am a very girly girl usually wearing short skirts and heels, but I am as happy wearing tight jeans and training shoes as I am with wearing a short skirt or a dress.

      All through our early days of school, I just knew that Collette would be a natural to get on in life at whatever career she chose and I always thought that she was far brainer, cleverer and sharper than I was.  While at school studying hard I remember that she was usually up to something very dodgy to earn money, she was just like that.  She always enjoyed a little mischief in her life even back then and even a little bit of cheeky danger too, maybe that’s why I liked her so very much.  Both her parents were very religious; they were not bible bashing religious though.  They were the type that believed in the love of Jesus in his kindness and his generosity, ‘Goodwill to all men’ that sort of thing and they were always willing to help out with all the good deed things within the church and the local community. 

      Collette and her sister always liked to go with them to church as they were a very close family, they would ask me to come along with them but I was never interested as I always had other more exciting things that I wanted to do, like watch the grass grow and watch the paint dry.  As you can tell, I was never religious in any slightest way. I had been to church on occasions but I didn’t like it at all, although I liked the stories they told but I hated all the singing.  For some reason, when we did go to church for whatever reason, we always seemed to be going in the morning and I like to be quiet in the mornings and not one tiny little bit in the mood for singing and there always seemed to be so much of that, I hated that part of church.  If I had wanted to join a choir, I would have done so.

      Back to Collette, I remember when she had recently left school and I stayed on for higher education.  She had got herself a job at a high-class department store as a trainee beautician, she had all the qualifications for that with her looks and I thought that the next time I would see her it might be as a famous make-up artiste.  I went around to her new house on one of the few occasions that I went there to see what she was up to and how things were going.  It had recently been her birthday and she gave me £20.00 to go and buy chips and fish for us both from the local ‘chippy’ at Sheffield Manor Top.  This was very well known in the whole area of Sheffield at that time for beautiful tasty chips and fish and that was my favourite meal with a slice of bread and butter.  When I came back and offered her the change she told me, “Oh keep the change for heaven’s sake, don’t worry about that!”

      I told her, “No don’t be stupid, it’s your change, it’s from your birthday money, here take it, you have already bought me lunch, I don’t want to take your change from you as well.”

      Totally unconcerned and unwrapping our lunch she told me, “Oh shut up, just put the money in your purse, we are friends, aren’t we?

      To me at the time all those years ago it seemed such a lot of money and I remember feeling guilty about taking it and thinking to myself, ‘She will always be skint if she carries on in that manner with the money that she had been given.’

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      The day after we had met in the clothes store lingerie department I got dressed to prepare for our meet.  I was looking forward to the day and seeing Collette and the weather was very nice and hot again that day.  I was dressed very smart but casual in a short skirt and heels and a light summer top.

      I was surprised that she took me to a very expensive restaurant in which the prices worried me a little.  I was only at University after all and having to watch closely what I spent.  Then just as I was thinking to myself, ‘Oh what the hell, we were only going to have a light lunch.’ Collette who was dressed immaculately told me: “I am going to treat you today; I will pay for all of this.  I have been doing quite well recently at work so don’t worry about the cost, I can easily afford it, just order what you like.”

      I was so very impressed with her and I told her, “Thank you, I always knew that you would do so well, are you still training to become a beautician, you will have finished most of your training won’t you.”

      “Thanks, Angel, I appreciate that.  No, I left that job and I am doing another job that is much better paid.”

      Then as an after-thought, I told her as a joke, “I very much hope your new job is much better paid because otherwise we are both going to have to do a ‘runner’ later and I don’t have the shoes on for that.”

      She cheekily added with a short laugh, “Nor the right tits or the right top either for doing a runner, your tits would be bouncing out all over the place. How on earth do you keep your tits in your bra’s if you need to run for a bus or something?”

      Mind you I don’t think the snooty waiter would have been one little bit impressed with the tone of the conversation.

      Smiling back at her while looking down to my cleavage knowing full-well that she was over-exaggerating my breast size, “Oh, they are not that big, Collette, come off it! They are very well proportioned, yes I will give you that. It’s because you are so athletic and slender looking with small petit breasts that you think mine are so large.  I personally think my breasts are perfect for my slim frame and all the admiring glances that I get suggest the same to me. I wouldn’t like them if they were over large as they wouldn’t suit my body as they wouldn’t for your frame.”

      She did admit to me, “I wish mine were just a little larger though.”

      I softened my tone as I told her, “Your small breasts are perfect for your long slender and athletic looking body, on saying that, they are very sticky out which looks very sexy.”

      She smiled at me as she were thankful for the compliment, “Thanks for that Angel, I am not complaining too much about them, there is no point.  I like my pert breasts but I just would have liked them to have been a little bit bigger, not too much more though.  I suppose we are never 100% happy with our bodies are we, no matter who we are.”

      Over the time we spent there covering many topics, remembering the fun school days and school friends.  We had a great afternoon, a totally fantastic meal and we had such fun catching up and talking about old times, well maybe they were not that old a-time.  With a cup of coffee in my hand, I asked her if she was in any sort of relationship and she honestly told me, “I am Angel, I have a serious girlfriend called Sarah and we love each other very much, in fact, we now live together and we share a very nice flat not that far from here.

      Mum and dad moved to the outskirts of Castleford towards Leeds, they bought a big house over there with an acre of land.  I didn’t want to go with them as I would not be able to see Sarah and so we decided to rent a flat together, it has been the best thing that I have ever done.  I have so much freedom now and best of all we get to cuddle naked and sleep together every night without worrying about anyone.”

      I was amazed that she even had her own flat at her age, we would have only been around 17 or 18 years old at that time and that seemed such an adult and progressive thing to be doing already.  I was honestly jealous now and even more surprised that she was living there with a girlfriend lover.  I say surprised, that was completely the wrong word to use because I knew that she had a bi-sexual persuasion, I think that I was just surprised at the speed that all this had seemed to happen.  Collette stared at me and paused to wait for my reaction but unlike what I had just said, I was not totally surprised by her lesbian sexual relations, I half expected that.  I knew that if she was in a loving relationship, it would be with a guy or a girl because I am very perceptive like that.  I even half expected her to tell me that there was a guy involved somewhere as well as the girl.

      Not that she was promiscuous in any way, not at all! She was not like that, she was very quiet that way, quiet or secretive.  I remember her being quite shy and reserved in that manner.  She was very particular who she was close friends with and she never spoke or acted in an over-sexualised manner at all.  She was always very popular with the boys and she seemed to like their company in return but she always kept a certain distance from everyone even though she could come across as friendly, I hope I explained that okay.

      So, when I learned that she was in a full-blown lesbian relations-ship, she came across to me at that point as perhaps the type of person that would probably swing both ways, so to speak.  I told her with a large knowing smile, “Do you expect me to be surprised, Collette? Because I am not, on the basis that we were closer than close ourselves for a brief period of time, do you remember that?”

      I knew that she would remember as it was only around two years ago at the time and so wasn’t that long ago in the world scheme of things, it was more a rhetorical question.  She gave me a large beaming smile back and told me in a surprised but now a soft whispering tone and she leant right across the table as she didn’t want anyone to hear what she was about to say to me, “Of course I remember! You don’t think I would forget something like that, do you? You were my first love, it was my first time sexually with anyone.  We would have been just 16? It was so exciting for me as we were so very innocent, weren’t we? Everything seemed so very naughty then, didn’t it? Was it your first time too, I suppose it would have been as we were both the same age?”

       I laughed out loudly at her funny facial expressions as she spoke to me.  As I replied, I leaned forward and said softly, “No, my first sexual relationship was about eighteen months earlier with another older girl from school, so I considered myself to be quite experienced sexually with another girl by when we started our closer relationship.”

      She looked very surprised and shocked, “Oh my god, you kept that very quiet, didn’t you! You would have only been around 14 years old then! Oh my, that’s very young! Who on earth was it with?”

     “Jean Mason.”

      She gasped out audibly open-mouthed and her eyes opened very wide in great shock and amazement.  Excitedly she speaks out with a big smile, “Oh my! ... With Jean? ... It was Jean?? ... Oh my god!! ...  She was much older than us as well, wasn’t she by a year or two? Do you know! Do you know what? I knew there was something going on between the two of you but I could never figure out quite what it was and I would never have dreamed in this wide-world it was that! ... It just suddenly seemed so very weird about you two suddenly being so very close like that from apparently nowhere! Oh, my and she was so beautiful and so terribly posh and snooty, wasn’t she? How on earth did you finish up in a relationship with her??... I am totally and truly amazed with you, the both of you.  Oh, what a dark horse you are, Angel.  Who would have thought Jean was a freaking queer... a gay lesbian at her age ... at both your ages come to that! The two girls in our school who everyone would have thought that butter would never have melted in their mouths turned out to be lesbians with their hands down each other’s knickers and touching each other up between classes and home-work!!” (That story can be read in a book with a series of six stories, ‘Enticed’ by Angel Helen.)

      I could tell that she was shocked that I had a lesbian sexual relationship at such a young age and in return, I must admit that I was surprised that Collette was 16 before she first experienced any sort of close sexual relations with someone, that seemed quite odd to me that she was so old, what do you think?

      Collette laughed out loud and so very excitedly at the revelation.  I told her honestly, “Err, it wasn’t like that at all Collette.  Our relations took a long time to develop, it was a gradual and very subtle thing, just like it was with you and me.  I think you are just shocked that other people have emotions for each other as such young ages.  In truth, as our relationship slowly grew between me and Jean, they seemed such very difficult days and months for me both emotionally and sexually, I very often felt so very guilty and self-conscious the day after we had been kissing and touching each other.  I felt so very mixed up at times in my thoughts, sometimes I thought what I/we were doing was fine and it felt ‘right.’  Then at other times, I felt that it was so wrong to be doing very sexual stuff with another girl and that I was some kind of pervert, a sexual deviant or weird sicko.  I even thought at times that maybe I was doing stuff with another girl because I didn’t have a boyfriend, what a stupid idea.  All kind of weird and crazy thoughts like that went through my head.

      We would see how everyone reacted when a boy and a girl got together at school and the ribbing and mocking they got from that! Heaven knows what would have happened if they found out it was two girls having a sexual lesbian relationship? I think that I would have died if the other kids at school had found out!  Me and you had been best friends for years beforehand.  I don’t know if you were going through the same sexual and emotional dilemma as I was in my first time in relations with another girl when me and you first got together sexually and we started kissing and then touching?”

      The expression on Collette’s face exploded as she told me in a husky whispering tone, “Oh, Yeahhh, of course, I was ... In the very first moment, I was so shocked by what you did. I could suddenly see a strange expression on your face and I felt a little funny inside myself, it was if there was now a strange atmosphere between us and in the room.  Then when you leaned over to me and kissed me so gently and lovingly on the lips, strangely, I had an idea that’s what you were going to do and at that point, I didn’t know how to react to you kissing me; I was so very shocked with what you did!”

      I told her, “I remember, we were both in my room laid on the bed helping each other with our home-work when we both turned to look at each other and giggled at something.  Suddenly you looked so very different to me and I had this incredible desire, a wild incredible craving to kiss you. I was so worried because I didn’t know how you would react or what you would think but I just couldn’t resist kissing you and when I did, it felt so very special and sparks lit up in my head. You said that you were shocked when I kissed you but I felt you kiss me back and I felt so pleased and a little safer when you did that.”

      Collette told me softly, “I felt a little embarrassed and so awkward straight after our kiss and we just looked at each other looking and feeling so stupid but when you kissed me again almost immediately, I knew that I liked it and I felt so special. My parents being so religious too didn’t help the situation with me and my emotions during that awkward moment a few seconds earlier.”

      I laughed as I said, “Yes, it always seems a little awkward just after the first-ever kiss between people, that is why I kissed you again almost straight after to see what your reaction would be after you had a seconds thought and to see if you would kiss me back the second time... I was so pleased you did and with a little more feeling this time... Then after our second kiss, you asked me in a really serious manner, ‘Do you fancy me, Angel?’”

      That sounds silly and almost child-like now, doesn’t it? But I was pleased you asked something like that because we could both see where we were in our emotions and our thoughts.  I told you feeling a little silly and hoped your reaction was going to be alright, “Yes I do. ... Do you fancy me?”

      I was so pleased when you also said tentatively, softly and very shyly, “Yes. ... Yes, I do. I felt so nice and special when you kissed me.”

      I asked you with a little more confidence, “Do you want to be my girlfriend, my special real girl-friend?”

      You just smiled at me and said, “Yes, that would be nice, I think you are very sexy and cute.”

      It was Collette’s turn to laugh at me as she said, “Heaven knows why I picked those words to single out my thoughts! The thing running in my mind straight after I said that was, ‘Oh my, what would be said if the other kids at school and my parents find out about us!... Strange why that was so strong in my mind at the time, maybe because this type of thing between the same sex was always looked on as a sin and a sick perversion in the church. At that time though in your bedroom, I was all very innocent.  I never thought of the full connotations of where those relations would lead us both.  I never thought fully of where it would lead to, you know, the later touching and then the sex and all that extra stuff. I just thought that it would just be like an extra closer bond between us with the nice kissing.”

      I thought for a second before replying to Collette, “I think at that age there is so much going through your mind sexually and emotionally, as your body changes and develops so does your mind in the way that you think.  It is probably while you are in that change of thinking and thought that the dilemmas set in.  We both hid our feelings and emotions from everyone else, didn’t we also at that time? Well, I had to with me and you, as well as with Jean.  Our lives would have been made hell at school if anyone had found out and it wouldn’t have been great at home either I would have thought, what about you?”

      She looked shocked and told me at that point, “I don’t even want to think about that!”

      I laughed again as her funny facial expression that she would do and a second later as she looked into my face amazed at me laughing at her, then she started laughing with me.  Collette told me nicely still in a soft tone, “I think our short affair helped me greatly later with my relationship with Sarah, it helped me in my thoughts and emotionally with her.  I was much more sure and confident this time with her than I was with you.  The very first time you touched me down there was the first time anyone had touched me down there and, ‘Oh my!’ I thought you were being incredibly pervy and naughty with me.”

      I decided to tease and wind Collette up a little because, in our more serious relations that happened later, she was so very sweet and so very innocent, but I told her, “I didn’t think you were so worried about the emotional side of things with us, not with what you suggested that we do to each other, you were far naughtier than I was!”

      She must have guessed what I was doing because she instantly burst out laughing and then a few seconds later looked a little shy as she told me softly, “Oh that is a fibbing lie!!! We were both very sweet and innocent back then, the both of us but you were the more adventurous one by far and you know it. We only did a little nice kissing and even some snogging and stuff, maybe a little tiny bit more than that with some innocent stroking but nothing we would call really intimate for quite a while after our first kiss’s.  I remember as we became a little more serious, yours was the first girl’s pussy that I had ever touched other than my own and I was so surprised how different it felt from touching you as to when I touched myself. I expected your pussy to feel the same as mine but it didn’t.  I was amazed at how differently it felt, it felt much more, well ... I would say softer, much more squishy and fleshier, if you know what I mean by that?”

      Then she changed her remembrance a little, “I remember after a couple of weeks of getting closer together in our relations, we planned to have a sleep-over so that we could be together all night.  I asked mum if we could have a sleep-over the coming Friday night at our house and she agreed! Oh, I was so very excited knowing that we were going to be allowed to spend the night together and that we could sneak into bed with each other and be naked and cuddle, that thought seemed so very exciting and progressive and adult.  I remember that night that mum agreed when I was in bed, I thought about the coming Friday being with you and I remember that I got a little wet between my legs, I got very excited.”

      I broke into her remembrance and I asked her with a naughty smile, “Did you touch yourself while thinking about me?”

      “Yes, I did a little but I would never let myself go too far doing that.”

      I told her softly, “Oh that’s nice, you never told me that before, I wish you had done... That night I stayed at your house was so funny, your dad always reminded me of Flanders on the Simpsons.  Do you remember, there was a knock at the front door and your dad says, “Who on earth could be calling at this ungodly hour mother?”

      “It was only half-past eight!”

      We both laughed as I continued, “Mind you it was winter and raining, it felt like midnight. As it were, it was just next door bringing a parcel around... We were all in bed about half an hour later.” (Not all in the same bed, of course, as that would have been over-friendly! ;-)

      Collette takes over as she tells me in her recollection of the night, “I can remember that night as plain as if it was only yesterday. We had set up another bed in my room and I wore pyjama’s and you wore what seemed to be a sexy short nighty.  When all the lights were out and everyone had gone to bed and it was now all still and quiet, I noticed you very quietly moving out of your bed and coming over and slipping into my bed with me.  We softly giggled in silly girly excitement, didn’t we at how naughty we were.  We had kissed a few times before, hadn’t we? I knew that we were going to do that again and I was looking forward to that.  We started kissing and then snogging and that was very nice, it felt nice especially when we started to stroke each other’s breasts over our night-wear.  I was comfortable with that because we had done that before.

       I asked her with great curiosity, “But you wanted more than that to happen though that night, didn’t you?”

      “Oh yeah!! Of course, I did.”

      She continued as if she was really enjoying recounting that memory of that night, she was not only telling her remembrances to me but also reminding herself of that night’s events like we all do when telling a very fond remembrance.  “After a little while, I felt you undoing the buttons on my PJ top and a little excited shiver and tingle ran through my body because I knew that you were going to fondle me, and I wanted you to.  As you opened my PJ top I notice that my nipples and all around the tips of my breasts tingled as I felt the cooler air of the room rush over my excited body.  As we snogged more passionately, I felt you gently stroke my naked breasts and nipples for the first time and the sensitive sensation again felt incredible and such strong emotional sensations tingled all through my body! I can remember clearly that I gasped out loudly and uncontrollably at the pleasure you were giving me and again you made me feel so very special.

      I smiled as I pictured Collette’s memories in my head and told her softly, “Mmm I remember it well, I loved your sweet reactions and you were so very sensitive in your little gasps and sighs.  I was loving them; they were bringing me such pleasure that night as we started to make love for the first time.”

      Collette told me, “Then when our mouths broke off and your head moved down and started kissing and then licking and sucking my nipples I wanted to squeal out in great pleasure but I dare not too loud in case I was heard but it felt so good, my tits and nipples almost exploded with pleasure as you licked and sucked them so expertly and I was loving being made love to for the first-ever time ever, it felt so magical as little explosions of love exploded in such vivid colours in my mind.”

      I told her, “Oh Collette, you put all that so wonderfully well, I am so pleased that it was such a wonderfully good experience for you, it was so good for me too, I felt so much at one with you at that time.”

      Collette, smiled at me and told me, “Yes, that is how I felt.”

      After we had been in the restaurant for about an hour and a half, maybe a little more as we did more chatting than eating.  She called the Waiter over and promptly paid the bill leaving him a £10.00 tip, again I thought that was a large tip to leave, but that was Collette for you.  We walked out of the restaurant still laughing about all the crazy things that we had got up to in the past together, it had been a fun day up to now but unfortunately, things were about to change for us both.

Natasha the sweet sadistic bitch.

We were walking along the High Street arm in arm when a large expensive black Jaguar pulled up and came alongside the both of us and stopped, “Get in please” said the middle-aged beautiful looking woman to Collette. I would say she were in her late 30s to early 40s with a very heavily tanned Mediterranean looking skin as if she were Italian or somewhere near there. Collette waved to her, “Oh hello Natasha!”

      They looked pleased to see each other and with a, “Come on Angel” from Collette as she eagerly got in the car.  I hesitated not wanting to intrude on them and also, I didn’t want to get inside someone’s car without being invited in by the owner but again Collette called to me, ‘Come on Angel! Get in!”

      I still wasn’t that sure, I still thought that I may still be intruding on them but the lady looked over to me and gave me a pleasant look as if welcoming me into the car and I thought to myself, ‘Well, why not if they are friends.’

      I stepped into the beautiful expensive car and Collette pleasantly introduced me as soon as I sat down.  The lady gave me a big beautiful welcoming smile that lit the whole car up and making me feel most welcome indeed.  I listened to them chatting away like they had been good friends for years, but I had never seen her before.  As I said, she spoke with a slight foreign accent, it was a strange accent and I couldn’t quite place it, she looked but did not sound Italian.  She seemed to have a Dutch or more probably a German type accent. Whichever accent it was, she had a lovely soft tone as she spoke and sounded very intelligent and decisive.  As she spoke she looked at both of us alternately as if not leaving me out of the conversation, I thought that was very kind and considerate of her, she obviously had a good upbringing with very good manners and I like that in people.

      I for a moment looked straight forward in front of me at the person who was driving the car and as he turned his head to the side very briefly to occasionally speak to the lady or a few words to Collette, I could see that he was a hugely built and really ugly old bald black man with such very wide body, shoulders and neck.  I could only see him from behind or a little from the side and so I couldn’t get a good look at him. I know saying that he was ugly isn’t nice or kind to say about anyone but that’s what I thought to myself at the time, he looked right out of place and I was wondering where he fitted in with this very pretty, elegant and expensively dressed woman.

      After driving for about 10 minutes maybe a little more the car suddenly pulls into an unusually quiet new industrial estate and he drives around the back of the last warehouse and office block combination and stops the car. Natasha tells us in her lovely soft and slightly foreign accent, “I have to pick up a few things from the office, come on in the both of you.  I will show you around at what we are building here, anyway I have something I want to show and discuss with you Collette, I want your advice?”

      I thought instantly to myself, “She wants Collette’s advice? ... Wow! Now, that’s got to be a real first!”

      As we all got out of the car another one very similar to ours pulls up behind us and four black really big strong powerful-looking men get out and they slowly start to follow us and Natasha tells us in an unconcerned manner and tone, “Oh, don’t worry about my little boys…”

      Natasha understating their size then explains further to us in her low husky foreign voice, “… they are only my sons, we all work in the family business together here and they also give me the added insurance that I need, they are big strapping boys, aren't they? I am very proud of them!”

      They were certainly ‘big strapping boys’ as she put it, but to me, she didn’t look old enough to have four sons of that age.  All the men looked of a very similar age and build, but they had a little lighter skin and a little more of a North Western African look rather than her Italian look.

      The ugly, very old black man shuffled behind us slowly looked more than a little dodgy on his weak old legs.  I got a better look of him now and I noticed that he looked very African indeed.  For a few brief seconds, I wondered if he was the father but quickly discounted it, a) because of his age against the pretty ladies age, he was so very much older and b) because of their miss-match in personality and looks. Natasha had an almost Italian look about her, very dark sun-tanned skinned now that I see her in the light, she was very slim and her makeup was immaculate and I thought perhaps just a little over-powering for this time of day.  As I thought further I now assumed that the boy's father may have been white or maybe of mixed race himself. I would think their age ranged from around the late 20s to mid to late 30s but I always find ages of people very difficult to tell.  Natasha must have been a little older than I thought, she looked very pretty and youngish, too young to have sons this age anyhow the men certainly made me and Collette looked very small and petite indeed.

     As I have said, Natasha’s sons looked very tough and powerful but dressed very smart and not like skanky thugs, they all had very short cropped hair like skin-heads with white shirts and dark suits and smelled sickly sweet as if they had too much aftershave or body lotion on.  We all had to walk up some iron stairs to the first floor and it made a hell of a clunking noise as we all climbed up them.

     Once we were at the top there was a short veranda and soon we walked through the door into the top of a mezzanine roof where all the offices were and we could look down into the large warehouse.  We all looked down impressed at all the stock that was packed down there, I thought to myself, ‘This is obviously a distribution centre where products were shipped or brought in.’