Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2011 09:20:36 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Once Upon a Crime. Chapter One

  This story is for persons aged eighteen or over. All comments, good or
bad are welcome and will be answered. It might start off slow but persevere
and you'll enjoy the story.
  Chapter One
  Only one thing marred a perfectly happy childhood and that was the losing
of my mother to cancer when I was just six years old. Though that was a
devastating period, I soon came to accept that I would never see her
again. Father, being a useless cook, soon got a live in cook and
housekeeper who became a surrogate mother for me. Whether my father was
banging her or not, I never found out.
     It was a lovely big early Victorian house with six bedrooms, dining
room, study and a play room as well as a good size kitchen, set in about
twenty five acres of ground. We had a lovely garden and lawns and a big
vegetable plot for which we had a gardener come in from the village five
days a week to keep the lawns trimmed and grow us the vegetables that we
ate.
     There was a coppice not far from the house where father encouraged the
pheasants to breed which, when the season started, he would then go and
shoot them. He started me off with an air rifle when I was eight and by the
time I was ten, could handle a small shotgun and it wasn't long before I
came very good at catching a bird on the wing.
     Further into the property was a small wood which provided us with logs
for the winters and an ideal hunting ground for me to catch not only
rabbits but roust out the odd fox or two.
     My name by the way is John Singleton and my father's name was Phillip
and he was a magistrate in the nearby town. I say nearby for it was four
miles away from our village which was half a mile from us where I went to
school in those early years. I would walk this every school day while
father drove his Bentley to the town three days one week and two the
following one, except if he had a case that took longer than a day.
     For our shopping, I would hand in a list every week in at the village
shop for the supplies to be delivered to Nella, who was our cook. She was
coming up to middle age and was Portuguese by birth but stayed in England
after losing her English husband.
     Apart from owning a Bentley, we also had a Land Rover which, when I
was ten, my father taught me to drive along with my shooting. Being on
private ground, this was possible and I came to drive it quite frequently
as long as I stayed on our land and it was handy for bringing the logs back
from the wood.
     When I turned eleven, I then had to change schools for one in the
town, and this was where Tom, our gardener became my chauffeur to take me
there in the Bentley every morning and collect me when the school time
finished. I did well there but not well enough to aim for a place in any
university but enough to get me into a college when I turned sixteen.
     There I stayed, living in, for four years during which time I joined
the officer cadet class and did very well in this what with my being not
only able to drive but be an excellent shot, this winning me the coveted
marksman trophy for my latter three years running. It was because I did so
well in this class that I opted to join the army when I finished college.
     Entering puberty, I managed to avoid the curse of acne and even if I
say so myself, I was quite good looking. Not what you would call handsome,
but good enough to attract females. What with the sports and physical
training, I developed a good sturdy body, trim and not over weight though I
only grew to be five foot ten.
     So I was seventeen when I had my first woman, a girl that was at the
same college. Her name was Elizabeth but generally called Betty, who was a
spectator one particular day that I was playing rugby. I was a wingman and
managed to get one try in the game that we subsequently won, but also
suffered a big bruise on my cheek from one elbow during a tackle. By the
time the game finished, this bruise was quite noticeable and it was this
that caused her to come on to me to deal with it by dabbing it with witch
hazel from our medical bag.
     It didn't take much coaxing to get her to move round to the back of
the pavilion and she even said, after I had kissed her, thanking her for
her ministrations on me, that she loved the smell of a sweaty man like I
was then as we kissed, holding each other tight.
     She wasn't a virgin and knew what she could feel inside my shorts
could be hers and made no move to stop me from getting my hand up under her
sweater to feel an unfettered breast. With me rubbing this tit, she began
rubbing my now throbbing erection and I groaned that if she kept on doing
that, I would make a mess of my shorts. So she stopped doing this and
pulled me down onto the grass and didn't stop me from lifting up her skirt
and pulling down her knickers.
     I quickly got my shorts off and had the pleasure of putting myself up
into my first woman for my first fuck. It was such an excitement it being
my first time, that it didn't take long with me humping away to come inside
that lovely hot interior of her body, not ever thinking of using a condom,
but thankfully learned later that she was on the pill.
     Overall, it was a hasty and hurried but enjoyable fucking of my first
time in this act and it couldn't have been that bad, for she wanted me
again a few days later. But this time, we were able to get well away from
other people to be able to strip off and be completely naked the next time
we fucked. She even went down on me afterwards though it wasn't until we'd
had sex at least a dozen times before I went down and sucked on her.
     It was an idyllic last year now having proved myself and having now
risen from being a boy into being a man thanks to Betty. Though we promised
to write to each other after leaving college, we never did, but I'll always
remember her and what she gave me.
     Father was pleased at how well I did in respect of my college tuition
and accepted the fact that I was joining the army, which I did, and because
of my officer's cadet course went in immediately as a second lieutenant. I
was then twenty years old and thoroughly enjoyed myself what with the
manoeuvres and mock battles we did out on Salisbury Plain. I also enjoyed
attending the various balls I got invited to by other fellow officers,
meeting quite a few pretty women who responded to my charm and let me fuck
them, whether it be in bed or having a knee trembler.
     There were also parties that I got invited to and it was at one of
these that I committed my first act of larceny. The crime being theft. I
cannot remember whose house, or really the mansion the party was at, but
I'd been taken up to one of the bedrooms by the woman I had been dancing
with. In the close bodily contact and being able to almost see all of her
tits in the low cut gown she was wearing, I couldn't help but get a hard
on. This she felt and wanted it, hence being almost dragged upstairs into
what I can only describe as being a female's boudoir. Quite lavish in its
decoration with many frills and drapes and even a four poster bed. It was
on this that I fucked this hungry woman whose name I also cannot remember,
but it was a nice fuck that we had and it was after we had got dressed and
while she was in the bathroom, checking over her make-up, I had started
wandering about the room.
     I'd opened a wardrobe door and there inside, on a shelf was a large
box which I opened to find that it contained quite a few pieces of
jewellery. I couldn't resist poking this lot about and picked up a nice
diamond bracelet that I took a sudden fancy to and went and slipped it into
my pocket before closing the box and wardrobe door before my bed partner
returned for us to go back downstairs and join the others.
     It was only later back in my quarters that I realised of the enormity
of what I had done and decided to get rid of it as soon as possible. The
very next day, I went into town and found a pawnshop who gladly took it
from me, giving me quite a substantial amount of money for it. Now whether
it was the thrill of stealing the bracelet or of getting the money when I
sold it, I don't know, but I began to do this more often. Just the odd
piece here and there whenever the opportunity occurred and later selling it
for cash.
     There was one jeweller in London, that on my selling him my second
piece to him, told me that if I was to bring in more, we could both make
quite a lot of money. What he was really implying was that he would act as
the fence for me in taking to him all and what I could steal for him to
break down or rework into an unrecognisable piece.
     Not only were there parties to go to but visits to various places and
meeting quite a few people in different occupations. It was one such as
this that I met Mavis Trimble, a beautician in a television studio when I
had gone with an officer friend who had a sister taking part in a drama
being recorded there.
     It was in one dressing room where we went and my friend's sister was
having her make-up done by one of the two girls in there. Though there were
two chairs before the mirrors, only his sister was being seen to and I got
chatting to the other girl not at the time, working on another actors
face. This was Mavis and we chatted for quite some time and was so struck
with her, asked if she had any objections to me calling again to talk
further. She didn't and so I made several visits to chat and eventually got
her to go out with me.
     I was always dressed in my military uniform and I think this helped in
my wooing of her, escorting her to various restaurants until I finally got
invited back to her flat. This was then the first time that we went to bed
together and we both loved the sex we had and I became a frequent visitor
and would often stay overnight when not on duty at the barracks.
     My father was really delighted when I was promoted to captain and I
was glad that this pleased him, what with me not going to university and
then going into the legal profession like him. But this joy was short
lived, for it was only a few weeks later that I was called into the
commanders office to be told that my father had died of a sudden heart
attack.
     I was shell shocked for he was only fifty six years old and here I was
now, a twenty four year old orphan. I was given immediate compassionate
leave to be able to return home to see to the funeral etc. Nella was in
tears when I turned up and glad that I was there to take care of
everything. I think it was thankful on her behalf that he had collapsed
while in his office in town and not at home with her having to see him dead
in the house.
     But she calmed down and attended the funeral by my side and I was
surprised at the number of people who turned up, even having the mayor and
many councillors as well as inhabitants from the village. At the wake,
which was held in the village hall, for there were too many people for the
house to hold, I was pulled aside by our solicitor who told me that I was
now a wealthy young man, him knowing that all of the money in the bank, the
house and land was now mine. This was made official a few days later at a
meeting in his office.
     I think it had been in the back of my mind that I only joined the army
to please my father and now saw no point at putting my life at risk now in
the event of our regiment being sent off to war in some foreign country and
so on my return to the barracks, handed in my resignation as a captain in
the Queen's army. It was accepted with regret and I finally left the army
and was no longer required to wear that uniform.
     I moped about my house for a week, out shooting anything that moved on
our land, consoling Nella who had been left some money too, and finding out
that she was willing to stay on as before in her duties. But I needed some
solace myself and so spent quite a few days off and on at the flat that
Mavis lived in.
     I cried that first night in bed and she soothed me as only a woman can
and didn't mind me just sucking on her breast like a small child. But that
passed and we carried on then by having sex every night that I stayed
there, but I was now at a loss as to what I should do with my future.
     Then came the urge to start stealing jewellery again, but not just the
odd item but making a proper killing of it for didn't I have a fence? So I
started looking at jewellery shops that I might be able to rob, looking at
those in towns outside of London.