Under Purple Sheets

by Coco Houston

  Waking up a while later, there are texts from Brad wishing me a New Year, followed by – to my surprise – some very angry voicemails from him ranting that I should’ve called by now to wish him a happy New Year. I am stunned by his reaction but call, which calms him a little. His actions make me wonder about our relationship, which is at present none existent. Yet.

  It was last night that for the first time I realised just how much I really felt for Brad Blake. Wanting only him there with me, feeling lonely without him. I wished he could’ve brought in the bells with me, and then we could’ve gone to bed together, naked, with his body touching mine. Now I am beginning to think he feels as much for me, if not even more than I feel for him.

  Later he phones me back apologising for his earlier behaviour, stating that he loves me so much and last night was hell, like the worst New Year ever as he had to bring it in without me. After that, he goes off the phone. It was then that I decided for certain I wasn’t going to shy away anymore, I was going to start being intimate with Brad Blake. In 2009 for sure, I would become Brad Blake’s mistress.

  New Year Dance Is Over – 2009 Begins

  I start my New Year with a tidy house, and then prepare a nice New Year Day’s dinner. Homemade soup to start, followed by traditional steak pie with all the trimmings. To follow is hot chocolate fudge cake with cream. Later in the bathroom I lay out what little snow I have left over. Changing my mind about taking it, instead I rinse it down the drain, watching the white powder wash away. I don’t like taking snow every day, besides now I have a new addiction in a whole different league… Brad Blake. As I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I say out loud, laughing, “Oh! Mirror! Mirror! I’m sure to fall; he’s going to be the biggest addiction of them all.” The voices in my head reply for the mirror as it talks back, “Oh Coco, how the truth you do talk, he will become your oxygen and without him you won’t be able to breathe or walk.” Damn, fuck damn it with an answer like that, maybe I would be better off with the snow. Looking back into the mirror, I acknowledge with deep thought that no maybe about it, I know I would. Perhaps I knew this from the beginning of the affair.

  Chapter III

  January to March – Valentines, Spellbound and Bewitched

  January brought snow (the weather kind) along with crisp cold mornings which I love. I always wanted to get married in the snow, but it never happened.

  This month Brad and I continued to grow even closer. Brad would leave his house for work an hour and a half earlier each day, picking me up sooner so that we could spend more time together. We would often go down to the beach, sitting in the jeep, kissing each other, watching the ocean waves lapping against the sand with the Isle of Arran in the distance as he held me to him. It is a beautiful view and I felt so happy inside. We were perfect for each other. He constantly told me how much he loved me, saying I made him feel so young again, whereas his wife had made him feel he had been put out to grass. We laughed so much; he said her face would turn the milk sour.

  Although we never had sex, all through January we would continue to kiss and cuddle at the beach whilst touching each other in the car. I could see his erection sticking out in his black work trousers. We would often arrive at work with him hard and my knickers soaking wet. The sexual chemistry is so intense now that we had started to become sexually intimate with each other, it was apparent to all our colleagues that we have become an item. Every so often Brad would just come out and say, “Time Coco, just time. You will be mine; I will have you as mine. You will belong to me.”

  We share a lot of brilliant fun at times as we work away together. One night on the ward we spent hours laughing, making up a football team with all the staff members in it and what positions they would play. When we finished the teams, we pinned the lists up on the duty room noticeboard for all to see, but the staff were far less amused by it all than we were. They went berserk when they saw it, with them not knowing who was responsible. When we were asked, we just denied that it was us; after all we were in the teams too, as the managers. This made us laugh especially more so as all the staff could not work out who done it, blaming each other.

  February with Brad

  2nd February

  Today I look forward to celebrating Candlemas: The Feast of Lights. It is also known as Imbolc, a fire festival celebrating the Goddess of Fertility, us witches say “sweeping out of the old” is symbolised by the sweeping of the magic circle with a witches’ broom or besom as it is often called. Either the Priestess of the coven wears a brilliant crown of 13 candles on top of her head or I do, The Queen Witch, me, a crown of lights is prepared and left by the altar to be lit during the ritual. Another important Sabbat we celebrate is with traditional feasts of gypsy tea, fertility bread, poppy seed cake and homemade sage wine. I celebrate this, while Brad is at work. Brad has some time off work soon too though, he has also booked holidays as the 11th of February was his 50th birthday

  3rd February

  Brad turns up today in the jeep unexpectedly at the house, announcing that he’d been missing me with him, and then asking me to go out with him on our first official date. He’s told his wife that he is required to attend fire training courses at the clinic that night, so we could spend quite a lot of time together without being uninterrupted by her. I agree to go with him so he comes back at six p.m. to pick me up, with him kissing me as soon as I get into the jeep.

  We drive out to Dunure harbour, where there is an old-fashioned little pub he wants to take me too. It is romantic and out of the way. But when we arrive, it is all shut up so we headed to Croy Bay beach as an alternative. As we reach the shore, the stars above the ocean are so clear in the night sky. In the jeep, we play love songs as we talk some more, then in between that we are constantly kissing each other.

  After a while we decide to go to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. We drive back to Ayr and go into a little quaint one at the bottom of the harbour. Brad has duck curry with fried rice and I chose sweet and sour pork. The food is excellent. At a little table hidden in the corner we share wine, and then have liquor coffees, making secret plans for spending the summer together and promises of always loving each other. Childish in a world of broken dreams, but it gave me hope. The candles flickering on the table along with his sweet forbidden kisses are so romantic in comparison to the storm in my heart from fear of the unknown.

  After a lovely dinner, we leave the restaurant and we drive along Ayr beach in the darkness, you can hear the waves hitting the sand. We start kissing again, touching each other, we both become sexually aroused; the passion felt between us is unbelievable. Brad’s tongue is going in and out of my mouth, his hands on my breasts; it is so erotic the way he whispers that he wants me. I have my hand on his jeans on top of his penis, which is solid in my grasp; I now want him inside me so much. Holding him, I whisper for the very first time, “Fuck me.”

  He moans, kissing me harder. “I can’t, Coco, you’re bleeding,” he says hoarsely. He knows this because Brad was security nurse at the clinic a few nights back (which meant he was responsible for and held all the keys on him) so he had to go to the store cupboard to collect Tampax for me, that was the type of relationship we had, he knew everything about me including private things like when I had my period.

  Brad continues to kiss me, holding me tightly, he teases my nipples. I continue to rub him hard on the material of his black jeans. The two of us are so excited, causing Brad to come in his pants. “Fuck, Coco, you make me feel like a teenager,” he says, shaking his head. We laugh at knowing his pants are soaked, all sticky and wonder at how he would explain that to his wife after fire training. Well, after years of him having no sex, I just thought, what do you expect?

  “Coco, stay out with me tonight. I will book us into a hotel, then phone her to tell her I’m stuck at work, having to do a night shift as the ward is short. Baby please, I need to be with you, I want you,” Brad says to me, his voice pleading; in fact, he is begging me.

  “B
rad, look, I want you to okay but you know I’m bleeding, I can’t make love with you tonight,” I reply, annoyed at myself, thinking this stupid period, as always, had come at the wrong time.

  “I don’t give a fuck about that, I don’t need sex but I really do need to be with you. Just us lying together naked, holding each other, spending the night with you is enough for me,” Brad replies as he continues to kiss me ardently. I unbutton his jeans this time, with my hands on his penis I gently massage it, making him come again, now all over the jeans. Laughing, we clean up as best we can as now both pants and jeans were in a mess. Deciding to take me home as I refused to stay out all night, we leave the beach.

  I look over at Brad. “I want you in my mouth, Brad,” I say to him. Why would I do that? Why did I feel that way? I don’t know; I just did. His face is expressionless as he just keeps driving, concentrating on the road as the car came onto a roundabout outside the police station.

  “Brad, did you hear what I said?” I ask as I never got a response.

  “Yes, Coco, you said you wanted me in your mouth,” he answers, not looking at me. “I haven’t had that in years, God the things you do to me,” he informs me. I say nothing. All too soon we’ve reached our destination; he kisses me good night then goes back to his hometown a little despondent.

  In my bedroom that night I wonder why I hadn’t spent the night with him before… What was I thinking? I guess I just wanted our first time to be special but surprisingly, I really did want him in my mouth.

  9th February

  Brad’s wife has left to go to England, so Brad is taking me to his house for the very first time. As soon as I get into the jeep, he compliments me for looking ‘stunning’. I am wearing a soft brown and cream fur fleece, fawn jodhpurs and high wedge heel sheepskin boots with cream fur tops, which make the outfit exceptionally classy, also suited to the snowy weather. The snow lay thick on the ground as Brad drove the jeep up some hill called after his hometown which sat behind his house. An eerie feeling of emptiness hits you up there; apparently, houses stood at the top of that hill once upon a time. Highland cows are walking about, one of them being rather bold, comes right up to the window of the jeep, curiously looking in at us. “Look, Brad! Look at the cow, look at its beautiful face with its huge eyes and long eyelashes.”

  “Roll down the window, Coco; see if it’s still there,” he replies as we both laugh. From that moment on I became known between us as Brad’s cow. Eh! Highland cow! I was classier than your normal one. Then he decides to take me to his house. I am kind of unsure of this but I go along with the idea anyway as he heads the car in that direction. On entering in the door leading to a dimly lit hall, I can see as I squint in the shadows after the brightness of outside that the house is aged looking, very old-fashioned inside, with plain décor and a stale smell of cigarette smoke not very welcoming at all; a cold and empty damp atmosphere hung in the air; no feeling of good karma in between these walls, were in fact my thoughts, as it is far from welcoming. This house knew no love. So, then this is where Brad stays with her, I clarify to myself. No wonder he finds it depressing, it is very dated. Brad makes me a coffee then we sit in the lounge on a large light fawn suite. In here is a little more modern than the rest of the vintage place, it has a large flat screen television; however, despite that it is still obvious to me that the décor taste spoke of an old woman. Out of the blue, Brad makes a comment about her, which totally shocks me, saying he wishes she was dead and I could live there with him. Eh. No thank you.

  He talks about where we stand in the relationship, which eventually leads to some awkward discussions about his wife. Brad goes on about how he isn’t in love with her and how he never ever had been, not ever. The marriage was one of convenience from the beginning; sex over the years was almost non-existent, besides it had been a chore to her, which suited him as he didn’t find her sexually attractive anyway. He also states that she is a lot older than him, which he finds disgusting. He can’t be bothered with her old-fogyish ways with her constant nagging. He says the thought of kissing her makes him feel physically sick as she repulses him. I say nothing.

  I see an old photograph of her (Brad has taken it from where it sat displayed on a unit in the lounge then hid it in a drawer, knowing I was coming to the house. On talking about her, he then brings it out to show me for myself what she is like, then he quickly shoves it back in). I can clearly see he is very embarrassed by her. I remember how someone at the clinic thought he was out shopping with his mother (Brad had been mortified). The image that had been in front of me portrayed a quite ugly woman, even back then when young she looked older beyond her years. Dressed in tasteless clothes, which were very much considered to be passé but complimented the antiquated style of the surroundings of this house. Therefore, coincidentally, I find myself agreeing with Brad’s opinion on everything. Brad being spot on in his description of her, I find zero competition as a mistress; Brad is in hysterics at the thought. I can’t believe someone still so young is with this pensioner. I am not that interested in her, I never had been really, so the subject of her is dropped abruptly as we start kissing again on her sofa.

  After a while Brad lies along the sofa, pulling me on top of him, as he kisses me more intensely, he lifts my top, feeling my breasts through my bra. We are both so aroused that once again he is hard under his jeans with me being left moist beneath my jodhpurs. I resist the urge to sleep with him today though… it wasn’t planned to happen like this as his birthday would be special, and we’d make love for the first time in the bedroom of this house. His wife’s house. That was what he wanted so much and I agreed, she meant nothing to me, so why should I care? It just showed me all the more now that she meant nothing to him either – which suited me just fine. I sure liked that.

  Brad is taking me out later that night, so I go home to get changed. I have a shower, then did my hair all wild before sorting out my clothes, choosing tiny black silk underwear, which I think Brad is going to love. I put on ripped jeans with a peach silk nightie (as my top), worn with high leather boots.

  Brad picks me up on time, and then we make our way to a little pub in the nearby village of Straiton. Brad drinks there often and it would go on to become our wee haven from the world. It is a nice homely place with a log burning fire, complete with a huge, stuffed, bull-head ornament hanging above it.

  After a few more drinks in the bar, we go back to Brad’s house once more. We have to sneak in through the patio doors at the back of the house as we are supposed to be doing this quietly so the neighbours don’t hear us. The snow still carpeted the ground so I gather up snowballs, flinging them at him as he unlocks the doors. Just as he opens them, all the snow comes through the air, some hitting Brad, with the rest going straight through the door, hitting the kitchen table and landing on the floor inside. Brad then throws snowballs back at me. I am freezing cold with snow in my hair, the thawed water running down my nightie, made my nipples hard in the damp silk. We are squealing with laughter, running around like teenagers so much in love, the noise we make is awful, considering we were meant to be stealing quietly in the night into the house. We are all covered in snow; we tumble, falling together into the house, landing on the wet furniture. Hell, you should’ve seen the mess all over her floor. “Fuck it! The crow can clean her nest when she returns,” Brad shouts outside the door into the night air of the garden, at this we just giggle even more. The neighbours by now have their outside lights on; a man is in his garden in the snow trying to see over the fence what the fuck is going on. Brad bangs the patio doors shut deliberately quite hard, shutting the neighbour and his nosiness out, along with the snow, which had started to fall again.

  We have an amazing few hours there. I have a hot shower as Brad dries my nightie while making us supper. Afterwards, I just sit in my underwear on the sofa. Brad keeps kissing me as I try to watch the music channel drinking the wine he bought especially for me. Brad hands me a box of my favourite chocolates, which is very sweet of
him. We relax together very happily in the lounge without Brad giving a toss about his wife. As I pulled on my jeans with my nightie to go home, Brad begs me to stay. NO! I smile. He starts us laughing all over again as he pretends to be her: “Bradford, get that cow home now, right now!” he mimics her voice, then smirks as he tells me he can picture the look on her face if only she’d known. Pushing me out the door still laughing as we go sliding in the snow holding onto each other tightly as we reach the jeep,

  “Stay the night, Coco,” making a statement more than asking me the question.

  “No!” I shout as I get in the car then Brad drives me home.

  11th February

  Brad comes to pick me up on his birthday; we go over to my parents’ house as they are eager to wish him a happy 50th. We visit regularly, going in for coffee on our way to work some nights. They’ve been talking non-stop about me and Brad. My dad is so happy that finally he met a man he very much approves of, finding him a perfect husband for me; ignoring his marriage and all the stories it entailed. After we have coffee, we go to the jeep, it’s then I give Brad his birthday presents from me (A bottle of Boss aftershave and a 50th card). It is a beautiful day for February, so Brad decided to take me to a lovely little port village called Port Patrick, which is about 60 miles away.

  On the way to Port Patrick, Brad decides to stop in at Girvan to have a Chinese meal for lunch. While we wait for our food to arrive in this enchanting little restaurant, Brad suddenly gets up from the table, then goes down on one knee.