My Colleague’s Savior: Overcoming Trauma and Finding a New Lease on Life

Craig Strong, a seasoned police officer, had never been a fan of horror movies. However, one film that had left a lasting impression on him was “Poltergeist.” It was a frightening experience that had shaken him to his core when he was a teenager.

Years later, Craig found an old VHS copy of the film at a video store and purchased it for two dollars. He had never gotten around to watching it again, but the memory of the film still lingered in his mind. That was about a year before his marriage broke up.

Divorce was a traumatic experience, but Craig had come out of it stronger. He had learned to appreciate the little things in life and was grateful for the opportunity to start anew. When his marriage ended, Craig had to find a new place to live. He was lucky to have a colleague with a spare room, but he knew it was only temporary.

Craig visited the last real estate agent in town, a middle-aged lady, and told her about his situation. She was sympathetic and offered to help him out. She had a friend who had a granny flat that was available for rent. The friend’s name was Vicky, and she was a single mother with two kids.

Vicky agreed to let Craig rent the granny flat, and they settled on a hundred-dollar-a-week rent. Craig was excited to have found a new place to live and quickly set about making it his own. He bought a furniture package and spent his first night in the flat, feeling grateful for the opportunity to start anew.

The next morning, Craig woke up feeling refreshed and had a relaxing breakfast on the back step of his flat. It was a beautiful day, and he was enjoying the sunshine and the birds singing. Suddenly, he heard a voice say, “You must be Sergeant Strong.”

Craig looked up and saw a young girl standing a few feet away, looking down at him with a smile on her face. She was petite, with wavy ash-blonde hair and brown eyes. Craig stood up and introduced himself, and the girl, Krista, told him that she was Vicky’s daughter.

Krista was a flirtatious sixteen-year-old who loved to tease Craig. She would often come over to the flat and chat with him, and Craig found himself looking forward to these encounters. However, he knew that he had to be careful around her, as he was her landlord and significantly older than her.

One day, while Craig was tidying up the flat, he looked out the back door and saw Krista lying on a deck chair in a black bikini. She was reading a book and had a pair of sunglasses on. Craig couldn’t help but look at her, and he felt a sudden surge of attraction.

Krista got up and came over to the flat, holding a bottle of suntan lotion. She asked Craig if he could put some on her back, and Craig tried to decline, but Krista persisted. He eventually agreed, and as he rubbed the lotion on her back, he felt a strong attraction to her. He knew that he had to be careful and try to ignore his feelings, but it was hard.

As the days went by, Craig found himself spending more and more time with Krista. He would often see her playing with her brother, Richie, in the back yard, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Craig knew that he had to be careful around Krista, but it was hard to resist her charms.

“I’m not looking for trouble,” Craig said to himself, “but it seems like trouble is looking for me.” He sighed and continued to tidy up the flat, trying to push his thoughts aside.

Craig knew that he had to be professional and not let his feelings get the better of him. He was Krista’s landlord, and he had to maintain a healthy distance. But as he looked out the back door and saw Krista playing with her brother, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing.

“I’m in trouble,” Craig said to himself, “and I don’t know how to get out of it.” He sighed and continued to tidy up the flat, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Krista’s appearance at my doorstep, dressed as a wicked witch, brought back memories of trick-or-treating nights when I was a kid. Her younger brother Richie, dressed as a vampire, accompanied her, and they both looked adorable. I couldn’t help but notice how grown up Krista had become, but Vicky had warned me about this already.

“Aren’t you a little old for this?” I asked, trying to hide my amusement.

“Mummy said I couldn’t go trick-or-treating unless Krista comes with me,” Richie explained, looking up at me with big, round eyes.

Krista shot me a look, and I knew I was in trouble. “Well, isn’t she a good sister, helping her little brother out like that?” I said, trying to sound sincere.

“Do you have any idea how stupid I feel, dressed like this?” Krista asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

I tried to sound patronizing, but Krista saw right through it. “I thought you looked kinda cute,” I said, trying to make her feel better.

“Oh, so I’m cute now?” Krista said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

Krista smiled, and I knew I was in trouble. “Mummy rented these clothes at the costume shop,” Richie added, holding up his empty basket.

“You haven’t done very well with your trick-or-treating,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“We’re just starting,” Krista said, smiling at her own joke. “We’re rookies at this.”

I handed Richie a pathetic handful of sweets, and he looked like he’d just won the lottery. “Thanks, Mr. Strong,” he said, showing his basket to Krista.

“Well, we better get going,” Krista said, turning to leave. “And get this over with.”

“Have a good night, Samantha,” I said, trying to sound friendly.

“Watch it,” Krista said, brandishing her magic wand at me. “Or I’ll turn you into an orangutan. I can do that, you know.”

“Who knows? I might like being an orangutan,” I retorted, trying to make her laugh.

“Not if I make you an orangutan with self-esteem issues,” she said, smiling up at me.

Night fell, and I was watching a movie when Krista appeared at my doorstep again, this time without her witch’s costume. She was wearing black heels, and I couldn’t help but notice how sexy she looked.

“Hey, Craig,” she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to sound firm.

“I got a bit bored, thought I’d come and see what you’re doing,” she said, sitting down on the couch.

“You probably shouldn’t be here,” I said, trying to sound serious.

“Does your mother know where you are?” I asked, trying to get to the point.

“Mum’s getting lucky tonight,” she said, smiling up at me. “She’s got this on-again, off-again boyfriend, called Dallas. At the moment, it’s on-again.”

Krista sat up, showing off her black lace panties under the too-small witch’s dress. “I think Dallas is having a sleepover tonight. My mother is occupied.”

“Krista,” I said, using my firm but gentle voice. “You should sit like a lady.”

“You shouldn’t be looking,” she answered back, challenging me.

“Krista, I’ve been cross-examined by experts in my time, so don’t try and play word games with me,” I said, trying to sound firm again.

“Oooooh!” Krista said, smiling up at me. “I love it when you get all authoritarian like that. It sends chills down my spine.”

“Krista, I don’t think this is a good conversation for us to be having,” I said, but she just smiled and said, “I’ve got a fantasy. Do you want to hear about it?”

I chuckled to myself as I watched Krista’s reaction to my movie choice, a far cry from her expected Die Hard or Sylvester Stallone marathon. “Sorry I shattered your illusions,” I said, still grinning.

“Actually, I’ve got an idea,” Krista said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s Halloween, after all. Why don’t you get into the spirit of things and watch a horror movie with me?”

“I’m not a big fan of horror movies,” I admitted, but Krista just laughed and stood up. “That’s okay. We’ve got the ‘Nightmare On Elm Street’ boxed set next door. Every Freddy Krueger movie they ever made. Just the thing for Halloween viewing,” she said, her eyes glinting with excitement.

But I had a different idea in mind, one that involved testing Krista’s bravado. I remembered that I had an old copy of “Poltergeist” hidden away, and I decided to bring it out. “How about we watch something really scary?” I suggested, a sly grin spreading across my face.

“Like what?” Krista asked, but I just smiled and knelt down to retrieve the VHS tape from the cupboard under my TV stand. “I just remembered I’ve got one old one here,” I said, holding up the tape for her to see.

Krista’s eyes widened as she took in the old video tape. “What’s that?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. I chuckled and popped the tape into the VHS player, setting the stage for a night of horror movie mayhem.

As the movie played, Krista’s reactions ranged from fascination to horror, but I could tell she was enjoying the thrill ride. “You’ve gotta have the right atmosphere,” she said, snuggling closer to me on the couch as the movie reached its climax.

But I had a different plan in mind, one that involved testing the limits of Krista’s bravery. I paused the movie and turned to her, my eyes locked on hers. “I’m going to show you something really scary,” I whispered, my voice low and husky.

Krista’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, but I could see a hint of fear lurking beneath the surface. “Like what?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Something that will make you scream,” I replied, a sly grin spreading across my face.

Krista’s eyes widened as I leaned in close, my lips inches from hers. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” she whispered, but I just smiled and kissed her, my lips claiming hers in a passionate, desperate kiss.

As we broke apart for air, Krista’s eyes locked on mine, her expression a mix of fear and excitement. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

Krista nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “I want you to take charge,” she said, her voice firm and confident. “I want you to show me what it’s like to be with a man.”

I nodded, my heart soaring with excitement. “Okay,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I’m going to take you to my room, and we’re going to do this together.”

Krista nodded, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I want you to take me to your room,” she said, her voice firm and confident.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. “Let’s go,” I said, my voice low and husky.

As we made our way to my bedroom, Krista’s hand slipped into mine, her fingers intertwining with mine in a gentle, intimate touch. I felt a surge of excitement run through me, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a night that would change everything.

We entered my bedroom, the dim lighting casting a romantic glow over the space. Krista looked around, her eyes taking in the familiar surroundings. “It’s nice in here,” she said, her voice soft and husky.

I nodded, my eyes locked on hers. “I’m glad you like it,” I said, my voice low and husky. “Now, let’s get comfortable.”

Krista nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “I want you to take off my clothes,” she said, her voice firm and confident.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. “Okay,” I said, my voice low and husky. “Let’s get started.”

I reached out and gently undid the buttons at the front of Krista’s black wicked witch outfit, slipping it over her shoulders and tossing it on the floor. In the moonlight streaming through the window, I saw that she was wearing a black sports bra, along with her black lace pants.

I unclipped Krista’s bra, and slipped it off her, dropping it on the floor with her dress. Her perky, firm, rounded breasts glistened in the moonlight, and I felt a surge of excitement run through me.

“They’re lovely,” I said, my voice low and husky, as I gently fondled both breasts with my hands, stroking the nipples with my thumbs.

Krista took a sharp breath, and she shuddered again, her eyes locked on mine. “That’s nice,” she whispered, her voice husky and intimate.

I took my mouth from Krista’s pretty little breast, and I said, “I might spend some time on those later, but right now, I’m going to put you on my bed, and go down on you.”

Krista gave me an oddly solemn look, but didn’t speak, so I said, “I’m going to lick you on your pussy, Krista. I’m going to taste your clit, and I’m going to put my tongue up inside you. I’m telling you this so you know exactly what I’m going to do.”

Krista swallowed, and said, “I want it, just like I want you.”

I scooped her up in my arms, and carried her around to the side of my double bed, placing her down on her back. I slipped her black lace panties off, and she assisted by lifting her bottom, looking at my face intently as I looked at her pussy for the first time.

“I’ve fantasised about you going down on me for months,” Krista said, her voice soft and husky.

“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re being used,” I said, gently, holding Krista by her slender shoulders.

“Well, you better get going,” Krista said, her eyes locked on mine, a sly grin spreading across her face.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. “Okay,” I said, my voice low and husky. “Let’s do this.”

Krista’s pubic hair was a natural, wild tangle, framing her delicate folds as she lay beneath me. I ran my fingers through the soft hairs, feeling the gentle curves of her body. “Would you prefer to be shaved?” Krista asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” I replied, gazing down at her. “You look beautiful just the way you are.” I gently fondled her labia, my fingers tracing the delicate curves of her inner lips. Krista’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

“That’s good,” she murmured, “because I was thinking about shaving myself. If you like it natural, I’ll leave it that way.” I chuckled, my fingers dancing across her skin.

“It makes you look more grown up,” I teased, but Krista just smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I knelt down beside her, parting her thighs with a gentle touch. Then, I leaned in, my lips brushing against her inner lips. I kissed her again, holding the kiss, my tongue probing the tender flesh inside. The scent and taste of Krista’s pussy were intoxicating, sending my arousal soaring.

As I worked my tongue deeper, Krista sighed, her body relaxing beneath me. “Mmmmmm, that feels so good,” she whispered. I tasted her, savored her, my senses drinking in the sweet nectar of her arousal.

My tongue probed at her most secret spots, Krista’s body shuddering with pleasure. She flinched, took a shuddering breath, and I pushed my tongue deeper, gently tongue-fucking her for a few strokes.

I withdrew my tongue, sweeping it back up between her inner lips. There was more of her sweet nectar pooled there, and I savored it, my senses drinking in the taste of her arousal.

Then, I gently brushed the left side of my tongue against her clit, and Krista jerked, a soft gasp escaping her lips. “Ooh!” she exclaimed, “I didn’t expect that.”

I worked my face closer, my lips coating with her slippery sex fluids. I placed them around her clit, moving my mouth back and forth a few times. Krista’s body arched, her eyes flying open as she gasped, “Oh, Craig! What’d you do then?”

I released her clit, Krista relaxing back into the bed. “That felt so good,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I can make you come, doing that,” I said, my eyes locked on hers. Krista’s face lit up with excitement.

“Really?” she asked, her voice full of wonder.

“Yes,” I replied, “I’ve seen it happen before.” Krista’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, and I knew I had her attention.

“But you’ve never had an orgasm with anyone else?” I asked, my voice soft.

She shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. “No, only when I’m alone.” I nodded, my mind working overtime.

“Did you ever get on top?” I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

Krista shook her head, a look of surprise on her face. “No, Terry’s not very adventurous.” I smiled, my mind racing with possibilities.

“I think you should try it,” I said, my voice firm. Krista’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“You really want to make me come?” she asked, her voice full of wonder.

“Of course I do,” I replied, “I told you this was about you, too.” Krista smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Maybe we should get started,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She sat up, moving down beside me. Her eyes locked on mine, and she said, “Do you want me to take your pants off?”

“One of us has to,” I replied, my voice a little dry.

Krista undid my belt, slipping my jeans down my legs. She looked at my erect cock, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

“This was supposed to be you taking charge, but it’s more like a team effort, now,” she said, her voice full of laughter.

“Making love is supposed to be a team effort,” I said, my eyes locked on hers.

She climbed on top of me, squatting over my hard cock. “So, I just climb on?” she asked, her voice full of wonder.

“That’s it,” I replied, my voice soft.

“One more thing,” Krista said, her mind working overtime. “There’s one ‘take charge’ thing I want you to do.” She looked down at my cock, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“What’s that?” I asked, my voice a little curious.

“I want you to use your best cranky old sergeant voice, and say, ‘Krista, suck my cock!'” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Krista!” I said, my voice a little croaky with laughter, “Suck my cock!” We both burst out laughing, and Krista said, “This is not how I pictured that in my head.”

She leaned down, taking about two inches of my cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head a few times, rubbing the tip of my cock with her tongue. Her soft, warm mouth felt fantastic on my cock, but she was no expert at giving head.

“Did you like that?” she asked, her voice full of wonder.

“It was great for a beginner,” I replied, my voice encouraging.

“It’s kind of exciting, having it in my mouth,” she said, “and it makes me want it in my pussy even more.” She moved up, resting her head on my chest.

“I could get to like that,” she said, “You and I are gonna have to spend some time practising this oral sex thing.” She sat back, ready to squat over my cock.

“Now, where was I?” she asked, her voice full of laughter.

Krista took my hard cock in her right hand, lowering herself, guiding the head to her pussy. As I felt my cock touching the warm, wet, slippery opening, she took a quick little breath.

“I must be doing something right,” she said, her voice full of wonder.

“You’re going great,” I replied, my voice soft.

Krista eased back down, taking more of my cock inside. She lifted again, bringing a flinch from me, and she said, “I could have gone all the way down then, but I just wanted to tease you.” Her smile was wickedly sweet.

She eased back down, the feeling of my cock right inside her, with her slick, slippery pussy walls hugging me, was almost breathtaking. Now that my cock was buried up inside her, Krista lay on top of me, kissing my mouth.

“If you’re on top, you can be in control,” I said, my voice soft.

“It’ll push on your clit and, you’ll probably be able to come,” I added, my voice a little strained.

Krista started to thrust a little faster, in short strokes, and she said, “Ohh! I can feel that! I can feel that!” She shuffled a little, pushing her pelvis closer into mine.

“It’s getting better,” Krista said, her face suddenly serious, her eyes starting to focus in the distance.

“You were right,” she said, “I think I’m gonna come! I think I’m gonna come!” Her body began to shudder, her thrusting becoming a little more erratic.

“Ohh, so good! Too good! Ohh, God!! That’s good!!” she cried out, her body clamping around my cock. I felt my own climax burst inside me, a wave of ecstasy that consumed my entire soul for a few precious seconds.

As reality returned, and the final twinges of sweetness faded, I found that Krista was lying with her head on my chest, breathing hard. My arms were around her shoulders, hugging her to me, and I could feel the film of sweat on her naked body.

“That was gorgeous!” she said, her voice full of wonder.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice soft.

“When I stop tingling, I’ll let you know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“That was awesome!” she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement.

“I’ll second that,” I said, my voice full of emotion.

“Really?” Krista asked, her eyes sparkling with doubt.

“That was more than special, Krista,” I said, my voice soft.

“You were great,” I added, my voice full of sincerity.

Krista smiled, her eyes shining with happiness, and I knew that we had just shared something truly special.

Krista’s eyes sparkled as she replied, “We were definitely a team effort.” She slid off my chest, her curves molding into the curve of my double bed, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. Our quiet conversation flowed like a gentle stream, with her sharing her thoughts on our connection, insisting her instincts were spot on, and that I indeed knew how to treat a lady.

“You know exactly what to do,” she whispered, her voice a soothing melody that calmed my racing thoughts. But as we lay there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d crossed a line from which there was no return. I pushed the thought aside, deciding to address it later, when the morning light would illuminate the consequences of my actions.

Earlier that night, Krista had arrived at my doorstep, her make-believe witch costume transformed into a real-life enchantress. Her magic had woven a spell around me, one that I knew would leave an indelible mark. Whatever the outcome, I was certain that I’d never be the same again.