I'd just got my driving license and I was allowed to borrow my parents car on shape I did the errands like bead my kid brother off to make for with his friends and all that dogshit that my parents had had to do before I passed the test. I didn't really mind. Anything to get to drive.

That very first week my chum had to be dropped off and collected at his friend Darren's planetary house. Darren lived in the next borough and it was quite a complicated drive if you wanted to avoid the M25 ring road. It turns out Darren only went to our school day because he'd been kicked out of all the shoal in his borough for being tumultuous. We didn't really have it away that bit at the meter and my brother was allowed to go round to play.

So that Sabbatum morn I dropped Simon off. Darren was out front line and said his parents weren't base, which wasn't no problem so I left my blood brother and told them I'd pick him up at 4.

4pm came around and I got back to Darren's promptly. It was silence. I knocked on the door. There wasn't any answer.

The woman next door opened her kitchen windowpane which was right overlooking Darren's look door and said ‘ she won't hear you, you know. What do you want ? ”. I just explained nervously that I was collecting my brother."You'd better go up the side then, she's always round the dorsum"was all the woman said, and she closed the windowpane as though that was that.

The logic gate just had a latch and I went up the side of the sign and round to the back garden.

And what a garden ! Picture it. Its like going through a portal from a formula Greater London driving into Narnia !

A normal suburban semi-detached house in a cul-de-sac like billion of other houses in suburbia all over capital of the United Kingdom. A normal semi just like where I live. But there can't have been another semi in London with a garden as gorgeous as this !

It was luxuriant and green and a riot of colour. It was total of tall bush and ferns and things that looked like bamboo and palm with a tropical look. How on Earth did any of this grow in London ?

I stood in awe. I could only see a dense thicket of rainwater forest and a canopy of vines on a fretwork and a narrow path of xanthous patio stones snaking around a corner. I couldn't see much. I called out"Hello ?"and walked slowly forward. I felt like I was intruding. But I was dumbstruck by the vivid Green River walls of leaf that hemmed in the garden making it the most private tactile sensation infinite in the whole of London.

"Can I aid you ?"a little girl voice behind me made me jump. I turned around. She was holding a garden crotch firmly with both manpower, the tines pointing nonchalantly towards me like she could strike out effortlessly if she needed to.

"Eh, I'm supposed to collect Simon"I said. She stood silent and still like she was waiting for more."Eh, he's playing with Darren and I'm supposed to collect him at 4 ?"I asked even less certain of myself. I began to have that sinking flavour I had come to the wrong house, I was in the awry garden, talking to the unseasonable unknown and I had just been caught trespassing.

She smiled."Ah right, yeah, they are supposed to be back by now. You want a cuppa ? ”.

Not waiting for an answer she walked around the bend in the itinerary and disappeared. I followed. Around the corner was a diminished patio with death chair around the back door, completely walled in by greenery. It was an oasis of equanimity. I could see the path led onwards away from the back of the firm and there was just the hint of a diminished lawn further on and more walls of coppice and the promise of more placidity and beauty.

"I'm Sally, by the way,"she said from the kitchen door"Darren's sure-enough sister ”. As though that needed any explanation. She had to be my age. She was petite and skinny. She had shining brown tomentum in a bob, rose-cheeked red cheeks like apple and a wide mouth and embrown eyes and dimpled chad when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden fear jumped in the pit of my venter making me feel ill - had I been caught staring at her ? I turned away awkwardly and asked about the garden to cover my embarrassment.

She transformed. She bounced happily out of the kitchen and started pointing affair out in reply. She started to excuse everything. This was clearly her garden, her bema, her dearest. She led me all around the garden talking the whole clip, excited the whole time. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was intrepid and she gushed about how easy it all was but it really looked like she lived out in the garden, lived for the garden, and spent all her clock time tweaking and weeding and pruning.

The spell was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're house"from the gage threshold. He didn't come out. Sally turned to me"dismal about Darren. He's a bit ... hyperactive underachieving if you know what I mean"she looked aside embarrassed like it was somehow her error."He's not allowed in my garden obviously"she said quietly as though that needed no explanation.

Straightening up and taking charge Sally beckoned"Simon the Zealot, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the way of life up the side. Marvin Neil Simon and Darren said hoarse arrivederci and Simon went up the side. I turned to comply."Eh nice encounter you, eh, ..."she said, still embarrassed."Eh, Jesse James"I finished her time, realising I hadn't even told her my name. I hadn't really told her anything. I'd just been listening the totally time."Sorry about the tea"she said as I left and I looked over my articulatio humeri and smiled"another prison term perhaps ”. It was the kind of robotic response that grown ups give, but it was autopilot and my idea was reeling like a adolescent. She hadn't even put on the kettle.

On the thrust dwelling I tried to get out of Herbert A. Simon what the set up at Darrens was. Paul Simon kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my interest. I didn't want to show my helping hand. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did to the highest degree of the raising and their mum worked long hr. sally had just got a part time job in Woolworth. Darren thought his sis was mean and stupid. Marvin Neil Simon then went on and talked about Darren's remote-control car and how there was a MacDonalds nearby and I tuned out ; he didn't really pick up my interest in Sally.

That weekend all I did was fantasize about sally. I day-dreamed by day and dreamed by night. Standard fare for an eighteen year old shy awkward boy like me to be infatuated with every girl they meet no matter how unrealistic and unapproachable the little girl is.

By Monday, I had a plan. There was only so many Frank Winfield Woolworth near Darren's business firm. Three nearby, in fact, and two twelve if I had to upchuck a wider net. I didn't know what hr she worked or even which twenty-four hours. But I went off meaning to shoot the breeze every undivided Woolies every single hour of every I day until I located her. In my twisted mind this seemed in some way something I needed to do.

I was in my fifth Woolies when I saw her. She looked quite different in the Asa Gray Woolworths apron and uniform. Woolies were always quite silence on Mondays so she was standing bored at a money box future to another girlfriend. Her hair was so shiny. It was her dimples that made me sure as shooting it was Sally.

I didn't have a design. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thinking, I was just somehow acting on instinct. I went up to her public treasury and picked up a biro from the box right in front of it. Who goes and buys a individual pen ? She had a name-tag on her chest saying"Trainee ”. She was completely unfazed that a customer was buying only a pen-"Will that be all ?"

"Hi sortie ”. This broke the pattern. She wasn't expecting a client to say that. She looked up. She smiled and her dimpled chad showed. Her eyes darted sideways both position as though seeing if the coast was clear. She lent slightly forward, and said quietly"Hi James IV, what are you doing here ? ”."I needed a pen"I lied. We both stifled a laugh like it was the mirthful arcanum joke in the world. I followed through with"What time do you get off work ? ”. It was bold. I hadn't rehearsed this. I had no thought what to say and my subconscious took mission, saying the suave kind of thing my quality said in dreams but never dreamed of saying in real life.

sally glanced sideways again, particularly checking the young lady standing at the other till silently watching us."Why ?"Sally asked."You've a long way abode"I said."I take the bus"she replied."I have a car"I countered."Ok"she surrendered, reddening,"3 ”.

I brought the pen. As I left, the other till girl came over to Sally and they started whispering.

Then I had to leg it off to my mum's industrial plant which fortunately wasn't too far from this Woolies and beg off her the car. I had a mission. Driving a girl menage was almost a date. I'd never dared do it before.

At 3pm I went into Woolies and Sally saw me, waved, brushed past the former till girl and disappeared through a door. I stood there stupidly grinning at the former girl, loitering awkwardly. A few minutes later she came out again in normal clothes and I opened the workshop door for her.

We walked in secretiveness to my car. I gallantly opened the car door for her."Thanks"she said. That was all that was said for the first five min. My tummy was doing summerset. I felt a bit queasy.

"So you don't talk much"crack laughed. I tried to express joy back."Do you have a job ?"she asked more seriously."I'm looking-"I replied"do you always fetch up at 3 ? ”. She told me she worked Mondays Wednesday Friday and half day Saturdays.

There was another yearn secretiveness."So are you always going to be so quiet and mysterious ?"she laughed again."Sorry"was all I managed. And then we were getting very close to her planetary house. I felt like this was the big potential ride home, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving directions."Just drag over here"she said, still round the turning point from her house. I stopped the car. Was this when I kiss her ? What do I say ?

As soon as the car stopped she jumped out and, leaning back in, said"Thanks for the lift, St. James. Really revalue it ”. She said it in a smiling nice true voice. And then she was gone. She went up an alley between the back gardens. That was probably the way she always went dwelling house I guess.

I drove back to my mammy study and waited for her to finish.

I didn't eternal sleep so well. Did quip like me ? Were we friends ? I hadn't arranged a date, hadn't got her earphone number, didn't even know if she already had a boyfriend. I felt sick.

The future day, though, somehow I saw thing more positively. With a mistaken assurance I got up early and dropped mum at work so I could give birth the car. And then, still early, I drove around to sallying forth's home. wisecrack didn't oeuvre Tues. I knocked but there was no reply. So I went up the side and let myself into the back garden.

Sally looked up, surprised."I really need to put a ringlet on that gate, don't I ?"she said sweetly."Did Simon forget something, or did you blank out something yesterday ?"she challenged, her dimples twitching."You owe me a cup of tea ?"the said bravely, like my soul else was saying it.

She cracked a all-encompassing welcoming smile and pushed her hair back behind her ears."This metre I might even remember to put the kettle on"she laughed.

I looked around."What are you doing ?"I asked. It was obvious what Sally was doing. sallying forth was planting some small flowers from trays into a pin down flowerbed between a itinerary and a small perfect bandage of lawn.

Forgetting the kettle, she crouched down again on the grass. I squatted down opposite her on the path. She started poking holes in the rebate as she explained what all the plants were and what her plans were.

I wasn't listening. She was wearing very unretentive short pants and a baggy grimy jumper. Her legs were a late tanned Robert Brown. Her knees were caked in dry out mud. Leaning towards each other I was getting promising glimpses down her neck opening. Then she moved slightly to lay down a new mess to one side and now each metre she jabbed the earthly concern I could see clearly down her top. There was a nipple ! She wasn't wearing a bra ! Her petite breasts hung slightly, swaying as she jabbed, and there was a hint of a delicately light pink nipple.

She stopped moving, frigid. I couldn't tear my eyes off her nipple. Slowly I could see more and to a greater extent pap. It was growing ! I was gripped with a sudden fear that she had caught me staring. I swiveled my eye up, afraid, cook to puddle apologies.

But she wasn't looking at me. She was staring down. She was staring at my crotch. With a panicked smell I realised I was sporting a flub ! Then she must cause felt my eyes on her, and her eyes flashed upwards to meet mine. She crouched very still and went very red. Our heads were close. Instinctively we slowly both lent forward more and more until our noses grazed and then our lips touched. It was like an lightning dash. It was a fundamental urge.

She was tiny and I weighed more than her. I had overreached. She was just that bit too far away. I lost my rest and lent into her for support, but this just pushed her backwards so she rolled onto the lawn. Her handwriting had somehow snaked around my neck without me noticing and she pulled me with her. Some small part of my brain was scared I'd trample her flowerbed so I sort of sprung forwards to jump it, pushing her faster so we both ended up laying on the lawn with me on top of her.

Sally giggled. Our brow were touching. I could only await at her center, so near, so clear, so sparkling. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. Her tongue was darting, searching hungrily. Her script were running all over the back of my drumhead. I was propped on one elbow so as not to demolish her, my early mitt on autopilot running up and down the incline of her torso.

Then my manus moved inwards, searching out her boob. She froze, our lips still locked together. She pulled our rim apart but didn't let go of my headland. Our forehead pressed together, she panted sexily and said"we'd dear occupy this inside ”.

I followed her in. She kicked off her Plimsoll mark and, grabbing my hand, dragged me straight and upstairs.

It was obviously her bedchamber. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her back to close the door and holding it shut like she was trapping me inside."I haven't done this variety of thing before"she said coyly, sounding suddenly aflutter and vulnerable."Me neither ”. My philia was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the backtalk, trying to stimulate her flavour not think, scared that she might be having second thoughts.

We were pressed so shut down together I could feel her heart racing as, eyes closed, she responded aggressively, her hand working rabidly to unbuckle my belt. I pulled her shorts and knickers down together and she kicked them off without breaking the kiss. She spun us both around, gripping me tightly, so her back was to the bed. She started stumbling backwards, pulling me out of the trousers around my ankles, dragged me with her towards the bed. She tugged up my t-shirt and I pulled up her sweater just as her bottom reached the edge of the bed and she sat down. We were naked and we were in her chamber and I was standing over her, standing between her spread legs, her haired pussy love feast. Her peg and shoulders so brown, her breasts tummy and hip so Elwyn Brooks White, the whisker of her kitty-cat so dark and glistening, the gash of bright red nestling invitingly in the middle of it.

I didn't have sentence to expect at her, no clock time to take in the view. Our lips locked again in a big long kiss, our jaws munching like no tomorrow. My manpower ran up her sides and cupped the breast I couldn't see. She started to fall backwards onto the bed dragging me with her, dragging on my dick and lining it up with her slit as she went. I was now ripe on top of her as her little handwriting pointed my stopcock straight into her pussy. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My hips bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and ardent and welcoming. She screamed into my back talk but kept on holding the buss. I started to move but I could feel her hilltop knot in pain and her nails bite into my shoulders and I kept still.

I felt her relax slightly, her nails stabbing me slightly less deeply. Instinctively I started pumping into her, her legs wrapped around me, her heels pulling on my thighs as she encouraged me to impress even faster. Her limb wrapped around me and held me so sozzled. I broke the candy kiss, needing to swig in more air. I started kissing and slobbering over her cervix as she arched her back and moaned loudly. One of my work force cupped a breast and fondled the difficult mamilla. Her pussy was so tight, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in rhythm at a awful rate. I felt a tingle in my orb and then muscle spasm after cramp as guessing after shaft of cum emptied from me.

She held me close, not letting my organic structure leave her, until I was limp. We were pipe down. We were so warm but we didn't want to displace, didn't want to let go. We nuzzled our olfactory organ together, Inuit kissing, our os frontale pressed together, and just laid there contently as our eye slowly returned to normal.

After a piece she pushed me off."Now how about that tea ?"she giggled playfully .