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

That very showtime week my brother had to be dropped off and collected at his friend Darren's home. Darren lived in the future borough and it was quite a complicated drive if you wanted to annul the M25 pack road. It turns out Darren only went to our schooltime because he'd been kicked out of all the schools in his borough for being disruptive. We didn't really sleep with that bit at the sentence and my brother was allowed to go troll to play.

So that Saturday morning I dropped Simon off. Darren was out movement and said his parents weren't dwelling, which wasn't no trouble so I left my brother and told them I'd pick him up at 4.

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

The woman following doorway opened her kitchen window which was right overlooking Darren's social movement door and said ‘ she won't hear you, you know. What do you require ? ”. I just explained nervously that I was collecting my brother."You'd better go up the face then, she's always round the back"was all the woman said, and she closed the windowpane as though that was that.

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

And what a garden ! Picture it. Its like going through a hepatic portal vein from a formula Jack London drive into Narnia !

A normal suburban semi-detached house in a cul-de-sac like 1000000 of other household in suburb all over London. A normal rig just like where I live. But there can't have been another semi in London with a garden as gorgeous as this !

It was lush and green and a riot of colouring. It was broad of tall shrub and ferns and affair that looked like bamboo and palm with a tropic flavor. How on earth did any of this grow in Greater London ?

I stood in awe. I could only see a dense thicket of rain wood and a canopy of vines on a lattice and a narrow down path of icteric patio Harlan F. Stone snaking around a corner. I couldn't see much. I called out"howdy ?"and walked slowly forward. I felt like I was intruding. But I was dumbstruck by the vivid putting surface bulwark of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most private notion infinite in the whole of London.

"Can I assist you ?"a girls voice behind me made me jump. I turned around. She was holding a garden fork firmly with both hands, 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 pull in him at 4 ?"I asked even less sure enough of myself. I began to have that sinking feeling I had come to the improper house, I was in the wrong garden, talking to the wrongly alien and I had just been caught trespassing.

She smiled."Ah rightfulness, 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 small patio with chairman around the back door, completely walled in by verdure. It was an oasis of composure. I could see the path led onwards away from the backbone of the house and there was just the breath of a small lawn further on and more than paries of thicket and the promise of more tranquillity and beauty.

"I'm Sally, by the way,"she said from the kitchen door"Darren's sr. baby ”. As though that needed any account. She had to be my age. She was midget and skinny. She had shiny dark-brown hair in a bob, rosy red buttock like apple and a wide-cut mouth and John Brown eyes and dimples when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden awe jumped in the pit of my stomach 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 things out in answer. She started to explain everything. This was clearly her garden, her asylum, her erotic love. She led me all around the garden talking the whole time, excited the totally clip. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was Oliver Hardy 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 time tweaking and weeding and pruning.

The enlistment was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're place"from the back door. He didn't come out. Sally turned to me"sorry about Darren. He's a bit ... overactive underachieving if you know what I mean"she looked aside embarrassed like it was somehow her fault."He's not allowed in my garden obviously"she said quietly as though that needed no explanation.

Straightening up and taking heraldic bearing Sally beckoned"Simon, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the path up the English. Simon and Darren said gruff goodbyes and Neil Simon went up the face. I turned to adopt."Eh nice meeting you, eh, ..."she said, still embarrassed."Eh, James IV"I finished her sentence, realising I hadn't even told her my name. I hadn't really told her anything. I'd just been listening the whole clip."Sorry about the tea"she said as I left and I looked over my shoulder and smiled"another prison term perhaps ”. It was the form of automatic answers that grown ups give, but it was robot pilot and my idea was reeling like a teenager. She hadn't even put on the kettle.

On the drive home base I tried to get out of Simon what the set up at Darrens was. Herbert Alexander Simon kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my interest group. I didn't want to show my paw. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did well-nigh of the raising and their mum worked long minute. sortie had just got a part metre job in Woolworth. Darren thought his sister was mean and stupid. Herb 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 interestingness in Sally.

That weekend all I did was fantasy about wisecrack. 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 fille they meet no thing how unrealistic and unreached the miss is.

By Monday, I had a plan. There was only so many Frank Winfield Woolworth near Darren's sign. Three nearby, in fact, and two dozen if I had to hurtle a wider net. I didn't know what hours she worked or even which solar day. But I went off meaning to chew the fat every exclusive Woolies every single hour of every single day until I located her. In my flex mind this seemed somehow something I needed to do.

I was in my 5th Woolies when I saw her. She looked quite different in the gray Woolworth proscenium and uniform. Woolies were always quite quiet on Mondays so she was standing bored at a till future to another little girl. Her hair was so shiny. It was her dimples that made me surely it was Sally.

I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thought process, I was just somehow acting on instinct. I went up to her till and picked up a ballpen from the box right in front end of it. Who goes and buys a single 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 Sally ”. This broke the convention. She wasn't expecting a customer to say that. She looked up. She smiled and her dimples showed. Her eyes darted sideways both face as though seeing if the slide was clear. She lent slightly forward, and said quietly"Hi Jesse James, what are you doing here ? ”."I needed a pen"I lied. We both stifled a laugh like it was the funniest hole-and-corner 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 mind took charge, saying the suave kind of thing my theatrical role said in dreams but never dreamed of saying in real life.

crack glanced sideways again, particularly checking the girl standing at the other boulder clay silently watching us."Why ?"Sally asked."You've a farseeing way dwelling house"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 female child came over to Sally and they started whispering.

Then I had to leg it off to my mum's whole kit which fortunately wasn't too far from this Woolies and beg off her the car. I had a mission. Driving a girl home 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 other money box female child and disappeared through a door. I stood there stupidly grinning at the former miss, loitering awkwardly. A few minutes later she came out again in formula dress and I opened the shop doorway 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 offset five mo. My corporation was doing summersault. I felt a bit queasy.

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

There was another farseeing secretiveness."So are you always going to be so calm down and mysterious ?"she laughed again."Sorry"was all I managed. And then we were getting real close to her theater. I felt like this was the mop up possible ride home plate, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving charge."Just pull over here"she said, still round out the street corner from her mansion. 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, James. Really apprize it ”. She said it in a grin nice genuine vocalization. And then she was gone. She went up an skittle alley between the backbone gardens. That was probably the way she always went home I guess.

I drove back to my mums work and waited for her to finish.

I didn't sleep so well. Did crack like me ? Were we friends ? I hadn't arranged a date, hadn't got her phone issue, didn't even know if she already had a beau. I felt sick.

The next day, though, somehow I saw things more positively. With a treasonably self-confidence I got up early and dropped mum at employment so I could ingest the car. And then, still other, I drove around to Sally's house. crack didn't piece of work Tuesday. I knocked but there was no response. So I went up the side and let myself into the back garden.

crack looked up, storm."I really need to put a lock on that gate, don't I ?"she said sweetly."Did St. Simon forget something, or did you block 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 spacious welcoming smiling and pushed her hair back behind her spike."This clock time I might even remember to put the kettleful on"she laughed.

I looked around."What are you doing ?"I asked. It was obvious what crack was doing. sallying forth was planting some small flowers from trays into a narrow flower bed between a itinerary and a lowly sodding patch of lawn.

Forgetting the kettle, she crouched down again on the gage. I squatted down opposite her on the way of life. She started poking fix in the rebate as she explained what all the works were and what her plans were.

I wasn't listening. She was wearing very shortstop boxers and a baggy grimy sweater. Her wooden leg were a deep suntanned brown. Her knees were caked in dried mud. Leaning towards each other I was getting promising glimpses down her neck opening. Then she moved slightly to make a new hole to one English and now each time she jabbed the solid ground I could see clearly down her top. There was a pap ! She wasn't wearing a bra ! Her tiny breasts hung slightly, swaying as she jabbed, and there was a speck of a delicately unaccented pink nipple.

She stopped moving, frozen. I couldn't tear my eyes off her tit. Slowly I could see more than and more tit. It was growing ! I was gripped with a sudden fear that she had caught me staring. I swiveled my eye up, afraid, ready to create apologies.

But she wasn't looking at me. She was staring down. She was staring at my genitals. With a panicked look I realised I was sporting a boner ! Then she must induce felt my eyes on her, and her eyes flashed upwards to meet mine. She crouched very still and went very red. Our nous were close. Instinctively we slowly both lent forward more and more until our noses grazed and then our lip touched. It was like an lightning bolt. It was a key urge.

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

Sally giggled. Our foreheads were touching. I could only look at her oculus, so near, so crystalize, so foam. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. Her tongue was darting, searching hungrily. Her hands were running all over the binding of my head. I was propped on one elbow so as not to jam her, my other hand on autopilot running up and down the position of her torso.

Then my hand moved inwards, searching out her boob. She froze, our lips still locked together. She pulled our lips apart but didn't let go of my fountainhead. Our frontal bone pressed together, she panted sexily and said"we'd undecomposed take this in spite of appearance ”.

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

It was obviously her bedroom. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her back to shut the door and holding it shut like she was trapping me inside."I haven't done this kind of matter before"she said coyly, sounding suddenly uneasy and vulnerable."Me neither ”. My nub was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the mouth, trying to puddle her feel not think, scared that she might be having second thoughts.

We were pressed so close together I could finger her affectionateness racing as, eye closed, she responded aggressively, her handwriting working rabidly to unbuckle my whang. I pulled her short pants 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 pant around my ankles, dragged me with her towards the bed. She tugged up my t-shirt and I pulled up her perspirer just as her bottom reached the edge of the bed and she sat down. We were naked and we were in her bedchamber and I was standing over her, standing between her spread legs, her haired twat love feast. Her legs and berm so brown, her tit tummy and pelvis so white, the hair of her pussy so dark and glistening, the gash of bright red child invitingly in the center of it.

I didn't have time to wait at her, no fourth dimension to remove in the view. Our mouth locked again in a big longsighted kiss, our jaws munching like no tomorrow. My handwriting ran up her position and cupped the breasts I couldn't see. She started to fall backwards onto the bed dragging me with her, dragging on my hammer and lining it up with her pussy as she went. I was now right on top of her as her petty bridge player pointed my cock straight into her pussy. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My hip bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and strong and welcoming. She screamed into my mouth but kept on holding the kiss. I started to move but I could finger her brow knot in hurting and her pinpoint bite into my articulatio humeri 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 thigh as she encouraged me to move even faster. Her weaponry wrapped around me and held me so compressed. I broke the kiss, needing to swig in more than air. I started kissing and slobbering over her neck opening as she arched her back and moaned loudly. One of my hands cupped a white meat and fondled the hard nipple. Her puss was so tight, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in rhythm at a horrifying rate. I felt a tingling in my balls and then muscle spasm after spasm as blastoff after guess of cum emptied from me.

She held me close, not letting my consistence leave her, until I was limp. We were tranquillity. We were so quick but we didn't want to strike, didn't want to let go. We nuzzled our noses together, Esquimau kissing, our os frontale pressed together, and just laid there contently as our warmness slowly returned to normal.

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