I'd just got my driving license and I was allowed to take up my parents car on condition I did the errands like drop curtain my kid brother off to play with his acquaintance and all that dirt that my parents had had to do before I passed the trial run. I didn't really take care. Anything to get to drive.

That very initiatory week my brother had to be dropped off and collected at his friend Darren's theater. Darren lived in the following borough and it was quite a complicated drive if you wanted to annul the M25 ring road. It turns out Darren only went to our school because he'd been kicked out of all the schools in his borough for being troubled. We didn't really do it that bit at the time and my brother was allowed to go round to play.

So that Sabbatum dawn I dropped Simon off. Darren was out forepart and said his parents weren't base, which wasn't no problem 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 calm down. I knocked on the door. There wasn't any answer.

The cleaning woman side by side door opened her kitchen window which was mightily overlooking Darren's front door and said ‘ she won't hear you, you know. What do you want ? ”. I just explained nervously that I was collecting my pal."You'd unspoiled go up the side then, she's always round the back"was all the woman said, and she closed the window as though that was that.

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

And what a garden ! Picture it. Its like going through a portal from a pattern London drive into Narnia !

A convention suburban semi-detached house in a cul-de-sac like millions of early houses in suburban area all over Greater London. A normal semi just like where I live. But there can't have been another semitrailer in British capital with a garden as gorgeous as this !

It was lucullan and dark-green and a riot of colour. It was replete of tall bush and ferns and things that looked like bamboo and medal with a tropic flavour. How on earth did any of this grow in John Griffith Chaney ?

I stood in awe. I could only see a dense copse of rain woodland and a canopy of vines on a lattice and a narrow way of chicken patio Oliver Stone snaking around a turning point. 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 rampart of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most buck private feeling space in the whole of London.

"Can I serve you ?"a girls voice behind me made me jump. I turned around. She was holding a garden crotch 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 hoard 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 pile up him at 4 ?"I asked even less sure as shooting of myself. I began to have that sinking tactile sensation I had come to the wrong house, I was in the haywire garden, talking to the wrong stranger and I had just been caught trespassing.

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

Not waiting for an reply she walked around the crook in the path and disappeared. I followed. Around the corner was a small patio with chairwoman around the back room access, completely walled in by greenery. It was an oasis of composure. I could see the path led onwards away from the spine of the house and there was just the hint of a minuscule lawn further on and more than walls of brushwood and the hope of more quietude and beauty.

"I'm sallying forth, by the way,"she said from the kitchen room access"Darren's quondam sis ”. As though that needed any explanation. She had to be my age. She was diminutive and skinny. She had bright brown hair in a bob, flushed red impertinence like Malus pumila and a wide sass and brown heart and pregnant chad when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden fear jumped in the pit of my belly making me find 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 matter out in answer. She started to excuse everything. This was clearly her garden, her refuge, her love. She led me all around the garden talking the unharmed prison term, excited the whole clip. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was Hardy and she gushed about how well-situated 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 tour was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're home"from the hinder room access. He didn't come out. Sally turned to me"drear 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 bang Sally beckoned"Simon Zelotes, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the way up the side. Neil Simon and Darren said gruff goodbye and Simon went up the side. I turned to stick with."Eh skillful meeting you, eh, ..."she said, still embarrassed."Eh, James"I finished her sentence, realising I hadn't even told her my figure. I hadn't really told her anything. I'd just been listening the all metre."Sorry about the tea"she said as I left and I looked over my articulatio humeri and smiled"another time perhaps ”. It was the kind of automatic response that grown ups give, but it was automatic pilot and my mind was reeling like a stripling. She hadn't even put on the kettle.

On the drive domicile I tried to get out of Simon Zelotes what the set up at Darrens was. Simon the Zealot kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my interest. I didn't want to show my script. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did virtually of the lift and their mum worked retentive hour. crack had just got a parting fourth dimension job in Woolworths. Darren thought his sister was mean and dolt. 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. criterion fare for an eighteen year old shy awkward boy like me to be infatuated with every female child they meet no matter how unrealistic and out of reach the fille is.

By Monday, I had a plan. There was only so many Woolworth near Darren's planetary house. Three nearby, in fact, and two dozen if I had to cast a wider net. I didn't eff what hours she worked or even which days. But I went off meaning to inflict every single Woolies every undivided hour of every single day until I located her. In my twine mind this seemed somehow something I needed to do.

I was in my fifth Woolies when I saw her. She looked quite different in the grey Woolworths apron and uniform. Woolies were always quite quiet on Monday so she was standing bored at a till next to another girl. Her hair was so sheeny. It was her dimples that made me for certain it was Sally.

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

"Hi quip ”. This broke the formula. She wasn't expecting a client to say that. She looked up. She smiled and her pregnant chad showed. Her optic darted sideways both position as though seeing if the coast was gain. She lent slightly forward, and said quietly"Hi James, what are you doing here ? ”."I needed a pen"I lied. We both stifled a jest like it was the funniest closed book jocularity 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 idea what to say and my subconscious took explosive charge, saying the suave kind of thing my characters said in ambition but never dreamed of saying in substantial life.

Sally glanced sideways again, particularly checking the girl standing at the early till silently watching us."Why ?"Sally asked."You've a long way home"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 money box girl came over to sortie and they started whispering.

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

At 3pm I went into Woolies and quip saw me, waved, brushed past the other till lady friend and disappeared through a door. I stood there stupidly grinning at the other little girl, loitering awkwardly. A few min later she came out again in normal wearing apparel and I opened the shop room access for her.

We walked in quiet to my car. I gallantly opened the car threshold for her."Thanks"she said. That was all that was said for the number 1 five proceedings. My tummy was doing somersault. I felt a bit queasy.

"So you don't talk a lot"sallying forth laughed. I tried to laugh back."Do you have a job ?"she asked more seriously."I'm looking-"I replied"do you always finish at 3 ? ”. She told me she worked Mondays Wednesdays Fridays and half day Saturdays.

There was another long silence."So are you always going to be so still and mysterious ?"she laughed again."Sorry"was all I managed. And then we were getting genuine close to her house. I felt like this was the worst possible ride home, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving directions."Just wrench over here"she said, still round the corner 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, Epistle of James. Really appreciate it ”. She said it in a smiling nice genuine voice. And then she was gone. She went up an alley between the back gardens. That was probably the way she always went home I guess.

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

I didn't sleep so well. Did sally like me ? Were we ally ? I hadn't arranged a date, hadn't got her sound number, didn't even know if she already had a beau. I felt sick.

The succeeding day, though, somehow I saw thing more positively. With a false self-assurance I got up early and dropped mum at work so I could have the car. And then, still other, I drove around to sortie's business firm. Sally didn't work Tues. I knocked but there was no reply. So I went up the side and let myself into the back garden.

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

She cracked a wide welcoming smile and pushed her pilus back behind her ears."This time I might even think of to put the kettle on"she laughed.

I looked around."What are you doing ?"I asked. It was obvious what wisecrack was doing. Sally was planting some belittled flowers from trays into a nail down flower bed between a path and a small perfect patch of lawn.

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

I wasn't listening. She was wearing very inadequate shorts and a baggy grimy sweater. Her stage were a cryptic tanned brown. Her knees were caked in dried mud. Leaning towards each other I was getting promising glance down her neck opening move. Then she moved slightly to make a new hole to one incline and now each time she jabbed the earth I could see clearly down her top. There was a nipple ! She wasn't wearing a bra ! Her tiny tit hung slightly, swaying as she jabbed, and there was a hint of a delicately lightsome pink nipple.

She stopped moving, freeze out. I couldn't tear my eyes off her teat. Slowly I could see to a greater extent and more nipple. It was growing ! I was gripped with a sudden veneration that she had caught me staring. I swiveled my eye up, afraid, ready to make believe apologies.

But she wasn't looking at me. She was staring down. She was staring at my genitalia. With a panicked tactile sensation I realised I was sporting a boner ! Then she must stimulate felt my eyes on her, and her center flashed upwards to satisfy mine. She crouched very still and went very red. Our head teacher were close. Instinctively we slowly both lent forward more and more until our nose grazed and then our brim touched. It was like an lightning bolt. It was a primal urge.

She was tiny and I weighed more than her. I had overreached. She was just that bit too far away. I lost my balance and Lententide into her for support, but this just pushed her backwards so she rolled onto the lawn. Her hired man had somehow snaked around my neck without me noticing and she pulled me with her. Some small-scale section of my head was scared I'd trample her flowerbed so I form of sprung forwards to stand out it, pushing her faster so we both ended up laying on the lawn with me on top of her.

sally giggled. Our os frontale were touching. I could only see at her eye, so near, so clear, so sparkling. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. Her tongue was darting, searching hungrily. Her hands were running all over the rear of my promontory. I was propped on one elbow so as not to crush her, my other helping hand on autopilot running up and down the side of her torso.

Then my manus moved inwards, searching out her breast. She froze, our back talk still locked together. She pulled our lips apart but didn't let go of my foreland. Our brow pressed together, she panted sexily and said"we'd in force take this inside ”.

I followed her in. She kicked off her plimsolls and, grabbing my hand, dragged me full-strength and upstairs.

It was obviously her chamber. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her spinal column to close the room access and holding it shut like she was trapping me inside."I haven't done this kind of thing before"she said coyly, sounding suddenly nervous and vulnerable."Me neither ”. My heart was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the mouth, trying to make her spirit not conceive, scared that she might be having irregular thoughts.

We were pressed so close together I could finger her affectionateness racing as, eyes closed, she responded aggressively, her deal 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 trouser 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 sharpness of the bed and she sat down. We were naked and we were in her bedroom and I was standing over her, standing between her bedcover leg, her hairy slit agape. Her legs and shoulder so brown, her breasts breadbasket and rose hip so white, the hair of her pussycat so dark and glistening, the gash of bright red nestling invitingly in the middle of it.

I didn't have time to look at her, no time to study in the thought. Our lips locked again in a big long buss, our jaws munching like no tomorrow. My hands ran up her English and cupped the breasts I couldn't see. She started to come backwards onto the bed dragging me with her, dragging on my cock and lining it up with her pussycat as she went. I was now rectify on top of her as her little hand pointed my cock straight into her pussy. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My pelvic arch bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and affectionate and welcoming. She screamed into my mouth but kept on holding the kiss. I started to strike but I could feel her brow mile in pain and her cop bit into my shoulder joint 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 displace even faster. Her limb wrapped around me and held me so mean. I broke the candy 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 hired hand cupped a breast and fondled the hard mammilla. Her snatch was so tight, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in rhythm method at a horrible rate. I felt a tingling in my Lucille Ball and then cramp after cramp as stroke after shot of cum emptied from me.

She held me close, not letting my consistence leave her, until I was limp. We were tranquility. We were so warm but we didn't want to move, didn't want to let go. We nuzzled our olfactory organ together, eskimo petting, our frontal bone pressed together, and just laid there contently as our warmness slowly returned to normal.

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