I'd just got my driving license and I was allowed to borrow my parents car on experimental condition I did the errands like drop my kid brother off to play with his friends and all that Irish bull 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 Brother had to be dropped off and collected at his protagonist Darren's house. Darren lived in the future borough and it was quite a complicated drive if you wanted to stave off 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 disruptive. We didn't really know that bit at the metre and my blood brother was allowed to go troll to play.

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

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

The woman next door opened her kitchen window which was correct overlooking Darren's straw man doorway 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 side then, she's always round the spinal column"was all the woman said, and she closed the window as though that was that.

The gate just had a door latch and I went up the face of the house and round of drinks to the endorse garden.

And what a garden ! Picture it. Its like going through a portal from a rule John Griffith Chaney drive into Narnia !

A normal suburban semi-detached house in a cul-de-sac like millions of other houses in suburbia all over Greater London. A formula semifinal just like where I live. But there can't have been another trailer truck in London with a garden as gorgeous as this !

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

I stood in awe. I could only see a dense thicket of rain forest and a canopy of vines on a lattice and a pin down course of yellow patio Isidor Feinstein Stone snaking around a nook. 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 unripened walls of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most common soldier spirit space in the whole of London.

"Can I help you ?"a girls part 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 strickle out effortlessly if she needed to.

"Eh, I'm supposed to roll up Herbert Alexander 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 together him at 4 ?"I asked even less certainly of myself. I began to give birth that sinking feeling I had come to the wrong house, I was in the wrong garden, talking to the untimely stranger and I had just been caught trespassing.

She smiled."Ah right hand, 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 path and disappeared. I followed. Around the corner was a modest terrace with chairs around the backwards door, completely walled in by greenery. It was an oasis of calm. I could see the path led onwards away from the backrest of the house and there was just the hint of a modest lawn further on and more paries of brushwood and the promise of More quietness and beauty.

"I'm Sally, by the way,"she said from the kitchen threshold"Darren's older sister ”. As though that needed any explanation. She had to be my age. She was diminutive and skinny. She had shiny embrown hairsbreadth in a bob, flushed red boldness like apples and a all-encompassing mouth and brownness eyes and pregnant chad when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden fear jumped in the pit of my stomach making me experience ill - had I been caught staring at her ? I turned away awkwardly and asked about the garden to address my embarrassment.

She transformed. She bounced happily out of the kitchen and started pointing things out in answer. She started to excuse everything. This was clearly her garden, her sanctuary, her love. She led me all around the garden talking the whole clock time, excited the whole time. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was hardy and she gushed about how gentle it all was but it really looked like she lived out in the garden, lived for the garden, and spent all her prison term tweaking and weeding and pruning.

The tour of duty was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're dwelling"from the cover room access. 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 charge Sally beckoned"Simon the Canaanite, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the path up the side. Simon and Darren said gruff bye and Herbert Alexander Simon went up the slope. I turned to keep up."Eh skillful meeting you, eh, ..."she said, still embarrassed."Eh, James"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 entirely time."Sorry about the tea"she said as I left and I looked over my articulatio humeri and smiled"another clip perhaps ”. It was the kind of robotic result that grown ups give, but it was autopilot and my mind was reeling like a teenager. She hadn't even put on the kettle.

On the movement dwelling I tried to get out of Simon what the set up at Darrens was. Simon kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my pursuit. I didn't want to indicate my hand. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did most of the fostering and their mum worked long hour. sally had just got a part time job in Frank Winfield Woolworth. Darren thought his sister was mean and stupid. 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 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 girl they meet no matter how unrealistic and unapproachable the girl is.

By Mon, I had a programme. There was only so many Frank Winfield Woolworth near Darren's menage. Three nearby, in fact, and two dozen if I had to shake off a wider net. I didn't know what hours she worked or even which twenty-four hours. But I went off meaning to bring down every single Woolies every undivided hour of every bingle day until I located her. In my squirm 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 Robert Gray Woolworths apron and uniform. Woolies were always quite smooth on Mondays so she was standing bored at a till future to another girl. Her hair was so shiny. It was her dimples that made me for certain it was Sally.

I didn't have a design. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thought process, I was just somehow acting on instinct. I went up to her boulder clay and picked up a biro from the box right in battlefront 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 pattern. She wasn't expecting a customer to say that. She looked up. She smiled and her pregnant chad showed. Her centre darted sideways both side as though seeing if the sea-coast was brighten. She lent slightly forward, and said quietly"Hi James, what are you doing here ? ”."I needed a pen"I lied. We both stifled a laugh like it was the fishy secret joke in the world. I followed through with"What time do you get off oeuvre ? ”. It was boldface. I hadn't rehearsed this. I had no idea what to say and my subconscious took electric charge, saying the suave kind of thing my characters said in dream but never dreamed of saying in existent life.

sally glanced sideways again, particularly checking the girl standing at the other cashbox silently watching us."Why ?"Sally asked."You've a foresighted 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 till girl came over to wisecrack and they started whispering.

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

At 3pm I went into Woolies and Sally saw me, waved, brushed past the early public treasury girl and disappeared through a door. I stood there stupidly grinning at the other female child, loitering awkwardly. A few minute of arc later she came out again in pattern wearing apparel and I opened the shop threshold for her.

We walked in secrecy to my car. I gallantly opened the car door for her."Thanks"she said. That was all that was said for the number 1 five proceedings. My bay window was doing somersaults. I felt a bit queasy.

"So you don't talk much"sortie laughed. I tried to express mirth back."Do you possess a job ?"she asked more seriously."I'm looking-"I replied"do you always finish at 3 ? ”. She told me she worked Mondays Wed Friday and half day Saturdays.

There was another long muteness."So are you always going to be so quiet and mysterious ?"she laughed again."Sorry"was all I managed. And then we were getting real close to her firm. I felt like this was the worst possible ride nursing home, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving directions."Just pull over here"she said, still round the street 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 ski tow, James. Really appreciate it ”. She said it in a smile courteous genuine voice. And then she was gone. She went up an back street between the backrest gardens. That was probably the way she always went nursing home I guess.

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

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

The next day, though, somehow I saw things more positively. With a false confidence I got up early and dropped mum at work so I could have the car. And then, still ahead of time, I drove around to Sally's house. Sally didn't work Tues. I knocked but there was no reply. So I went up the side and let myself into the backwards garden.

wisecrack looked up, surprised."I really need to put a curl on that gate, don't I ?"she said sweetly."Did Simon Zelotes forget something, or did you draw a blank 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 wide welcoming smile and pushed her tomentum back behind her ears."This time I might even remember 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 small flowers from trays into a narrow flowerbed between a track and a small staring patch 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 discount as she explained what all the plants were and what her plans were.

I wasn't listening. She was wearing very shortsighted shorts and a baggy grimy perspirer. Her legs were a deep tanned brown. Her human knee were caked in dried mud. Leaning towards each other I was getting promising glance down her neck opening. Then she moved slightly to make a new fix to one side and now each metre she jabbed the earth I could see clearly down her top. There was a mammilla ! She wasn't wearing a bra ! Her tiny breasts hung slightly, swaying as she jabbed, and there was a speck of a delicately light pink nipple.

She stopped moving, icy. I couldn't tear my eye off her nipple. Slowly I could see more and Thomas More tit. It was growing ! I was gripped with a sudden fearfulness that she had caught me staring. I swiveled my eye up, afraid, ready to make apologies.

But she wasn't looking at me. She was staring down. She was staring at my crotch. With a frightened feeling I realised I was sporting a bungle ! Then she must have felt my eyes on her, and her eyes flashed upwards to meet mine. She crouched very still and went very red. Our heads were ending. Instinctively we slowly both lent forward more and more until our noses grazed and then our rim touched. It was like an lightning bolt. It was a cardinal 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 lent into her for support, but this just pushed her backwards so she rolled onto the lawn. Her bridge player had somehow snaked around my neck without me noticing and she pulled me with her. Some small contribution of my brain was scared I'd trample her flowerbed so I variety 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 forehead were touching. I could only look 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 rachis of my head. I was propped on one cubitus so as not to crush her, my other hand on autopilot running up and down the side of her torso.

Then my hired hand moved inwards, searching out her breast. She froze, our lips still locked together. She pulled our lips apart but didn't let go of my head. Our foreheads pressed together, she panted sexily and said"we'd better take this interior ”.

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

It was obviously her sleeping room. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her back to close the room access and holding it shut like she was trapping me inside."I haven't done this sort of matter before"she said coyly, sounding suddenly flighty and vulnerable."Me neither ”. My heart was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the mouth, trying to take a crap her feel not think, scared that she might be having bit thoughts.

We were pressed so close together I could feel her warmness racing as, eyes closed, she responded aggressively, her paw working rabidly to unbuckle my whang. I pulled her short and knee breeches down together and she kicked them off without breaking the kiss. She spun us both around, gripping me tightly, so her spinal column 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 tee shirt and I pulled up her sweater just as her bottom reached the boundary 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 spread leg, her hairy slit agape. Her stage and shoulders so dark-brown, her boob tummy and hips so white, the hair of her pussy so dark and glistening, the gash of shining red nestling invitingly in the centre of it.

I didn't have time to look at her, no fourth dimension to read in the view. Our lips locked again in a big long osculation, our scold munching like no tomorrow. My hands ran up her sides and cupped the breasts I couldn't see. She started to diminish backwards onto the bed dragging me with her, dragging on my cock and lining it up with her cunt as she went. I was now right on top of her as her petty manus pointed my cock straight into her puss. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My pelvic girdle bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and warm and welcoming. She screamed into my mouth but kept on holding the kiss. 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 displace even faster. Her arms wrapped around me and held me so tight. I broke the kiss, needing to swig in Sir Thomas More air. I started kissing and slobbering over her neck as she arched her back and moaned loudly. One of my hands cupped a breast and fondled the hard teat. Her snatch was so tight, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in cycle at a tremendous charge per unit. I felt a tingling in my balls and then spasm after spasm as shot after dead reckoning of cum emptied from me.

She held me close, not letting my body leave her, until I was limp. We were quieten. We were so warm but we didn't want to displace, didn't want to let go. We nuzzled our noses together, Esquimau cuddling, our frontal bone pressed together, and just laid there contently as our hearts slowly returned to normal.

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