I'd just got my drive license and I was allowed to take over my parents car on condition I did the errands like drop my kid brother off to play with his friends and all that bullshit that my parents had had to do before I passed the trial. I didn't really mind. Anything to get to drive.

That very 1st 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 refine drive if you wanted to avoid 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 tumultuous. We didn't really sleep together that bit at the time and my buddy was allowed to go daily round to play.

So that Saturday sunup I dropped St. Simon off. Darren was out figurehead and said his parents weren't dwelling, which wasn't no problem 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 quiet. I knocked on the doorway. There wasn't any answer.

The woman next door opened her kitchen window which was veracious overlooking Darren's movement door and said ‘ she won't hear you, you know. What do you want ? ”. I just explained nervously that I was collecting my chum."You'd ripe go up the side of meat then, she's always round the plump for"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 side of meat of the planetary house and one shot to the back garden.

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

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

It was plushy and putting surface and a thigh-slapper of semblance. It was full of tall shrubs and ferns and things that looked like bamboo and medallion with a tropical look. How on dry land 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 minute route of yellowish 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 walls of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most private feeling space in the unit of London.

"Can I help oneself you ?"a female child voice behind me made me jump. I turned around. She was holding a garden fork firmly with both paw, 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 sure of myself. I began to bear that sinking feeling I had come to the wrong sign, I was in the wrong garden, talking to the wrong stranger 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 path and disappeared. I followed. Around the street corner was a small patio with chairman around the rearwards doorway, completely walled in by greenery. It was an oasis of calm. I could see the way led onwards away from the back of the menage and there was just the trace of a small lawn further on and more walls of copse and the hope of more quiet and beauty.

"I'm sortie, by the way,"she said from the kitchen doorway"Darren's erstwhile Sister ”. As though that needed any explanation. She had to be my age. She was petite and skinny. She had shiny brown pilus in a bob, rosy red cheeks like apples and a wide mouth and brownish eyes and dimples when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden care jumped in the pit of my stomach making me sense 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 solution. She started to explicate everything. This was clearly her garden, her asylum, her love. She led me all around the garden talking the whole time, excited the unscathed time. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was 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 clip tweaking and weeding and pruning.

The term of enlistment was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're home"from the back door. 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 error."He's not allowed in my garden obviously"she said quietly as though that needed no explanation.

Straightening up and taking guardianship Sally beckoned"Simon, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the route up the side. Herbert A. Simon and Darren said crusty goodbyes and Simon went up the side. I turned to stick with."Eh nice encounter you, eh, ..."she said, still embarrassed."Eh, James"I finished her conviction, realising I hadn't even told her my name. I hadn't really told her anything. I'd just been listening the solid time."Sorry about the tea"she said as I left and I looked over my shoulder and smiled"another prison term perhaps ”. It was the kind of reflexive answers that grown ups give, but it was autopilot and my head was reeling like a teen. She hadn't even put on the kettle.

On the drive home I tried to get out of Paul Simon what the set up at Darrens was. Simon the Canaanite kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my interest. I didn't want to depict my hired hand. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did most of the raising and their mum worked long 60 minutes. Sally had just got a theatrical role time job in Woolworths. Darren thought his sister was beggarly and dullard. 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 Nox. Standard menu for an XVIII year old shy awkward boy like me to be infatuated with every female child they meet no matter how unrealistic and unapproachable the fille is.

By Monday, I had a plan. There was only so many Woolworths near Darren's house. Three nearby, in fact, and two 12 if I had to cast a wider net. I didn't know what hours she worked or even which days. But I went off meaning to visit every 1 Woolies every undivided hour of every single day until I located her. In my perverted idea this seemed someway something I needed to do.

I was in my fifth Woolies when I saw her. She looked quite different in the grayish Woolworths apron and uniform. Woolies were always quite calm down on Monday so she was standing bored at a money box succeeding to another young woman. Her fuzz was so shiny. It was her dimples that made me for sure it was Sally.

I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thinking, I was just somehow acting on instinct. I went up to her till and picked up a ballpoint from the box right hand in front 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 quip ”. This broke the pattern. She wasn't expecting a client to say that. She looked up. She smiled and her dimples showed. Her eyes darted sideways both side as though seeing if the coast was clear. She lent slightly forward, and said quietly"Hi James, what are you doing here ? ”."I needed a pen"I lied. We both stifled a jape like it was the funniest secret jest 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 mind what to say and my subconscious took charge, saying the suave kind of thing my fibre said in dreams but never dreamed of saying in real life.

sortie glanced sideways again, particularly checking the missy standing at the other money box 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 till girl came over to Sally and they started whispering.

Then I had to leg it off to my mum's works which fortunately wasn't too far from this Woolies and beg off her the car. I had a mission. Driving a fille 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 missy and disappeared through a door. I stood there stupidly grinning at the other girl, loitering awkwardly. A few bit later she came out again in normal clothes and I opened the shop threshold for her.

We walked in quiet to my car. I gallantly opened the car doorway for her."Thanks"she said. That was all that was said for the first five minutes. My tummy was doing flip. I felt a bit queasy.

"So you don't public lecture practically"wisecrack laughed. I tried to laugh back."Do you have a job ?"she asked more seriously."I'm looking-"I replied"do you always wind up at 3 ? ”. She told me she worked Mondays Wednesdays Fridays and one-half day Saturdays.

There was another long silence."So are you always going to be so quiet and deep ?"she laughed again."Sorry"was all I managed. And then we were getting material close to her menage. I felt like this was the worst potential ride home, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving focusing."Just clout over here"she said, still round off 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, James. Really take account it ”. She said it in a smiling Nice real voice. And then she was gone. She went up an alley between the rachis gardens. That was probably the way she always went home I guess.

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

I didn't sleep so well. Did quip like me ? Were we Friend ? I hadn't arranged a date, hadn't got her speech sound number, didn't even know if she already had a young man. I felt sick.

The next day, though, somehow I saw things more positively. With a off-key sureness I got up early and dropped mum at oeuvre so I could have the car. And then, still early, I drove around to sally's house. wisecrack didn't work Tuesday. I knocked but there was no reply. So I went up the side and let myself into the binding garden.

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

She cracked a wide welcoming grin and pushed her haircloth back behind her ears."This prison term I might even commend to put the kettle on"she laughed.

I looked around."What are you doing ?"I asked. It was obvious what Sally was doing. Sally was planting some small peak from trays into a narrow down flowerbed between a path and a minuscule perfect eyepatch of lawn.

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

I wasn't listening. She was wearing very poor shorts and a sloppy grimy sweater. Her wooden leg were a cryptic tanned Brown. Her knees were caked in dehydrated mud. Leaning towards each former I was getting promising glimpses down her neck gap. Then she moved slightly to make a new hole to one side and now each clip she jabbed the earthly concern I could see clearly down her top. There was a mamilla ! She wasn't wearing a bra ! Her tiny boob hung slightly, swaying as she jabbed, and there was a lead of a delicately light pink nipple.

She stopped moving, frozen. I couldn't tear my oculus off her nipple. Slowly I could see more 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, set to fix apologies.

But she wasn't looking at me. She was staring down. She was staring at my crotch. With a panic-struck feeling I realised I was sporting a bloomer ! Then she must birth felt my eye 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 contribute forward more and more until our nozzle grazed and then our backtalk touched. It was like an lightning deadbolt. It was a aboriginal urge.

She was flyspeck 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 hands had somehow snaked around my neck opening without me noticing and she pulled me with her. Some humble function of my brain was scared I'd trample her flower bed so I kind 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 centre, so near, so clear, so coruscate. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. Her natural language was darting, searching hungrily. Her paw were running all over the back of my head. I was propped on one elbow joint so as not to beat out her, my other deal on autopilot running up and down the English of her torso.

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

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

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

We were pressed so close together I could feel her kernel racing as, oculus 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 ankle joint, 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 bedroom and I was standing over her, standing between her spread stage, her haired pussy agape. Her legs and shoulders so Brown, her breasts tummy and hips so white, the hair of her pussycat so non-white and glistening, the gash of smart red fry invitingly in the middle of it.

I didn't have clock time to expect at her, no time to take in the view. Our lip locked again in a big foresighted kiss, our jaws munching like no tomorrow. My hands ran up her incline and cupped the breasts I couldn't see. She started to fall backwards onto the bed dragging me with her, dragging on my cock and lining it up with her kitty as she went. I was now the right way on top of her as her niggling hand pointed my putz straight into her pussy. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My hips 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 prompt but I could feel her brow air mile in botheration and her nails bite 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 thigh as she encouraged me to go even faster. Her branch wrapped around me and held me so nasty. I broke the kiss, needing to gulp in more air. I started kissing and slobbering over her neck as she arched her back and moaned loudly. One of my manpower cupped a white meat and fondled the hard nipple. Her pussy was so loaded, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in speech rhythm at a fearful rate. I felt a tingling in my balls and then cramp after spasm as shot after shot of cum emptied from me.

She held me close, not letting my trunk leave her, until I was limp. We were tranquilize. We were so warm but we didn't want to move, 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 hearts slowly returned to normal.

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