I'd just got my drive license and I was allowed to borrow my parents car on condition I did the errands like cliff my kid brother off to play with his Quaker and all that turd that my parents had had to do before I passed the mental testing. I didn't really mind. Anything to get to drive.

That very first hebdomad my sidekick had to be dropped off and collected at his friend Darren's house. Darren lived in the side by side borough and it was quite a complicated drive if you wanted to avoid the M25 ring route. It turns out Darren only went to our school because he'd been kicked out of all the schoolhouse in his borough for being disruptive. We didn't really know that bit at the time and my brother was allowed to go rung to play.

So that Saturday morning I dropped Neil Simon off. Darren was out front 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 quiet. I knocked on the door. There wasn't any answer.

The woman next threshold opened her kitchen window which was decently overlooking Darren's breast doorway 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 position then, she's always round the back"was all the fair sex said, and she closed the window as though that was that.

The logic gate just had a latch and I went up the side of the mansion and one shot to the back up garden.

And what a garden ! Picture it. Its like going through a portal from a pattern capital of the United Kingdom ride into Narnia !

A rule suburban semi-detached house in a cul-de-sac like millions of other star sign in suburbia all over London. 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 lush and super C and a riot of colour. It was full of tall shrub and ferns and affair that looked like bamboo and palm with a tropical feel. How on land did any of this grow in John Griffith Chaney ?

I stood in awe. I could only see a dense brushwood of pelting forest and a canopy of vines on a wicket and a pin down way of yellow patio gemstone 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 viridity paries of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most individual impression outer space in the whole of London.

"Can I help you ?"a girls voice behind me made me jump. I turned around. She was holding a garden branching firmly with both hands, the tines pointing nonchalantly towards me like she could take up out effortlessly if she needed to.

"Eh, I'm supposed to take in Simon Zelotes"I said. She stood silent and still like she was waiting for more."Eh, he's playing with Darren and I'm supposed to gather him at 4 ?"I asked even less sure of myself. I began to stimulate that sinking feeling I had come to the untimely theater, I was in the unseasonable garden, talking to the wrong stranger 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 result she walked around the bend in the itinerary and disappeared. I followed. Around the corner was a minor patio with chairs 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 sign of the zodiac and there was just the hint of a small lawn further on and more walls of thicket and the hope of more quietude 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 petite and skinny. She had shiny chocolate-brown hair in a bob, fortunate red impudence like apples and a wide oral fissure and brown heart and dimples when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden fear 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 embrace my embarrassment.

She transformed. She bounced happily out of the kitchen and started pointing affair out in response. She started to explain everything. This was clearly her garden, her chancel, her love. She led me all around the garden talking the hale clip, excited the whole meter. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was hardy and she gushed about how leisurely 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 turn was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're home"from the back door. He didn't come out. Sally turned to me"sad 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"Paul Simon, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the way of life up the side. Simon and Darren said husky auf wiedersehen and Simon went up the side. I turned to stick with."Eh nice merging 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 shoulder joint and smiled"another time perhaps ”. It was the form of automatic reply 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 drive home I tried to get out of Herbert A. Simon what the set up at Darrens was. Neil Simon kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my interest. I didn't want to render my handwriting. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did most of the nurture and their mum worked tenacious hours. Sally had just got a part time job in Frank Winfield Woolworth. Darren thought his babe 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 sallying forth. I day-dreamed by day and dreamed by night. standard fare for an eighteen twelvemonth old shy awkward boy like me to be infatuated with every female child they meet no subject how unrealistic and unapproachable the girl is.

By Monday, I had a plan. There was only so many Frank Winfield Woolworth near Darren's house. Three nearby, in fact, and two dozen if I had to swan a wider net. I didn't know what time of day she worked or even which daylight. But I went off meaning to inspect every unity Woolies every individual minute of every ace day until I located her. In my twisted head this seemed somehow something I needed to do.

I was in my fifth Woolies when I saw her. She looked quite different in the gray Woolworth apron and uniform. Woolies were always quite serenity on Mondays so she was standing bored at a till next to another girl. Her hair was so bright. It was her dimples that made me sure 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 public treasury and picked up a ballpoint from the box right in front line 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 client to say that. She looked up. She smiled and her dimples showed. Her eyes darted sideways both sides as though seeing if the seashore was authorise. She lent slightly forward, and said quietly"Hi James II, what are you doing here ? ”."I needed a pen"I lied. We both stifled a laugh like it was the funny secret put-on in the world. I followed through with"What time do you get off workplace ? ”. It was bold. I hadn't rehearsed this. I had no idea what to say and my subconscious took charge, saying the suave kind of thing my case said in dreams but never dreamed of saying in real life.

wisecrack 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 former 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 military mission. Driving a female child home was almost a escort. I'd never dared do it before.

At 3pm I went into Woolies and Sally saw me, waved, brushed past the other public treasury lady friend and disappeared through a room access. I stood there stupidly grinning at the other young woman, loitering awkwardly. A few minutes later she came out again in formula clothes and I opened the shop door for her.

We walked in secrecy 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 corporation was doing somerset. I felt a bit queasy.

"So you don't public lecture much"sortie laughed. I tried to laugh back."Do you experience a job ?"she asked more seriously."I'm looking-"I replied"do you always finish at 3 ? ”. She told me she worked Monday Wed Fri and half day Saturdays.

There was another long silence."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 theatre. I felt like this was the worst possible drive nursing home, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving directions."Just clout 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 nip and tuck, James. Really appreciate it ”. She said it in a smiling skillful 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 mums work and waited for her to finish.

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

The following day, though, somehow I saw affair more positively. With a false confidence I got up early and dropped mum at work so I could have the car. And then, still early on, I drove around to Sally's sign of the zodiac. Sally didn't workplace Tuesday. I knocked but there was no reply. So I went up the slope and let myself into the stake garden.

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

She cracked a extensive welcoming smile and pushed her hair back behind her auricle."This time I might even remember to put the tympani on"she laughed.

I looked around."What are you doing ?"I asked. It was obvious what Sally was doing. Sally was planting some belittled peak from trays into a specify flower bed between a path and a humble perfect speckle of lawn.

Forgetting the kettledrum, 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 hearing. She was wearing very short shorts and a baggy grimy sweater. Her legs were a deep tanned brown. Her knees were caked in dried mud. Leaning towards each other I was getting promising glimpse down her cervix opening. Then she moved slightly to make a new hole to one incline and now each prison term she jabbed the earth I could see clearly down her top. There was a mammilla ! She wasn't wearing a bra ! Her tiny titty hung slightly, swaying as she jabbed, and there was a hint of a delicately light pink nipple.

She stopped moving, block. I couldn't tear my eyes off her nipple. Slowly I could see more and more mamilla. It was growing ! I was gripped with a sudden reverence that she had caught me staring. I swiveled my eye up, afraid, prepare to make apologies.

But she wasn't looking at me. She was staring down. She was staring at my genitals. With a panicked tactile sensation I realised I was sporting a boner ! Then she must have felt my eyes on her, and her oculus flashed upwards to meet mine. She crouched very still and went very red. Our heads were close. Instinctively we slowly both bring forward more and more until our noses grazed and then our lips touched. It was like an lightning bolt. It was a key 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 backing, but this just pushed her backwards so she rolled onto the lawn. Her script had somehow snaked around my neck without me noticing and she pulled me with her. Some small part of my mentality was scared I'd trampling her flowerbed so I kind of sprung forwards to leap out it, pushing her faster so we both ended up laying on the lawn with me on top of her.

sallying forth giggled. Our foreheads were touching. I could only look at her centre, so near, so sack up, so sparkling. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. Her tongue was darting, searching hungrily. Her script were running all over the back of my head. I was propped on one elbow so as not to shell her, my other deal on autopilot running up and down the side of her torso.

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

I followed her in. She kicked off her plimsolls and, grabbing my hired man, dragged me direct and upstairs.

It was obviously her bedroom. 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 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 oral fissure, trying to reach her feel not imagine, scared that she might be having moment thoughts.

We were pressed so close together I could find her spunk racing as, heart closed, she responded aggressively, her hand working rabidly to unbuckle my swath. 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 rachis 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 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 legs, her hairy pussy agape. Her legs and shoulders so brown, her boob stomach and pelvic arch so ovalbumin, the tomentum of her pussy so dark and glistening, the gash of bright red nestling invitingly in the middle of it.

I didn't have time to search at her, no time to conduct in the scene. Our lips locked again in a big long osculation, our chew out munching like no tomorrow. My hired man ran up her sides and cupped the tit 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 pussy as she went. I was now right on top of her as her little hand pointed my shaft straight into her puss. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My hip joint 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 find her eyebrow knot in bother and her nails insect 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 affect even faster. Her arms wrapped around me and held me so tight. I broke the osculation, needing to gulp in Sir Thomas More air. I started kissing and slobbering over her neck as she arched her back and moaned loudly. One of my custody cupped a breast and fondled the intemperate nipple. Her puss was so tight, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in rhythm at a frightful rate. I felt a tingling in my balls and then spasm after spasm as shooting after shot of cum emptied from me.

She held me close, not letting my body leave her, until I was limp. We were quiet. We were so warm but we didn't want to move, didn't want to let go. We nuzzled our noses together, Eskimo kissing, our os frontale pressed together, and just laid there contently as our hearts slowly returned to normal.

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