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

That very foremost week my sidekick had to be dropped off and collected at his friend Darren's theatre. Darren lived in the following borough and it was quite a complicated 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 schoolhouse in his borough for being tumultuous. We didn't really know that bit at the time and my brother was allowed to go round to play.

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

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

The charwoman next door opened her kitchen window which was right overlooking Darren's breast door and said ‘ she won't hear you, you know. What do you desire ? ”. I just explained nervously that I was collecting my brother."You'd dear go up the side then, she's always round the back"was all the charwoman 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 firm and one shot to the back garden.

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

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

It was lush and green and a riot of colouring. It was to the full of tall bush and ferns and things that looked like bamboo and palm with a tropical spirit. 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 grille and a narrow path of chickenhearted patio Stone 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 paries of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most buck private feeling quad in the whole of London.

"Can I facilitate you ?"a young lady voice behind me made me jumping. 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 roll up 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 trusted of myself. I began to let that sinking tone I had come to the wrong sign of the zodiac, I was in the wrong garden, talking to the damage stranger and I had just been caught trespassing.

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

Not waiting for an solvent she walked around the turn in the path and disappeared. I followed. Around the recess was a small patio with chairs around the back room access, completely walled in by greenery. It was an haven of calm. I could see the path led onwards away from the spinal column of the planetary house and there was just the hint of a low lawn further on and to a greater extent walls of brush and the promise of more serenity and beauty.

"I'm sally, by the way,"she said from the kitchen doorway"Darren's senior sister ”. As though that needed any explanation. She had to be my age. She was petite and skinny. She had burnished dark-brown hair's-breadth in a bob, rose-colored red boldness like orchard apple tree and a wide mouth and brownish eyes and pregnant chad when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden fear jumped in the pit of my belly making me feel ill - had I been caught staring at her ? I turned away awkwardly and asked about the garden to track my embarrassment.

She transformed. She bounced happily out of the kitchen and started pointing affair out in answer. She started to explain everything. This was clearly her garden, her sanctuary, her love. She led me all around the garden talking the unanimous time, excited the entirely time. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was intrepid and she gushed about how wanton it all was but it really looked like she lived out in the garden, lived for the garden, and spent all her sentence tweaking and weeding and pruning.

The tour was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're home"from the back door. He didn't come out. Sally turned to me"dark about Darren. He's a bit ... hyperactive underachieving if you know what I mean"she looked aside embarrassed like it was somehow her defect."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, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the way of life up the side of meat. Simon and Darren said ill-humoured goodbyes and Simon went up the side of meat. I turned to follow."Eh nice meeting you, eh, ..."she said, still embarrassed."Eh, King James"I finished her prison term, realising I hadn't even told her my epithet. I hadn't really told her anything. I'd just been listening the whole time."Sorry about the tea"she said as I left and I looked over my berm and smiled"another time perhaps ”. It was the sort of automatic answers 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 private road home I tried to get out of Herb Simon what the set up at Darrens was. Simon kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my interest. I didn't want to render my hand. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did near of the raising and their mum worked long minute. Sally had just got a section time job in Frank Winfield Woolworth. Darren thought his baby was mean and pudden-head. Herbert A. 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 sake in Sally.

That weekend all I did was fantasise about Sally. I day-dreamed by day and dreamed by night. touchstone fare for an XVIII 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 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 roam a wider net. I didn't know what hours she worked or even which 24-hour interval. But I went off meaning to visit every unity Woolies every single hr of every single day until I located her. In my twisted 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 gray Woolworths forestage 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 shiny. It was her dimples that made me sure it was Sally.

I didn't have a architectural plan. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't intellection, I was just somehow acting on instinct. I went up to her till and picked up a ballpoint pen from the box right in forepart 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 dimpled chad showed. Her eyes darted sideways both slope as though seeing if the sea-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 laugh like it was the funniest secret joke in the populace. I followed through with"What time do you get off work ? ”. It was sheer. I hadn't rehearsed this. I had no idea what to say and my subconscious mind took explosive charge, saying the suave kind of matter my characters said in dream but never dreamed of saying in literal life.

quip glanced sideways again, particularly checking the girl standing at the other trough silently watching us."Why ?"Sally asked."You've a farsighted way abode"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 crack and they started whispering.

Then I had to leg it off to my mum's whole shebang which fortunately wasn't too far from this Woolies and beg off her the car. I had a mission. Driving a lady friend home was almost a appointment. 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 threshold. I stood there stupidly grinning at the other girl, loitering awkwardly. A few minutes later she came out again in rule dress and I opened the workshop door for her.

We walked in quiet to my car. I gallantly opened the car door 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 talk of the town a lot"Sally laughed. I tried to express mirth 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 foresightful silence."So are you always going to be so quiet and orphic ?"she laughed again."Sorry"was all I managed. And then we were getting existent close to her house. I felt like this was the big possible drive home, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving directions."Just pulling 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, James. Really prize it ”. She said it in a smiling decent genuine vocalism. And then she was gone. She went up an alleyway between the cover gardens. That was probably the way she always went abode I guess.

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

I didn't quietus so well. Did Sally like me ? Were we friends ? I hadn't arranged a date, hadn't got her earphone numeral, didn't even know if she already had a boyfriend. I felt sick.

The future day, though, somehow I saw matter more positively. With a fake self-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 star sign. Sally didn't work Tuesday. I knocked but there was no reply. So I went up the position and let myself into the backwards garden.

quip looked up, surprised."I really need to put a lock on that logic gate, don't I ?"she said sweetly."Did Simon forget 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 all-embracing welcoming smile and pushed her hair back behind her ear."This fourth dimension I might even think back 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 belittled flowers from trays into a minute flowerbed between a way and a small pure patch of lawn.

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

I wasn't listening. She was wearing very short-change shortstop and a loose-fitting grimy sweater. Her ramification were a rich suntanned brown. Her knee joint were caked in dried mud. Leaning towards each early I was getting promising glimpses down her neck opening. Then she moved slightly to gain a new fix to one face and now each meter she jabbed the earth I could see clearly down her top. There was a nipple ! She wasn't wearing a bra ! Her tiny titty hung slightly, swaying as she jabbed, and there was a hint of a delicately unhorse pink nipple.

She stopped moving, fixed. I couldn't tear my heart off her nipple. Slowly I could see to a greater extent and more than nipple. It was growing ! I was gripped with a sudden fear 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 privates. With a terrified belief I realised I was sporting a boner ! Then she must make felt my centre on her, and her optic flashed upwards to come across mine. She crouched very still and went very red. Our head word were close. Instinctively we slowly both lent forward more and more until our olfactory organ grazed and then our rim touched. It was like an lightning dash. It was a primal urge.

She was bantam and I weighed more than her. I had overreached. She was just that bit too far away. I lost my symmetry and Lententide into her for reenforcement, but this just pushed her backwards so she rolled onto the lawn. Her hands had somehow snaked around my neck 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 stick out it, pushing her faster so we both ended up laying on the lawn with me on top of her.

quip giggled. Our brow were touching. I could only look at her middle, so near, so clear, so scintillate. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. Her tongue was darting, searching hungrily. Her bridge player were running all over the back of my top dog. I was propped on one elbow so as not to break down her, my other hand on autopilot running up and down the side of her torso.

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

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

It was obviously her bedroom. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her cover to close down 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 aflutter and vulnerable."Me neither ”. My bosom was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the mouth, trying to make her feeling not opine, scared that she might be having endorsement thoughts.

We were pressed so cheeseparing together I could feel her heart racing as, optic closed, she responded aggressively, her hand working rabidly to unbuckle my whang. I pulled her short circuit and knickers down together and she kicked them off without breaking the osculation. 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 articulatio talocruralis, dragged me with her towards the bed. She tugged up my T-shirt and I pulled up her sweater just as her derriere reached the edge of the bed and she sat down. We were naked and we were in her chamber and I was standing over her, standing between her spread legs, her hairy pussy agape love. Her wooden leg and shoulder joint so brown, her tit tummy and hips so ashen, the hair of her twat so dark and glistening, the gash of bright red minor invitingly in the midriff of it.

I didn't have time to wait at her, no time to withdraw in the opinion. Our sassing locked again in a big long candy kiss, our jaws munching like no tomorrow. My hired man ran up her sides and cupped the breasts I couldn't see. She started to descend backwards onto the bed dragging me with her, dragging on my cock and lining it up with her puss as she went. I was now justly on top of her as her short hired man pointed my cock straight into her snatch. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My articulatio coxae bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and warm and welcoming. She screamed into my mouth but kept on holding the candy kiss. I started to move but I could palpate her eyebrow grayback in painfulness and her nail bite into my berm 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 bounder pulling on my thighs as she encouraged me to move even faster. Her arms wrapped around me and held me so nasty. I broke the buss, needing to quaff in Sir Thomas More air. I started kissing and slobbering over her neck as she arched her back and moaned loudly. One of my mitt cupped a breast and fondled the hard mammilla. Her cunt was so tight, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in rhythm at a frightful pace. I felt a tingle in my balls and then spasm after spasm as shot after nip of cum emptied from me.

She held me close, not letting my organic structure 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 foreheads 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 .