I'd just got my driving permit and I was allowed to borrow my parents car on precondition I did the errands like bead my kid brother off to play with his admirer and all that horseshit that my parents had had to do before I passed the examination. I didn't really mind. Anything to get to drive.

That very first off week my brother had to be dropped off and collected at his friend Darren's firm. Darren lived in the side by side borough and it was quite a elaborate drive if you wanted to avoid the M25 band road. It turns out Darren only went to our schooling because he'd been kicked out of all the schools in his borough for being disruptive. We didn't really experience that bit at the time and my crony was allowed to go round to play.

So that Saturday morning I dropped Simon off. Darren was out look and said his parents weren't home, 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 room access. There wasn't any answer.

The womanhood next door opened her kitchen window which was right overlooking Darren's figurehead door and said ‘ she won't hear you, you know. What do you desire ? ”. I just explained nervously that I was collecting my crony."You'd better go up the side then, she's always round the book binding"was all the woman said, and she closed the windowpane as though that was that.

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

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

A normal suburban semi-detached house in a cul-de-sac like millions of former houses in suburbia all over British capital. 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 soaker and viridity and a bacchanalia of colour. It was full of tall shrubs and ferns and affair that looked like bamboo and ribbon with a tropical feeling. How on globe did any of this grow in London ?

I stood in awe. I could only see a dense copse of rain forest and a canopy of vines on a grille and a narrow way of life of yellowish patio Edward Durell Stone snaking around a corner. I couldn't see much. I called out"how-do-you-do ?"and walked slowly forward. I felt like I was intruding. But I was dumbstruck by the vivid dark-green paries of leaf that hemmed in the garden making it the most private flavor space in the whole of London.

"Can I help you ?"a female child phonation behind me made me parachuting. I turned around. She was holding a garden ramification firmly with both handwriting, the tines pointing nonchalantly towards me like she could walk out out effortlessly if she needed to.

"Eh, I'm supposed to collect Herbert A. 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 indisputable of myself. I began to accept that sinking tactual sensation I had come to the untimely house, I was in the wrong garden, talking to the haywire 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 resolution she walked around the bend in the path and disappeared. I followed. Around the corner was a small patio with chairwoman around the gage door, completely walled in by greenery. It was an oasis of calm. I could see the track led onwards away from the rear of the house and there was just the tinge of a small lawn further on and more bulwark of brush and the hope of more placidity 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 glossy brown hair in a bob, rosy red nerve like apples and a across-the-board mouth and brown eyes and dimples when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden fear jumped in the pit of my stomach making me finger ill - had I been caught staring at her ? I turned away awkwardly and asked about the garden to breed my embarrassment.

She transformed. She bounced happily out of the kitchen and started pointing things out in solution. She started to explain everything. This was clearly her garden, her sanctuary, her passion. She led me all around the garden talking the whole sentence, excited the whole sentence. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was intrepid 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 time 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"sorry about Darren. He's a bit ... hyperactive 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 heraldic bearing sallying forth beckoned"Herbert Alexander Simon, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the way up the side. Simon and Darren said gruff good-bye and Simon went up the side. I turned to follow."Eh decent meeting you, eh, ..."she said, still embarrassed."Eh, James"I finished her time, realising I hadn't even told her my name. I hadn't really told her anything. I'd just been listening the unscathed 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 reflex solvent that grown ups give, but it was autopilot and my head was reeling like a teenager. She hadn't even put on the kettle.

On the drive plate I tried to get out of Neil Simon what the set up at Darrens was. Herb Simon kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my interestingness. 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 raising and their mum worked long minute. sallying forth had just got a part clock time job in Frank Winfield Woolworth. Darren thought his babe was mean and stupid. Neil 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 fantasize about sallying forth. I day-dreamed by day and dreamed by night. banner fare for an eighteen yr old shy awkward boy like me to be infatuated with every girlfriend they meet no matter how unrealistic and unapproachable the miss is.

By Mon, I had a plan. There was only so many Woolworths near Darren's house. Three nearby, in fact, and two dozen if I had to upchuck a wider net. I didn't know what hours she worked or even which days. But I went off meaning to visit every undivided Woolies every bingle 60 minutes of every single day until I located her. In my wrick mind this seemed someway something I needed to do.

I was in my fifth Woolies when I saw her. She looked quite dissimilar in the gray Frank Winfield Woolworth proscenium and uniform. Woolies were always quite tranquilize on Monday so she was standing bored at a public treasury following to another missy. Her hair was so shiny. It was her dimples that made me trusted 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 cashbox and picked up a biro from the box right in nominal head of it. Who goes and buys a one pen ? She had a name-tag on her chest saying"Trainee ”. She was completely unfazed that a client was buying only a pen-"Will that be all ?"

"Hi sallying forth ”. This broke the pattern. She wasn't expecting a customer to say that. She looked up. She smiled and her dimples showed. Her eyes darted sideways both sides 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 laugh like it was the laughable confidential joke in the world. I followed through with"What time do you get off employment ? ”. It was bold face. I hadn't rehearsed this. I had no musical theme what to say and my subconscious took cathexis, saying the suave form of thing my part said in dreams but never dreamed of saying in real life.

Sally glanced sideways again, particularly checking the young woman standing at the other till silently watching us."Why ?"Sally asked."You've a prospicient way nursing 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 industrial plant which fortunately wasn't too far from this Woolies and beg off her the car. I had a delegacy. Driving a lady friend home was almost a day of the month. I'd never dared do it before.

At 3pm I went into Woolies and sortie saw me, waved, brushed past the former till girl and disappeared through a door. I stood there stupidly grinning at the other girl, loitering awkwardly. A few minutes later she came out again in convention clothes and I opened the shop threshold for her.

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

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

There was another foresighted secretiveness."So are you always going to be so quiet and mystifying ?"she laughed again."Sorry"was all I managed. And then we were getting existent close to her theater. I felt like this was the worst potential ride home, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving focusing."Just drag over here"she said, still round the corner from her theatre. 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 genuine voice. And then she was gone. She went up an alley between the back gardens. That was probably the way she always went place I guess.

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

I didn't sleep so well. Did crack like me ? Were we ally ? I hadn't arranged a date, hadn't got her phone numeral, didn't even know if she already had a boyfriend. I felt sick.

The adjacent day, though, somehow I saw affair more positively. With a false confidence I got up early and dropped mum at employment so I could ingest the car. And then, still too soon, I drove around to sally's house. Sally didn't workplace Tuesday. I knocked but there was no reply. So I went up the side and let myself into the back garden.

Sally looked up, storm."I really need to put a whorl on that gate, don't I ?"she said sweetly."Did Simon the Zealot forget something, or did you leave something yesterday ?"she challenged, her dimpled chad 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 hair back behind her ears."This time I might even recall to put the kettledrum on"she laughed.

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

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

I wasn't listening. She was wearing very short shorts and a baggy grimy sweater. Her legs were a trench tanned brown. Her knees were caked in dried mud. Leaning towards each other I was getting promising glimpse down her neck opening. Then she moved slightly to crap a new hole to one side 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 boob hung slightly, swaying as she jabbed, and there was a hint of a delicately light pink nipple.

She stopped moving, frozen. I couldn't tear my eyes off her nipple. Slowly I could see more 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, gear up to relieve oneself apologies.

But she wasn't looking at me. She was staring down. She was staring at my crotch. With a panicked feeling I realised I was sporting a boner ! Then she must stimulate felt my eyes on her, and her optic flashed upwards to meet mine. She crouched very still and went very red. Our chief were close. Instinctively we slowly both Lententide forward more than and more until our olfactory organ grazed and then our lips touched. It was like an lightning bolt. It was a aboriginal urge.

She was tiny and I weighed more than her. I had overreached. She was just that bit too far away. I lost my correspondence and lent into her for backup, 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 jump it, pushing her faster so we both ended up laying on the lawn with me on top of her.

Sally giggled. Our foreheads were touching. I could only look at her eyes, so near, so clear, 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 articulatio cubiti so as not to crush her, my other hand on autopilot running up and down the side of her torso.

Then my hand moved inwards, searching out her white meat. She froze, our sass still locked together. She pulled our backtalk apart but didn't let go of my head. Our foreheads pressed together, she panted sexily and said"we'd better require this in spite of appearance ”.

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

It was obviously her bedroom. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her back to fold the door and holding it shut like she was trapping me inside."I haven't done this kind of affair 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 make her feel not recall, scared that she might be having second thoughts.

We were pressed so close together I could sense her nitty-gritty racing as, middle closed, she responded aggressively, her bridge player working rabidly to unbuckle my belted ammunition. I pulled her shortstop 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 pant 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 bed cover legs, her hirsute pussy agape. Her legs and berm so chocolate-brown, her breasts tummy and hips so white, the hair of her pussy so disconsolate and glistening, the slice of bright red youngster invitingly in the middle of it.

I didn't have fourth dimension to appear at her, no fourth dimension to rent in the view. Our lips locked again in a big longsighted kiss, our rebuke munching like no tomorrow. My bridge player ran up her slope and cupped the bosom 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 pussy as she went. I was now right wing on top of her as her little handwriting pointed my putz straight into her snatch. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My hips bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and lovesome and welcoming. She screamed into my mouth but kept on holding the kiss. I started to impress but I could feel her brow knot in pain and her nab bit 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 heel pulling on my thigh as she encouraged me to move even faster. Her sleeve wrapped around me and held me so tight. I broke the kiss, needing to swig in More air. I started kissing and slobbering over her neck as she arched her back and moaned loudly. One of my hired hand cupped a white meat and fondled the heavily nipple. Her pussy was so tight, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in rhythm at a frightful charge per unit. I felt a tingling in my Lucille Ball and then spasm after spasm as shot after shot of cum emptied from me.

She held me close, not letting my torso leave her, until I was limp. We were silence. We were so quick but we didn't want to locomote, 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 spell she pushed me off."Now how about that tea ?"she giggled playfully .