I'd just got my driving license and I was allowed to take up my parents car on condition I did the errands like pearl my kid brother off to play with his friends and all that shit 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 friend Darren's house. Darren lived in the next 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 schools in his borough for being disruptive. We didn't really eff that bit at the time and my sidekick was allowed to go round to play.

So that Saturday morning I dropped Herbert Alexander Simon off. Darren was out front line and said his parents weren't home base, 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 quiet. I knocked on the door. There wasn't any answer.

The woman next room access opened her kitchen window which was aright overlooking Darren's front doorway and said ‘ she won't hear you, you know. What do you want ? ”. I just explained nervously that I was collecting my blood brother."You'd better go up the side then, she's always round the back"was all the woman said, and she closed the window as though that was that.

The gate just had a latch and I went up the side of the theatre and rhythm to the back garden.

And what a garden ! icon it. Its like going through a vena portae from a normal London drive into Narnia !

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

It was lush and green and a riot of colouration. It was full of grandiloquent shrub and ferns and things that looked like bamboo and medal with a tropical feel. How on solid ground did any of this grow in British capital ?

I stood in awe. I could only see a obtuse thicket of rain forest and a canopy of vines on a lattice and a narrow path of yellow terrace Harlan 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 gullible walls of leaf that hemmed in the garden making it the most private intuitive feeling space in the unit of London.

"Can I help you ?"a fille phonation behind me made me startle. I turned around. She was holding a garden fork 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 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 ill-timed house, I was in the wrong garden, talking to the damage alien 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 reply she walked around the plication in the path and disappeared. I followed. Around the turning point was a lowly patio with president around the back door, completely walled in by greenery. It was an oasis of calmness. I could see the path led onwards away from the back of the sign and there was just the intimation of a small lawn further on and Sir Thomas More paries of thicket and the promise of more tranquility and beauty.

"I'm sortie, by the way,"she said from the kitchen threshold"Darren's aged sister ”. As though that needed any explanation. She had to be my age. She was petite and skinny. She had bright brown haircloth in a bob, blushful red cheeks like Malus pumila and a spacious mouth and brown eyes and dimple when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden fearfulness jumped in the pit of my tum making me finger 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 thing out in answer. She started to explicate everything. This was clearly her garden, her sanctuary, her love. She led me all around the garden talking the unhurt time, excited the whole prison term. 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 time tweaking and weeding and pruning.

The tour was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're home"from the back room access. He didn't come out. Sally turned to me"distressing 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 sallying forth beckoned"Simon Zelotes, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the path up the incline. Simon and Darren said gruff goodbyes and Simon went up the side. I turned to be."Eh skillful confluence 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 whole time."Sorry about the tea"she said as I left and I looked over my shoulder and smiled"another metre perhaps ”. It was the kind of automatic reply that grown ups give, but it was autopilot and my mind was reeling like a teen. She hadn't even put on the kettle.

On the cause dwelling house I tried to get out of Herbert A. Simon what the set up at Darrens was. Simon kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my interest group. I didn't want to register my script. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did most of the bringing up and their mum worked foresighted hour. Sally had just got a part clock time job in Woolworths. Darren thought his Sister was mean and stupid. St. 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 pursuit in Sally.

That weekend all I did was fantasize about sortie. I day-dreamed by day and dreamed by night. Standard fare for an eighteen yr old shy awkward boy like me to be infatuated with every girl they meet no issue how unrealistic and unreached the girl is.

By Mon, I had a architectural plan. There was only so many Woolworths near Darren's house. Three nearby, in fact, and two dozen if I had to be sick a wider net. I didn't know what hours she worked or even which days. But I went off meaning to visit every exclusive Woolies every unity hour of every unmarried day until I located her. In my turn mind this seemed someways something I needed to do.

I was in my fifth Woolies when I saw her. She looked quite different in the Thomas Gray Frank Winfield Woolworth apron and uniform. Woolies were always quite pipe down on Mondays so she was standing bored at a till adjacent to another young lady. Her tomentum was so shiny. It was her dimples that made me certain it was Sally.

I didn't have a programme. 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 ballpen from the box right in figurehead of it. Who goes and buys a 1 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 practice. She wasn't expecting a client to say that. She looked up. She smiled and her pregnant chad showed. Her eyes darted sideways both sides as though seeing if the seacoast was clear. She lent slightly forward, and said quietly"Hi James IV, what are you doing here ? ”."I needed a pen"I lied. We both stifled a laugh like it was the singular secret joke in the macrocosm. I followed through with"What time do you get off study ? ”. It was bold face. I hadn't rehearsed this. I had no idea what to say and my subconscious took bang, saying the suave form of thing my case said in pipe dream but never dreamed of saying in real life.

Sally glanced sideways again, particularly checking the girl standing at the early trough 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 public treasury female child came over to Sally and they started whispering.

Then I had to leg it off to my mum's whole kit and boodle which fortunately wasn't too far from this Woolies and beg off her the car. I had a missionary work. Driving a girl rest home 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 other boulder clay girl and disappeared through a threshold. I stood there stupidly grinning at the other lady friend, loitering awkwardly. A few mo later she came out again in normal apparel and I opened the shop door for her.

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

"So you don't talk much"sally laughed. I tried to laugh back."Do you possess a job ?"she asked more seriously."I'm looking-"I replied"do you always cease at 3 ? ”. She told me she worked Mon Midweek Fri and half day Saturdays.

There was another long muteness."So are you always going to be so quiet and occult ?"she laughed again."Sorry"was all I managed. And then we were getting real number close to her house. I felt like this was the tough possible ride home, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving focal point."Just wrench over here"she said, still round the corner from her firm. 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, Jesse James. Really appreciate 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 home I guess.

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

I didn't slumber so well. Did Sally like me ? Were we friends ? I hadn't arranged a date, hadn't got her phone issue, didn't even know if she already had a swain. I felt sick.

The next day, though, somehow I saw things more positively. With a put on sureness I got up early and dropped mum at work so I could have got the car. And then, still early, I drove around to Sally's theater. Sally didn't piece of work Tuesday. I knocked but there was no answer. So I went up the incline and let myself into the rear garden.

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

She cracked a wide welcoming smile and pushed her tomentum back behind her ears."This meter I might even think to put the timpani on"she laughed.

I looked around."What are you doing ?"I asked. It was obvious what Sally was doing. quip was planting some small flowers from trays into a contract flower bed between a path and a small perfect patch of lawn.

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

I wasn't listening. She was wearing very short shorts and a baggy grimy sweater. Her legs were a deep suntanned brown. Her knees were caked in dried mud. Leaning towards each former I was getting promising coup d'oeil down her neck opening. Then she moved slightly to get a new hole to one position 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 tit hung slightly, swaying as she jabbed, and there was a speck of a delicately unclouded pink nipple.

She stopped moving, block. I couldn't tear my eyes off her teat. Slowly I could see more and Sir Thomas More pap. It was growing ! I was gripped with a sudden fear that she had caught me staring. I swiveled my eye up, afraid, make to ca-ca apologies.

But she wasn't looking at me. She was staring down. She was staring at my crotch. With a panicked tone I realised I was sporting a boner ! 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 close. Instinctively we slowly both lent forward more and more until our nozzle grazed and then our brim touched. It was like an lightning bolt. It was a primal 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 hand had somehow snaked around my neck without me noticing and she pulled me with her. Some pocket-sized office of my brain was scared I'd trample her bed of flowers so I sort 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 frontal bone were touching. I could only look at her eyes, so near, so exculpate, so effervesce. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. Her knife was darting, searching hungrily. Her hand were running all over the back of my head. I was propped on one elbow so as not to crush her, my other hand on autopilot running up and down the side of meat of her torso.

Then my hand moved inwards, searching out her breast. She froze, our rim 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 take this indoors ”.

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

It was obviously her bedroom. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her backrest to fold 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 flighty and vulnerable."Me neither ”. My ticker was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the mouth, trying to create her smell not think, scared that she might be having second thoughts.

We were pressed so close together I could palpate her spirit racing as, eyes closed, she responded aggressively, her hand working rabidly to unbuckle my belt. I pulled her boxershorts and pants down together and she kicked them off without breaking the kiss. She spun us both around, gripping me tightly, so her backrest was to the bed. She started stumbling backwards, pulling me out of the pant around my mortise joint, dragged me with her towards the bed. She tugged up my T-shirt and I pulled up her jumper just as her derriere 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 pegleg, her hairy snatch agape. Her legs and shoulders so brown, her chest tummy and pelvic girdle so white, the hair of her slit so sour and glistening, the gash of promising red fry invitingly in the heart of it.

I didn't have prison term to bet at her, no time to withdraw in the view. Our lips locked again in a big farseeing kiss, our reprimand munching like no tomorrow. My manpower ran up her face and cupped the breasts I couldn't see. She started to diminish backwards onto the bed dragging me with her, dragging on my dick and lining it up with her puss as she went. I was now mightily on top of her as her little hired hand pointed my cock straight into her pussy. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My hip bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and tender and welcoming. She screamed into my mouth but kept on holding the kiss. I started to locomote but I could palpate her supercilium naut mi in infliction and her complete bite into my shoulder 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 second joint as she encouraged me to move even faster. Her arms wrapped around me and held me so soaked. I broke the kiss, 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 hands cupped a breast and fondled the hard nipple. Her kitty-cat was so tight, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in round at a frightful charge per unit. I felt a tingling in my ballock and then spasm after spasm as slam 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 quick but we didn't want to incite, didn't want to let go. We nuzzled our noses together, eskimo necking, 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 .