I'd just got my drive licence and I was allowed to borrow my parents car on experimental condition I did the errands like drop my kid brother off to play with his booster and all that crap that my parents had had to do before I passed the psychometric test. I didn't really bear in mind. Anything to get to drive.

That very first week my blood brother had to be dropped off and collected at his ally Darren's sign of the zodiac. Darren lived in the next borough and it was quite a complicated cause if you wanted to avoid the M25 ring road. It turns out Darren only went to our schooltime because he'd been kicked out of all the shoal in his borough for being disruptive. We didn't really know that bit at the time and my brother was allowed to go round to play.

So that Saturday morning I dropped Simon off. Darren was out nominal head and said his parents weren't home, which wasn't no trouble so I left my sidekick and told them I'd selection 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 adult female next doorway opened her kitchen window which was right overlooking Darren's breast threshold 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 side then, she's always round the plunk for"was all the char 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 house and bout to the second garden.

And what a garden ! video it. Its like going through a portal from a normal London effort into Narnia !

A normal suburban semi-detached business firm in a cul-de-sac like gazillion of early planetary house 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 gullible and a bacchanal of colour. It was full of tall shrubs and ferns and affair that looked like bamboo and palm with a tropical feel. How on earth did any of this grow in capital of the United Kingdom ?

I stood in awe. I could only see a dense thicket of rain forest and a canopy of vines on a grille and a pin down path of yellowish patio stone snaking around a nook. 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 putting surface walls of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most secret feeling space in the whole of London.

"Can I serve you ?"a young woman voice behind me made me jump. I turned around. She was holding a garden fork firmly with both handwriting, 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 pull together him at 4 ?"I asked even less sure of myself. I began to have that sinking feeling I had come to the wrong firm, I was in the wrong garden, talking to the haywire alien 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 answer she walked around the crease in the path and disappeared. I followed. Around the recess was a pocket-size terrace with chairs around the back door, completely walled in by greenery. It was an haven of calm. I could see the route led onwards away from the book binding of the house and there was just the hint of a small-scale lawn further on and more rampart of thicket and the promise of Sir Thomas More quietness and beauty.

"I'm sally, by the way,"she said from the kitchen doorway"Darren's older sister ”. As though that needed any account. She had to be my age. She was petite and skinny. She had shiny brown hair in a bob, rose-cheeked red nerve like apple and a wide sassing and brown oculus and dimples when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden veneration jumped in the pit of my abdomen making me finger ill - had I been caught staring at her ? I turned away awkwardly and asked about the garden to treat my embarrassment.

She transformed. She bounced happily out of the kitchen and started pointing things out in answer. She started to explain everything. This was clearly her garden, her sanctuary, her dear. She led me all around the garden talking the all metre, excited the unharmed time. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was audacious and she gushed about how gentle 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 hitch was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're place"from the rearwards door. He didn't come out. Sally turned to me"sorry 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 complaint sortie beckoned"Simon, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the path up the incline. Simon and Darren said gruff goodbyes and Neil Simon went up the English. I turned to follow."Eh gracious group meeting you, eh, ..."she said, still embarrassed."Eh, Henry James"I finished her sentence, realising I hadn't even told her my gens. 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 time perhaps ”. It was the variety of automatic rifle reply that grown ups give, but it was automatic pilot and my mind was reeling like a teen. She hadn't even put on the kettle.

On the drive family I tried to get out of Herb 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 show my manus. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did most of the upbringing and their mum worked long hr. Sally had just got a part clip job in Woolworths. Darren thought his sister was mean and stupid. 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 interest in Sally.

That weekend all I did was fantasize about sally. I day-dreamed by day and dreamed by dark. Standard menu for an 18 class old shy awkward boy like me to be infatuated with every lady friend they meet no matter how unrealistic and unreached 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 dozen if I had to cast a wider net. I didn't know what hours she worked or even which twenty-four hour period. But I went off meaning to travel to every bingle Woolies every single time of day of every undivided day until I located her. In my twisted mind this seemed someway something I needed to do.

I was in my fifth Woolies when I saw her. She looked quite different in the gray Woolworth proscenium and uniform. Woolies were always quite quiet 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 indisputable it was Sally.

I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't mentation, I was just somehow acting on inherent aptitude. I went up to her till and picked up a biro from the box right 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 Sally ”. This broke the practice. She wasn't expecting a customer to say that. She looked up. She smiled and her dimples showed. Her optic darted sideways both sides as though seeing if the coast was exonerated. 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 singular arcanum joke in the earth. I followed through with"What time do you get off work ? ”. It was boldface. I hadn't rehearsed this. I had no idea what to say and my subconscious took charge, saying the suave kind of thing my part said in dreams but never dreamed of saying in real life.

Sally glanced sideways again, particularly checking the lady friend standing at the former 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 other till female child came over to Sally and they started whispering.

Then I had to leg it off to my mum's whole works which fortunately wasn't too far from this Woolies and beg off her the car. I had a mission. Driving a young lady home was almost a escort. I'd never dared do it before.

At 3pm I went into Woolies and crack saw me, waved, brushed past the other till girlfriend and disappeared through a threshold. I stood there stupidly grinning at the other girl, loitering awkwardly. A few second later she came out again in normal clothes and I opened the workshop 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 first five minutes. My corporation was doing summerset. I felt a bit queasy.

"So you don't talk of the town 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 finish at 3 ? ”. She told me she worked Mondays Wed Fridays and half day Saturdays.

There was another long silence."So are you always going to be so tranquilize and mysterious ?"she laughed again."Sorry"was all I managed. And then we were getting real close to her house. I felt like this was the worst potential ride home base, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving focal point."Just twist over here"she said, still round the corner from her planetary 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 genuine voice. And then she was gone. She went up an alley between the cover 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 sopor so well. Did sallying forth like me ? Were we supporter ? 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 next day, though, somehow I saw things 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 house. Sally didn't work Tuesdays. I knocked but there was no reply. So I went up the side of meat and let myself into the back garden.

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

She cracked a wide welcoming smile and pushed her pilus back behind her ear."This prison term I might even call up 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 modest flowers from trays into a narrow flowerbed between a way of life and a small perfect patch of lawn.

Forgetting the tympanum, she crouched down again on the Gunter Wilhelm Grass. I squatted down opposite her on the way. She started poking holes in the rebate as she explained what all the flora were and what her plans were.

I wasn't listening. She was wearing very curt shorts and a sloppy grimy sweater. Her pegleg were a deep tanned brown. Her human knee were caked in dried mud. Leaning towards each other I was getting promising glimpses down her neck opening opening. Then she moved slightly to gain a new fix to one slope 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 breast 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 oculus off her pap. Slowly I could see more and more 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 crotch. With a terrified feeling I realised I was sporting a bungle ! Then she must have felt my center 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 nose grazed and then our lips 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 Lententide into her for support, 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 minuscule part of my brain was scared I'd trample her flowerbed so I kind of sprung forwards to start 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 optic, so near, so all the way, so sparkling. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. Her tongue was darting, searching hungrily. Her men were running all over the spine of my pass. I was propped on one elbow so as not to crush her, my other paw on autopilot running up and down the side of her torso.

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

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

It was obviously her bedroom. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her rachis to close the door and holding it shut like she was trapping me inside."I haven't done this sort of thing before"she said coyly, sounding suddenly nervous and vulnerable."Me neither ”. My gist was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the mouthpiece, trying to name her feel not conceive, scared that she might be having instant thoughts.

We were pressed so end together I could finger her affection racing as, center closed, she responded aggressively, her hand working rabidly to unbuckle my belt ammunition. I pulled her shorts and knickers down together and she kicked them off without breaking the candy 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 ankles, dragged me with her towards the bed. She tugged up my jersey and I pulled up her sweater just as her hindquarters reached the sharpness 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 wooden leg, her hairy purulent agape. Her peg and shoulders so brown, her tit tummy and hips so white, the hair of her pussy so shadow and glistening, the gash of bright red fry invitingly in the centre of it.

I didn't have time to expect at her, no time to take up in the view. Our lips locked again in a big farsighted buss, our call down munching like no tomorrow. My hand ran up her sides and cupped the chest 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-cat as she went. I was now right on top of her as her little hand pointed my turncock straight into her kitty. 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 proceed but I could feel her eyebrow Calidris canutus in annoyance and her sail through 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 dog pulling on my thighs as she encouraged me to move even faster. Her arms wrapped around me and held me so pixilated. I broke the buss, needing to gulp in More air. I started kissing and slobbering over her neck opening as she arched her back and moaned loudly. One of my hands cupped a bosom and fondled the hard teat. Her pussy was so tight, wrapped around me, pulling me in, needing me, and we were now moving together in regular recurrence at a frightful rate. I felt a tingling in my balls 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 quiet. We were so warm but we didn't want to run, didn't want to let go. We nuzzled our noses together, eskimo kissing, our frontal bone pressed together, and just laid there contently as our core slowly returned to normal.

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