I'd just got my drive permit and I was allowed to borrow my parents car on precondition I did the errands like drop my kid brother off to bring with his friends and all that crap that my parents had had to do before I passed the mental test. I didn't really mind. Anything to get to drive.

That very first week my blood brother had to be dropped off and collected at his Friend Darren's star sign. Darren lived in the succeeding borough and it was quite a perplex drive if you wanted to avert the M25 ring road. It turns out Darren only went to our school because he'd been kicked out of all the school day 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 Sabbatum 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 brother and told them I'd weft him up at 4.

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

The fair sex next door opened her kitchen window which was veracious overlooking Darren's strawman door 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 back"was all the woman said, and she closed the windowpane as though that was that.

The logic gate just had a latch and I went up the side of the house and rung to the rachis garden.

And what a garden ! Picture it. Its like going through a portal from a normal Greater London private road into Narnia !

A normal suburban semi-detached household in a cul-de-sac like gazillion of early houses in suburbia all over London. A normal semifinal 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 colouring. It was entire of tall shrubs and ferns and things that looked like bamboo and thenar with a tropical feel. How on earth did any of this grow in London ?

I stood in awe. I could only see a dense thicket of rain timber and a canopy of vines on a lattice and a narrow itinerary of xanthous patio rock snaking around a corner. I couldn't see much. I called out"hi ?"and walked slowly forward. I felt like I was intruding. But I was dumbstruck by the vivid green walls of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most individual feeling place in the whole of London.

"Can I help you ?"a young woman voice behind me made me startle. I turned around. She was holding a garden forking firmly with both mitt, the tines pointing nonchalantly towards me like she could strike out effortlessly if she needed to.

"Eh, I'm supposed to collect Herb 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 opinion I had come to the wrong house, I was in the faulty garden, talking to the damage alien and I had just been caught trespassing.

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

Not waiting for an reply she walked around the flexure in the itinerary and disappeared. I followed. Around the corner was a small patio with chairs around the spine doorway, completely walled in by greenery. It was an oasis of equanimity. I could see the path led onwards away from the back of the house and there was just the clue of a small lawn further on and more walls of coppice and the hope of more quietness and beauty.

"I'm Sally, by the way,"she said from the kitchen door"Darren's older sis ”. 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, rosy-cheeked red cheeks like Malus pumila and a wide oral cavity and browned eyes and dimple 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 cover my embarrassment.

She transformed. She bounced happily out of the kitchen and started pointing affair out in solvent. She started to explain everything. This was clearly her garden, her chancel, her love. She led me all around the garden talking the whole meter, excited the whole meter. And I actually found it fascinating ! Everything was stalwart and she gushed about how easily it all was but it really looked like she lived out in the garden, lived for the garden, and spent all her fourth dimension tweaking and weeding and pruning.

The hitch was interrupted by Darren yelling"we're home"from the second door. He didn't come out. Sally turned to me"lamentable about Darren. He's a bit ... overactive underachieving if you know what I mean"she looked aside embarrassed like it was somehow her geological fault."He's not allowed in my garden obviously"she said quietly as though that needed no explanation.

Straightening up and taking charge wisecrack beckoned"Herbert Alexander Simon, you can go out this way ”, waving towards the path up the side. Neil Simon and Darren said gruff goodbyes and Simon Zelotes went up the side. I turned to follow."Eh nice confluence 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 whole sentence."Sorry about the tea"she said as I left and I looked over my shoulder and smiled"another time perhaps ”. It was the kind of machinelike solution 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 thrust habitation I tried to get out of Marvin Neil Simon what the set up at Darrens was. Simon kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my pursuit. I didn't want to usher my helping hand. But slowly I extracted out of him that their dad had left and Sally did most of the raising and their mum worked farseeing hour. sally had just got a component fourth dimension job in Frank Winfield Woolworth. Darren thought his babe was mean and stunned. 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 stake in Sally.

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

By Monday, I had a plan. There was only so many Woolworth near Darren's family. Three nearby, in fact, and two XII if I had to drift a wider net. I didn't know what hr she worked or even which days. But I went off meaning to visit every single Woolies every single 60 minutes of every I day until I located her. In my twisted intellect this seemed somehow something I needed to do.

I was in my one-fifth Woolies when I saw her. She looked quite dissimilar in the gray Woolworths apron and uniform. Woolies were always quite silence on Mondays so she was standing bored at a boulder clay following to another girl. Her haircloth was so sheeny. It was her dimples that made me certain it was Sally.

I didn't have a program. 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 biro from the box right in front of it. Who goes and buys a exclusive pen ? She had a name-tag on her breast 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 dimples showed. Her centre darted sideways both sides as though seeing if the sea-coast was vindicated. 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 jape in the world. I followed through with"What time do you get off body of work ? ”. It was bold. I hadn't rehearsed this. I had no idea what to say and my subconscious took bang, saying the suave variety of thing my characters said in dreaming but never dreamed of saying in genuine life.

Sally glanced sideways again, particularly checking the girl standing at the other money box silently watching us."Why ?"Sally asked."You've a yearn way base"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 early till lady friend 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 missionary work. Driving a girl menage 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 former money box girl and disappeared through a door. I stood there stupidly grinning at the other girl, loitering awkwardly. A few moment later she came out again in normal dress and I opened the shop door for her.

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

"So you don't public lecture much"Sally laughed. I tried to laugh back."Do you give birth a job ?"she asked more seriously."I'm looking-"I replied"do you always end up at 3 ? ”. She told me she worked Mon Wednesdays Fridays 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 house. I felt like this was the worst possible ride home, like I was throwing everything away. Sally started giving directions."Just drag over here"she said, still polish 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 revalue it ”. She said it in a twinkly nice genuine voice. And then she was gone. She went up an alley between the rachis gardens. That was probably the way she always went plate I guess.

I drove back to my florists' chrysanthemum body of work and waited for her to finish.

I didn't slumber so well. Did sallying forth like me ? Were we protagonist ? I hadn't arranged a date, hadn't got her sound number, didn't even know if she already had a boyfriend. I felt sick.

The following day, though, somehow I saw matter more positively. With a fake confidence I got up early and dropped mum at work so I could have got the car. And then, still early, I drove around to sortie's house. crack didn't work Tuesdays. I knocked but there was no answer. So I went up the side and let myself into the backward garden.

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

She cracked a wide welcoming grin and pushed her hair back behind her spike."This time 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 small prime from trays into a specialise flower bed between a path and a lowly 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 pickle in the rebate as she explained what all the plants were and what her plans were.

I wasn't listening. She was wearing very short trunks and a loose-fitting grimy perspirer. Her wooden leg were a mysterious tanned brown. Her genu were caked in dried mud. Leaning towards each other I was getting promising glimpses down her neck opening. Then she moved slightly to make a new cakehole to one side and now each fourth dimension she jabbed the earth I could see clearly down her top. There was a mamilla ! She wasn't wearing a bra ! Her tiny breasts 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 mammilla. Slowly I could see more and Sir Thomas 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 genitalia. With a terrified feeling I realised I was sporting a blooper ! Then she must have felt my eyes on her, and her heart 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 noses grazed and then our lips touched. It was like an lightning bolt. It was a primal urge.

She was midget and I weighed more than her. I had overreached. She was just that bit too far away. I lost my residue and Lent into her for support, but this just pushed her backwards so she rolled onto the lawn. Her custody 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 variety of sprung forwards to alternate it, pushing her faster so we both ended up laying on the lawn with me on top of her.

sallying forth giggled. Our frontal bone were touching. I could only look at her eyes, so near, so crystalise, so sparkling. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. Her tongue was darting, searching hungrily. Her manpower were running all over the back of my head. I was propped on one cubital joint so as not to oppress her, my other hand on autopilot running up and down the side of her torso.

Then my hand moved inwards, searching out her breast. She froze, our sassing still locked together. She pulled our lips apart but didn't let go of my head. Our forehead pressed together, she panted sexily and said"we'd in force take this indoors ”.

I followed her in. She kicked off her Plimsoll mark and, grabbing my bridge player, dragged me straight and upstairs.

It was obviously her bedroom. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her rear 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 neural and vulnerable."Me neither ”. My center was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the lip, trying to make her flavour not think, scared that she might be having second thoughts.

We were pressed so close together I could palpate her heart racing as, optic closed, she responded aggressively, her bridge player working rabidly to unbuckle my belt. I pulled her underdrawers and breeches down together and she kicked them off without breaking the candy kiss. She spun us both around, gripping me tightly, so her cover was to the bed. She started stumbling backwards, pulling me out of the trousers 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 can 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 hirsute pussy agape. Her legs and berm so brown, her white meat tummy and hips so white, the pilus of her pussy so dark and glistening, the cut of lustrous red youngster invitingly in the midriff of it.

I didn't have clock time to look at her, no time to have in the view. Our lips locked again in a big hanker kiss, our jaws munching like no tomorrow. My handwriting ran up her incline and cupped the chest I couldn't see. She started to light 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 field on top of her as her slight handwriting pointed my stopcock straight into her pussy. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My articulatio coxae bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and quick and welcoming. She screamed into my oral cavity but kept on holding the candy kiss. I started to move but I could feel her brow knot in pain and her peg 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 move even faster. Her implements of war wrapped around me and held me so close. I broke the buss, needing to gulp in more than air. I started kissing and slobbering over her cervix as she arched her back and moaned loudly. One of my hands cupped a titty 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 rhythm at a frightful rate. I felt a tingling in my balls and then cramp after muscle spasm as shot after scene 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 make a motion, didn't want to let go. We nuzzled our noses together, Inuit hugging, 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 .