Sallys Holiday Part 5
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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 road. 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 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 front 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 door. There wasn’t any answer.
The woman next door opened her kitchen window which was right overlooking Darren’s front 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 window as though that was that.
The gate just had a latch and I went up the side of the house and round to the back garden.
And what a garden! Picture it. Its like going through a portal from a normal London drive into Narnia!
A normal suburban semi-detached house in a cul-de-sac like millions of other houses 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 green and a riot of colour. It was full of tall shrubs and ferns and things that looked like bamboo and palm 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 forest and a canopy of vines on a lattice and a narrow path of yellow patio stones 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 walls of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most private feeling space in the whole of London.
“Can I help you?” a girls voice behind me made me jump. 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 have that sinking feeling I had come to the wrong house, I was in the wrong garden, talking to the wrong stranger 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 bend in the path and disappeared. I followed. Around the corner was a small patio with chairs around the back door, completely walled in by greenery. It was an oasis of calm. I could see the path led onwards away from the back of the house and there was just the hint of a small lawn further on and more walls of thicket and the promise of more tranquility and beauty.
“I’m Sally, by the way,” she said from the kitchen door “Darren’s older sister”. As though that needed any explanation. She had to be my age. She was petite and skinny. She had shiny brown hair in a bob, rosy red cheeks like apples and a wide mouth and brown eyes and dimples when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden fear jumped in the pit of my stomach 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 things 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 whole time, excited the whole time. 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 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 charge Sally beckoned “Simon, you can go out this way”, waving towards the path up the side. Simon and Darren said gruff goodbyes and Simon went up the side. I turned to follow. “Eh nice meeting 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 time. “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 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 drive home I tried to get out of Simon what the set up at Darrens was. Simon kept taking the conversation off elsewhere, not understanding my interest. I didn’t want to show 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 hours. Sally had just got a part time job in Woolworths. Darren thought his sister was mean and stupid. 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 night. Standard fare for an eighteen 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 dozen if I had to cast a wider net. I didn’t know what hours she worked or even which days. But I went off meaning to visit every single Woolies every single hour 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 apron 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 shiny. It was her dimples that made me sure 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 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 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 funniest secret joke in the world. I followed through with “What time do you get off work?”. It was bold. I hadn’t rehearsed this. I had no idea what to say and my subconscious took charge, saying the suave kind of thing my characters said in dreams but never dreamed of saying in real life.
Sally glanced sideways again, particularly checking the girl standing at the other 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 girl 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 mission. Driving a girl 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 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 normal clothes 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 first five minutes. 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 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 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 pull 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 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 work and waited for her to finish.
I didn’t sleep so well. Did Sally like me? Were we friends? 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, 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 and let myself into the back garden.
Sally 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 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 wide welcoming smile and pushed her hair back behind her ears. “This time I might even remember 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 flowers from trays into a narrow flowerbed 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 holes 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 shorts and a baggy grimy sweater. Her legs were a deep tanned brown. Her knees 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 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 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 nipple. 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 panicked feeling 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 noses 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 lent 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 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 hands 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 her torso.
Then my hand moved inwards, searching out her breast. 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 better 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 back 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 nervous and vulnerable. “Me neither”. My heart was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the mouth, trying to make her feel not think, scared that she might be having second thoughts.
We were pressed so close together I could feel her heart racing as, eyes closed, she responded aggressively, her hand working rabidly to unbuckle my belt. I pulled her shorts 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 trousers 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 spread legs, her hairy pussy agape. Her legs and shoulders so brown, her breasts tummy and hips so white, the hair of her pussy so dark and glistening, the gash of bright red nestling invitingly in the middle of it.
I didn’t have time to look at her, no time to take in the view. Our lips locked again in a big long kiss, our jaws munching like no tomorrow. My hands ran up her sides and cupped the breasts 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 on top of her as her little hand pointed my cock straight into her pussy. She tugged it urgently. I pushed. My hips bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and warm and welcoming. She screamed into my mouth but kept on holding the kiss. I started to move but I could feel her brow knot in pain and her nails 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 arms wrapped around me and held me so tight. I broke the kiss, needing to gulp in 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 pussy 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 spasm after spasm as shot 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 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. -->
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