Kylie had just begun her last year at school. She liked the idea of some of the privileges she would have in the sixth form but was not happy about having to still wear the school uniform. However, she was a positive and intelligent girl and would look on the bright side -- "One more year of study, get my GCSEs and I can wear what ever I like", she thought as she walked home from school on her first day back. She wanted to be still on her summer holidays, back in Wales with Emma swimming with the dolphins and going round the clubs at night. She didn't want to be at stupid school with the stupid teachers doing stupid lessons. She felt like a young woman, why did the teachers treat her like a kid? It made her so angry. Kylie wanted to be free not shackled.
She got within two hundred yards of her house and it started to rain. Not torrential but enough to make her run the last bit. She ran down her path and felt in her bag for the key. She couldn't find it -- then she remembered she left it on the hook in the kitchen after she had taken the rubbish out that morning. 'Fuck it!', she shouted as she realised her predicament. Her Mum would not be home for two hours and the rain was getting heavier. She could only think of going next door and seek shelter. She had a new neighbour -- she had seen him briefly over the fence the previous week and he seemed OK. She wouldn't go the other side, that was an oldish man who gave her the creeps.
She hurried round to her neighbour's house and knocked on the door. Andrew was 38 and was inside writing some emails for work and was not expecting any visitors so was surprised by Kylie's loud 'tap tap tap
'Flipin heck, who's this?' He murmured as he went to answer the door. He was shocked when he saw the girl. He had a thing about the school uniform. He knew it was wrong. He often went for a run at tea time, just to see the older schoolgirls in their short skirts and long white socks. He was only looking; he would never approach one of them. Now he had one of his muses on his own doorstep.
'Hi, sorry to trouble you mate but I'm locked out next door and it's pissing it down, is there any chance of you letting me dry off until my Mum comes home?' Andrew smiled nervously.
'Erm, well I suppose yes, come in before you get soaked.'
Kylie stood in his hallway and Andrew did a double take at her top. Her white blouse had become quite clammy from the rain and her bra was obvious through the top and made her developing breasts quite an eyeful. Andrew took a deep breath. He was normally a level-headed man but having a sixth-former in his house had made his blood pressure go up.
'My name's Andrew by the way...erm I'll get you a towel for your hair you look a bit damp.'
He raced up stairs and fetched a clean hand towel from his airing cupboard and handed it to Kylie.
As she dried her hair he took the opportunity to look her over without making it too obvious. Apart from the white blouse she had a blue and yellow striped tie, a shortish grey pleated skirt and black tights. Andrew involuntarily licked his licks but then mentally slapped himself on the wrist. "Behave yourself", he thought. It wasn't just that she was a developing adolescent girl that he found appealing, but just that she was really, really lovely. She had long, shiny black hair and big blue eyes.
Kylie passed him back the towel and smiled.
'Thanks', she said, 'I'm glad you're in or I don't know what I would have done.'
'Well at least it's not cold.'
'I know but it just makes you feel all yucky when it's raining and warm like this.'
'I guess so, I'll turn up the air conditioning if that helps. Anyway come in the living room, would you like a drink -- tea, coffee?'
'Erm, I'll have a coffee please.'
Kylie made for the soft, red leather sofa and it made a lovely crinkling noise as she sat down. She liked the feel of the leather, it was so smooth and cool. She stretched herself out along it and stroked her hand along the back. She sat up as Andrew brought a tray with two coffees and a plate of soft chocolate cookies.
'Ooh, my favourite!' Exclaimed Kylie.
'Everyone likes these... eh, what's your name?'
'It's Kylie.'
'Mmm that's a lovely name it suits you.'
'Thanks.'
Kylie looked up at him with a slightly shy expression. Andrew could feel his heart melt at her look, she was truly gorgeous. He felt that he wanted to hug her, which scared him a little. He sat down on the settee beside her and felt a thrill of excitement run through his body with a tingle of butterflies in his stomach. He looked at her and he felt quite hot. His hand was trembling slightly as he picked up his coffee cup. Had he seen her out at the weekend he would have just thought what a pretty teenage girl she was. It was the uniform. It did something to her. What was it about the uniform? He sipped at his drink and Kylie picked up a cookie and nibbled at it, a few crumbs falling onto her lap. In her sitting position her skirt had ridden up her legs quite a bit, so the darker band of her tights was just visible under the hem of her skirt. Andrew looked down at her legs as she knocked the crumbs away. He felt a little awkward with the silence and tried to make small talk.
'You went back to school this week yes?'
'Today!'
'Oh, do you still get six weeks off?'
'Nearly seven. I've been in South Wales for two weeks with my friend, we went diving off the Pembrokeshire coast, it was sick.'
'Sick?'
'Oh that means really, really good.'
'Oh right, well I've learnt something then.'
Andrew wanted to work out how old she was but thought it was rude to just ask.
'I guess you must be in about your last year eh?'
'Yes, I'm in the sixth form.'
