So there I was; a delightful 18 year old schoolgirl.
What had happened was that I had gone round to my friend's house straight after school for dinner.
The house was a good 15 – 20 minutes away from my house on the bus. My friend and I had met at the school I went to, but she had since moved and changed schools. I looked forward to spending time with her as we always had such a laugh.
I remember this time period in my life so well. I loved it, everything from the friends I had, my social life, the music I listened to, just everything. I had also developed a new look for the way that I went to school. It was late spring, maybe early summer.
I was wearing my hair down, my hair is very long, to my waist, it is thick and very wavy, almost curly. My school uniform is black, a short skirt with a shirt, tie and blazer. I wear heavy eye make-up and knee boots, my legs are bare and tanned.
So, you know when something so memorable happens in your life, and it happens just the once....you replay it in your head, over and over until every fine detail is retained.
Here is how it went.
The evening was getting on. The sun was still out.
At my friend's house, her Mum was often out, usually at work, and sometimes her Dad was out, but usually he would be home. They were really liberal people, who let us drink when we wanted and had no objection to us smoking, or even smoking pot; these reasons alone are possibly why I loved it there so much!
This particular day, he was home, but milling about outside busying himself with something. I didn't know what; I never made it my business because I really didn't care. My friend and I were too busy having a laugh, drinking cider and smoking pot.
Her Dad was a sinister sort of a character, drab, full of shit, deeply unattractive in that greasy skinny kind of way. He looked rat like in fact. We had met so many of his friends all exactly the same, greasy, slimy, and dressed in an unkempt way.
We were in the lounge giggling about nothing in particular when her Dad appeared, he had come indoors to make coffee, I heard him head off into the kitchen. While he waited for the kettle, he came into the lounge where we were, to make pleasantries and chit chat, to appear interested or something.
I tell him that I will be heading off soon as time is getting on a bit. He went back into the kitchen, and as he passed the doorway, he popped his head in, stooped over, and balancing an overfull cup of hot beverage in each hand said:
"There is no need to get the bus home. My mate is in the garage building a kit car. He will give you a lift home after we have had our coffee if you can wait." He said suggesting to the cups with his head in a nodding fashion only a pigeon could copy.
I said OK.
So I am standing waiting in the lounge for one of my mates Dads greasy horrible unkempt mates to appear, leering, to give me a lift home. I am beginning to wish I hadn't bothered to agree, worried how short and suggestive my school skirt would appear in a car while I sit, and how I really don't want any of this man's friends leaching all over me with their beady reptile like eyes and sneering with their dirty ill cared for teeth, while their over sized pores get bigger as they get hotter.
I stood with my school bag clutched under my arm nervously.
Suddenly, from out of nowhere and interrupting my thoughts was a load clap, with the sound of palms being rubbed together:
"Right then, you ready for the off?!"
In surprise, I spun round; he was still rubbing his hands together, eyebrows raised and teeth on full view as a smile separated his stunning face!
Standing there, in my friends lounge, I was met face to face with the elusive kit car builder.
I can't remember how tall he was, but for arguments sake we could just say average or medium. He was olive skinned, beautiful wide smile with nice teeth. Pulled back was curly jet black hair tamed into a very small pony tail. He had big shiny eyes that were very direct, welcoming, inviting. They seemed to look right into me. He wore clean clothes; a clinging T shirt and jeans and I could tell that beneath them lay a great body to go with the face. His hands were strong looking, with stained dirt on them, remnants of the car he was building.
I don't know how long I stood staring at him, chin on the ground and heart in my mouth. In all my 18 years to this very point in time I had never felt such instant attraction to any male ever.
I got the impression that he was not too disappointed with the nubile sight standing in front of him that he had been given the task of escorting home, despite the fact I was about half his age.
I said my goodbyes to my friend and the Kit Car Builder and I left for the car, my eyes never strayed from watching his back side all the way down the path out onto the street where he stopped at the Ford Scorpio parked there. He produced keys from a pocket and held a car door open for me like a chauffeur. He stared into me again with those huge eyes, smiling constantly, holding his arm out gesturing for me to get into the vehicle, his eyes glinting in the late spring light.
I tried to stay controlled, but all the while remaining my usual flirty self as he started the car and drove off.
"So then.." I started
"If you are building a car in their garage...is this Mummies car you're driving...or is it Daddies?"
I looked at him all the time I questioned, smiling my own charming smile, holding a stare, my head tilted to the side making my long hair hang down to one side.
He tilted his head too, maintained my stare, his eyes were glinting still and he smiled and replied..
"Daddies!" and as he said so, he raised his eyebrows.
I just wanted to stare at him. This was like an all you can eat buffet. My palms were sweating and my heart was booming away. Shit, I was fit to burst!
The atmosphere in the car was electric.
"So then...where do you want dropped off?" he asked looking at me again like he was inviting me to flirt with him, which I was loving.
I took a deep breath.
"Well...." I said slowly, not believing what I was about to say.
