Consequently, we became very close. Certainly Sally was the only girl I ever had any meaningful conversations with. Though even these were usually connected with schoolwork, politics and hobbies. I don’t recall in those teen years that we ever shared any confidences in each other.
But, clumsy social oaf that I was, I really enjoyed her company. And, I was pretty sure, she mine. We spent more time with each other than we did with anyone else. And there was a comfort between us. And, I felt, a warmth. Though that was entirely unsaid. And certainly not demonstrable.
I’d come to realise that her Mum and my Dad getting together, and consequently her moving in with us, was the best thing that had happened to me in my pretty featureless life so far.
Late one afternoon Sally and I were home together, before our respective parents got home from work. It was a little unusual for us to be around at the same time. As, typically, one or both of us would be in some after school activity.
I wasn’t especially coordinated, or sporty. But I was a strong runner and was often doing cross-country. For both the school and the local Harriers athletic club. Sally, meanwhile, as I commented above, was an excellent swimmer. And several mornings and some evenings, went to swim club.
But, many (in fact all) of our other activities were geeky. For example, chess club, debating society, Oxbridge application preparation etc. We really were a spectacularly nerdy pair.
That afternoon Sally had changed out of her school uniform and put on a tracksuit and a tee shirt. The tee shirt was long and baggy. But the tracksuit bottoms were tight, figure hugging in fact. Though the tee shirt, frustratingly I was almost surprised to admit, was so long that it pretty much covered her buttocks. Though, every now and again it would ride up. Providing a view of her spectacularly tight buns.
Over the last few months I’d become increasingly aware of the excellence of Sally’s figure. Not that she did anything to showcase it. Quite the opposite in fact.
We were in the kitchen, which looked out on to our small back garden. This backed on to fields and the edge of a wood. So we regularly had myriad birds flying in and out of it. Attracted by the nuts and scraps we put out for them.
As further evidence of our bookish tendencies, we took delight in identifying the multiple species that visited. And had purchased a few textbooks to help us do this. Looking back it really is hard to imagine any ways we could have been more nerdy. With trainspotting about the only “geeky” pursuit we didn’t practice!
“Look, Jack, I think there’s a pied flycatcher,” Sally exclaimed. “That’s the first of those I’ve ever seen.”
Leaning over the sink to give herself a better view out of the window, she called me over. As she did, her tee shirt rode up and I had an uninterrupted view of her arse. Albeit, fully dressed of course. But it just looked so perfect and inviting.
I stood side by side with Sally, craning to get a better view of this rare species. Our hips were touching and I put a hand on her back to steady myself, as I bent forward to get the best view of it.
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