by A. Archie
I hoped she got home safely.
I wanted her back. I wanted me inside her. Her short red dress and the white knickers I could not forget. I finished work a bit early next Thursday, had a quick shower at the hotel and put on my best clothes and walked into the bar I met her last time in the hope that she would be there. My ID was checked and I was in. I ordered a glass of beer and walked into a table I could see everyone from. The bar was full of young crowds. I drank the beer watching half naked sexy girls in groups enjoying themselves. Where is she? Was she coming today? I do not even know her name. If only I could recognise her face. I wondered if she could recall me. I had been sitting there for half an hour or so now. She was not to be seen. Few other girls in short dresses went pass by gazing at me. Should I try and pull one of them? I had better wait a bit longer. A guy went pass me saying “All right mate”. I smiled in response. Most guys were there in the hope of pulling a girl. If they said there were there for just a drink, they were lying. I was not there to make new friends with guys or help someone to prop up. I want to find this girl whose name I do not yet know and fuck her.
I walked up to the bar again to get another pint passing a sofa area. There were a few girls sitting there, their legs revealing almost up to their knickers and were having rounds of shots. I noticed this girl, that must be her. I kept looking at her while waiting at the bar. She looked at me and smiled. I winked. She winked back and walked up to the bar as I watched. I said “Hi”. She replied “Hi”. “What would you like to drink?” I asked. “Bacardi and coke” she replied. “Ice” I asked. “Thanks” she replied. It was her. She was on her own again. She must be new here. She does not have friends. She smiled and stood right next to me. “So, how are you?” I asked. She smiled with sexy eyes showing her tongue rubbing her lips. “Mm… you smell so good” I said running my hand round her waist. She gazed at me erratically. I squeezed her bum then kissed her cheeks.
Our drinks were served. I went and sat with her in a corner sofa that was left unoccupied just in time for us. “So cosy” I said to her sitting right next to her touching her thighs. “It is nice here” she said. I held her arm and ran my fingers through hers and squeezed as we talked. “Beautiful legs” I said. “Thanks” she replied. “So” she said and I kissed her lips. She responded to it by licking my lips back. “Nice” I whispered. She said “Mmmmmm”.
“Shall we go somewhere more private?” I suggested. “Where?” she asked. “The toilet?” I said. We both crept into the ladies without anyone noticing as they were dancing to the music. She first checked to see if anybody was in and gave me the signal to enter. We locked ourselves in the far corner toilet, very clean and smelt hygienic. I rubbed over her pussy while standing close to her then pulled her black and red knickers down and licked her. She squeezed my hair and pressed my face against her shaven pussy. “You tastes yummy” I whispered. I ran my fingertips over her sexy bum as I sucked her pussy lips. Then I told her to bend against the toilet to fuck her doggy. Sexy, round white bum with a cute pussy in between her legs, clean shaven all over. I licked her bum then thrust my hard willy in from behind. “Um” she said as I went in. “Oh Yeah” she whispered. I held her neck with my right arm and my left arm round her tummy within the reach of her clit from time to time then her boobs. I fucked her slow and deep watching her juice running over my cock.
I still did not know her name. Never mind, I am here fucking her now. I stopped fucking her doggy and let her suck the juice covered cock. She was so good at giving a blow job. She stopped to lick my balls then fucked me in her mouth. “Shall we try the reverse cowgirl” I suggested. “Yeah” she replied. I sat on the toilet and she lowered her bum to my still hard cock and inserted in her tight fanny. I watched her buttocks as she moved up and down pivoting on my cock like a hydraulic pump. I pulled her buttocks apart and fingered her arse as she rode me reverse cowgirl. She took the full length of me in and sat on me allowing me to finger her clit and nipples from time to time. Her juice dripped over my cock and round thighs. I held her tight from behind and kissed her neck, ears, chin, back and her bum. We heard girls coming in from time to time to have a wee. Neither of us had cum yet. We wanted more. I whispered to her “Yours or mine?”.
PART SIX
Driving Mad
Chapter One
I had completed university by now and left the job at the hotel. I was doing nearly full time hours at the new job in the shopping complex store and part time at the supermarket. Autumn was round the corner and I started saving up for my UK driving licence. I had been driving on my international licence before which I obtained without any training.
My first driving experience was with a Massey Ferguson 135 tractor when I was about four or five years old, I can’t remember exactly how old I was. When we hear the tractor coming to trash our rice paddy harvest, we used to run to the front of our long driveway. And the driver always used to put me on the front of his seat and let me steer and accelerate. My legs were not long enough to touch the break and the clutch pedals and he did it for me. I was able to just drive it and take it to the bottom of our garden where the paddy trashing circle was. I still do not know how he knew that I had that skill of driving it. The paddy harvesting and trashing took place about two times a year. I enjoyed it even going to my neighbours’ thrashings with the driver as he let me drive it. I fell in love with tractors. I was going to buy the same model of tractor I first drove and keep it.
My second driving experience came from, still I was six or seven years old, my neighbour who used to drive an LD van. He used to bring it home. Sometimes before going back to drop it back at the owners, he let me sit on his lap and steer for about half a mile and drop me off so that I could walk back home. As the route he was taking was half circular, I did not have to walk the full distance he had taken me on driving. Most of the times my friends joined. I did not have to walk back home alone.
My next actual driving experience came when I was in my mid-twenties. I was working in the capital at the time. I was leaving my job there and the rented room I had. I arranged my cousin to hire a van, come and pick me up. We loaded the van and it was early afternoon. The highways were quite. I asked him to let me drive it. I drove the van several miles on my own before coming to a narrow dangerous road where we changed seats. My driving experiences so far had been very brief in the absence of a car at home.
I was determined to buy a car when I came to England and they were surprisingly cheaper. What would take years of your savings turned out to be less than a month salary to be able to buy a second hand car. In fact, within six months of my arrival in the UK, I had my first car. I went to a local car sale, saw a small car with a price tag of £395, affordable and a good car to get trained with. I said to the car sales owner “This is my first car. I do not know anything about cars. Please give me a reliable car”. He recommended the car I wanted and explained to me that it had been with one owner lady and had been looked after very well. I paid and then got the care insured, actually it cost me more than the value of the car to insure it as I did not have insurance before or a UK driving licence. I was so eager to buy a car. But I did not know that insurance was so expensive. The next thing I had to consider was weather to drive the car home by myself or get a friend to do it. I really did not want to take a risk. I arranged with a friend from the university to drive it home for me. She was happy to do it and the next day I went to the car sale with her and drove it back home.
Lucky, the car was small enough to drive through our small drive way. So I did not need a parking permit. There was plenty of room towards the back of the house and a large garden where I actually started driving the car in circles and practiced the reverse and turns.
It was a few days after that I decided to take it on the road as I had to find free time for my driving adventure. I asked a housemate to come with me just in case I needed help. He offered to help but not to get in the car. He was going to follow me on the payment. The street I lived in had a dea
d end. It was quite. I started driving slowly but the car started kind of jumping and slowing down as a typical learner driver would do. However, I manage to get it under control and began to learn to use the controls smoothly. I asked him to get in and he did. But he seemed very uncomfortable and like wanting to be just out of the car. He did not trust me nor did the car. I slowly took the car into the busy road, passed few traffic lights and came to a four way round the about. As I approached the round the about the car stalled. I tried to start it but it refused. My friend was very restless and he felt so embarrassed. He did not want to be in a broken down car nor did he want to push it. Luckily, a driver from another car came to my rescue from nowhere. He helped me push the car to the other side of the round the about. There was enough room for a car to park there as it had a wider entrance merging into a single lane. After a several attempts, I was able to get the car going again. My housemate did not want to get into the car any more. He suggested that he would walk and I drive the car back home. With little options at my disposal, I decided to go back thinking that I would never ask a negative person like him to help or get into my car. I drove back home safely and was confident that I could drive it on my own now.
I started driving to work at the supermarket. It was less than a mile. The road was quite as I went to work at night and came back in the early morning. I knew very little about the street in town and my knowledge had so far been limited to the university and places of work. I needed to get the car out of town and drive a bit more. I would have to do it by myself. Few weeks later I took the car for a spin in town. I was driving on different streets and following road signs. It was ok until when I was returning home, I decided to take the lane nearest to the curb on a three lane street. It was a quitter lane. There was no traffic. Suddenly, I heard a horn behind me. It was a bus. The driver kept honking and I moved to the middle lane not knowing why he honked for. I looked at him as he was overtaking me on the left hand lane. As he was passing, he said to me “Bus lane”. Probably, he felt that I did not know that I was in a bus lane. His tone was not angry and I smiled nodding. Then I noticed that on the lane there was ‘Bus Lane’ written on it. I arrived home safely once again.
I took the car out again for another evening drive. Somehow, I got into a motorway and the traffic on other lanes was whizzing passing me. I drove on the nearest lane to the curb and it happened to be the hard shoulder, I later found out. No wonder there was no vehicles on that lane and I was driving at my own space. I had no idea where I was heading now. I followed the sign posts to Cambridge. It was getting darker and darker. I arrived at a round the about nearer to the town. However, I did not know which exit to take. I had completely missed the road sign on approach in the darkness and my ignorance. I ended up going round and round the round the about and a couple of time took the wrong exit and had to come back to the same round the about. Having learned the harder way which ones not to take now, the last exit on the left took me into town. Soon I was in my comfortable zone. I got back home and told nobody what had happened. It was very shameful. However, I studied the map and realized where I had gone wrong. It is so easy to miss a turn or a road sign if you are not used to the road system in the UK.
Chapter Two
I was still legally driving at least. I wanted to get my UK driving licence. The most popular and noticeable on the road was CDS Driver Training with distinctive orange fonts on the car. It was still early days for the internet and I walked into the office. Everyone seemed to be busy doing their own thing and nobody even cared to greet you. I stood there waiting until one of the advisers was free. My intention going there was to get my driving licence and not knowing another major player on the market I did not care how they reacted to me. I booked my lessons with them. Their attitude was not very enthusiastic; I did not care.
8.00am in the morning the CDS learner car parked outside my house and the instructor knocked at the door. Unlike today there was less traffic on our streets and you, more often than not, had free parking spaces outside your house on the street. I was ready and waiting. I greeted him and his name was Brian, I believed he was in his sixties. I did not ask. It was a two door Vauxhall Corsa. I was asked to get in from the passenger side. I opened the door and the top end of the door hit my eye brow, the door was the same height as me and the end was very sharp unlike the cars I had been used to. I accidently hit my head there and I was bleeding. I wiped the blood form my handkerchief and said to him I was ok. I did not want to abandon my first day of training. It was painful but I resolved to forego it until after the lesson which was going to last an hour. A contrast to the staff in the office Brian was very friendly and was always talking to me. He put me at ease. He drove into a quitter residential area, parked the car and stated going through the procedures to follow and more about explaining the controls on the car.
I was asked to sit in the driver seat and Brian move to the passenger seat. I started the car, following his directions, carried on. It was so easy to drive a new car and in quite residential areas to begin with. The time flew fast. Brain dropped me back at home. While driving, he said to me his wife was half Indian and Italian and for the same reason, he kind of liked me. He kept telling me the things I should know about the English.
Soon after he had dropped me off, I ran to the university to see the resident GP there. Because I was so worried about having a scar on my eye brow. She examined the cut and said to me “Mother nature has done a good job. You do not need any medication”. I was expecting her to give me something to drink and apply on the cut. I went back home. However, I decided to phone up work and asked to have a day off saying I was not well. I was still worried and wanted the cut to heal. It was February and cold wintry days. I told nobody about my cut and no one noticed it either. Why can’t they make the car door safer and make the edges smoother I wondered. I spent the day chilling out and contemplating on if the injury was a good luck or bad luck and if it was the first of many involving cars or if it was the first and last. “It was the last” I said to myself.
A few days passed and Brian was back outside my house to pick me up. I was enjoying it not only because I was going to get a driving licence, but also it enabled me to learn more about the town I lived in, the street, houses, businesses and of course what Brian taught me about the society. My training took me further away from the town into the suburbs, different streets and junctions. There was not so much traffic on road those days as today. While driving it occurred to me that I could learn so much by taking a bus and visiting different areas. That would help me pass the test as well. So I did but I did not tell Brian. I enjoyed venturing into scenic towns and villages.
Chapter
Three
When I was working at the supermarket, I finished work at 7.00am on a Saturday after a night shift that started on a Friday night. This lady in a hat used to come to the supermarket every Saturday morning just as the supermarket doors opened. She was always in the habit of talking to me. We talked about general things and also she talked about different cultures, food and her Indian friends.
One day, she asked me what I was doing for Christmas. I said “I have not planned anything” after all I was a student. I used all the free time in the world I had, for my studies and resting which I hardy get any. Then she said “I would like you to have Christmas with us” and she said “I am also inviting my Indian friend.” I accepted the offer and said “I shall be delighted to spend the Christmas with your family”. I was looking forward to it. It was going to be a new experience for me. Each time I met her after that, she reminded me of the Christmas and talked about her planes and what she was going to cook and who was going to be there. She looked elegant and pretty, slim built and she was, I believe in her fifties or sixties.
While driving Brian asked “What are you doing for Christmas?”. I said to him about this lady’s invitation. He asked “Did she mean it?” and added that “They do not mean what they say”. I would not be going to hers for Christmas after
all then? I pondered. It was getting closer to Christmas now and she started talking lesser and lesser of her Christmas but things in general instead. Now I needed to know for sure if I was going or not. I need to make other plans. Also this was a chance to test what Brian said to me. It was only a few weeks before Christmas now. I met her again on a Saturday Morning. I asked he “Is the Christmas party going all right?”. Her face dropped. She thought for a moment replied quietly “My daughter had such a terrible accident. We are not going to do anything”. Trying to be polite I asked “Is your daughter ok”. She replied “Yes” and went on to say what happened to her. She had never talked about her daughter or her family before. Brain was right. She did not mean it when she invited me or her claim of daughter’s accident would have been genuine but I do not know. Never mind. She used to come to the supermarket ever Saturday in the past and her visits started becoming less frequent now. And our conversations became less frequent too.
I used to have a couple of driving lessons a month spanning over few months. It was affordable that way and in between work. I booked future lessons with Brian and paid over the phone. However, Brian asked me to go to the office and practice the theory test videos and QAs there. Another opportunity to go and see these less friendly people. My intention was to pass the test so nothing was going to discourage me. I also purchased the DSA theory test DVD set from the supermarket I worked for so I could practice at home. The training at the CDS office enabled me to access the material I did not have however. I only went there once or twice and I was satisfied with the progress I had made. I passed the theory test first time. The highway code was very informative and educational for me. I learnt a lot about how the road infrastructure was organized and the prevailing law on road safety.