(Part 01)
Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But Mornington-By-Mere is not just a quaint chocolate box English Village it is the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale.
Twenty one year old David Murray lived at number 3, The Close, in Mornington-By-Mere with his parents and older sister Megan.
He was tall, a few inches over six foot, with Caucasian features, coffee coloured skin and short brown curly hair courtesy of his father Phil, who was white and was a child of the Finchbottom Vale and his black mother Lully who was from Jamaica.
He was a kind and generous person with a heart as big as a house.
He worked up at Mornington Field at the second hand book repository, Paige Turners, but on a sunny Friday at the beginning of September he had the day off and was pondering what to do.
He had the house to himself for the day so he could have just slobbed around but as it was such a beautiful day he thought he should get out in the sunshine.
He was still pondering exactly what to do when there was a knock on the French window, but he looked he couldn’t see anyone at first but on closer perusal he could see it was Victoria Crockford.
She was wearing knee length blue shorts, tight like leggings and a kind of short floral summer dress, scooped down at the front, fitted at the waist and just about long enough to cover her bum.
“Hello” he said opening the door and looking around
“Where’s your buddy?”
Her “buddy” was Sarah Younger, they were best friend since kindergarten and they had been inseparable from then on, it was a perfect friendship as they complimented each other.
Although there were similarities, they were both beauties for a start, their likes and dislikes, their sense of humour, but really as individuals they couldn’t be more different.
Victoria was a strawberry blonde, pale skinned and had no fear whereas Sarah was dark skinned and would tremble in shadows.
Victoria was an extrovert, precocious, a real Lolita, very confident, self-assured, and pretty and she knew it, though not in a cocky way.
Sarah on the other hand, though also very pretty, was unsure of it.
She was shy and socially awkward and lacked self-confidence but being with Victoria made Sarah feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, she lived her life on Victoria’s coat tails and without her friend she floundered.
“She’s in Corfu” Victoria replied
“So what brings you here?” he asked
“We have the builders in at home and mum doesn’t want me alone in the house with the rough workmen in case I get tainted or have my innocence blemished”
“And she sent you to me?” he asked hopefully
“Not exactly” she replied “I chose you because I knew you had the day off”
“How did you know that?” he asked
Victoria made it her business to know everything about David Murray because she was in love with him.
“Your Mum mentioned it” she lied
“Do you mind me taking refuge here?”
“No problem” he said “But I’m actually going out in a bit”
“Oh” she said disappointedly
“But you could come with me” David offered
“Cool” she exclaimed
(Part 02)
Seventeen year old Victoria Crockford lived at number 5, The Close, in the picturesque village of Mornington-By-Mere with her parents and three siblings.
She was small girl, a smidge over five foot, with delicate features and long strawberry blonde hair and a large heart and that heart was full to overflowing with love.
And most of that love was directed at David Murray the gorgeous curly haired, dark skinned boy two doors away at number 3, where he lived with his parents Phil and Lully and his sister Megan.
David was not oblivious to the young girl next door but one, far from it, he thought she was lovely, he always had, but he thought it was a non-starter, not because she was way out of his league or anything like that, even though she was stunningly attractive, because he was an equally good looking man.
The problem for him was the four year age gap, or more precisely the likely reaction from their parents, after all she was not yet 18 whereas he was four years older and that had to make a difference especially to her parents.
So when she knocked on his door seeking refuge from the builders at her own house, her appearance prompted mixed feelings, he was overwhelmingly pleased to see her, and it was an opportunity to spend some time with her without her friend in tow, and she looked really lovely, but she looked so lovely that she represented a temptation he may not be able to resist.
“You’ll be lost while Sarah’s away,” he said
“You could keep her entertained,” she thought to herself “Please”
“Yes I will” she replied then as if to change the subject she asked
“Could I have a drink?”
“Of course help yourself” he replied, “You know where the glasses are”
The glasses were in the top cupboard and being only five foot tall she had to stand on tiptoe to reach them and the act of stretching up her arm, raised the hem of her skirt to expose the curves of her perfect little cheeks in her skin tight shorts.
When she had retrieved a glass she turned and glanced at him
“He was staring at my bum” she thought to herself and smiled,
David blushed when he realized he had been caught in the act and thought that was a good time to leave.
“Make yourself some toast or something” he said “I need to jump in the shower”
He had a lovely hot shower in the en suite in his parents room, as that was more powerful than the family bathroom, although a cold shower would have been more appropriate because of the inappropriate thoughts racing through his brain.
Once out of the shower he realized he didn’t have a bath towel, so he wrapped what he had around his waist and walked off across the landing to get a bath towel from the airing cupboard, which was just inside the door of the family bathroom.
He opened the bathroom door, stepped through and opened the airing cupboard and took out a large fluffy bath towel off the top shelf and closed the door again, which was when he realized Victoria was sat on the toilet with her shorts and pants around her knees.
(Part 03)
He opened the bathroom door, stepped through and opened the airing cupboard and took out a large fluffy bath towel off the top shelf and closed the door which was when he realized Victoria was sat on the toilet with her shorts and pants around her knees.
“I'm so sorry Vic” he said in a fluster “I just didn’t think”
“I am so, so sorry”
Then he hurried out of the door and back to the sanctuary of his room where he could hide his embarrassment.
After drying himself thoroughly he got dressed for the day and went back down stairs and walked back into the kitchen to find Victoria sitting at the table.
“I really am sorry hon” he said “I didn’t know you were in there”
“its ok” she said understandingly “I’m not cross, it’s not like you haven’t seen everything I’ve got already”
“When did I see you before?” he asked
“Sharpington beach 2003” she replied
“That doesn’t count, you were only three”
He pointed out and they both laughed
“Nonetheless you are forgiven” she said “So where are you taking me?”
“Sharpington beach sounds good” he said and they both laughed again
“How would we get there?” she asked knowing he didn’t drive.
There was a bus which ran from Shallowfield to Sharpington via Mornington and every village in between which took over two hours and because of the time of day it was hardly worth going.
“Good point” he said “We can go there another day”
“Ok” she said rather pleased that they had a future date even though David didn’t call it a date “That’s a date”
“That doesn’t solve the problem of where should go today” he pointed out
“Well where were you going to go before I knocked on your door?” Victoria asked
“Well I was going to ride over to Shallowfield, have lunch and the cycle back”
“Well let’s do that then” she said “I’ll go and get my bike and I’ll meet you outside”
“Are you sure? It’s a long ride” he said
“Are you suggesting I’m too weak and feeble to ride to Shallowfield?” she asked indignantly, drawing herself up to her full five foot and a smidge.
“Not at all” he said “but we can pedal slowly if that helps”
Victoria punched him playfully on the arm and laughed before she slipped out through the French doors.
By the time David emerged from the side of the house pushing his bike she was already waiting outside.
They set off from the Close and got on to the well-worn path that followed the southern bank of the River Brooke which flowed to Mornington from Shallowfield.
They cycled at a sensible pace and as it was such a glorious late summer day that they sat in the beer of the Woodman’s Axe and arrived about ten minutes before the lunch rush began.
They enjoyed a very pleasant lunch, and they chatted all the while about everything and anything except for the one subject they both wanted to discuss which was “them”.
Neither of them wanted to curtail their impromptu outing but after two hours David reluctantly said
“I think we should make a move”
It was bitter sweet for David because he loved being with Victoria but he didn’t think there was any future in it.
“Ok” she agreed reluctantly
(Part 04)
David and Victoria left the Woodman’s Axe pushing their bikes and walked in the direction of the River Brooke.
When they reached the River they carried their bikes down the steps to the bank and when they reached the bottom Victoria said
“Thanks for lunch”
“Your welcome”
“And the lovely company” she added and reached up and kissed him and David made no attempt to rebuff her for at least three minutes until he suddenly pushed her away
“I don’t think we should be doing that” he said
“Why not?”
“Because your mum wouldn’t like it” David said as he mounted his bike
“I don’t want you to kiss my mum” she said “I want you to snog me”
“We mustn’t do it again” he said and cycled off
Victoria quickly got after him and when she was right on his back wheel she shouted
“But I liked it, I liked it a lot”
“So did I” he shouted back
“Then why can’t we do it again?” she yelled
“Because of the age gap” he yelled back and then started to pull away
They cycled along at top speed and Victoria never fully caught him but David never managed to open up a gap either.
When they were in sight of St Winifred’s Church spire Victoria had managed to get within a half a bike length of him, but then disaster struck when her chain snapped and she was suddenly airborne
“Ahhh” she screamed as she left the river bank and plunged into the river.
David glanced over his shoulder just in time to see the splash and pulled hard on the brakes.
He jumped off his bike and as he ran back along the path he could see her thrashing about and could hear her yells and as he reached the spot where she went in he jumped in without hesitation and swam towards her.
She was splashing around and appeared unable to swim.
He was breathing hard from the riding as he closed the distance between them and as she struggled to stay afloat the water splashed all around her.
He swam as fast as he could and managed to reach her in time.
But that proved to be only half the problem as reaching his initial goal only brought fresh problems, the first was having to avoid her flailing arms and the second was getting her to the bank.
He got a good hold on her, but she was fully clothed so she was heavy, so it was with some difficulty that he swam her to the bank.
But as soon as they reached the bank it was apparent that she could swim as she wriggled free of his hold and pushed him against the bank and kissed him.
It was several minutes however before he berated her for faking her impending death.
“I thought you were drowning” he said crossly
David pulled himself up the bank with ease and then reached down and pull the featherweight Victoria from the river and then did the same with her bike.
“I told you no more kissing” he said
“You were enjoying it” she said
“That’s not the point” David said
“What exactly is the point David” she snapped “You like me and I like you and we both like the kissing, so please enlighten me as to the problem”
“You’re 17 and I’m 21 that’s the problem”
“I don’t care about that” she said
“But your parents will” he replied
(Part 05)
David and Victoria walked in silence from the river to the Close, save for the squelching of their saturated footwear.
When they got within a few yards of Victoria’s house her mum pulled up in her car.
“Hello Mrs. Crockford” he said warmly
“Hello David, thank you for looking after Victoria” she said and on closer inspection of her daughter she added “I think”
“My chain snapped and I fell in the river” Victoria replied to her unasked question “But David came to my rescue”
“Well done David” Mrs. Crockford said
“Victoria makes it sound more dramatic than it was” David said “anyway I had better go”
“Ok bye” Victoria said flatly
“Bye David and thanks again” Mrs. C said
“Mum, would you mind if I went out with David?” Victoria asked
“Well you’ve been out with him today dear” she replied
“No I mean go “out” with him” Victoria retorted
“I know what going out means dear” her mum said with a wry smile
“So?” Victoria persisted
“Why would I mind?” she asked
“Because he’s older than me” Victoria replied
“Your dad is older than me” she pointed out
“So you don’t mind then?”
“Is he a good man?” Jean Crockford asked
“Yes”
“And you like him?” asked her mum
“Yes”
“And he likes you?” she queried
“Yes” Victoria replied
“Then go and get him” her mum said
“Thanks mum” Victoria said and kissed her
“However I have one piece of parental advice to give you”
“What’s that mum?”
“I think you should go and get changed first” she asked as her daughter stood dripping on the carpet.
“Otherwise he won’t want to go out with you”
Victoria had a quick shower and then spent half an hour making herself presentable before she left the house in pursuit of her goal.
David had already had his second shower of the day and was sitting on the patio drinking coffee when he heard the side gate open and he looked in that direction to see who would appear and when he saw Victoria appear it took his breath away, she was no longer dressed as a teen in shorts and a dress top with converse on her feet, Victoria was dressed as a woman, in a fitted green dress, that hugged her young curves, and high heel shoes that took her to the dizzy height of five foot four.
“Hello” he said unable to take his eyes off her
“Hi, I was looking for your mum” she said coolly
“She’s not here” he replied
“What about your dad?”
“He’s still at work” David responded
“Ok what about Megan then” Victoria said
“She’s not here either”
“Oh goody that means we can snog then” she said and she plonked herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him
“No snogging” he insisted and evaded her lips
“Go on you know you want to” she said
“I never said I didn’t want to” David corrected her
“Then what’s stopping you?” she asked
“You know very well what’s stopping me” he replied
“My mum?” she said
“Yes your mum”
“Well I just asked my mum if she minded me going out with you” She said
“And?”
“And she said go and get him” Victoria replied
“Really?”
“Really”
“Give me a kiss then” he said
“No I don’t think I can be bothered now” she retorted
“We’ll see about that” he said and began kissing her neck and by the time his lips reached her ear she exclaimed
“Ok I give in” she squealed and then they had the first kiss as a couple.
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