Angela With The Elphin Face

 

If you looked closely at Angela Buckland you couldn’t help but see why she was one of the most popular girls at school.

Her Elphin face had a shape and symmetry that was easy on the eye and her figure was to die for.

Although there were girls who were more classically beautiful they didn’t have any of the character of Angela’s.

Her silky red hair shone and shimmered as she moved her head and her brown eyes bore into your soul when you met their gaze.

As if her unique beauty was not enough she was also athletic, artistic, intelligent and sexy.

I think everyone, boy or girl that ever met her fell instantly in love with her.
But I had been in love with her since before she blossomed.

Despite all the attention though Angela managed to keep everyone of the suitors at bay which led to the rumour that she played for the other side.

I never believed that for a moment and I had known her longer than anyone.

Because Angela Buckland was the girl next door.

And she had lived there since she was three and we had been best friends since the beginning.

So when she was approaching her seventeenth birthday I wouldn’t have been at all surprised to get an invitation we had after all been friends since nursery school.

 

Having established that Angela was one of the popular group, I was in no uncertain terms not.

I was not athletic, artistic, or sexy but without being immodest we did have intelligence in common and my forte was science, in particular Physics.   

So under normal circumstances, friendship and intelligence aside, why would one of the popular girls invite a Science geek to her 17th birthday party?

Anyone not close to her could be forgiven if they were surprised but I was not.

They would have been further surprised when it turned out I was only one of six guests at the party one of those being Angela herself.

Though for me it certainly wasn’t a surprise knowing her as I did she was never a flashy person.

She didn’t want a big flashy party with lots of superficial friends.

So there was just Angela, me and four other guests who were also old friends chosen for their friendship and not their social standing.

Kelly Reed was also one of the popular girls but she started with us in nursery as well and she had no affectation either, her cousin Roy Pollard who was 18, Mark Clench and Susanna Perioli.

The party was at a Chinese restaurant called the Blossom Garden which was Angela’s favourite.

As you would expect from such a great restaurant it was a really excellent meal and as Roy was 18 he ordered wine with meal so as we reminisced about our shared history we laughed until we cried.

 

As we left the Blossom Garden and got down to street level we had the usual hugs and kisses on the pavement and then Kelly went accross the road to where her Dads car was parked.

Then as Mark, Susie and Roy all lived in the same neck of the woods went off to get the bus and Angela and I headed to the station to catch the train.

 

As we walked up station approach I said

“I had a really great time” 

“Yeh me too” she replied

“Wasnt it great to get the six of us together again?”

“We should do it more often” I suggested

““We” should get together more often” Angela said

“What just the two of us?” I asked

“Yeh” she said coyly

“Just you and the geek?” I asked with surprise

"You’re not a geek” she said defensively “And anyway if you were that wouldn’t stop me fancying you," she said.
"You fancy me?" I asked pointing at myself
"Didn't you know?"
I shook my head
"What about you?” she asked shyly

“Do you fancy me?

“I don’t know about fancying you” I said and she was clearly crestfallen for a second

“But I’ve been in love with you since we were 7 if that counts”

“Pig” she said and laughed before she kissed me softy on the lips which led to the most wonderful spine tingling embrace that seemed to last forever.

When it ended she looked at me with her soulful eyes and smiled the most loving smile.

I returned her smile and wanted to say something fitting for the moment but I was lost for words.

“Wow” she said beating me to the punch

Then she giggled and ran off up the road and shouted over her shoulder

“You’ll have to marry me now”

Uncanny Love Tales – (078) The Dapper Doctor

 

It happened during one special Summer Holiday on Teardrop Lake when Brothers Julian and Nigel Arbury were staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel on the shore of Teardrop Lake.

The view of the lake from the forested hills was spectacular, the lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point, but it was beautiful and relatively unspoilt.

Julian spent his days sailing on the Lake, whereas Nigel was more interested in walking the woods or birdwatching.

The lake was beautiful, it was both idyllic and peaceful, there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used, there were no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies, skiffs and the more recently introduced electric dinghies.  

 

Julian hadn’t seen an electric dinghy before, until his first day out on the lake, it was out in the middle of the lake with an olive-skinned girl sitting on the bow fishing with her lovely legs hanging over the side and dangling in the water and she gave him a wave as he passed her, which he returned.

He sailed up and down the lake for another hour and a half before he passed the boat again and this time she was standing up in the boat and waving both arms frantically, so he went over to investigate.

“Is everything ok?” he called as he lowered the sail.

“It won’t start” she replied.

“Out of charge?”

“No, out of bloody order” she replied and laughed.

“Do you want a ride back to shore?” he asked as he drifted alongside.   

“Yes please” she replied and climbed aboard and handed him the painter which he tied to the stern cleat “I’m Maria by the way”.

“Julian” he responded.

“Where would you like to go?”

“Can you take me to the East Jetty?” she said and pointed it out.

It took a while because it was against the wind, but they chatted on the way.

Her full name was Maria Fiorellino, and as her name suggested, she was of Italian decent, with a Mediterranean complexion, dark lustrous hair, and a beautiful smile.

She was a doctor at the local Health Centre and was in danger of being late for her afternoon telephone consults, she would have missed them altogether had he not come along when he did.

He drifted up to the jetty, climbed out and tied off the line before taking Maria’s hand and helping her step onto the jetty.

“Thank you, kind sir,” she said and smiled before tying her boat to the capstan.

“I can’t thank you enough for coming to my rescue, I’d offer you some lunch but I’m desperately late”.

“Some other time” Julian said.

“It’s a date, I mean… well … you know … bye” she stammered and rushed off.

“Very nice” he muttered to himself “Very nice indeed”.

 

He spent the next couple of days on the lake but didn’t see her out in her boat again. 

Then the day after, he had to take Nigel, well forced would have been nearer the mark, to the Dancingdean Health Centre in Shallowfield after getting a nasty cut on his leg following a slip on wet rocks by Shoe Buckle Falls, so named, as legend had it, after a 17th century fugitive Cavalier who was pursued into the forest by parliamentarian soldiers but disappeared in the vicinity of the falls and all they ever found of him was his shoe buckle.

Nigel didn’t want to make a fuss over the cut on his leg, he would have been quite happy to stick a few plasters on it, but Julian was having none of it.

“It needs stitches” Julian insisted.

“But…”

“But nothing” Julian said, “Get in the car”.

 

The owner of the Shallowfield Lodge, Sheryl Brown, had phoned ahead so when they got to the Health Centre they were expecting them, it was while they were sitting in the waiting area that he caught sight of Doctor Fiorellino just for a minute, long enough to take in and appreciate her, medium height, super slim, very dapper in a dark blue trouser suit, and standing perfectly erect with her tiny feet together, looking very prim and proper, then sadly she went back into her room.

After Nigel’s name had been called and he followed the practice nurse into the surgery, he got up and walked over to where he had seen her and pretended to study the notice board.

He was there for a full five minutes before he heard her door open and when he heard footsteps, he turned around he said.

“Hello Doctor”

“Oh er… um … Julian …” she stammered and smiled broadly.

“What a nice surprise, nothing serious I hope”.

“Serious?”

“The reason for your visit to the surgery” she explained.

“Oh, I see, no its my brother, he has a nasty gash on his leg” he replied, “I’m just here to remind you about the lunch you owe me”.

“Oh yes lunch” she responded and began playing with her hair in a flirty way.

“I can’t really manage lunch this week, but what about dinner?”

“Even better” he said, and she blushed.

Uncanny Love Tales – (077) Green Eyes

 

It happened during one special Summer Holiday on Teardrop Lake when Brothers Nigel and Julian Arbury were staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel.

Nigel spent his days walking the woods or birdwatching, whereas Julian was more interested in sailing on Teardrop Lake.

The view of the lake from the forested hills was spectacular, the lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point, but it was beautiful and relatively unspoilt, but it was not the view of the Lake which lingered most in his memory that holiday.

 

It was on the fourth day of his holiday when Julian forced him to go to the Dancingdean Health Centre in Shallowfield after getting a nasty cut on his leg following a slip on wet rocks by Shoe Buckle Falls, so named, as legend had it, after a 17th century fugitive Cavalier who was pursued into the forest by parliamentarian soldiers but disappeared in the vicinity of the falls and all they ever found of him was his shoe buckle.

 

Nigel was a painfully shy man, which was perhaps why he spent so much time following his solitary pursuits, so he was always reluctant to put himself in situation where he had to be face to face with strangers which is why he didn’t want to make a fuss over the cut on his leg, he would have been quite happy to stick a few plasters on it but Julian was having none of it.

“It needs stitches” Julian insisted.

“But…”

“But nothing” Julian said, “Get in the car”.

 

The owner of the Shallowfield Lodge, Sheryl Brown, had phoned ahead so when they got to the Health Centre, they were expecting them.

They went straight to the reception desk, and were greeted by two smiling receptionists, the first one was an older lady who exuded efficiency, and it was she who took all of his details, but Nigel’s attention was drawn to the younger woman, she was of Chinese heritage, and the older lady called her Frankie.

Frankie was sitting at her desk typing on her laptop, and she was wearing a short summer dress, and as she was sat side on to him, he had a lovely view of her shapely smooth skinned naked legs, from her cute knees down to her lace trimmed ankle socks and the flat shoes on her tiny feet.

Frankie ticked a lot of boxes for Nigel and when she turned and smiled, she ticked another one.

However, the next time he looked at her lovely legs she caught him and when she smiled in response, he blushed so he and Julian went and sat down in the waiting area.

Sadly, from where he was sitting, he couldn’t see Frankie anymore and they sat there for about 20 minutes before his name was called and he followed the practice nurse into the surgery, when he looked across to the reception desk, Frankie was stood up with her back to him and he still thought her legs were lovely. 

 

It turned out that Julian was right to take him to the Health Centre as he needed six stitches and a tetanus jab, and instructions to rest the leg and have the dressing changed at the centre the next day.

When he returned to the waiting room, he found his brother Julian in conversation with an attractive woman with a Mediterranean complexion and dark lustrous hair.

She was medium height, super slim and very dapper in a dark blue trouser suit, and standing perfectly erect with her tiny feet together, and she was playing with her hair in a flirty way.

He really envied Julian’s ability to engage complete strangers in conversation and charm them, he could never do that.

He found out later that she was a Doctor called Maria Fiorellino, and as her name suggested, was of Italian decent.

 

For the next few days, he had to curtail his walking, and restrict his birdwatching to what he could see from the environs of the hotel, he did go out on the boat with Julian one day, but it wasn’t really his thing. 

So, on Saturday he decided to throw caution to the wind had headed up to search for the green Woodpecker he was searching for when he cut his leg, he just made sure he stuck to the well-trodden paths.

 

He had been out for about an hour and was lost in his own thoughts when an unfamiliar voice behind him said.

“What are you doing up in the woods? apart from disregarding medical advice”.

“Bird watching” he replied and when he turned around, he saw it was Frankie Fong, from the health centre and added.

“Oh hello”

“Don’t you “Hello” me” she chastised “You’re supposed to rest that leg”.

“I have been this is my first time out, honest, and it’s much better, really” he babbled on but when he looked up, she was smiling.

“I was only teasing”.

“Oh,” he said and blushed

“So, what’s then plan today?” she asked, “Have you seen all the local sights, The Chapel, the Follies and the Tower?”

“Yes” he said, “but I prefer something natural rather than manmade”.

“Yes, I know what you mean” she said, “What about the falls?”

“That’s where I did this” he replied pointing at the bandage.

“Of course, silly me, best not go back there yet” she said with a giggle.

“Well, what about Lovers Leap?” she said.

“Lovers Leap?” he repeated.

“Yes, it’s a kind of rocky shelf that juts out above the cliffs, the view is amazing” she explained.

“Great, how do I find it?” he asked.

“I’ll show you if you like” Frankie suggested.

“Oh ok, yes that would be lovely” he replied.

 

The cliffs were an extension of those that formed part of the northern side of Teardrop Lake and formed the natural border between the Teardrop estate and the Dancingdean Forest proper.

Lovers Leap was so called because it was where desperate and broken-hearted lovers would leap to their deaths although there was no evidence that anyone actually had.

 

It wasn’t a long walk from where they met but it wasn’t an easy one either, so as it was a hot day, and not wanting to be sweating profusely by the time they reached Lovers Leap, and mindful of Nigel’s leg, Frankie took them the long way round, which was a much gentler climb, and gave them chance to chat.

“So, do you live around here?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m lucky enough to have a flat overlooking the lake” she replied, “its heaven”.

“Wow you are lucky” Nigel agreed.

“What about you, where is home for you?” she asked.

“Childean” he replied.

“So not far then” Frankie said and nodded to herself “and when do you return home?”

“Next Saturday” he replied.

“Another week?”

“Yes, I need to make the most of it” he said.

“Good idea” she retorted.

 

When they reached their destination, they walked onto the shelf and took in the vista, and it took his breath away.

They sat down on the rocky shelf which bizarrely felt cool despite the heat of the sun, and they shared the bottle of water from Nigel’s pack.

“So, what were you looking for with these?” she asked and picked up his binoculars before standing up to survey the trees below, while she did that, he surveyed her legs again.

“Oh, it’s a bit blurry” she said so he stood up behind her showed her how to use the focus.

“That’s much better” she said cheerfully.

“What am I looking for?”

“A Woodpecker” he replied.

“What colour is it?” She asked scanning the treetops.

“Green like your eyes”

“I’m surprised you noticed that they’re green” she said turning to face him.

“Because I know you like my knees as I caught you looking at them more than once, and I thought that was the sum total of your interest”.

“Nnnnno my interests are much higher than that”.

“Really? So above my knees then” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“No! I didn’t mean that” he replied with alarm.

“So, what then? come on out with it” she demanded.

“Your heart” he replied.

“Good answer” she said and kissed him.

Uncanny Love Tales – (076) Mother Theresa

 

The village of Kettlewell sits in the rolling Pepperstock Hills that form the northwest border of the Finchbottom Vale and it is half a mile from the hamlet of Kettlewell-on-the-Hill, the two of which made up the parish of St Augustine’s Church, and Kettlewell is 1.5 miles from its largest neighbour, Highfinch, which was where Theresa Gammon was driving to on a hot sunny afternoon.

She lived in Kettlewell, on the far side of the village right on the edge of the countryside, in a large detached former farmhouse and had lived there her who life and could never imagine living anywhere else.

Theresa had come close to losing the house after her husband left and had to work hard to keep a roof over her daughter's heads after the divorce.

She had had to make sacrifices over the years and one of those was romantic attachments which was why she hadn’t found a significant other in her life.

However, her daughters, Lily, and Rosie, were now both engaged to fine young men, so time was running out to find love again before the grandchildren came along.

When she arrived at the Tennis club she parked up, and when she got out, she was wearing white Tennis shoes, white ankle socks with yellow trim and a pale-yellow tennis dress, mid-thigh length, to show off her lovely long tanned legs.

On her head she wore a peaked cap, and her hair was tied in a ponytail, Theresa had the same colouring as her daughter Lily, pale ginger hair, fair delicate skin, and stunning blue eyes, her hair was going a little salt and peppery, which she could have dyed,

 but she rather liked it.

She smiled when she saw her Tennis partner walking towards her, because her children had been talking about wanting to find someone for her, but they didn’t know that she already had her sights set on the new Church Warden, who was her partner that afternoon, but hoped that was just the beginning.

Uncanny Love Tales – (075) Grecian Crush

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Gary Welsh, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.

They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros. 

It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and among them was Alisha Beckwith a girl he had known at school, in fact she was his first crush.

There had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice, but it never quite happened for them, but there they both were on the same island at the same time and with no attachments, and it was apparent straight from the start that there was still a spark.

An ember which glowed beneath the Greek skies and burst alight with a kiss on the sands of Agia Marina beach one bright warm day which led inevitably to burning passion in his apartment where they made love for the first time.

 

Gary stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her stir as the afternoon sunlight painted patterns on her naked contours as it shone through the billowing curtains.
Her hair was still damp from their passionate exertions, clung to her face and neck and beads of sweat sparkled on her luscious skin.
She lay on her side, knees drawn up to her belly, showing off the wonderful sweep from her narrow waist to a curvaceous hip and then onto the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks.
Alisha rolled on to her back as she stirred again and the magnificence of her was there before him with patterns of light and dark dancing over her gorgeous form.
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her and Alisha’s eyes opened and she smiled the broadest smile when she saw Gary watching her.
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face then moved onto her knees and stretched, leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her supporting herself on clenched fists and throwing her head right back putting on a display until her black hair tumbled down her back.
His eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her form, the cascading black hair, down the cords and sinews of her neck to the fine structure of her shoulders.
He dwelt, naturally, on her firm breasts and proud nipples before continuing to the softness of her flat belly and her curved hips and round buttocks before reaching the thick black triangle and her long taught thighs either side.
He left the doorway and picked his way through the discarded clothing on the floor to reach the bed where she now sat on her haunches looking at him.
A radiant smile was illuminating her face with eyes that said “again please”

Uncanny Love Tales – (074) The Sister’s Best Friend

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Rob Tory, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.

They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros. 

It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and among them was Rebecca Kinsey, his sister Mandy’s best friend.

Rob had fancied her for years, but she had always given him the cold shoulder.

But suddenly they were both on the same island at the same time and with no attachments so he thought he would chance his arm one more time.

It took the best part of the two weeks but eventually she weakened and agreed to go moonlight swimming on Agia Marina beach one warm and balmy night.

But he wasn’t going there for a swim, and he hoped she wasn’t too.

First of all, they just walked together hand in hand in the moonlight but very soon their Metaxa fuelled thoughts turned to more passionate delights.

The beach was deserted apart from the two of them and silent but for the gentle breaking of the waves and when they stopped to kiss it proved to be the prelude to something more as they stood beneath an olive tree and quietly undressed.

 

Rob and Rebecca lay entwined in the moonlight panting and sweating in the sand.

“So, you finally got me” she said.

“I was beginning to think it would never happen” Rob said.

“I wasn’t” she replied and kissed him passionately and then got up and ran into the sea.

Uncanny Love Tales – (073) Afterglow

 

Henry got out of bed and left Sandra sleeping and went to the kitchen to get drinks.

She lay serenely in the afterglow, the sweat of earlier passions spent had evaporated and was no more and her tousled blond hair framed a peaceful face with the red glow that had previously graced her cheeks no longer visible.
Her eyes were resting, her mouth open slightly and her full lips still moist, and on her pale smooth skin no hint remained of what had passed.
The contortions of orgasm which were earlier etched into her innocent face lingered no more, but he thought they would soon be present again.
She lay beneath a silken sheet stretched more tightly across her breasts showing them in sharp relief.
The cool evening air from the open window aroused her nipples which then stood proud through the taught silk and she murmured in her sleep and squirmed in unison as her arousal continued elsewhere.
If Henry did not return to the bed her satisfaction would have to be in her own hands but luckily Henry did return as he was himself aroused.