Doc Sherwood
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Thanks, Morgan
Morgan was lazily scratching the backs of her long legs with a ballpoint pen. She was the first thing I saw when I shyly stepped out into her garden after undressing, and that slow stroking action alone was starting to make my head spin. We were both down to our underwear, white cotton limpid in the dusk, but the high black hedges surrounding Morgan’s house guaranteed privacy. Though it was evening, there was still enough light in the late June sky for us to see each other.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part three
“You shouldn’t poke it out so much then,” Jenny replied. “My serve!” I felt utterly defeated. She was right – nothing was ever going to hurt a girl in that way, just like no girl was ever going to be bothered in a PE lesson by what she had to carry around in her underwear. But I knew I couldn’t give up, so got ready for Jenny’s serve, feeling a pang of panic as I remembered she only needed one more volley to win. Doubtless Jenny saw the flicker of anxiety that crossed my face at this thought.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part two
I should have known what I was letting myself in for, since it wasn’t even like I’d never played Jenny at tennis before. It was just I’d somehow decided the honour of boys everywhere rested on the outcome of this mixed-singles match. That was how I came to be scampering round the tennis court in Jenny’s garden this late birthday afternoon before tea, trying hard to keep up with her, for although younger than me she was very good at this game indeed.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part one
My birthday. Somehow I’d survived three weeks of perpetual aching which threatened to drive me up the wall in PE, not to mention a related problem reliably coming up several times a day. I was meeting Morgan tonight, for what I very much hoped would be a blissful ending to my interminable wait! One hurdle remained though, because Jenny had insisted on throwing me a birthday tea round at hers. I couldn’t turn down her invitation without explaining to her what my other plans were, and as I had a feeling Jenny wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to know about these, there wasn’t much choice but to get the tea over with first!
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
No Picnic, part four
I was furious about everything by then, simply everything. I saw that I just had to do something, anything on this day, whereby just once boys could get the better of girls. And suddenly I knew what it was. Holly had her back to Kyle’s friend as she celebrated and he was gazing hopelessly at her. Before I could let myself think any of the thoughts that would stop me, I strode over to the little girl, took the hem of her skirt in both hands, and whipped it all the way up.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
No Picnic, part one
So I went to Jessica’s for tea, just like her mother had asked! Once there I changed back to gym kit, because even by late afternoon it was still too hot a day for school uniform. Jessica’s little cousin Kyle and the friend from his school who he’d brought to tea had both done the same, so we sat about the garden in our shorts and tees a bit, enjoying the sun. Kyle looked like Jessica, only he had fair hair and freckles. Until now I’d only ever seen him in his school uniform, which seemed to make him fidget even more than Jessica did in hers. His friend meanwhile had green eyes and dark brown hair. It was too hot to start chucking a ball round, for which I was secretly grateful. The company of other boys was more fun for me when we didn’t have to do that!
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
No Picnic, part two
Pettishly, I reached for a pink-iced cake. Whip! Holly snatched the last one and smirked at me. Scowling and red-faced, I reached for one with raisins instead but Jessica smartly caught that one too. Her giggles made my face burn all the more. I was getting so sick of these girls!
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Junior Tournament
Two Saturdays in. There was one week remaining until my birthday, and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to last it out. Nor did I think I’d last my mixed one-on-one match in the junior tournament Jenny had been thoughtful enough to enter me into.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction