Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (09) Uniformity (Part 10) Monday
Jonathan and Nerissa went into Jeff Hammett’s house and Jon said
“Bad luck cutting yourself like that”
“Oh no it’s quite apt” she said “I always had scabby knees when I was at school, my friends always teased me”
“Talking of friends, where’s Victoria?” he asked Victoria was her best friend after all and she was staying at her house for the weekend.
“I left them to come and find you” she said “We’ll see them up at the party”
“I really can’t go I have to catch the 4 o’clock train” he said “now go and sit on the sofa and I’ll get the first aid kit”
“Do you want a drink?” he shouted from the kitchen
“A glass of water please” she shouted back as she took off her hat.
He walked back into the lounge with a drink in each hand, the first aid kit under his arm and a towel over his shoulder.
Jonathon handed her the drink of water, knelt down in front of her and opened the first aid kit.
“You don’t have to catch the train you know” she said as he irrigated the wound with water and cleaned it with a cotton wool pad
“I’m driving back myself tonight”
“That’s very kind” he said “but I couldn’t impose”
“It’s really no imposition” she replied “I live in Finchbottom as well you know”
“I don’t have a costume anyway” he said trying to draw a line under it and before he had chance to reply he changed the subject
“So how old were you when you last wore that uniform to school?”
“16” she replied as she sat perched on the edge of the sofa
“This might sting a bit,” he said as he applied the antiseptic
“Ooh” Nerissa winced
Jon had his right hand under her knee as he applied the plaster “So sweet sixteen….” he said rubbing the corners of the plaster with his thumbs
“…. And never been kissed” she finished as she reached forward and kissed him on the mouth, more of a peck than a kiss and then she went terribly red.
Jon wasn’t expecting that, it came right out of left field, he wasn’t complaining it’s what he would have done had he had the courage.
He moved his hand from her knee up to her crimson cheek, which was burning with embarrassment and he stroked it gently as he pulled her face towards his.
“Do it like this” he said and put his lips to hers once, twice and then a third time when their mouths gently sealed on each other.
It only lasted a few moments and when their lips parted everything in their lives had changed.
Suffice is to say that Jonathon didn’t catch the 4 o’clock train to Finchbottom and nor was Nerissa able to persuade him to go to the Fancy Dress party.
Instead of rubbing shoulders with Peter Lutchford’s well healed locals or arty types from the film industry, he and Nerissa stayed at Jeff’s where he was able to undo all her fine work in making herself look sexy.
They weren’t missed at the party though as Victoria and Jeff never left her house.