Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (12) The Girl in the Poppy Print Dress (Part 04)
On Saturday Jerry had to work a 12 hour day to put the finishing touches to the yearend accounts and on Sunday it was his mum’s birthday so he had planned to spend the whole day with her.
However he had at least finally succeeded in talking to Marti and it turned out that she was tied up all weekend as well.
But they were both hopeful that the following week would offer an opportunity for them to actually get together.
Jerry picked his mum up from Childean on Sunday morning and took her to St Andrew’s Church and afterwards out for lunch to The Huntsman’s Lodge restaurant and from there he drove her home and then went inside to have tea with her.
“Put the kettle on Julius” she said and he winced at the sound of his name said out loud but he duly obliged and while he was in the kitchen there was a knock at the door.
His mum answered the knock and an exchange of exited chatter ensued.
He recognised the other voice to be that of Aunty Erin, she wasn’t really an auntie just a long standing family friend who was particularly close to his mum.
Jerry hadn’t seen her since he was at school, but throughout his childhood she and her family had featured extensively in his life.
“I thought I would just pop in and wish you a happy birthday dear” Erin said
“And I brought Sonja along to say hello, she’s just back from University for the weekend”
Jerry’s heart sank, he remembered Sonja very well, she was younger than him by about 4 years and she was a clumsy gawky girl who used to trail around after him.
She was a blight on his childhood summer holidays.
“Oh it’s so lovely to see you Sonja” his mum said
“Julius is in the kitchen”
He winced again at the use of his name and a moment later Jerry got his first sight of the young woman called Sonja, narrow hipped, round pert buttocks, small breasts, firm to the touch and soft-silky skin.
And that last part wasn’t wishful thinking either, he knew this to be true and not merely a fanciful notion, because it was her bed he had reluctantly vacated the previous weekend and as if to dispel any doubts she was wearing the same poppy print dress she wore when they first met.
“I thought it would be nice for them to see each other again” Erin said
It was nice to see her, he thought but not as nice as it was the last time they met.
So Marti was actually Sonja Martl, he didn’t realise the clumsy gawky girl Sonja of his childhood as the same girl who called herself Marti who he’d made love to in Sharpington.
She went by the name of Marti because so many people misread or misspoke her surname and so that name stuck.
So it turned out they really had known each other for ever, that’s why she seemed to fit the template, because she was the template.
“So you’re Julius” Marti said
“And you’re Sonja” Jerry responded
“It’s nice to see you again” she said formally “After all these years”
“Yes, perhaps we might go out while you’re home and catch up” he replied and then he whispered
“Did you know?”
Marti just shook her head in the negative and said
“Yes that would be nice”