Alan Parks eased himself gently down the slope, leading the way for his cousin Wendy who followed reluctantly behind him.
"Where are we going?" she asked looking bored and tired.
"Exploring" answered Alan.
Wendy didn't want to go exploring, she wanted to stay at the guest house and read her magazines; watch TV; and spend the day lazing about without having her parents nagging at her.
Alan took a slow careful look round. The hollow they'd descended into looked deserted. An abandoned old building stood at the far end, and they were far enough away from anywhere that they wouldn't be disturbed, and no-one would hear them even if they shouted at the tops of their voices. That might be important, Alan thought.
They were on holiday. Although not the kind of holiday either of them wanted to be on. Their friends all got to fly off to exotic destinations where they could lie on sun soaked beaches, and live it up at night while the parents thought they were fast asleep. No, their parents had decided on a holiday in the New Forest, where Alan's dad and his uncle could practise their tedious photography hobby. The adults had left early this morning, checking one last time to see if Alan or Wendy wanted to join them, but the idea of spending a day tramping around the countryside while their dads discussed 'f stops' and crap like that appalled them both.
Their parents had been reluctant at first, but Alan was fourteen now, and Wendy was thirteen, they figured they could probably trust them to take care of themselves for the day, and had packed themselves off in the car; issuing dire warnings for misbehaviour. Truth be told, the adults were glad not to have to drag two sullen teenagers around with them, even if they did have misgivings about leaving them on their own.
Alan had had a lie in, day dreaming about what he could do today, but in reality there was only one thing on his mind, and that thing was Wendy. He'd never really got on with her before, but he'd noticed this past day or so that she'd changed. Her long brown hair, her elfish face, her body: beginning to blossom into that of a young woman's, was driving him wild. She even smelt different. He'd spent many an hour at night fantasising about her.
She'd been reading in the guest house lounge, some trashy teen magazine full of gossip and tips on boys and safe sex. He'd had to spend ages to persuade her to come out for a walk, the lazy cow, but in the end he had persuaded her. She was tiring now though, and clearly on the verge of turning back.
Alan brought his careful survey of the hollow to a halt, and looked back at Wendy. Her head was down, watching her footing carefully. She wore a lilac t-shirt, and faded old blue jeans. She planted her feet with the greatest of care, in an attempt to avoid getting her pink and white trainers dirty.
Reaching the flat grass she looked up at Alan, her face a scowl. He was grinning at her strangely, and she wasn't amused. Alan was a little short for his age, and hadn't bulked out yet, he still looked boyish. He was cute, but not the sort of hunk that Wendy dreamed of. She only liked older boys, boys who were more grown up, more mature.
"I want to go back, I'm bored with this nature shit" she said.
"Show me your fanny!" said Alan.
Wendy's mouth opened in surprise, not sure if she'd heard him right.
"What?" she exclaimed.
"Show me your fanny" he repeated, with a little less authority this time "Please" he added hopefully.
"Fuck off!" she replied, turning away from him and starting back towards the gentle slop that led back out of the hollow.
"Oh come on, please!" Alan begged hurrying to catch her up.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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