Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, and despite the fact that she was barely five feet tall, and looked like a breadth of wind might blow her away, she was very strong and full of self-confidence.
But it hadn’t always been that way, when she was a young girl she lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and she was as timid as little bird.
The sixteen year old Freya was slender and pale and even smaller than the woman she would become.
The young Freya was every bit as pretty as her 27 year old counterpart but was completely unaware of it and as a result she lacked any self-confidence and was painfully shy.
In addition the sweet sixteen version was completely incapable of flirting.
So there she was sweet sixteen and never been kissed and she had lost her heart.
The recipient of her affections was Gary who she had had a crush on and had fancied him since Easter.
Tipton was a village full of posh houses and posh people who all knew each other’s business.
Gary’s family were new to Tipton and they had met for the first time at the Easter church service.
But despite the fact that they seemed to hit it off he never appeared to show any interest and she had begun to think he might be gay.
It was a beautiful June day and Freya was approaching the end of old farm lane, which led to the back of her house, when she saw Gary coming the other way.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up, which was mostly hidden beneath a broad brimmed floppy hat.
She was wearing a flowery green dress and clutching a garishly patterned bag to her middle.
Freya stared down at her flip flops as she was shuffling and scuffing along.
She threw the odd glance at him in his baggy t-shirt and knee length shorts and found herself getting redder and redder the closer they got to each other.
The grown up Freya was ultra-confident, self-assured, and pretty and she knew it.
While sweet sixteen Freya was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt, still pretty but had no idea of the fact.
The problem was that Gary wasn’t any more confident than she was so it was difficult to imagine how anything was going to come out of any social encounter.
Neither of them were capable of progressing the conversation to the conclusion they both wanted.
Which was evidenced by the two rather pathetically forlorn creatures who were ambling towards each other.
So it was when they got within a few feet of each other he said
“Hi Freya”
And she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“That’s ok, I was miles away” Freya said
“Are you going home?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “and you?”
And that was the tone and extent of the conversation and it looked quite possible that this chance meeting would end up being wasted as the fresh faced pair were so clueless and incapable of taking full advantage of a serendipitous meeting.
Lacking the gumption to anything else they were about to go their separate ways when fate took a hand when a mutual friend, Emma, appeared in the lane.
“What are you two up to?” she enquired
“Nothing” Freya answered,
“Come to mine then” she said “Dads put the swing ball up”
Freya and Gary looked at each other and smiled
“I’m in” She said
“Me too” added Gary
And they both smiled again mainly out of relief at getting the “Get out of jail free card” from Emma.
By the end of that day however they had secured their first date with a little helping hand from their friends.
And then for the whole of the summer they were inseparable.
Which culminated on the last day of the school holidays in a potentially significant event.
They were in his house, in his bed and it was her first time, well it was their first time, and it turned out to be a bit of a non-event.
There was a lot of snogging and some great petting which all culminated however, somewhat prematurely.
However they persevered and it was two days later she finally lost her flower.
And by the time the Christmas holidays came around they had become more accomplished and Gary had even managed to make her toes curl on an occasional basis.
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