We were just a group of mates staying at Sharpinghead for the Spring Bank
Holiday Weekend.
Well, when I say it was just a group of mates, we were more than that and I
should also clarify that by saying it was a group of mates and Waldo.
We were staying at the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park close to Sharpington.
There were 8 of us altogether in three caravans, my sister Lorraine shared
with Louise and Charlotte, I shared with Dave and Andy while Samantha shared
the third caravan with her boyfriend Waldo Pienaar.
We were all in our early 20s apart from Waldo who was pushing 30 and again
with the exception of Waldo we had been friends forever.
Caravan holidays weren’t really my cup of tea at all, as I don’t like
caravans or tents for that matter but that’s probably because I’m 6ft 4, so of
course caravans don’t really cater for people of my height.
The only reason I went at all was because Samantha Perry was going to be
there, and the fact she was going was very important to me because I loved her,
I always had, and I always would, which was sad really because she didn’t love
me, because if she did, she wouldn’t have kept going out with a succession of complete
pillock’s like Waldo.
But I figured if I couldn’t have her to myself, I could at least be around
her and enjoy her company and it wasn’t the first time I’d tagged along on such
outings, so I wouldn’t want to give the impression that I was miserable on such
occasions, I still had fun I just didn’t have Sam to myself.
We arrived at the caravan park late on Friday night in the pouring rain and
we were all exhausted, we only had the energy for a quick drink and turned in
early.
Saturday started grey and damp and the evidence of the previous days deluge
was everywhere to be seen, but the sun burst through mid-morning and we got to
spend the rest of the day on the beach.
Which was where I got to see the sight that drew me to the beaches of
Sharpington in the first place, the most beautiful girl I have ever known
wearing her yellow bikini.
It was a lovely afternoon and we had great fun playing volleyball on the
sand, only my sister Lorraine noticed that I spent more time watching Sam than
I did the ball.
The evening though was a massive let down for me as Samantha and Waldo
didn’t join the group, Waldo wanted them to go out on their own.
The rest of us went to the pub and the evening really dragged.
I was up early on Sunday Morning of the Whitsun Bank Holiday weekend,
although no one seems to call it Whitsun anymore, the fad seems to be to call
it the Spring Bank Holiday instead, I don’t know why.
The rain had returned in earnest during the night and the park was very
quiet, I walked around for a while squelching between the puddles and then
approached caravan 17a.
The pretext was to speak with Waldo but in truth I wasn’t looking for him
at all the only reason I was going over there was to see Sam.
I knew she was an early riser so I was sure she would be up, and the kettle
would be hot.
I knocked on the door and got no answer which was strange, so I knocked
once more and still there was no answer.
I looked around and noticed Waldo’s car was gone, I knocked again, and I
was beginning to think there was no one in and then I heard the faintest
response of
“Come in”
I opened the door and stepped into caravan 17a and found Samantha propped
up in the corner on the bench seat, there was an empty glass on the table and
two empty wine bottles on the floor.
“Good morning sunshine” I said
“Is it?” she replied without opening her eyes.
She was sitting with both feet on the seat with her knees drawn up in front
of her and she leant forward and rested her elbows on her knees while her hands pushed her beautiful thick chestnut
brown hair off her forehead away from her bleary eyes.
I sat down on the opposite end of the bench, so I was looking straight at
her and I was very grateful.
The reason for that was that Samantha was naked apart from a pair of red
lace topped stockings, matching suspender belt and a wry smile on her lovely
face.
Her lightly tanned skin was sufficiently darkened, due to the previous
day’s beach activities, to highlight in stark contrast the distinct outline of
her bikini top and the pallid white flesh of her pert breasts surmounted by
perfect deep pink nipples arousing nicely in the cool morning air.
But my eyes were soon drawn to the glorious thicket that was the coarse
triangle of brunette hair that extended to their fullest extent either side of
her lips.
“Where’s Waldo?” I asked
“He’s gone” she said sadly
“What this early?” I asked
“No, last night” she replied coldly “he dumped me”
“What? He shagged you and then dumped you?”
“No, he dumped me and didn’t shag me” she said in disbelief “I got all
kitted out for him as well”
“I can see that babe” I said
“What?” she asked and screwed up her face in a puzzled expression as she
tried to decipher my words.
Samantha then opened her eyes to their fullest extent and looked at me for
clarification and I nodded in her direction in answer to her enquiry and her
state of undress suddenly dawned on her
“Oh God” she exclaimed and shut her thighs like a bear trap and scrambled
for her blanket
“You pig” she shouted “Why didn’t you tell me I was naked”
“Are you kidding me?” I said “and pass up the chance to see a gorgeous girl’s
treasures”
I realized the moments the words left my lips I had shown my hand,
“Perhaps she’s too hung over to have noticed” I said to myself
Her treasures were now well and truly buried beneath the hastily positioned
blanket and the only visible parts of her were her bright red face above, and
her red stocking covered toes, peeping out from below.
“Since when did you think I was gorgeous anyway?” she asked from the safety
of her hiding place.
“What do you mean?” I said cursing myself for letting my guard down, apparently,
she wasn’t as hung over as she appeared
“You said you wouldn’t pass up the chance to see a gorgeous girls
treasures” she said “so when did you start thinking I was gorgeous?”
And that was a question I was never in my wildest dreams expected to be
asked.
Faced with a direct question I couldn’t back track, so I took a deep breath.
“Well let me see that would be since about the time you were seven” he
replied
“Since I was 7?” she exclaimed in disbelief
“What did I do when I was seven that had such a profound effect on you?”
“You showed me your knickers in Belldon Wood”
“I did not” she protested
“Yes, you did” I said adamantly, “they were white with little blue
periwinkle flowers on them”
Samantha gasped and said
“I remember those knickers”
“So, do I, vividly”
“Oh God I did show you my knickers, didn’t I?” she said, she would have
gone red at the remembrance had she not still been crimson from showing me
everything else.
“Yes” I confirmed
“So, it was actually my knickers you thought were gorgeous” she said
I hesitated before answering, I could have agreed with her and simply
laughed the whole thing off, because if I told the truth then the genie would
be out of the bottle and I wouldn’t be able to unsay it.
“That’s not true” I replied deciding to bite the bullet
“I think you’re gorgeous now and you’re not wearing any”
“Don’t remind me” She said blushing crimson again and hiding her face
behind her blanket.
“So, you’ve fancied me ever since I was seven?”
“Pretty much” I confessed
“You really fancied me all that time?”
“It’s worse than that I’m afraid!” I admitted
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked emerging from cover.
“I never knew how” I replied
“I was just a passing fancy then” she said dismissively
“Not at all” I corrected her “I’ve always wanted you, but because you’re so
special to me, and you’re such a good mate I didn’t want to risk losing that if
you didn’t feel the same about me”
“So, did you ever get close?” she asked softly
“Once or twice”
“And?” she queried
“You were in between completely unsuitable boyfriends who didn’t deserve
you at the time” I said
“But I dithered around for too long, so I wasn’t even able to catch you on
the rebound”
Once the cat was out of the bag, I thought I might at least get closure,
for good or bad, but as it turned out I didn’t get to hear her response.
Samantha’s mouth opened but before she could speak there was a loud bang on
the door.
“Who is it?” Sam yelled crossly
“It’s Loz you grumpy bint”
How ironic that my sister of all people would turn out to be the killjoy,
she had been encouraging me for years to tell Sam how I felt.
“The door is open” Sam said
Lorraine opened the door and walked in and I was the first one she saw.
“Hey Mark, I’ve been looking for you” she said and then her eyes fell on
Samantha
“Oh, dear me, you look really rough” Lorraine said and laughed
“Shut up and have some respect for the dead” Samantha responded
“Well, I suggest the corpse gets its zombie arse into the shower and then
get your glad rags on” Loz instructed
“Why what’s going on?” Sam asked
“We’re all going into Sharpington for lunch” Lorraine replied and then
turned to me
“And you, we leave in an hour, come on”
She started out the door and was expecting me to follow.
But I stood in the doorway and turned to look at Sam
“I liked it when you called them my treasures” she said
“You’re the real treasure” I responded, and she smiled and just before I
closed the door I said
“Wear your lemon dress, you always look stunning in that dress”
When I had closed the door and walked down the steps, I found Lorraine was
waiting for me around the corner.
“Did you know Waldo did a runner last night?” she asked
“Yes” I replied
“So?”
“So what?” I asked
“So, now’s the time to get to her before she gets tangled up with some
other loser”
“What do you think I was doing when we were interrupted?”
Lorraine stopped and grabbed my arm
“You told her?”
“Yes” I replied and started walking again
“So how did it go?” she shouted
“How do you think it went” I snapped “I’m out here with you”
Sam and I travelled to Sharpington in separate cars and as I was in the car
Andy was driving we arrived in town ten minutes behind Louise and the girls despite
the fact we were right on their bumper when we left Whitecliff Hill Park and
the reason for that was because he drives like an 80 year old woman.
We were further delayed due to the fact that he is totally incapable of
parallel parking, so by the time we reached the restaurant the girls were
already seated at the table and I ended up with Lou and Lottie between me and
Sam.
It was a long and frustrating lunch, finding myself so far from the woman I
loved, and the service was diabolical.
On that particular day of all days, it didn’t help and although I was
delighted to see that she was wearing the lemon dress as I suggested, every
time I caught her eye she looked away immediately.
After lunch the weather brightened so we all walked down to the seafront, I
walked slowly behind the pack with my hands stuffed in my pockets and cursed my
stupidity for making my declaration to her.
My worst fears had been realized, I had shared the secret I had kept to
myself for 17 years and as I always knew would be the case if I spoke up,
instead of winning her love I had now lost her friendship.
“Why did I do it?” I said to myself and then I felt an arm slip through
mine, when I glanced sideways to see who the arm belonged, I fully expected it
to be Lorraine but I was amazed to see it was Sam.
“I have a confession to make” she said
“Oh yes” I replied
“I think I chose totally unsuitable boyfriends who didn’t deserve me
because I couldn’t have you” she said, and we came to a stop
“And now?” I asked with bated breath
Samantha had turned to face and said
“I choose you”
And then she kissed me.
We walked the length of Sharpington seafront in the warm May sunshine and
talked like we had never talked before.
And by the time we returned to the others it was almost evening.
“Come on you two” Lorraine called “We’re going to the pub as soon as we get
back, you in?”
“Count us out we’ve got plans” Sam said
“Oh, where are you two going then?” Lottie asked and I turned to look at
Sam because I didn’t know what plans we had either and Samantha squeezed my
hand and smiled at me.
“A treasure hunt” she replied and we both giggled
Everyone looked completely bemused by her answer and my response to it but
suffice is to say we were in Samantha’s caravan until midafternoon on Bank Holiday
Monday treasure hunting.
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