Georgia's English Rose by JT Harding Page A

careful,
Lil. If anyone finds out what we’ve done they’ll split us up. You
know they will. You remember what happened to Angie Turner and
Becky Miller? They got caught, and they were only kissing. They
sent one to Scotland and one to Wales. If anyone saw us like we are
now I don’t know what they’d do.”
    “Send us further than Scotland and Wales,” I
said.
    “I guess they would.”
    She kissed me again and I kissed her too. We
did that for a while, then Georgia said, “What time do your folks
get up in the morning?”
    “About six. Mummy always gets up and makes
breakfast before Daddy goes out.”
    “Will she come in here?”
    I shook my head. “I expect Mummy will bring
us a cup of tea, but not too early. About eight, probably.
Why?”
    “I want to sleep with you like this as long
as I can. I want your skin against mine all night.”
    I looked at her and rolled away. “I’ll set
the alarm for seven,” I said, rolled back as Georgia enveloped me
in her arms.
     
    When my mother came in with
a tray holding two cups, a teapot, a small jug of milk and some
biscuits, we were dressed again. Mummy put the tray on the box at
the foot of the bed and drew the curtains. We had only closed them
after the alarm woke us to get dressed.
    “Did you sleep well, girls?” she asked,
smiling at us from the window.
    “This bed is wonderful,” Georgia said. Her
accent was strong this morning, and I thought she was deliberately
exaggerating for Mummy. “I can’t remember the last time I slept so
well.”
    She sat up against the pillows and I caught
Mummy glancing down as Georgia’s breasts moved inside her negligee.
My old cotton pajamas covered me completely. I couldn’t even begin
to guess what Mummy thought of Georgia.
    “Take your time, girls,” she said as she
made for the door. “Breakfast in about an hour. Mikey’s having a
lie in too.”
    “Lovely,” I said, and Georgia grinned.
    As soon as we were alone Georgia turned and
kissed me, her tongue seeking its way into my mouth and I returned
the kiss, growing instantly wet between my legs.
    I pushed her away, laughing. “Good grief,
Georgia, at least let me have my tea first.”
    Georgia laughed. “That’s so very English,
Lil. But you taste better than tea. Much better.” But she let me
crawl to the bottom of the bed and pour tea into our cups.
    I was aware of my bottom sticking up and
knew Georgia would be studying me. I hoped I wasn’t a
disappointment. My backside might seem a little skinny in
comparison to hers, but she had said she loved me. My
stomach filled with butterflies as I remembered her words.
    I handed a cup to Georgia and sat back
against the pillows, crossing my ankles as I sipped the too hot
tea.
    “What have you got planned for today,
Lil?”
    “Nothing at all,” I said. “You don’t want to
do anything special, do you? I thought I might show you some of the
farm, and there’s a nice walk down by the river.”
    “Suits me, honey,” Georgia said, pulling a
face as she sipped her tea. I knew she would prefer coffee, but
that wasn’t an option anymore. “It’s great to be able to kick back
and not have to think about anything. Great to be able to sleep
next to you, sweet thing.”
    I felt myself blushing. Even after last
night I couldn’t quite believe what we had done, couldn’t quite
believe Georgia liked me that way.
    Mummy must have been saving eggs and bacon
for weeks for our breakfast, and I was glad Georgia showed her
appreciation. Afterward we were sent packing with sandwiches and a
flask for lunch. I pulled on my old Wellington boots and Georgia
discovered Mummy’s fit her so we stomped off across the fields, an
odd sight in our summer dresses and boots almost to our knees, as I
led the way up the low rise behind the house. From the top Georgia
would see almost all of the farm.
    As soon as we were out of sight of the house
Georgia’s hand searched for mine and I smiled, a warm glow settling
in my chest.
    A narrow