It Started With A Kiss by Lindy Dale Page B

the sides firmly
down. He gestured to Georgie to sit. “That should do.”
    “ My hero,” Georgie
gushed.
    “ Get in the car,” he
laughed. “You’re shivering.”
    Only with excitement, Georgie thought. Nate
was back and this time, she wasn’t letting him go.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 8
     
    People who believed that Georgie and Nate
were inseparable when they’d been friends were astonished at how
much more time they were able to spend in each other’s company once
they became boyfriend and girlfriend. From the morning after their
first kiss, Nate had practically taken up residence at Georgie’s
house. He had spare clothes in her wardrobe and a wetsuit hanging
in the garage. Every time Georgie’s mother turned around, he was
there, helping with the dishes, doing homework with Georgie or
putting the vacuum cleaner over the living room rug. At one stage,
Mrs. Bird declared she was unsure if they’d gained a boyfriend or a
live-in housekeeper. Whichever, she knew it wasn’t healthy. Georgie
should be out with her girlfriends, not spending every minute with
a boy she’d known since she was eight. It had been fine when they
were little but the way they made eyes across the dinner table
these days was no longer because of some childish stunt they’d
planned. There were an awful lot of teenage hormones on the loose
in the Bird household and none of them were from the new pair of
Lovebirds Mr. Bird had insisted on buying.
    For Georgie’s part, once she’d discovered
kissing Nate to be akin to an afternoon in the company of a huge
slab of chocolate fudge, she’d never looked back. They floated for
hours by the edge of the pool, their hands twining and unraveling
along with their lips. They lay on the cool grass of the front
lawn, their bodies playfully tangled like puppies in a dog basket,
a sight that caused Mrs. Longo the next-door neighbor, to barge in
the gate late one afternoon and demand they stop. Seeing Nate
fondling Georgie’s bare stomach was apparently too much for her
sensitive nerves. Georgie had smirked when Mrs. Longo suggested
that if she wanted to watch pornography she’d take up using the
Internet. Mr. Longo had been doing that for ages. They’d seen him
through the lounge room window.
    At Nate’s house, they spent whole evenings on
the bed in his room, listening to music and kissing frantically
with one ear to the open door in case his mother appeared. And as
their kisses grew more ardent so did their need to explore other
body parts, with the door shut. Unfortunately, Nate’s mother never
seemed to see it that way. She designated herself the guardian of
Georgie’s purity and could often be heard stomping along the hall
to announce her presence and stating she didn’t think Georgie’s
mother would approve if the door were closed. They never got to be
alone.
    By the time Georgie and Nate reached the age
of seventeen, they’d been a couple for almost two years. As far as
teenage romances go, theirs had run a marathon at the Olympics and
was now in training for the next. Their feelings, far from
dissipating as hoped, had escalated into a deep lustful love and
while Mr. and Mrs. Bird thought Nate was a very nice boy with
impeccable manners, they were under no illusions that Georgie and
Nate, if they hadn’t already, were soon to take their relationship
to the final level.
    The awful realization that the children were
no longer children hit home on the day Nate pulled into the
driveway of Georgie’s house, a pair of red and white P plates
taking pride of place in the front and back windows of the car he
was driving.
    “ Oh my God, Roger,” Mrs.
Bird gasped, as she pulled back the curtains to have a closer look
at Nate’s new Corolla wagon. “His parents have bought him a car. A
wagon.”
    “ Calm down,” Mr. Bird
replied, coming to stand next to his wife. He could see she was
about to collapse. “It’s only a car.”
    “ But it has one of those
fold-down seats in the back.” Mrs.