Andy's Shorts to GA Prompts - 31. Prompt #152

“Do you mean to tell me that was your first . . . . Oh crap!” Joanna was standing on her doorstep and had just finished kissing her date goodnight.

“That’s nice that is, Joanna. Just what do you mean by ‘oh crap’?”

“I’m so sorry George, that bit just slipped out. What I meant was if I’d known that was your first kiss, I’d have been a bit more gentle with you. Nobody’s first kiss should have involved me grabbing and squeezing their butt, and trying to lick their tonsils. I just didn’t think that at fifteen, that you might never have been kissed before.”

“Joanna, you can be such a romantic sap at times, but that’s one of the things I love about you. A first kiss doesn’t have be some tender kiss on the lips, under a full moon, with fireworks going off you know. Besides, I prefer a bit of animal in a potential girlfriend anyway.” Joanna's date playfully gave her butt a squeeze and winked at her.

“Well I disagree. A first kiss should be something special, something soft and romantic, not going at each other like two dogs in heat. Let’s try that kiss again shall we?” Joanna said. This time she was more gentle and romantic. She slowly leaned in, their noses brushed, and they kissed each other slowly and softly on the lips.

Just as Joanna was about to touch George’s thick black hair, a voice yelled, “Mum! Jo’s back from her date, and they’re making out in full view of the neighbours.” It was Joanna’s annoying little brother, Marcus.

“Marcus, don't tell tales. Jo, come in and introduce me to your date,” her mum called out from somewhere near the back of the house.

“OK, Mum,” Joanna called back. She then turned to George and said, “I’m really sorry about this, but I’d better introduce you to Mum.”

“It’s all right Joanna. It’s a little sooner than I’d have liked, but it had to happen sooner or later.” The two of them walked into the kitchen where Joanna’s mum was preparing dinner.

“George, this is my mum, Susannah. Mum, this is George.” Joanna’s mum turned around, and her first thought was that her daughter was playing a trick on her.

“Joanna, I asked you to bring your date in.”

“Mum, this is my date.”

“You went out with some boy called George. So where is he?”

“Mum. This is George. Her name is Georgina, but she goes by George.”

Georgina held out her hand, and in an Irish accent said, “It’s a real pleasure to finally meet you Mrs Tatler.”

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