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“One of the reasons I’m still a stupid virgin is because of you!”
All the anger seemed to melt from his face as a tender expression took over. “I don’t think there’s anything stupid about being a virgin in this day and age,” he said softly. “But since I’ve spoilt you for any other man so far, then the least I can do is undo the damage I’ve done.”
“What…what do you mean?”
“I mean, Angie, my sweet,” he said, kissing her lightly on the lips, “that you’re quite right. It is high time you lost your virginity, but I also think your first experience should be with someone you really fancy…Therefore I’m volunteering to be your first lover.”
Dear Reader,
Love can be full of surprises!
Welcome to the first book in Miranda Lee’s bewitching trilogy AFFAIRS TO REMEMBER. This month, and for the next two months, this popular Australian author brings you three complete stories of love affairs with a difference—there are twists to all the tales that you won’t forget.
Read on now to find out how one stolen kiss changed Angie’s life forever…!
Sincerely,
The Editor
A Kiss To Remember
Miranda Lee
ANGIE looked over at the sulky-faced girl sitting on the other side of her desk and shook her head sadly. What was the world coming to when girls thought they were freaks just because they were still virgins at seventeen?
‘Debbie, dear,’ Angie said, with as much patience as she could muster at five to four on a Friday afternoon. ‘It is not a crime not to be sexually active at your age. In fact, in view of the health hazards these days, I would say it was very sensible. Can’t you at least wait till you leave school? This year is almost over, after all. You have less than twelve months to go before you graduate.’
Which could be part of the problem, Angie suspected. Next year—Debbie’s final year—would be a very stressful one. A lot of Year Eleven students let their hair down at this time of the year. This year’s exams were over, summer had arrived, and the end-of-year party scene had well and truly begun—with all the accompanying hazards of alcohol and drugs. A lot of girls lost their virginity at such times, but mostly this was an unpremeditated event. Debbie’s decision to sleep with her boyfriend was hardly that.
‘Look, I know you probably think you’re madly in love with this boy,’ Angie went on. ‘But love rarely lasts long at your age. Next year—or even next term—it will probably be another boy, then another. If you sleep with all of them, then…’
‘I’m not at all in love with Warren,’ Debbie denied, her defiant eyes shocking Angie. ‘I just want to know what it’s like, that’s all. You read so much about it and everyone else is doing it.’
‘Everyone else is not doing it!’ Angie argued, her cheeks pinkening with what she hoped looked like indignation.
‘That’s all very well for you to say, Miss. I’ll bet you know what it’s like. I’ll bet you’ve had loads of boyfriends!’
Angie could feel her face beginning to burn. ‘Now, you look here, young lady,’ she began firmly. ‘My boyfriends are my business. What we are here to discuss is your sex-life, not mine! Besides, I happen to be twenty-four years old—not seventeen. Believe me when I tell you that when I was your age I definitely was a virgin.’
And you still are, a small dark voice pointed out drily in her head.
Angie scowled, both at the voice and at Debbie.
‘As your school counsellor,’ she continued, in her best lecturing tone, ‘my advice to you is to wait till you are at least in a steady relationship before you take this step. Making love should not be an experiment—especially the first time. It should be a very special experience between two people who truly care about one another. It should be an experience to remember and look back on with good feelings, not regret.’
Even as she was saying the words Angie could see she was not getting through to the girl. Debbie confirmed this opinion by pouting and not meeting her eyes. ‘Rebecca said you’d understand,’ the girl grumbled. ‘She said you’d help me like you did her.’
‘Rebecca was an entirely different case,’ Angie muttered, even as she knew she was defeated. Privately, she might be a romantic and an idealist. Professionally, she was a realist.
As Debbie’s counsellor she had a responsibility to look after the girl’s physical as well as her mental health. For they were intrinsically linked. Unhappily, she opened the bottom drawer and drew out a couple