Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... hand. I took a deep breath and said..."You go... we go!" I gave him a wink and a head nod, and slowly, quietly we turned the corner, returning to the foyer of the house.

With his eyes and his hand leading us, he motions me over to the portrait of Elvis at the bottom of the stairs. My heart is racing. I swear you can see it bouncing out of my chest. And then it hits me, I know what his plan is. And it's an impossible, absolutely crazy no chance of working, plan. We're staring at the painting, like art students studying each brush stroke. Patiently waiting, while a family is looking at the roped off living room. I whisper, "This is crazy, we can't do this." He squeezes my hand and gives me a look like he's reaching inside of me, giving me his courage. He smiles, winks at me and gives me a gentle "shhhh." He closes his eyes, nods his head and squeezes my hand, the universal sign for 'don't worry we got this'. When the family walks out, without rushing, he looks around one last time. He reaches down and unlatches the rope at the bottom of the stairs. With my hand in his, he uses them to motion me through it, onto the stairs. He turns, reattaches the rope, and quickly but quietly, using my hand in his, he pushes me up the stairs. With him, literally having my back.

At the top of the stairs we turn left, to an open hallway. His head is on a swivel as if he's looking everywhere, all at once. He guides me to a door at the end of the hallway. As he reaches out for the knob, ...

... a wave of panic rushes over me. Why did he choose this door? How do we know what's behind it? How do we know it's not an entire room of security cameras or worse, guards!? How is he so calm and not freaking out? I guess it's true what mama told me, that "Boys... will do stupid shit... when it comes to sex." Yeah well, "What's that say about me mama? Cause here I am too!" "Well, you always was a tomboy baby, so yeah, here you are too.", I could hear her saying. The door opens and my eyes close as he pulls me inside, behind him. All I heard was, "Wow!" come from him, as I slowly opened my eyes. The electricity of excitement and enjoyment took over my entire body. "I" was standing in Elvis' bedroom. It was all white and gold with purple velvet bedding and curtains. I was quickly looking around, trying to take it all in, before someone walked in, catching us. He, on the other hand, was looking around oddly. Like he was 'casing the joint'. I whispered, "What are you doing?" He said, "Looking for cameras. But I'm not seeing any." We were both smiling ear to ear when he came over and kissed me. He looked into my eyes and said, "Look, we gotta make this fast! It's definitely not going to be as drawn out and loving as I wish our first time could be. But, it WILL be memorable!"

His hands went to my face and through my hair as he kissed me. I could tell he was trying to be as passionate and loving as he could, although, with a sense of urgency. His lips were so soft as they barely ...