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

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... together. Not sure if it was to try to stop certain feelings from affecting her or to enhance them. But with the sweetest accent he had ever heard come out of a human being she replied, "It's nice to meet you Marshal, my name's Savannah...", she paused. He looked at her inquisitively. She said to Marshal I've got a bit of a dilemma, you see, my daddy told me never to give my full name to anybody I wasn't doing business with or broken bread with. And since I don't know if this is really business we're doing here, would it be okay if I waited until after we had lunch together to give you my last name?" I could tell she was nervous, so I tried to set her mind at ease, "Those are real sound words. I highly recommend doing whatever your daddy tells you to." Her panties instantly got a little wetter as she said to herself, "Who's your daddy? Oh, do tell me what you want me to do to you, daddy. Oh god you're so cheesy, shut up!" That is as beautiful and unique a name as you are. It is truly a serendipitous pleasure to meet you!, Miss Savannah." He watched her entire face blush. And with an embarrassed smile, she turned away. In a very adorable 'aw shucks' kind of way. "Stop, you're just teasing me now". "No ma'am, I assure you, I am not teasing at all! It truly has been a pleasure meeting you!"

"But!" He paused, "I do have to ask you something." He paused again. "Oh shit!", she thought to herself, "I know what he's going to ask. If I tell him the truth, that I'm only 19, than ...

... this is all over. There's no way he's going to want to spend the day, let alone the next few weeks hanging out with some dumb 19 year old kid! I just know it!" Her thoughts bounced around her head like a pinball machine "I have that fake ID! Trish and I got them so we can go to see music at the clubs. I can tell him I'm 21, or 22, the ID says I'm 22, so it doesn't seem so obvious." Argh!! Her head was exploding. What seemed like minutes in her head, was nothing more than a second of real-time. "Here it comes! I can see the words forming on his lips. Uh, those lips! I should just kiss him before it's all over. Before he has a chance to ask, and this all ends. I just don't know if I can lie to him. He's looking right at me. I really don't think I can look at him and lie to his face." Unbeknownst to her, he was having a similar argument in his own head. "Oh my god, she's so pretty! Man those eyes! Just look at those eyes. I wonder what she's thinking? I wish I knew what was going on in her head. I don't 'really' need to know, right? I could just go on and just not know. Do I even have to ask her? Yes! Remember... girl... 16... blackjack table? Oh come on! She's not 16! He argued with himself. You know she's not 16. But dude you have to ask. Oh man, come on, just look at her mouth! It's almost as if she's trembling. I really want to kiss that mouth. I just want to reach out and slide my fingers to either side of her neck and pull her closer to me. To taste the moisture of those ...