It's currently August of 1956 in Daytona, Florida.
There's carnival going on downtown that you & your friend have been going to each year.
You happened to get a glimpse of what was going on at the performance stage while you and your friend rode the ferris wheel. Tons of girls your age, teens & early 20s, all screaming, gathering together, crazing over the newest up & coming singer, Elvis Presley.
You & your friend giggled when you saw Elvis get someone's intimates thrown at him on stage.
"He is a cute one, isn't he?" your friend mentions.
"Oh, very cute. So handsome. And talented." you say back.
"What if we get to meet him?"
"Wouldn't that be a dream come true. With my luck, I doubt it'll happen."
"You never know."
You and your friend hop off the ferris wheel when the ride was finished. You were about to go onto another ride, until-
"Oh shoot!" your friend shouts, looking at her watch. "It's getting close to my curfew! My parents will flip if I'm late! Are you okay catching a cab home by yourself? Or do you want to leave with me?"
"Oh, yeah. I'll be fine. I can always find a pay phone too and have someone come get me. Or maybe my brother and his girl are still around. I'll figure it out. You go on home before your parents rip you a new one."
"Thanks, pal. I'll you see later!"
And with that your friend was off. You wandered around the carnival by yourself on this humid Floridian night. You swear you felt eyes in you as you walked around, but never saw anyone behind you.
You took a break from walking around & leaned your back against a wall of one of the many food stands that were around. This one happened to be closed, so there wasn't very many people around.
It was in perfect view of the performance stage. You watched as Hank Snow performed, wishing Elvis was still on stage. But before you knew it, someone came right in front of you, startling you. They leaned into the wall, propping themselves with one arm. Looks like your luck is changing.
"Hey there, lil lady." Elvis says to you. "Been lookin' all over for you."
"Oh my gosh, Elvis! Hi! You startled me! Is it really you?"
"Yes, yes it is. I uh, I so happened to look over in the direction of the ferris wheel as you were getting off of it & I just thought you were the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on."
You blush at his words, "Oh, Elvis, stop. You can't quite possibly think that about little ol' me. You don't even know my name."
"Well, what is your name, darlin'?"
"Y/n."
"Y/n? That's a such a pretty name for a pretty girl like you."
"Why, thank you." you blush again, making your cheeks as red as tomatoes.
"So, where's your friend?"
"She had to scat. It was getting close to curfew for her, unfortunately. Her parents are really strict."
"I see. What about you? Are your parents strict?"
"They can be."
"You got a curfew, darlin'?"
"No, not right now. They don't really care how late I'm out during the summer. Especially if my brother is with me."
"Well, is he with you tonight? Is he here?"
"Somewhere."
"Is he going to go lookin' for you?"
"I don't think so. I don't even think he knows I'm here. What's with all the questions?"
"I was wondering if I could maybe take you back to my motel room?"
"Oh, Elvis. I don't know."
"You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I mean, I do. It's just that, I've never been touched in any kind of way before."
"Not even kissed?"
"I had a little tiny peck once from Johnny down the street when I was five, but that's it."
"Well darlin', I promise you, if we do anything, I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with. Or if I hurt you-
"It hurts?" you cut him off.
Elvis chuckles, "It can, especially for your first time. I'll go slow & be gentle. I promise. Only if you want to."
With that, Elvis pulls you in by your chin & places a sweet kiss on your lips. His lips were so soft, almost felt like if you were to kiss a marshmallow. Your heart melts from the feeling.
"Where's the motel?" you ask him after he breaks the kiss.
"It's just down the road, at the Copacabana Motel. I'm taking that as a yes?"
"For now." you smile shyly.
Elvis takes your hand & leads you down the street to the Copacabana Motel. He pulls his room key out of his pocket & unlocks his motel room door.
He takes you inside & throws the keys on the nightstand.
You notice the telephone sitting a top of the nightstand, with a note that reads "Call Dixie".
"Who's Dixie?" you ask him.
"Nobody, baby. Just a friend back home in Memphis."
"Oh."
Your heart pounds in your chest. You're all alone in a motel room with Elvis Presley. Never in your wildest dreams you would have thought someone so handsome would ever be attracted to you.
Elvis sits on the bed and takes his socks & shoes off, then pats the bed next to him, calling you to sit. "Come here, darlin'. Don't be shy."
You sit down next to him on the bed. You both look into each other's eyes. His eyes so blue, like the ocean. His black hair really makes them 'pop'.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?" he asks you.
"No. You could say that about yourself. They're so blue, and so..."
"So, what?"
"Hypnotizing." you say, getting what feels like being lost at sea with his ocean blue eyes.
His gaze breaks from your eyes and goes to your lips.
"Can I kiss you again?" he asks.
"Yes, you can."
Elvis leans in and places his soft, marshmallow-y, lips on yours.
"Has anyone told you how soft your lips are?" you ask him, breaking the kiss.
"Not until now." he responds, before going back in for the kiss.
He drags his tongue on across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You let him in, and he slips his tongue in to meet with yours. You follow his lead, as he turns the kiss into a make out.
You continue on with that for a few minutes before he breaks away to put his lips on your neck.
You feel your insides go into flames. You feel a pool of wetness start to form down below. Feelings you have never felt before. Feelings you weren't sure you should be feeling.
Elvis starts to speak, "Do you want -
You cut him off, "I want to."
He starts to unbutton your blouse & you decide to do the same to his shirt.
Once you're both unbuttoned, your shirts get thrown to the side.
You place your hand on his bare chest, taking in his gorgeousness.
"Stand up." he tells you. "Turn around."
Elvis unzips your skirt, and lets it fall to the floor. You slip your feet out of your shoes as you slip them out from under your skirt at the same time. While your back is still facing towards him, he unhooks your bra. You let that slip off of your body and you drop it to the floor.
"Goddamn. You are so, so, beautiful." He says to you, as you turn around.
He slips off of your stockings, along with your panties. Leaving you completely naked.
Elvis kisses your abdomen before dropping to his knees. He motions for you to put your leg over his shoulder to give him access.
You feel yourself become more wet than you were before as you feel his hot breath against your center.
A slight moan escapes from your lips. You couldn't help but to make a sound at your newfound pleasure.
Elvis drags his tongue over your clit, making you moan again. A bit louder this time.
Once he starts to put in his work, swirling and sucking, your moans get louder & louder.
You put one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. The other hand in his greasy dark hair, tugging at his tresses.
Elvis continued his work on your clit. You felt yourself release, making you moan so loud you practically screamed.
He licked you clean before taking your leg off of him and standing up.
"W-what was that feeling? Was that-
"Yeah, darlin'. It was." he smirked.
"Oh, wow. I didn't know they felt so-
"Good?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want more?" Elvis asks.
"Mhm. I want you." you say, looking him right in the eyes.
"Go ahead & lay down. Make yourself comfortable."
As you did that, he finished undressing himself.
Elvis got on the bed & hovered over you.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asks.
"I'm sure. I've never been so sure."
"Okay. If it's too uncomfortable or painful, I'll pull out. Just say it."
"Okay."
"I'll go slow. I promise."
Elvis keeps his promise and slowly glides his hard cock into you.
You gasp & wince at the feeling.
"Are you okay, doll?" he asks.
"Mhm."
He slowly goes in & out. You eventually get used to the feeling, and really start enjoying it.
"Can-can you go faster?" you stutter out.
"Yeah, you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
Elvis picks up the pace and goes a bit faster.
You start moaning once again. Your moans make him pick up the pace even more.
The feeling of his cock is sending you over the edge. Its a feeling you never knew you needed until now.
He kept going, and going. You didn't want him to stop.
"Fuck!" you yelled out, quickly covering your mouth in disbelief of yourself from swearing in such a way.
When you felt yourself come to another orgasm, you couldn't help but to scream his name.
Elvis pulled out quickly and let his juices spill out onto your abdomen.
He plopped next you on the bed.
"Damn. I'm never one for swearing, but....fuck. That was good. I didn't know that's what I've been missing." you let out in between breaths.
Elvis chuckles, "Glad to be the one you got to experience your first time with. I'll go grab a towel and clean you up."
He runs off to the bathroom & grabs a towel.
As he's cleaning you off, "Elvis..."
"Hm?"
"Will I ever see you again?"
"I sure hope so. You're a great girl, y/n. I'm sure if we're meant to see each other again, we will."
After he gets you cleaned up, you put on his lace button down shirt and snuggle up with him in bed, soaking up every ounce of him that you possibly can before he's off to his next stop on tour.
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