Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

So there’s this girl, 19 and fresh out of high school. It’s summer in the city of Memphis, and she’s up and out of her aunt’s house early. Excited, because she’s decided to spend the day with the windows down, the breeze blowing through her curls and music blaring out of her Granny’s old ’57 Chevy. She stops at a mini-mart to fill her tank and get an ice-cold drink for the road. It’s already starting to warm up, so she’s thankful for the slight breeze.

Her mind starts going towards her upcoming responsibilities of working and starting college soon. She gets irritated with herself for allowing her mind to go there. This isn’t the day for that, this is the day for relaxing and fun in the sun. A day for leaving all your worries behind and seeing what adventures are out there waiting for her.

Just as she’s in the middle of fueling and scolding herself, a sweet breeze starts to caress her. Shes thankful for the white sundress, with pink flowers, she decided last minute to throw on. That breeze had started at her ankles and rolled its way up under her sundress. The thin sheen of sweat starting to glisten her skin, mixes with the breeze, causing an instant cooling sensation throughout her entire body. The kind that causes your whole body to shiver and tingle inside, deep inside. It’s the kind that makes your girl parts moist and your nipples come to life, pressing against the top of her dress. Enjoying this sensation and wanting it to continue, with her eyes closed, she shifts her position against the car. With her head resting in her arms on top of the car, she spreads her legs slightly, hoping for another welcoming breeze.

What she gets instead, is the intrusion of a red pickup truck pulling into the station. The driver stops at the pump next to hers. He gets out, smiles at her with a head nod and says “mornin'”, before starting to fuel his truck. Entranced with his smile and eyes, and with a complete disregard for the obvious age difference between the two of them, she awkwardly stammers out, “HI! Umm hello!”, as he’s walking away. Heading into the store, he turns back and gives her a slight smile and chuckles.

While she’s being too hard on herself, he’s using this last glance to take in absolutely everything about her. The golden color of her hair and the way the curls frame and capture her face. The insane brilliance of blue in her eyes. Thinking only Lake Tahoe can match their beauty of blue. Her sweet lips and that smile, all accentuated by magnificent cheekbones. All that beauty, held in place by the most perfect and sensual neck he’s ever seen. A slight glisten of sweat made her neck and upper chest sparkle. In an instant, he takes it all in. Capturing it like a snapshot, holding onto it for as long as his brain will allow.

Oblivious to any of this going on, she decides to slow the flow of fuel, hoping she can manage a legitimate reason to still be there when he comes out. As he enters the store, she peers into his truck, trying to get a read on what kind of a person he is. Hoping not to get a serial killer vibe, from whatever’s inside. She hears Led Zeppelin coming from the speakers and spies a large black leather duffle bag with a matching backpack and a small cooler. A larger cooler accompanies a couple more duffle bags, and what looks to be your basic camping gear, stowed away in the bed. She’s impressed with the cleanliness inside, especially for someone on a road trip. Although, she concludes, nothing suspicious or serial killer-ish at all.

She hears him laughing as he’s leaving the store and hurriedly gets back to her side of the fuel island with her car. He grabs a bag of ice from the ice cooler in front of the store. As he’s walking back to his truck he looks up and sees her still there and smiles, “Wow! These pumps must be going slow. I didn’t expect I’d be seeing you here when I came out.” Annoyed, she pulls the nozzle from her car and slams it onto the cradle of the pump. “Wha…. why? So you were just ‘hoping’ I wouldn’t be here when you got out!?”, she irritably replied. “No no no!!” He quickly stammered out. “You’re right, that didn’t come out right, let me explain. As I was walking in, I turned around to steal one more glance of you, thinking it would be my last. I mean you are…. seriously… just stunningly beautiful! You really are. And, with all due respect, I’m quite sure I could have dreamed of you every night the entire summer, just based on that one last glance. So no, actually, you are exactly where I was hoping you’d be.” “Oh my!”, she said, pleasantly embarrassed.

Eager to change the subject she blurted out, “I like your music”. “Huh?” He was so focused on her, taking in every detail, watching every movement, he wasn’t aware of the music playing in the background. He turned and strained to listen, Led Zeppelin was spilling from his truck. He said, “Oh, right, Zeppelin can’t go wrong there.” With genuine passion, she said, “I think John Bonham is the most amazing drummer ever!” And with that… he was hooked. This young, probably too young most would say, gorgeous, tanned, blue-eyed blonde beauty had him captivated.

At that exact moment how apropos that, It’s Now or Never could be heard coming from her car. “Ah, Elvis!”, he said, with a slight rise of his eyebrows as he nodded towards her car. “So you’re an Elvis girl are ya?” “Well, I mean, Memphis… right!? (her arms in the air motioning around) So yeah, it kinda goes with the territory.”, she said with a smile, a tilt of her head, and a slight shrug of the shoulders. That combination of gestures, he determined, was probably the cutest thing he had ever seen.

He had to prolong this conversation and sooner or later they were going to have to leave the gas station. His mind raced trying to come up with anything, when he spotted the map sitting on his dashboard.

Reaching through the window for the map he said, “Hey, maybe you could help me out with something.” He walked to the front of his truck and spread the map out across the hood. She walked over next to him and their arms brushed up against each other as she helped smooth the map out. She was close enough that he could breathe her in. The touch of her arm against his, was like electricity running through his body. He was unaware that the feeling he was experiencing was completely mutual. She enjoyed another of those familiar shivers that had been running through her body all day, now, as their arms touched.

She was eager to see and hear what his plans were. Wondering if there was anyway she could work herself into them. For reasons she wasn’t quite sure of, or particularly care about at this moment, she was able to kick her usual shyness to the curb. She leaned in, smelling his cologne and feigning interest in the notes and scribblings on his map. With all the courage she could muster, as she reached out to inquire about what it all meant, she pressed her hip up against his, their legs now touching as well. He let out a slight cough with the unexpected contact. Nervousness started to creep in, as he became aware of the growing excitement that would become all too evident if he stepped away from the front of the truck. She too was experiencing the same nervousness, as she was noticing the dampness in her panties and wondering if he was aware of her nipples, straining to break through the thin material of her dress. He was, he most certainly was.

With a girlish laugh she said, “and what does all this mean!?”, motioning to his scribbles and doodles. He said, “Well, after a quick Google search, I found a listing of the Top 10 things to do in Memphis only locals are aware of”. She tilted her head up at him, her curls cascading across both their arms, with a ‘you’re kidding me, right!’ smirk on her face. As she laughingly blurted out, “only the locals know about it, and you found it on the internet?!” He joined in with the laughter going on at his expense, “Well, I didn’t say it was a full-proof perfect plan.” Her laughter continued as she leaned over causing their shoulders to give a playful bump. “Let’s see what you’ve got here.” She said as she reached across to pull his map closer, pressing her left breast into his arm.

The excitement, amongst other things, was growing. He said, “well, there’s supposed to be a cool, what they called a waterhole, around here somewhere. (pointing out an area on the map) Supposedly, it’s got amazing views with pretty clear water and not many gators and snakes. Which I thought, well that’s a plus!” She was shaking her head in agreement, “Yes, I know that spot, a lot of kids go there at night and, you know… (stammering) skinny dip, and other things.” “Oh really!”, he replied. “Well, being as it’s still before noon, I’m sure we’ll be safe from that crowd.” He decided to be bold, “And you? Have you ever been there to ahh partake of this skinny dipping, of which you speak?” “Oh no!” She shyly replied with a slight giggle. She was enjoying the constant touch that lingered between them and got back to the map. “So, anyway, it’s over here” she pointed out, “just past Graceland.”

“Ahh Graceland! Also on my list of things to do while I’m in town. But I didn’t need a Google list to tell me about that one. I’ve been wanting to go there for years.” “I wonder what else is on that list of things ‘to do’ while he’s in town?” she pondered to herself. “Perhaps a beautiful 5’9 college bound blond?” “Pfft Beautiful, yeah right!” Her inner dialog screamed, arguing with herself. “No, not beautiful, he said I was ‘stunningly’ beautiful!, that’s what he said. He thanks I’m stunningly beautiful and… oh my god! What am I doing? I don’t even know his name. I should just…” “Is there anybody in there??” She heard singing outside of her head. “ha… Pink Floyd, that’s funny!”, she quipped back at him. He asked, “Are you OK? Where’d you go there?” She said, “yes, sorry! Just went inside my own head for a minute! But now, where were we?

Ah yes! Graceland.” He said, “Right, Graceland. I’m sure being an Elvis girl, you’ve been? Is it worth it?” “Oh goodness yes! I’ve been many times. I absolutely love it there. I’ve been so many times, I could be giving tours.”, she said with a chuckle. “Oh really?” he replied, “Well it’s starting to sound, to me anyway, like I need to hire you to be my tour guide while I’m in town.” She wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not. But wasn’t letting this go and jumped at the opportunity. “I could do that.” She ‘tried’ to toss out, before he continued on with. “Oh, right, I’m sorry. I don’t know where my head’s at. I’m sure you’ve got other plans. I mean of course you’ve got other plans for your summer. I’m sure the last thing you wanted to do is…” “YES!! (she blurted out.) “I mean no. ARGH!! I mean yes I’d like to and NO I don’t have anything else going on!” Frustrated, she grumbled to herself under her breath. Wondering how she could be so cool inside her head and the complete opposite out here in the real world. She composed herself, put her hand on top of his and said, “Look”, with a roll of her eyes and a slight shaking of her head, “here, let me try that again…..” Her voice trailed off as he got lost in those magnificent blue eyes staring back at him. His gaze shifted down and he was transfixed on a single bead of sweat trailing down those muscles in the human neck that form a V. “Look at that perfect neck he was thinking to himself. “And look at that perfect bead of sweat right there on that sexy muscle. Mmm I could take the tip of my tongue and run it slowly from the bottom, right near her collarbone, capturing that sweet droplet, while my tongue changes its path upwards to just below her ear. Maybe I’ll continue going around to the back of her neck, lightly grazing my teeth along the way… Stop stop stop!!” He argued with himself. “What are you doing? You don’t even know her name! You don’t know how old she is. You know you’re terrible with ages! Shit, she could be 16, like that girl at the blackjack table that one time. Mmm but that mouth, look at her mouth and her tongue, I can see the tip of her tongue while she’s talking to me. I wonder how it would feel, to suck that into my mouth? To feel its wetness alongside mine. STOP!! You’ve got to stop you’re not doing yourself any favors down below!”

And with that, he allowed her voice to creep back in, to hear. “… So what I’m trying to say is, Yes I’d like to and No I don’t have other plans. I mean, if you were serious?” “Yes, yes I was.” He quickly answered, hoping she didn’t realize he trailed off there for a good minute or five. She was feeling excited, her whole body felt excited. She could tell that he too was excited or nervous, as he stammered on with something about paying her. “I should pay you, right? I mean tour guides do get paid. And I’d be taking up your time and your summer. I should at least…” He was rambling on and on. But all she could think about was, “I can’t take money from him, not for this! Not with what my head has hopes of happening. That is NOT the kind of thing a good girl takes money for.” “Oh no! I couldn’t take money from you. This’ll be fun and definitely better than any plans I had. (which was none) So you’ll actually be doing me a favor, letting me tag along with you.” “OK, well, I’m not sure I can accept that. So we’ll put a pin in it and see if you feel different after babysitting me for the next 3 weeks or so.” 3 weeks!! Her insides were doing somersaults.

“Sooo umm…” He awkwardly started. “Uh oh”, she was thinking. “…I need to make an apology.” Her mind was racing, “Oh crap, what? Do I even want to hear this? Man, I want to kiss him, before whatever he wants to say, has a chance of ruining the opportunity. Is he dying!!? married!? He really is cute, with his blue eyes, and that sexy goatee. He’s got a bit of the ‘dad bod’ going on, but still, he looks like he works out some. I’m pretty sure I saw his package trying to extend itself out the front of his shorts earlier. I wish I was one of those girls brave enough to just reach out and grab him. I wonder what he would have done? Oh god, what is it? Just tell me!!” “So earlier, I was thinking that this was just going to be polite chitchat with a stranger at the fuel pumps. And now, over an hour later, we’re making plans and, well, I have rudely not introduced myself.” “Haha I know what you mean, I was thinking the same thing!” she laughed. He extended his hand to her and smiled. She reached hers out and let her fingers rest in the palm of his hand. His hands were strong and soft. Not too soft though, she could tell he was used to doing real work with them. “Hi! I’m Marshal… Marshal Hendrix”. She was squeezing his hand, captivated by his smile and his kind eyes. His eyes looked like they’ve seen WAY more than his years. The electricity pleasantly washed those familiar tingles throughout her body. Subconsciously she squeezed her thighs 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 lips, before letting my tongue slide inside her mouth. If I kiss her before I ask, and the answer isn’t good, I at least have that, right!? Ouufff, This body of hers, and in that dress! Man I love a hot girl in a sundress, ESPECIALLY if she’s not wearing panties! I can tell she is, but still! DAMN! Just an absolutely killer body. Those long legs and that ass! Ugh, those tits, those absolutely perfect tits. And it’s obvious she’s not wearing a bra. Because my mouth has been aching for those sexy fuckin hard nipples that have been straining to break through that dress ALL day. Oh great! And now my cock is rising to the occasion again. Why did I choose to not wear underwear today? A simple pair of boxer briefs would have taken care of all of this and held it at bay. Dude!!! Stop thinking about her naked and just ask the question!” What seemed an eternity in both their heads was a mere blink in time. Then it was all over, it just came out “I’m sorry I have to ask, but how old are you?” And without thinking about it, with absolutely no effort, her mouth just opened up all on its own and out came the words, “I’m 22, I turned 22 this past January.” She was shocked with the ease the lie came out. It was almost as if someone else had answered for her. As emotionally exhausting as that was to get out, now he had to muster up the courage and asked the follow-up question. “So, it’s only fair, do you want to ask me?” She looked at him and thought about it. Then her eyes dropped, as she realized he was still holding her hand in his, through all of that, he still had her hand. So she decided she didn’t care. “No, not right now. It’s not important. We’ll just leave that on the table for now.” The sexual tension in the air was as thick, and just as obvious, as the humidity hanging over them. “I mean, I can assume you’re not 16? Can’t I?” He laughed, to clear the air more than anything, and let go of her hand (a huge disappointment to them both). “You are correct, not 16. It’s actually been more than a few years since I saw 16.” He smiled and turned back to the map blowing off the front of his truck.



Looking back at her he asked, “So, what did we decide? What’s on the agenda for today?” “Ummm oh yeah!” The disappointment of missing his hand, still lingered in her voice. “I should have kissed her”, he thought, “That was the moment! I missed it and she’s disappointed, I can tell. Don’t miss the next one, dumbass!” “So the waterhole you wanted to see is up here.” She pointed at the map. “And Graceland is here. We could definitely do both in one day if you wanted to. Is that what you were thinking?” He said, “Well, it is already starting to get warm. So what do you say we go with Graceland first and then hit the waterhole later on, to cool down?” She agreed with the plan of action except for a minor problem. “Uh, not to put a damper on the day or anything but I don’t have a bathing suit with me. I don’t just carry one around, for impromptu swimming excursions.”, she laughed. “You don’t? You should!”, he teased. “I mean look at the size of that trunk! (pointing at her car) A pretty girl like you, out on a day of uncharted adventure! You should definitely have a go bag in there. You never know when you’re gonna meet some dashing, good-looking, debonair guy that’s gonna whisk you away to a waterhole!!”, he laughed. His goofy charm was lifting her spirits. “Oh don’t go selling yourself short now.”, she said, “I bet you can be quite dashing.” “Yeah, well, maybe.” he reluctantly agreed. “I guess only time will tell on that one. But I do bet we can make do with something I’ve got in my truck.” Her mouth opened, her eyebrows reaching a little higher than normal, she said, “Oh great! Well, there goes dashing right out the window, if you plan on offering me some other girl’s swimsuit!” “What? No!”, he cut her off. “I’m just saying, I’m sure I’ve got like a t-shirt and some boxer briefs in my bag that you could wear, if you wanted.” Laughing and shaking his head, “No, I haven’t got a variety of different sizes of women’s bathing suits in my glove box! Like that wouldn’t be a DEFCON one alert to creepiness! Or is it DEFCON 5? I can never remember which is worse.” “First of all” she started, still laughing at all this silliness going on, “the worst of them is DEFCON one. Second, thank you! That’s very sweet of you. We’ll see how it goes. And, third, we really should be getting out of here, if we want to hit both places today.” She thought to herself, “Yeah, we’ll see how it goes! Good to know I’ve got something to wear, whether or not I’ll need it. Although, at the moment, I’m thinking about opting for not!! And I’m OK with that.” Her mind is drifting to the two of them, skinny dipping naked in the hot sun. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her tongue invading his mouth. His hands gripping her hips as her legs wrap around his waist. Absent-mindedly, she almost reached down to rub herself, when she’s knocked out of her haze by his voice asking, “So what are we gonna do about the driving situation? Are we both gonna drive? I don’t want to leave you stranded without your car, so I could just follow you.” He watches her face get this adorable scrunchiness to it and she says, “No, I’m gonna park my car in the back.