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Violence and Bad Language Disclaimer: Other than a few threats of bodily harm there is no violence in this story. One of my characters shares something in common with me other than my first name. Yes, yes she has a potty mouth and if you don’t like it you can just @#%& off. I’m just kidding.

Subtext Disclaimer: Please be forewarned that this story contains explicit and graphic sex between two consenting adult females. If you are under the age of 18… um then you’re still jailbait and you need to go check out a book or a video…. Hey might I suggest Anne of Green Gables? That Megan Fellows is really ho…um ok never mind. Where was I? Oh yeah, if this material is illegal in the Country/State/Hovel that you live in then you should stop reading now and my condolences go out to you. In fact I suggest you get yourself a U-haul and a nice Internet girlfriend and move the heck up out of dodge.

Gina Dart’s Wonder Wand™ Disclaimer: Ok this means a toy figures prominently in this story. I don’t mean wind up toys although some of them do…well you know what I mean…. If that kind of thing bothers you then please don’t read this story. I honestly don’t want you to have nightmares.

Grammy Speech Disclaimer: I would like to send some heart felt thanks out to a few people: To LB for agreeing to read this story then encouraging me to post it. Any negative feedback should therefore go to herJ. To Sam Ruskin who was nice enough to edit my mess and still asked for more. To Bec and Mel for letting me bounce ideas off of you and for always being encouraging. To the girls at DAK for the brand new leather pants (they fit great guys thanks). Last but not least to Tiggster for allowing me to post my very first attempt at fan fiction on her site. Positive and constructive feedback will be greatly appreciated the negative will be forwarded to LB so that I won’t get my feelings hurt. I can be reached at: gab@gabriellegoldsby.com

“You’re shitting me, right?” I glared at my friend of 15 years.

“This is all they fucking had, T?” I asked angrily, tossing the rubber mask on the bed.

“How in the hell did you guys run out of Elvis masks on Halloween? I mean, don’t you guys stock up on that kind of stuff? How am I supposed to go to a costume party in leather pants and jacket with a goddamn Nixon mask on?” After deciding that I was going to the party as Elvis, I had scoured the Internet for pictures of him. I had been horrified when I saw the costumes that he had worn in concert. It was with great relief I’d found a picture of Elvis, before he put on the weight, in a rather respectable looking black leather outfit.

I spun around and glared at Tracy’s girlfriend Lisa, who was snickering under her breath. “Look, this shit ain’t funny and get your dirty-ass feet off of my bed.”

I turned back to my friend Tracy, and pinned her against the wall with my best glare. “YOU!” I pointed at her. “This is all your fault. I asked you to pick the Elvis mask up last week and you waited to the last damn minute. And now look… there are no Elvis masks anywhere in the city, and you bring me a damn Nixon mask?”

“Were we even alive when this fucker was in office?” I grumbled angrily, and threw the mask on the floor again.

“But Gab, you don’t even like Elvis.” Lisa stated, helpfully.

“I know I don’t, Einstein. SHE likes Elvis and I am going to her costume party tonight, remember?” Lisa was a good kid who I genuinely liked, but I swear, I think she must have been dropped on her head two or three times as a kid.

I had been planning this for the last few weeks. The girl that I had been lusting after, at my new gym, had stopped me as I entered my car and handed me an invitation to her costume party. I don’t even remember if I thanked her, as I watched her hop into her jeep. Yum, she is a tall one, isn’t she; at least six feet if she’s an inch. I wonder if she is family. I surreptitiously surveyed the numerous rainbow stickers that adorned her jeep, smirking at my good fortune. Then I noticed one in particular; ELVIS LIVES stood out in proud relief, in loud purple colors, against the back window of the jeep.

“What the fuck?” I murmured to myself. Oh well, so she was one of those Elvis freaks. So what, she was still hot. Grinning, I shot out of the parking lot, already formulating a plan to win her favor. For the rest of that day she was all that I could think about. I figured if the woman liked Elvis, I would give her Elvis. Hence my decision to go to the costume party as the king of rock and roll. I would even have my best friend who worked at a costume store grab an Elvis mask for me. I already had the black leather. Mine fit a bit better than his ever did, but I was trying to impress the girl, not scare her away. I had it all planned out. The problem arose when my normally dependable friend didn’t get the mask when she was supposed to. Even though she worked at the costume store, she waited to the last minute, the day before the party to try to get it. They were all sold out and I was up shit creek without a paddle. I should have known not to trust Tracy to get the mask. I plopped back on the bed next to Lisa and threw my hand over my eyes and sighed. “I guess this isn’t going to work, after all.”

“Whhhhat the fuck is that?” Tracy screamed.

I jumped up, looking around for spiders, brushing furiously at my clothing. I hate spiders so much, sneaky bastards.

“WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?” I yelled at Tracy. Then I noticed that she was staring at my crotch. I looked down, expecting to see my zipper open. Instead, I realized that I had quite a nice sized package. I put my hand over it and made a big production of adjusting it. “Oh, you mean this?” I snickered, “That is a little something for my girl.”

I watched as Tracy’s mouth curved into a perfect O. “Ooooh… you are sooo nasty!” she said, with reverence.

I stood proudly for a moment, with my bulging package, in my tight ass leather pants. Then my shoulders slumped. “It doesn’t matter now. Who the hell would want to get with Richard Nixon?” I asked deflatedly.

Lisa piped up helpfully, “The same person that would want to get with Elvis?”

I turned and glared at Tracy. “Get her away from me T.”

“All right Gab, she’s going, she’s going.” Tracy grabbed Lisa by her arm and started hustling her silly ass out of my bedroom and into the living room. I could hear Lisa’s squeaky voice protesting as Tracy’s deeper one told her I probably just had PMS (she pronounced it poomce like we had since we were teenagers) she finally convinced Lisa to wait in her pink VW until she came out.

I heard her walk back into the room as I stood in front of the mirror with the damn Nixon mask on. “This is never going to work,” I yelled in frustration. “I look so stupid.” I moaned.

“Oooh you want some cheese with that wine?”

I turned to her and gathered every amount of strength I had; it was all I could do not to rip her little 4’11” ass, a new asshole.

“What’s the use? I can’t go out like this.” I sank dejectedly, onto my bed.

“Come on G, you’re not just going to give up are you? I mean this is all you have been talking about since you first got the invitation from this girl. This is all I have been hearing for days, how you were going to sweep her off her feet. How you had asked around and found out she was single. How you were the one she was waiting for. So now you’re going to let someone else get that?” She asked appealing to my competitive side.

“You’re right T, I will never know unless I give it a try.” I said with as much determination as I could muster.

“Ok girl, come on,” she slapped me on the thigh and we both stood up. I put the Richard Nixon mask on and we both looked into my tall, freestanding mirror. Without looking away from the mirror T grabbed my bulging package with one hand, she cocked her head to the side in contemplation, “Verrrrrry nice…Dick.” I looked down at the hand latched on to my package and then back up at her. Before I could say a word, she had turned and high tailed it out of my bedroom cackling loudly, the sound of her Doc Martins clumping noisily on my hardwood floors. I was hot on her heels yelling, “You better run bitch.”

By the time I got to the party it was obviously in full swing. I sat with my head leaned back against my leather seats. I had parked about half a block away in my Explorer and wondered if I should turn around and go back to my empty house. I mustered up as much courage as I could, jammed that damned Richard Nixon mask over my head and got out the car. “Well I’m here now,” I grumbled. I figured I might as well stay for a minute. I jogged across the street and opened the little gate that lead to my girl’s house. I walked past a guy sitting on the stairs, trying his best to look like he wasn’t really drunk.

“Hey you’re uh, you’re uh….”

“Yeah, yeah Elvis,” I said and kept walking.

“Yeah man cool Elvis costume,” he yelled after me. I shook my head and grumpily stalked up the stairs.

As I opened the door, I noticed that my girl had an awesome sound system. Although the music was muffled outside, Ani DiFranco’s Gravel was pounding so loud that it sounded like a live concert. I surveyed the crowd filled with Xena’s, Gabrielle’s, Hercules’, Iolaus’, purple Teletubbies’, various divas and a few candy assed GI Joe’s. Oh yeah and one Elvis.

I was on my way over, to take his bitch ass out, when I caught a vision out of the corner of my eye. It was my girl, and damn did she look hot. She was making her way through the crowd, talking and grinning with everyone, playing the good host. She had dressed as an amazon. She wore a brown suede-type, bra thingy with a matching short suede skirt that barely covered everything. Both pieces of material allowed her well-defined abs to stand out in relief. I idly wondered how she could wear panties with such a short skirt. She had her long dark hair tied back in a braid with a piece of colored leather woven through it. She wore small simple silver jewelry on her fingers and ankles. I stared at the little silver navel ring that adorned her well-muscled tummy. I felt myself inhale and my stomach clench.

Who did I think I was? How could I possibly think that she would want me? “Oh shit.” I murmured behind my Richard Nixon mask. For once I was grateful for the anonymity afforded by the costume party. I know my mouth was open and I was staring at her with unabashed lust. Almost as if she had heard me she turned and looked in my direction. I watched as a slow smile spread over her lovely face as she started to approach me. Like an idiot I looked to the left and right of me to see who that smile was for. Seeing no one near me, I swallowed, and waited for her to reach me.

“Hi,” she said looking into my eyes as if to try to place me.

I nodded. This got a larger smile. One of the first things I noticed when I first saw her in the gym was her large infectious smile.

“Are you having a good time?” She asked leaning close to my ear so that I could hear her over the music. I nodded vigorously, and she looked at me for a moment before throwing her head back and laughing.

We stood there just looking at each other, her grinning and me drooling underneath my wonderful Richard Nixon mask. ‘ I gotta ask my mom if we voted for him.’ I thought idiotically. The dance mix had lead into Party Up (up in here) by DMX and I noticed her eyes lit up and she leaned down and asked me if I was going to dance. I mumbled something that probably sounded suspiciously like, oh shit, and allowed myself to be lead out on the dance floor. I danced stiffly with her for a moment. God I was so nervous. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and put her forehead up against my Richard Nixon mask and said loud enough so that I could here her, “Boy, I didn’t know Richard Nixon was so quiet”.

I gulped loudly, as I felt warmth seep between my legs. She smiled wider almost as if she knew that my sex was doing a rather formidable tango. I wondered if I was ruining my prize leather pants. Shit, what the hell am I doing, I am finally dancing with my girl and here I was acting like a major tight ass. I started to loosen up a little. ‘Now if it’s one thing you can do Gabrielle its dance,’ I told myself. I let the music sink into me, while expertly matching the sensuous movements of my girls hips, as they swayed with the music. She threw her head back once again in delight, as I threw a few of my own little moves in here and there. There You Go by Pink pounded through her surround sound speakers. She backed away from me and I held my hands up so that she could see my hips better. I felt my old cocky self flowing through, once again.

She watched me as I moved my hips in what I knew was a tantalizing dance of seduction. We were well into our third song when I felt a hand tap me on my shoulder. I turned around and stared into the puckered jowls of Mr. Elvis Presley himself. "Hey why don’t you give other people a chance to dance with the hostess?" An androgynous voice piped from under the mask. I lifted my mask up and leaned towards Elvis and growled, “Get away…now,” and glared at (him/her?) with everything I had in me, (he/she?) took a step back, hurumped and walked away. I pulled my Nixon mask back down over my head and turned back to my girl whose crystal blue eyes were, once again, filled with mirth.

As we continued to dance I noticed that she was discreetly allowing her hands to rest on my waist and shoulders. She rested her forehead on mine once again and as Sisqo’s Thong song pumped through the room my girl began to grind erotically against me in time to the music. I thought I was going to die right then and there. She was staring attentively into the eye sockets of my mask. Her arms around my neck, her forehead on mine. We danced, or rather we grinded, erotically against each other. Suddenly, she blanched and stumbled back, a look of utter shock on her face.

She looked down at my crotch, and up at me, then down at my crotch again. I looked down to see what she was so fascinated with. To my horror the dildo that I had put on to add “realism” to what I THOUGHT would be my Elvis costume had shifted position during our rigorous dance session. It now stood up clearly in my pants, like a large vulgar banana. I looked at her, horror stricken. She walked up to me and put her hands boldly on my rather ample breast. We stood there in the middle of the dance floor, both of her hands on my breasts, staring at each other. I found myself thinking desperately, if she didn’t take her hands off my breasts right this minute, I’m going to embarrass myself.

Then she did something that to this day makes me groan when I think about it. She dropped her right hand down and grabbed hold of the dildo, inadvertently pushing it against my sex; I gasped, and looked up at her in aroused horror, she mirrored my expression exactly.

“Come on.” She grabbed my hand and dragged me across the dance floor and over to one of the dancing GI Joes. She leaned down and said something to him gesturing wildly with her free hand. His mouth opened then he stood on tiptoes to look at me over her shoulder. He looked at her again then nodded dazedly. I was dragged back across the dance floor. I looked back at the still staring GI JOE as he gave me a grin and shook his head mouthing good luck as if he felt sorry for me. My girl dragged me up the stairs and down a long hall. I watched as she pulled a key hanging from a chain from between her breasts. She unlocked the door, and pulled me in slamming it, then locking it behind her.

“Now look,” I told her as I backed away from her with my hands up, I can explain. I just wanted it to look real….” I had backed up as far as I could go and she was still approaching. I finally sat down hard on her bed with my hands out in front of me. She stood in front of me for a minute, then snatched my mask off.

“I knew it was you.” She smirked

"How did you know it was me?"

"Your perfume. It’s Curve, and you wear lotion from the body shop. It’s a pretty sexy combination.” She told me, stepping closer.

“Come’re.” I stood up and pulled her to me for our first kiss. It was everything that I had hoped it would be and more. In the back of my mind, I noticed that she was rubbing herself against the lump in my pants. I eased her mouth away from my own, so that I could look into her blue eyes. “Look, I uh I’m not looking for a one nightstand here.” I tried to explain, badly. “I mean,” I closed my eyes trying to get my thoughts together. “I want you very much, but I don’t want to be anybody’s fuck buddy. Do you understand?”

I was rewarded with a beautiful smile that told me all that I wanted to know. “I don’t want to be anyone’s fuck buddy either. I want to get to know you better. I just…I don’t usually do this. I saw you at the gym, and I just wanted to get to know you better, so I invited you to the party. I’ve never uhm…well, you know, that thing you’re wearing …well, its always been a fantasy of mine.”

“You should have said something,” I told her, cockily. “You could have saved me the trouble of almost killing my best friend for not getting me an Elvis mask.” She looked at me, quizzically. “Oh, you wanted to come as Elvis?” She asked. I flushed. “Uhm, I saw the Elvis stickers on the back of your jeep so I figured you liked Elvis, that’s why I wore this black leather. I was going to wear an Elvis mask but my dumb ass friend didn’t get the mask in time, they were all sold out.”

She was staring at me, with a half smile on her face. “Hmm…so is that where Dick comes in?”

“Huh?” I asked, stupidly.

She said, “Is that why you have the Richard Nixon mask?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s all they had left.”

“Ooohh,” she said, still with the knowing smile.

“So, uhm, tell me about this fantasy of yours.” I teased.

“I, uhm, well, I always wondered what it would be like? I, um, I’ve only had two other girlfriends and I was always kind of scared of their reaction if I asked them about it. The only person that I’ve ever talked to about it is my best friend, Dave.”

“Let me guess, Dave is GI Joe downstairs.”

“Yeah, he agreed to keep a eye on the party for me,” she said, with a nervous smile.

I stood up and walked over to my girl, who right now looked so nervous I was afraid she would bolt at any moment. I lifted the long, dark braid that had been hanging tantalizingly, over her breast. I started to unbraid the long plait, the whole time, looking into her sky blue eyes. “Is this ok?" I asked her softly. She blinked, and then nodded.

“Your hair is so beautiful.” I told her.

She nodded again, then cleared her throat. “Thank you.”

I leaned down to kiss her lips again. She shivered as I pulled her closer to me. I increased the pressure of my kiss slowly, allowing her to dictate whether it was too much for her or not. She responded by moving closer to me and kissing me equally as hard. Her hands once again moving to my breasts as I grinned under her lips. I think my girl had a thing for my breasts. I started feeling around her back and finally found the knot that kept her little suede top on her body. I undid the knot and moved back to pull the top down her arms. I stared at her breasts. They were perfect, not too small and not too big. I noticed that her breathing was just as labored as mine.

I wanted this woman, now. I was sure at some point that we would make love, but this didn’t seem like the time for that. Both of us were aroused beyond belief, and I was never one to have all that much patience. I removed the jacket. My girl snapped out of her daze and helped me pull the T-shirt over my head, kissing me wildly the whole time. Both of our hearts where beating so hard I was sure that it could be heard downstairs.

I felt her hands fumble at the buttons of my pants, as I pulled at her little skirt. It finally eased it over her hips and sighed as I realized that I had been right; she hadn’t been wearing panties. I growled and moved her over to the bed, pushing her back and removing her skirt and her little sandals. Before covering her much taller body with my own. I knew I was probably kissing her a bit roughly, but she seemed to relish the contact as she kissed me back with just as much abandon.

We were both grinding against each other trying to get as much contact as we could. I finally rolled quickly off of her and stripped down to the smiley-faced Joe boxers that covered the strap-on that I was wearing.

I lay back down next to my girl taking her in my arms and kissed her hard. We were both pretty frantic. I gave her breasts the attention that I had dreamed about. Kissing and sucking both of them until she was moaning audibly, I trailed down from her breast to the navel ring and spent some time playing with it with my tongue. “Um, god, please,” she begged, as I trailed lower to the place between her navel and the dark apex that covered her sex. I could smell that she was wonderfully hot and ready. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind so that I could take my time with her. I didn’t want to rush this; I wanted to tie this woman to me, permanently. I wanted to give her everything she wanted, and more, so that she would never want for another.

I sucked in an audible breath and squelched the nervous tension that threatened to deter me from my goal. I would deal with these emotions later. I kissed her gently, on each side of her hip, and trailed small kisses down her legs. ‘Hot damn this woman has long legs.’ After working my way down each of her legs, I gently trailed kisses over the top of her feet, before taking her toes fully into my mouth. Any concerns I may have had about her reaction to this act was quickly answered when my girls tight lithe body arched off the bed emitting a loud groan. “God that feels sooo good”, she husked. I smiled around her toes, which I continued to gently suck as I rubbed the soft thighs that spread eagerly for my searching hands. I moved to her other foot licking between the spread toes before taking them fully into my warm mouth. Her soft sighs had graduated to rhythmic groans. My girl was definitely enjoying this, so was I for that matter.

“Oh god, please come up here, I, uh …god come’re.” She begged, reaching out to pull me closer to her. I crawled up between long tanned legs and stared into her aroused blue eyes. “Help me get my shorts off,” I growled in a voice so deep with arousal I didn’t even recognize it as my own. I lifted myself up over her so that she could pull my Joe boxers down over my hips. She dragged them down mid thigh then used her toes to pull them the rest of the way down my body. Her movements, while meant to help divest me of the rest of my clothing also served to leave me and the large black dildo I was wearing, nestled rather intimately against her sex. We both sucked in a breath and let it out with an aroused groan.

Her hips moved cautiously against mine, as she accustomed herself to the feel of the dildo between our bodies. Our kiss this time did not hold the raw power that the first one had. I wondered briefly, if she felt the same way I did. I wanted this to last. I wanted to bring this woman as much pleasure as she could stand, as many times as she would allow me.

The upward thrust of her hips was increasing in momentum and strength. I maneuvered the phallus with my hips, so that it pressed against the moist lips that hid her hot center. Her breathing was coming in loud gasps, against my ear. I slipped my hand between our perspiring bodies. I stroked her sex, reveling in the hot molten heat that I found there. It was enough to cause me to catch my breath and still my movements. “I need you …please.” She whispered in my ear. Reaching between us I placed the tip of the dildo at her opening and began to slowly enter her.

“Open your eyes baby. I want to see you.” She opened them, and we stared into each other’s eyes. She moaned when the head pressed into her and closed her eyes uncontrollably before forcing herself to open them again. I kissed her, thanking her for her efforts. I continued to give her more of the phalluses length.

In the far recesses of my mind, I began to notice that the slight sounds of pleasure were not coming from her anymore, and her eyes held a hint of something that was quickly overpowering the arousal that had been there moments before. She had a small frown of discomfort that creased her brow telling me that she was no longer enjoying our ministrations. I deliberately slowed my movements, kissing her to try to allow her to become accustomed to the length and width of the dildo. I stopped instantly, as she winced in discomfort.

I silently cursed myself. I had deliberately gone into good vibrations and got the biggest damn dildo I could find. Not thinking I was going to actually get the chance to use it. I hadn’t even bought any lubricant with me. Closing my eyes I lowered my head to the side of hers. “I…” I cleared my throat and tried again, “I think this might be too much, sweetheart. When I bought this I didn’t think about actually making love to you with it… I, uhm, just bought it as a prop for the costume.” I told her, miserably, my heart still pounding painfully in my ears. “I’m sorry sweetheart”, I whispered and reached a shaky hand between us to remove the phallus, as gently as possible from her body.

“No wait a minute…just give me a minute”, she whispered.

“No, I am hurting you. I can’t do this.” I told her, looking to her eyes, trying to let her know what I was too chicken to tell her. I was shocked when my girl put both of her arms around me and flipped both of us over so that she was lying on top of me. Now, I am definitely not what you would call tall, but what I lacked in height I have definitely made up for in muscle. But my girl flipped me over as if I was as light as a feather. Trapping my hand between our bodies and the partially impaled dildo. I looked up into blue eyes that darkened as I stared into them. “I’m not done yet,” she growled. I’m sure my green eyes must have looked like saucers at that point; I opened my mouth to protest as her lips descended to engulf mine. Now, I am not one for metaphors and what not, but if I had to name what she did to my mouth, I would have to say she pillaged it. Capturing and stealing any and everything she wanted. She kissed and nipped at my neck until I felt my eyes roll back in my head from the sheer pleasure of it all. I lay there, being ravished like some damn schoolgirl on her first date, unable to even catch my breath, floating in a sexual haze, orchestrated by the tall, dark beauty on top of me. Slowly, we began to move again, this time my girl seemed to be able to relax enough to allow me to enter her more.

I noted, smugly, a small high voice whimpering in passion. It was moments later that I realized that it was me whimpering, and not my girl. She was on top of me with the phallus now fully inside of her. Her strong movement was causing the portion of the dildo enclosed behind the strap on to grind erotically into my sex. I cut off the pathetic whimper that was now emanating from deep within my throat and opened my eyes only to fall deeply into two pools of deep blue. I closed my eyes again and turned my head to the side. This was not going like my dreams. In them, I was the one making her beg, not the other way around.

“Gabrielle open your eyes,” her deep shaky voice commanded. I opened my eyes and looked at the beautiful women moving forcefully against me. She kissed me again passionately before suddenly lifting her torso off of me and ordering in a commanding voice, “Look at us Gabrielle. Look what you’re doing to me.” I followed her order and watched enthralled as nearly the whole length of the dildo slid wetly from her core only to disappear completely back into the dark recesses of her sex. That was all it took to send me over the edge. The soft pathetic moans that I had been trying to stifle had escalated into a full-fledged keening sob that I would later be embarrassed about. My girl held me tightly against her body as the most powerful orgasm that I had ever experienced ripped through my body. She continued to thrust against me dragging out wave after wave of pleasure that was cascading over my body. I desperately wanted to give her what she had just given me. I reached down and grabbed on to her tight ass with both hands. I thrust up into her with all of the remaining strength I could muster. I was rewarded by the instant stiffening of her body and a scream of “GABRIELLE,” so loud that I think it may have left my left eardrum permanently damaged. She collapsed on top of me, as I continued to move inside her, slowly dragging out every last wave of pleasure that she could muster, until she lay boneless against me, her body spent.

I lay next to my girl staring wide-eyed up at her ceiling and listening to her deep rhythmic breathing. A small amount of light was beaming down on us from the skylights that were above her bed, it was nearly daylight and I hadn’t slept a wink. What the fuck just happened I asked myself? I was supposed to be the one doing the seduction scene wasn’t I? What did she think of me? Did she still want to explore a relationship? Maybe she wasn’t all that impressed with my little napoleon complex. My stomach clenched with worry as it occurred to me that she might feel differently towards me in the morning. I felt like I had been royally fucked in more ways then one. With shock, I suddenly realized what some of my one-night stands must have gone through after our trysts. I had never been rude, but I never stopped them if they would have rather gone home and slept in their own bed. In fact I encouraged it.

Detangling myself from the bedclothes proved to be a daunting task. I finally wrestled free and stood up, running my hands through my tousled blond curls. I found my clothes where I had tossed them the night before and started looking around aimlessly for my boots. I felt like someone had ripped my heart out. I was getting frustrated at not finding my boots when a quiet voice informed me, “They’re near the chair.”

I spun around holding my clothes against my chest. She was sitting up in her bed. In the faint light I could see the long black hair flowing down her back. She sat with her knees drawn up, the sheet casually draped across her lower body and her darkly tanned arms wrapped around her knees. I had to swallow to appease the dryness of my throat. “I didn’t think you would want me here when you woke,” I told her softly hating the fact that deep down I wanted to beg her to allow me to stay.

“I want you to stay,” she said softly and lowered her head to her knees. Not waiting for my response. “Forever.” I heard her say in a muffled voice. I stared at her slack jawed for a moment. Then with a whoop, I dropped everything and tackled my lover to her back. I kissed and tickled her mercilessly as she yelled and begged me to stop. I was so damn happy in the moment, I knew that no matter what I would do anything and everything in my power to make this woman happy, for as long as she would allow me. “I’m going to pee my pants if you don’t stop,” she yelled, breathlessly.

“You’re not wearing pants”, I told her snidely before lowering my head to kiss her gently. The kiss that was supposed to be a quick peck, changed instantly to one of passion in seconds. I had just maneuvered myself between her legs, and was deepening the kiss even further, when I felt her withdrawing her lips from mine. “Baby what’s wrong?” I asked her, noting the little frown that now creased her flawless forehead.

“Um… Gabrielle?”

“Um… Rebecca?” I teased, desperately trying to lighten the mood. I still felt insecure; I feared that somehow all of this would be taken away from me.

“I need to tell you something.” She told me, slowly, as if dreading what she needed to say.

I took a deep breath, and steeled myself. “Baby what ever it is, we can deal with it together, ok?” I lifted her head up, and looked deeply into her eyes. “Tell me.”

“Ok uhm… you remember Elvis, downstairs?” I stared at her with a frown, not knowing where she was going with this. I mean she doesn’t have a girlfriend, does she? I started to wish I had kicked Elvis’s ass when I had had the chance.

“Yeah what about him,” I asked her, suspiciously.

“Actually he is a she. She is a good friend of Dave’s and mine, her name is Sheila.”

“Ok that’s wonderful, but couldn’t we talk about this later?” I was a little frustrated that she would bring up the little Elvis wannabe while we were about to make love.

“Ok wait. I want to get this over with, and then we can continue where we left off,” she told me with a little impudent smile. “Well you see, uhm… my car needed a new transmission and Sheila has two cars because her partner is away on business for a couple of weeks….”

I couldn’t help it, I growled at her, “Ok, get on with it woman,” I demanded. I was getting good and tired of discussing Sheila. I didn’t even know her and she was already on my shit list.

“Uhm, ok, well, uh, it’s really quite funny actually, but the jeep you saw me in? It isn’t mine.”

I stared at her, not comprehending why she felt that this information was even remotely important.

With lightening clarity it all fell into place, her confused amusement as to why I wanted to come as Elvis, Sheila’s authentic Elvis costume down to the white patent leather shoes and the white sequined jumpsuit.

I stared at her with my mouth opening and closing like a suffocating fish.

She arched her neck up so that she was within inches from my face and whispered conspiratorially to me. “I don’t like Elvis.” And dropped her head back to her pillow with a contented little snicker. I clamped my mouth shut with an audible snap and tried to control my anger. I was doing pretty good until she gave me what amounted to a self-satisfied wink and broke out in hysterical laughter.

That was about all I could take, so I started tickling her mercilessly again until I had her begging me to stop. “Ok”, I said holding her hands above her head in a threatening manner. “What do I get for letting you go Ms. Smart ass?”

“I’ll be your girl”, she offered, breathlessly.

“You’ve been my girl since the day I laid eyes on you,” I told her confidently. She grinned at me in agreement, and then furrowed her brow in thought.

“How about… I’ll be your love slave for a day?”

I pretended to contemplate the offer, even going so far as to allow my own brow to furrow. “Ok woman, you got yourself a dea…” Before I could finish the statement my girl had me on my back and under her much taller body. It was to be the first of many long and pleasurable days and nights.

THE END