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elvisalltheway101 · 4 months

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•••••••My Sweet Remedy••••••

Summary: It’s the second part of my piece, Crimson & Clover. Weeks after his little dirty moment, he’s found with the same ache again. With you by his side, he cautiously tries to relieve it himself. Only for you to wake up, and help him out.

Author’s note: Since everybody seemed to like it, and especially @60svintage who motivated and helped me out with this! So mwah and also big thank you to her. This is so random, but this has literaly been sitting in my drafts since last year. And I’ve got proof:

Author wont shut up just yet: so like literally guys…I’m sorry 😭. I also noted that he was a leg and ass man, SO I WENT ALL OUT WITH THIS. I’ve also haven’t really seen like doing stuff with thighs or legs sexually around tumblr so here we are. It’s definitely not gonna be as popular or good as the first version, but when I say I’m gon write a second part. I’m gon write it. You guys also gon be really surprised but I was listening to this while writing this 😭👀

But uhhh anyway, let’s enjoy this feast. Shall we?

warnings: masturbating, reader watches elvis a widdle bit, thigh fucking, thoughts about ass licking, spitting, rubbing on clit with cock tip…yippee kiyay folks. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Ever since that embarrassing night, where his parents and you had woken up from him jerking off too loudly, he hasn’t tried anything. But did he regret it? Not for a minute.

He turns his head as his hand continues to bob and pump his cock fast and raw. As his cock strains and hardens more and more as every second goes pass and the veiny hand that’s wrapped around his shaft, he can help the groans that push outta those lips.

His eyes flutter close to just imagine her delicious swell of an ass. He’s surprised at what his kind wanders off to. He’s always been a guy for ass but what he wishes his tongue to do startles the man a bit.

He thinks pressing his warm tongue onto that little untouched hole. The hole that’s covered and protected by them precious ass cheeks.

To just graze his tip against your clenched, pink little ass hole. Just once. And to cum on that pretty soft squishy belly of yours.

He whimpers softly, pressing two of his long fingers to shut his lips before making further noises. With only you and him in the house, he’s not too worried. But you were overly tired before you tucked into bed, so he doesn’t wanna wake you.

Yup, and that’s exactly what he did. Your body shifts slightly and groans groggily from sleep. Blinking your eyes a little bit, you gasp softly at the sight beside you.

Your eyes travel from his tanned feet, gliding up to see his blue and white striped pajama pants that’s halfway down his thick, firm and tense thighs. Your eyes widen when you see his hand working up and down his red and slightly pink cock, that has his arousal dribbling down his fist. Continuing your eyes up to see his shirt half unbuttoned from the bottom and revealing his sweaty damp and heaving lower belly. His happy trail that’s dark and a thin line from his itty bitty belly button to the pubic curls that surrounds his manhood and is where his wrist lays.

When Elvis finally stops his fist and huffs in frustration at the tiring handy work, he’s upset that he hasn’t cum yet. He can feel it bubbling up in the pit of that tan and decorated of dark locks belly of his, but it just ain’t doing it. He sighs in tiresome and leans his head back, gasping in shock as he sees the fluttering of your long lashes batting up to meet his blue eyes.

“Baby, w-what. H-how long have you been awake?” He furrows his eyebrows and wipes his sweaty palms on his chest and doesn’t bother to cover himself. You shrug and hum a soft yawn. “Just now…E, if you wanted to have fun tonight, how come you didn’t wake me?” You whisper and raise a brow. He shrugs and bites his lip, “I jus’ didn’t wanna. You were tired as it is.” He admits and sighs out.

You smile at his love and care, but you look back down at his throbbing manhood that wags pathetically. His tip grazes onto his heaving belly with every shallow breath he takes. “Well now I’m up and awake, c’mon now, let me help you relieve your ache. Like a good woman as I should.”

The moment you share smirks before you know it, his heavy length rests on your pubic mound. With your cute little white dress up to your perky breasts, he puckers his lips and tilts his chin down. You feel warm, glossy strings of his saliva run down your pussy lips. Dampening and wetting your inner thighs also to lubricant his near future thrusts.

With heavy pants and sighs, he takes a firm hold of his cock and presses gently to your sensitive nub. Tapping on it gently with a soft smirk at how your legs twitch slightly and your pussy pulses in his glistening spit.

Deciding to add onto the mess, he dribbled more spit of his touchy tip as he produces pre cum. Your intimate parts are a shiny mess. Pulling back his foreskin, he’s quick to slap your thighs together with his thick cock between.

His eyes roll to the back of his head at just the way his shaft sits so perfectly between your delicious thick thighs. He starts to thrust, hanging your calves to his shoulders.

He doesn’t leave you hanging of course, as he presses a small kiss to your ankle and then brings his lips to his finger and spits on it. Snaking his hand down to play and rub tight and fast circles on your clit. You body bounces up and down the matress with every thrust he makes. Soft whimpers leave your lips, until he can’t take it. Moving his hand from your clit to squeeze your thighs together and dig his nails into your soft skin. You watch as his tip peeks from between your sweet thighs, and chaff against your wiry, curly dark pubic hair.

One final hard thrust finishes him off, twitching uncontrollably as hot strings of his white cream coat your tummy. His eyes shut and he lets out a high-pitched moan, biting into your calf because the pleasure is just too much. But he loves it.

You forget about your own pleasure for now, watching him unravel at your body and touch.

Pulling back and glancing down at the glorious sight below him. Your belly has him on your skin, your legs bare and spread. He smirks a lazy one, and hums. Kneading the fat of your thigh with a pleasure sigh.

“My sweet sweet remedy, ain’t ya? Now, now, you know I won’t leave my baby hanging dry after that. Tsk, c’mon lemme treat ya.”

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I hope enjoyed! I ain’t tryna make another part with my 15+ requests and shits in my drafts but I could! Anyway, chow y’all 🤪🥰

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aliypop · 4 months

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My Babe

Word Count: 2,123

Writers Note: My first hardcore smut fic y'all! Thank @sissylittlefeather and my Graceland Trip for this masterpiece! I hope you all like it!

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1971 and the Memphis Mob are hanging out in the TV room indulging in some delights of films until Mrs. Presley shows up.

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Graceland 1971

The movie room had been a well-missed room. With Elvis on tour and his wife Cecelia home tending to Jesse and Elaine, he needed some time to hang out with his boys, the Memphis Mafia. Well, some of them, sitting in the mirror-tiled ceiling room, there was Joe, Jerry, Red, and Elvis, who was puffing on a cigarillo, the smell filling up the room burying itself deep into the carpet. But there was something else that the men were buried deep into the picture show on the projector. It was a porno that was lying around if you'd asked Elvis about it. It was just on the table when he'd gotten there. Usually, he'd hidden those things so the kids and his wife wouldn't find it.

"You ever do anything like that with C," Jerry asked as Joe and Red egged Elvis on for an answer,

"It looks uncomfortable," Red commented, looking as the actors went on to do one of many positions

"It is." He winked back, taking a long drag.

"You're kidding?" Red questioned, but Elvis had that sly smile on his face that said everything without his lips moving,

"E, you mean you've done that?!" Joe laughed as Elvis nodded,

"Pleasurable for her, though," Elvis smirked,

"Cece is a loud one..." Jerry mumbled as Red agreed.

"Listenin in gets you off or something?" Elvis glanced at Jerry,

"I've been on the plane with you two." Jerry smirked, "Not to mention. My God Niece and Nephew are what seven now?"

"You make a good point." Elvis rolled his eyes as his friends laughed at him.

Coming down the stairs in her pink nightgown and heeled slippers were Cecelia. Though she'd never admit it, she always loved the mirrored ceiling staircase. Because it reminded her of the day they had first installed them and their "test" run view with them. Inching around the corner, Cecelia could hear the sounds of laughter and moans coming from the TV room. As she finally arrived, Cecelia tried not to hold in her laughter from the sight she saw. Cecelia tried to hold in her laughter as she heard Elvis and the boys had been in a heated debate.

"What'cha watching, boys?"

Joe, Red, Jerry, and Elvis got quiet like little boys caught with their mother's lingerie magazines.

"Mrs. Presley, We were uh!" Joe started out,

"How'd that even get up there?" Red laughed bashfully,

Jerry just stared at her as if he knew there was a setup of some kind.

"B-Baby, you shouldn't be watchin this crap!" Elvis tried to find the remote to stop the movie.

"Right, a lady like you shouldn't-"

"Well, of course not. After all, it's not like I wasn't the one who purchased it." Cecelia smirked as Elvis' eyes went wide, "Who'd you think bought it, surely not Red?" she smirked as Elvis glanced at her. The robe over her shoulders and the feverish hue on her tawny skin was she sending him a message.

"You're one dirty girl, C," Jerry commented,

"You just now figured that out." She chuckled as she sat on her husband's lap to watch the rest. Elvis could feel his pants getting tight and the blood rushing to his cock as her straps fell from her shoulders.

"You should tell 'em to go," Cecelia whispered in his ear, her fingers in his sideburns.

"But honey..."

"Elvis, I'm not wearing any panties... And not to mention, I've had to touch myself lately."

"Mmm, is that so..." Cecelia nodded,

"Mhmm, dripping wet right now," her voice had a whimper in it. Elvis trailed his hand up her dress and in between her legs as he brushed a finger against her lips, slowly pulling his finger back from under. He had a boyish grin that was devilish.

"You know this was a great time, but-"

"E, you're not kicking us out!" Joe asked, "Jerry, it's getting good he's not kicking us out!"

"No, but I am, Joe, Red Jerry out!" Cecelia projected as they got up and scattered out,

"Bit rude, don't you think..." Elvis joked as she straddled him,

"Elvis Aaron Presley, I'm hot and bothered, and I need you to fuck me. None of that soft shit tonight, just pure grade-A sex." she pointed to the projector. Elvis touched her skin as it was feverish with lust, her body grinding on his thigh to get some friction. "

Fuck baby, tell me what you need, baby."

"Uh- uh, you've... Ah~ been so bad, which means..." her body still grinding in a rhythm that was driving her on edge,

"Means what..." He shivered, feeling her wet slick through his pants

"You can't touch me til I say so." her breathing was getting thin, and her eyes were fluttering,

" You ain't gonna last long, darlin." He whispered, bouncing his knee against her clit as she moaned louder, her hands on her breast as if she were trying to rip her own clothes off,

"Elvis! Fa! Fa!Fa!" slipping the dress off her, he plunged his fingers deep inside her, massaging her G-spot as his other hand was around her breast, massaging and sucking on her nipple, giving it a bit of a nibble and tug as she erupted in a pleasurable scream.

"What was that about til you say so?" Elvis smirked as he looked up at the ceiling. Her face was even more heavenly in its reflection. Lying her down on the couch, Elvis was between her thighs as he lapped at the bud of nerves with his tongue like a kitten needing milk. He wouldn't lie and say that this wasn't his favorite fruit he couldn't get from any store, but with his fingers and tongue deep in her pussy, he couldn't help but fall more in love with his wife,

"ELVIS FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!" was all he could hear in between her pulling his hair, glancing up she could see the sight that she'd forever have in her brain, Elvis between her thighs, eating like a man on death row, devouring her wet waters like a man who'd been thirsty for years, her legs squeezed around his head. But he didn't care. Elvis knew Cecelia was close to the light at the end of the tunnel. Watching as her eyes rolled back and legs shook, he'd begun to rub her lips and speed up his fingering and eating as she had soon squirted all over the couch.

"You okay, baby?'

"Mhmm."

"Good, cause I ain't done with you." zipping his pants, he took his cock out, stroking it some more to get it ready for Cecelia, who was now between his legs kissing his thighs as she focused all her attention on his pretty blue eyes. There was already loads of pre-cum on the tip, but Cecelia didn't mind. Her pretty lips were wrapped around the base as she bobbed her head to a steady rhythm. His head fell back on the couch as he looked up, almost finishing just from the sight of her on her knees,

"Think you take it all down. baby."

Cecelia nodded as she took a deep breath and deep throathed him. Her nose brushed against his balls as she massaged them with her free hand,

"Fuck baby, you're doing so good." his hips sputtered as he got closer, "Mngh!" was the noise he made when he felt her swirling, her tongue in between his tip. It was as if she were sucking his soul from out of his cock.

"Oh God!" his eyes rolled as he pumped thick streams of his cum down her throat, coating her tongue with a heavy amount of the nearly translucent fluid.

"Open wide, baby." He commanded as she did so. "Good girl." he pulled her up, kissing her swollen lips. The two exchange their separate tastes with each other.

Picking her up, he walked over to the bar. He had her facing forward toward the mirrors, "Look at yourself, baby. Is this what you want." He asked as she nodded, "Baby, I don't read head nods."

"Yes~" She moaned, feeling him slide his cock inside her slippery wet cavern.

"Hold on tight." He ordered as he began a steady pace, her breast knocking into the yellow leather as his balls were knocking into her skin. Cecelia looked up, and she saw the fucked out look on her face. Mascara smudged, her eyes rolling back, and her curls ruffled up.

"Look how sexed up you look, baby." he pulled her hair as he kept going, his pace faster,

"Deeper! Harder, faster!" That was what she commanded until he pulled out and carried her to the wall towards the Jukebox, her legs straddled him as she was up against the wall,

"Put me in darlin?" He asked as she did so, his hips driving into her as her nails dug into his back and her curses began to sound like sinful prayers.

"OH GOD, ELVIS FUCK ME!"

"SHIT, you feel so good," he began to rut in her until he carried her back to the couch,

"Ride me?"

"Like your name was Charro." She smirked as Elvis reached for his Cigarillo again, taking another drag from it as she slowly began to bounce herself on his cock, his hand giving her a nice smack on the ass, telling her to go faster, blowing the smoke away from her face. Elvis put it back in his mouth until he felt it missing. Cecelia was bouncing faster, and his cock was brushing up on that familiar spot she loved so much. Hanging from her mouth was his beloved Cigarillo taking a big drag from it she sat it down inside the astray as she kissed him passing the smoke to him as her tongue wrapped around his. Pulling away slowly Cecelia felt his hands on her cheeks as he pulled her into another kiss, when she pulled away she was then leaning back almost into the position of the bridge as he began to ram himself inside her,

"Baby you're so... Fuck! Sexy!"

"Does this turn you on?" her fingers fiddling with her sensitive clit as she kept riding him, he had begun to lick his thumb placing it there to give her more pleasure,

"Yes oh God yes," he groaned as he kissed her neck and bit down. Changing the position Elvis was lying down as she was still going, her breast bouncing in his face, reaching to grab them he squeezed and pulled on them,

"You know these are mine right?"

"All of me is baby."

"Good." He said both of them were breathing harder as the coil in her stomach was getting near, she could feel the hot sensation of his cum shoot inside her "as she collapsed on his, a grin on his face,

"Come on Angel I know you got one more in you."

"El..." her eyes were glossy, but there she was on her knees his cock between her breast as she began to rub him down with them, with the tip would hit near her mouth she'd open and lick the pre-cum off him as she'd nearly slurped him down.

"Baby more." his eyes caught sight of hers. The way the curve of her breasts simply drove him insane. He couldn't help but believe that he was the most blessed man to have his own pornstar hidden in his wife,

"Can't get this kind of lovin from those movies, can you?" she smirked as Elvis shook his head,

"I can't read head nods, darlin."

"N-N Oh fuck faster!" he growled as she blushed hard,

"Good boy," She smirked, peppering his cock with kisses and love bites,

"Getting closer, sugar?"

"C-C- Cece!" he began to shake as ropes of cum decorated her perky breast, a laugh escaping her lips as Elvis blushed,

"Baby, I'm sorry I didn't mean to,"

"Shush... It was sexy..." taking her fingers as she licked some of it off, like frosting from a cake.

"You give me fever doll. a hot blistering fever." he laughed. Walking down the hall he grabbed a towel and cleaned them both off as they were lying on the couch now watching the news. Elvis was buried deep inside her his hands on her waist as she took a nice big sigh,

"Hey, can I get my jacket..."

"Jerry, you're still here!" Cecelia blushed, popping up from behind the couch."

"I'll come back tomorrow." Jerry sighed,

"That makes two of us," Elvis smirked, kissing Cecelia.

"Elvis..."

"Yeah Jerry."

"Shut the hell up." He sighed. "And put some clothes on Cece!"Elvis and Cecelia laughed.

"Sheesh guess someone's been getting railed by life lately..." Cecelia mumbled.

"I heard that!"

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presleysweetheart · 8 months

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A little personal experience

Edit: I don't know how the tag list thingy work as I'm fairly new to Tumblr, so feel free to tell if you are not fine with me tagging you and also don't feel pressured to read it. Thanks folks!

Hi people, I just wanted to share a little real story that happened to me couple of months ago. I just started some sort of letter to Elvis and I ended up talking about this, I guess i just needed it to let it out. So i figured out to share it with you guys.

I don’t know how to begin this letter, but I’ll try my best.

You have been in my life since I was a little girl, maybe seven years old?

My probably drunk father brought home this record by you one night, and I haven’t stopped listening to it since then.

I used to take a big record player with me and listening to it all alone, I didn’t understand the lyrics, but I kinda got the feeling of each song, because, you know, that’s universal.

I always felt that connection with you. You were ‘that man’.

When I became aware of your story last year I couldn’t help but cry, I didn’t know how much you suffered, what took you to that end, but now I can only felt compassion for you, everlasting love.

I’m embarrassed to share this with you, but I did something stupid. I went to a tribute concert of an impersonator of you. I went with my father, who is far from perfect, probably the cause of most of sadness and insecurities. Now he has cancer, and has become a rather soft person. The evening was really special, because I didn’t think that I could possibly see something remotely similar to you, it was a beautiful illusion. The singer was a really tall man, with a deep captivating voice. He went off stage during ‘Love me tender’ and began to kiss on the cheeks the women on the audience. I couldn’t believe it, but I waited my turn so nervously. He kissed me briefly and smiled when I placed my hand on his sweaty chest.

Long story short, we had a date and he was charming, he gave a couple of your CD’S and I’ve never been more kissed on my entire life. His soft resemblance of you made my stomach turn upside down. We made love all night, for hours, just looking at each other eyes, going really slowly. I didn’t sleep a bit, but I enjoyed being hugged by him while he did.

The next morning he was really quiet and acting strange, but assured me that he was just tired from not sleeping enough. He stopped talking to me and I tried to keep in touch but he just gave me excuses. I asked for an explanation but he ended up ghosting me.

I’m embarrassed to admit how that hurt. I could eat nearly anything for weeks, I only cried and became obsessed trying to figure out what I did wrong.

I think the emotion and then the grief I felt with this story was a product of the illusion of that guy being you. He wasn’t, you are unique and I was a fool. I hope you can forgive me for that.

I only found comfort knowing – feeling – that you’d never do that to me. Because you’re my guardian angel, you’d never hurt me like that.

You are my biggest love, and you always ease my mind. I hope you’re somewhere up there and you watch over me.

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oldmovieactress · 2 years

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aliypop · 2 months

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Operation. G.I. Blues

(Nurse Reader x Tulsa McLean)

Word Count: 943

Writers Note: This is my first Reader insert so bear with me!

Warning: None

Pairing: Reader x Tulsa

Summary: What happens when the G.I. you've been having an eye on comes to your bedside to get fixed up?

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You walked the halls of the medical ward as you tended to the hurt soldiers of the day. Some had minor things like paper cuts. Or a sprained ankle and some had worse things like a broken arm or an amputated arm. You had only been working for a few months. But you had gotten close to a few of the G.I.'s like Cookie. For example, he was a frequent case but always a sweetheart. Your (H/L) and (H/C) swayed behind you as you began putting it in a bun. Some of the other nurses walked by. Some were giggling, and others were busy with work as you clocked in.

"Hey, (Y/N)!"

"Carla!" You waved to your friend as she smiled,

"Did you hear who's your patient today..." Carla asked as you shook your head,

"Not really..."

"Tulsa McLean!" Carla pretended to swoon as your (S/C) cheeks began to turn red. Everyone in the infirmary knew that you had a thing for "T-Tulsa... As in the Tank Crewman?" your (E/C) sparkling at the mention of his name.

"No Oklahoma, Yes that Tulsa..." Carla smirked, "And he Requested you."

"He knows who I am..."

"You're a woman with two legs and a working pu-"

"Okay, Carla, thank you, I get it, I'll take his chart now... " You shake your head, laughing. Tulsa was lying down with his foot propped as he began coughing the more he'd seen you walk closer.

"A-Ah Nurse (Y/N), Thank you for comin over so quickly." Tulsa coughed again as his blue eyes looked into your (E/C) eyes.

"What's wrong, Soldier." You give him what you hoped was a flirty smile,

"Well, I-I have a u-uh cold, no a fever, a flu! Yeah, the flu in my foot."He says as you sit next to him,

"Well, let me check your temperature." Taking the thermometer from your pocket, you place it in his mouth, "Tell me... How'd you get the flu in your foot..."

"Well, Cookie coughed on it and..."

"Ah yes, Cookie... He's always in here." You smile, leaning in to get the thermometer as you do all the other procedures, "But I don't think it's how you get the flu in your foot." Tulsa blushed out of embarrassment,

"But I-I... That's tight!"

"Blood pressure," You say, trying not to focus on his eyes, his chiseled chin, and those lips you're leaning closer, towards,

"(Y/LN)!"

"I'll be right back,"

"Take your time honey, I-I mean (Y/N)," Tulsa watched you walk away as he whistled, sure he could be a flirt. But, he really did like you. He found you interesting. And kind, sweet, a bit shy, but he knew you wouldn't want someone like him. You were a nurse, you kept him safe, and you'd want someone stable, not going from place to place window shopping for girls.

"Well..."

"Well... What's going on with me (Y/N)"

"It's not looking good..." You tease as he gets worried, "I think you've got cardodaciligitis..." You try not to laugh as he looks like a helpless child.

"What's that..."

"It means you don't have the flu in your foot. But you do have a budding sore throat." You say as he sighs,

"So no singin tonight?"He asked,

"I'm afraid not."

"Well, what can I do," He leans in, closer as your (S/C) cheeks turn red again. Tulsa took notice as he had a sneaky idea. His hand brushes against yours as you feel an electric fire course through you.

"Rest, and if you need me, just-" You felt his pillowy, soft, dreamy lips on yours as you held onto him, his hand on your waist and the other on your cheek as he was slowly touching your (H/T) his fingers lost in your (H/C) locks. You kissed back, and your heart nearly stopped. This was something you dreamed of.

"Kiss ya..." He winked

"Yes... I mean, no... I mean, call my name I..."

"(Y/N)?" Tulsa asked,

"Yes..."

"Do I make you nervous?"

"No."

"(Y/N)... The truth."

"Okay, okay, I really like you, and I didn't think you'd ever like me back and-" His lips were on yours again as a soft moan left your lips, following a whimper due to the fact he left your lips lonely again.

"Darlin, I like you too, matter of fact?"

"Yes?"

"When I get better, I wanna take you out, make an honest woman out of ya the whole nine yards!"

"You would do that?"

"Yes (Y/N)..."

"Why?"

"Cause maybe I like ya too," He kissed your cheek as you held your hand there, gushing over the G.I.

*Extra*

The next day, you trotted into the infirmary, blushing and giggling as you threw yourself over the counter,

"Carla, guess what!"

"What (Y/N)?"

"Operation G.I. completed."

"You mean..."

"Tulsa kissed me!" Both you and Carla freak out.

"And...What was it like?"

"It was like kissing a cloud." You swoon as Carla laughs, "So what now, is it just a kiss, or is he seri-"

"(F/C) roses for (Y/N) (L/N)."

"Oh, thank you," Taking the card from the stems, you open it and read it as Carla looks over your shoulder.

Thank you for taking good care of me,

Ps.

Ever since I kissed your lips, I've officially stopped hopping around. I Can't wait to see you tonight.

Hopeful to be your

Love,

Tulsa McLean

"That definitely means you're dating..."

"Carla!"

"It does!"

"Oh my God, your hair! and makeup, and what are you going to wear!" You watch Carla walk off as you keep reading the last part of the note.

Love,

Tulsa McLean

And that was something you knew you waited a while to want to do.

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