Loving You

Chapter One

August 11, 1956

*Narrator POV*

Elvis rises from his sofa as a knock sounds at his hotel room door. Opening it slowly, he finds his friend Joe Esposito standing on the other side with a stack of mail. "Hello Joe, what's that?"

Joe steps inside, "Well E, here I have a stack of fan mail for you." He hands it to Elvis, smiling as he watches him flip through it.

"All of these are sealed with a kiss," he begins sorting them, tossing them on the counter as he reads. "Sarah; Bethany; Melissa; Joanna;..." He finishes sorting and throws the last on the counter. "I'll read them later."

Joe nods, then suddenly reaches into his suit jacket. "I just remembered. This one was brought to me today. I was told it was important that you read it before your concert tomorrow." He pulls out a plain looking envelope and hands it to Elvis.

"Jessica Drew?" He asks, reading the neat handwriting that's sprawled across the front. He flips it over in his hands, "There's nothin' on here but a name. This ain't some kind of joke, is it?"

Joe shakes his head, "Not at all." He glances back towards the door, "I'll just leave you to read it alone." He winks, then slips through the door.

*Elvis POV*

I walk back to the couch and sit down, the letter in my hand. Slowly, I tear it open and glance down at the paper. There aren't any pictures or phone numbers attached to this letter. From the start, this was different from any letter I've ever received from a girl. I sit back on the couch and begin reading:

"Dear mister Presley,

My name is Jessica Drew, I'm eighteen years old and live here in New Orleans. I want you to know that I am a big fan of yours, and will be attending your concert tomorrow evening. This is why I'm writing you. I'm a different type of girl. I'm not like any of the others that have written you. Most of them have kissed boys, and have even gone further than that. But I never have. Sure, I've had boyfriends, but I've never kissed any of them.
I'm sure you're wondering why I've made a statement such as that one. I'll fill you in. You're a very attractive man, Elvis. I like you, and well, I was wondering if you would be willing to be my first kiss? I'm not asking for anything more than a simple kiss. I don't want a relationship with you. I simply want the satisfaction of knowing that my first kiss was with the most attractive man in the world.
You can say no, because I'm not forcing you to do anything about this. But if you decide to say yes, I'll give you a description of myself. My measurements are 36', 26', 35'. I stand about 5'2", and I weigh 117 lbs. I have curly strawberry-blonde hair that falls to my shoulder blades. My eyes are a grey-blue, but change shades of blue depending on the lighting and my mood. Tomorrow night I will be standing in the front row of the theater in a knee-length light blue dress with white polka dots. I'll have on white matching heels, and my hair will be clipped back.
I look forward to seeing your concert, regardless of your decision.

Sincerely,
Jessica"

I fold the letter up and slide it into my grey suit jacket. I stand and go to Joe's hotel room, pounding on the door until he answers. "Who the hell brought ya this?"

"Some kid was sitting in the hotel lobby, and when he saw me, he brought the letter to me, told me it was vital that it get to you, then left." Joe shrugs. "Why?"

I step into his suite. "The girl that wrote this letter told me she's never kissed a boy, and wants me to be her first kiss. She said she'll be at the concert tomorrow night, and wants me to do somethin' there."

Joe looks at me with curiosity. "What are you going to do?"

"I-I-I don't know. I'll probably pull her out of the crowd and talk to her. She said in the letter that I didn't have to do it if I didn't want to. I could pretend I never got the letter." I shrug and sit down on his sofa. "But I can't do that. I'd be lyin', and it wouldn't be right."