You were way ahead of the trend, g-get it

 Valentine's Day felt like it might have been last year, but still Rox thought of it so fondly with Elvis. Yes, he had a bouquet of roses for her. She asked how much but he wouldn't tell.

It was after work. Late by most standards, but they made a night of it just as much. Well, of course, it was good. She could say great, but she didn't want to give him that much credit for the sex since it was all still so new to him.

"When was your first kiss?" He'd asked so naughty after a haughty intercourse. She thought he would have been asleep, but he wasn't.

Rox sighed heavily. She'd have to think about it. Perhaps.

"Oh, it was after a soccer game," she laughed. "I was only six, I guess. He was older. Like eight. We were under the bleachers." She still smiled about it as if she'd worried since birth that she might never be truly kissed. It was like making up for lost time. "What about it?"

Elvis only smiled as if he'd waited for this moment all along. He drew her in and naturally touched all the soft spots to awaken them for the second course. 

"Who did you kiss?" She wanted to know. They were engaging in the past even if the future was looking so promising.

"I can't really say," he shrugged with a smirk.

"Why can't you?"

"Cause." He looked at her a little blankly. His fingers touched her breasts and pried lower.

"Cause why?"

"It's not quite that exciting," he told her.

"Well, I told someone he was a fag," She was even lipped. "I liked the word. So I used it. That dude I kissed at the soccer game."

"Isn't that cigarettes?" Elvis had his head propped up under his jaw looking down at her. She touched his face then. Damn him, he always looked lush in her eyeshadow.

She only smiled. And he kissed her as if he might be her first kiss.

"Maybe you went on to kiss a boy," she persisted.

"I didn't." He looked at her ever so endearing.

"Who was it?" She wanted to know.

"My mother."  But he kept looking at her as if he could move on if she'd let him.

"Your mother?" Oh, it almost broke the train of ecstasy that was on its way.

"She was just, a little out of it." He didn't make it sound dreadful. "She..she gave me a kiss......with tongue."

Oh, she felt so sad for him now. But not then because there were other matters to tend to. And she let him. The endless tears prevailed in her sleep. How could they make it right? Both were damaged even if Elvis didn't know it.