Hi. So okay if any of you have read my fic Daydreamer on here (which I am currently working on an update for I promise), then you know I keep refering to a lake house in that story. Well after I started writing it I thought it would be fun to write a "spicy" tale about them spending a weekend at a lake house where the "summer fling" went down. So here it is lol.

This first chapter is kind of like an intro to their sexual relationship. It highlights their first sexual experiences. I have always been intrigued by the whole thing with sex and the bases used in baseball (Like really who came up with that). So since this story is based in the summer I figured it would be fun to open with this chapter. So imagine my surprise when I was watching Smash and they have a whole song about sex and baseball. LOL. Anyway I'm rambling (as I tend to do at the beginging of my chapters. Sorry) So here is The Lake House.

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Enjoying Americas Past Time:

First Base.

They had an amazing time on the water front. It was light easy and she could tell from the way he smiled at her he genuinely like her. It left her with a tingle in her fingers and toes she couldn't describe. As they headed back to the confines of the Hotel hand in hand, she felt lighter than air. She was determined to not mess this moment up.

After making it across a busy intersection, a block away from their destination, Sam stopped her suddenly. She turned concerned why her escort for the day had suddenly stopped walking. She looked into his eye, as her brows sank.

"What's wrong?" she questioned as she turned to Sam.

He didn't answer, but an urgent expression on his face, as he gazed in the way of their intended direction, gave her pause. He licked his lips as he gripped her hand in his. Mercedes walked closer to him, tugging at his arm in an attempt to shake him from his daze. Sam looked down at her concerned face and smiled. He licked his lips again quickly, as he pulled her in closer. He quickly bent down, as he tilted her chin slightly with his opposite hand, placing an innocent first kiss onto her unexpecting lips. Her eyes quickly fluttered shut, as her first tastes of Sam and lust swirled around her mind. When he pulled way he quickly explained "Since we are keeping us private, I really needed to do that before we got to the Hotel and I couldn't".

He smiled down at her, as she finally opened her eyes, really seeing her newly acquired man clearly for the first time.

Nationals was a bust, to say the least. A moment of unrequited teenage passion had ended their first successful run. Some where content, happy that they had made it as far as they had considering it was only their second year of competition. Others however were bitter, upset that their leaders would blow their big chance at the end based on their hormones. Sam was somewhere in between. Sure he was upset that they didn't advance and landed two positions outside of the top ten based on a kiss. However he was in a new relationship, and understood what it meant to want someone so much that he would risk everything for one chance with them.

After calming Santana down, and ensuring she wouldn't smother Rachel in her sleep, the boys headed to their room. "Meet me at the ice machine in 10 minutes" Sam quickly whispered to Mercedes as he followed behind Puck. She smiled shyly as she quickly nodded her head. He smiled lightly as he closed the door behind him.

Mercedes quickly changed out of her costume and into her comfortable pajamas. She grabbed the ice bucket and announced that she was headed to get a soda and some ice, inquiring if anyone wanted anything. Most muttered no, while Santana requested a time machine to go back and slap the crap out of both the "Hobbit and the T-Rex" when she had a chance.

"While I can't get you that" Mercedes answered honestly "I can get you a cherry coke".

Santana shook her head muttering how she wished she never signed that damn contract with Mr. Shue because she could use a drink. Mercedes shook her head as she turned and headed out of the room door.

As she shut the door behind her, she turned her head and spotted Sam a few doors down, with the boy's ice bucket in his hand. He spotted her and smirked as he nonchalantly walked towards the ice machines. Mercedes tried to keep up but her shorter legs didn't allow for her to catch him. She pouted as she turned the corner to the cubby that hid the floors ice and soda machines. Sam was already there, halfway finished filling his bucket. He quickly finished, grabbing his ice. He waived his hand in a welcoming fashion as he said "All yours ma lady". She pressed her lips in a smile as she sat her bucket under the ice dispenser. As she pressed the button, Sam gently placed his finger under her chin, grabbing her attention. Before she could say anything, he pressed his lips to hers. She closed her eyes becoming lost in his kiss. He gently, pierced her billowy lips with his tongue, granting her, her first "French" kiss. Unsure of what to do at first, due to the pure shock of the feeling, she allowed him to probe her mouth, until she began to move her tongue in response. Their tongues gently tussled, as they allowed their passions to take control. Mercedes got so lost in the feel and taste of him, until the fourth ice cube hit her foot.

"Oh crap" she jumped, realizing she allowed her bucket to over flow, creating a small mess.

Sam chuckled as she quickly began picking up the wasted ice, tossing them back into the wasted tray area of the machine. He smiled at her when she stood up straight and grinned at him, her cheeks red from embarrassment. He caressed her face, appreciating just how beautiful she really was without makeup. She reached up and grabbed his hand, holding it in hers. "That was my first "real" kiss" she confessed, unsure why she felt the need to be so honest. She slightly expected him to look at her like a freak, some over grown baby who was lost.

Sam pulled her into a hug, snuggling into her body. "Well, how was it?" he questioned slightly wishing he knew it was her first because he would have made it much more romantic than sneaking off the floors ice machines to make out.

"It was… everything" she sighed in his arms, not fully understanding why, but feeling safe in his grasp.

He smiled to himself, determined to make every first with her, as magical and special as he possibly could.

They headed back down to their rooms, ice buckets in hand, holding pinkies like they had seen Santana and Brittney do so many times, and in case someone came out they could quickly drop them, making their meeting seem coincidental. He walked her down to her door, making sure she made it okay, and prolonging his time with her. She pulled out her key card, and he brazenly, but quickly kissed her on her forehead. "Night" he sighed.

"Good night" she smiled shyly as she fiddled with her key. She watched as he headed back to his door.

Half way down the hall he stopped and turned to her suggesting "Let's see if we can try to sit together on the plane back tomorrow."

"I'd like that" she smiled as she opened the door. She waived quickly and headed to bed with Sam on the brain.

Second base.

They had been together for two weeks but had made out, a lot. Even though she was a novice to kissing, Mercedes showed to be a quick study. By the first week, she not only became comfortable with initiating their make outs, she would leave Sam breathless at some points wondering who the beginner really was. They spent everyday from that plane ride home on together, getting to know each other, in every way imaginable. They found a strong connection, that although they never said anything to each other, they both felt. It was as natural as gravity.

"Good night" Sam sighed as he walked her to her car after getting off late from the pizzeria. She was kind enough to step in and babysit his siblings as he worked. He smelled of sauce and uncooked pepperoni, both smells he use to love, but now he grew to hate.

"Good night" she giggled as he placed his hand on the top of her car, towering over her. Anyone else the position would feel intimidating, but with Sam, he felt like shelter, protecting her from the rest of the world. She reached up placing her lips to his.

With rude customers, a cranky boss, and coming home to a Motel where his privacy was non existent, he needed that kiss. He kissed her as if she were the first sip of ice water to a man walking the desert. He drank her lips in tasting every drop of her. She was the most delicious thing he'd ever had, and he wanted more of her, needed more of her. He gripped her face, as he pressed his body into hers. She felt so damn good, like a warm hot bath, that you just wanted to curl up in, and just forget all of you troubles. But still in that moment he needed more of her. He slid his hand off of her face and gripped the back of her neck, as he pulled her closer, as his tongue probed farther, wrestling with hers. It was weird. He knew she was right there, in his arms, mouth joined, but to him she was still too far away. He intended to slide his hand down her body to her waist. He knew she wasn't exactly comfortable with his hand roaming, assuming he didn't want her because of her weight, but he had to feel her body against his.

As his hand moved from her neck to her upper arm, it suddenly took a detour inward, to her chest. As his finger tips grazed her flesh, he deepened his kiss, forgetting they were outside of his family's shared Motel room. At that moment, he was just a man. And Mercedes was just a woman, his woman, as they explored passion. His fingers landed on her breast, lightly grazing the swell of it, from the top of her low cut shirt. Her skin was like warm silk, soft and plush. His fingers played at the seam of her collar, as he planted his hand against her breast. As he lightly massaged her, his eyes rolled in the back of his head. She felt perfect to him. He wondered how he could ever doubt the skin she was in when it felt this good from the outside.

He ran his hand down the front of her soft, pliable, torso, reaching the bottom hem of her top. He slid his hands up her warm flesh, enjoying the heat that emanated off of her. He reached the lace of her bra, squeezing it, and all that it contained. She moaned slightly as he began to palm her, discovering her body, subconsciously taking note of the kind of touch she liked. He pressed his body closer into her, as he pulled her bra cup down, allowing her ample breast to spill out from its confines. He placed his palm flat against her, as her nipple began to pucker under his palm. He slid his hand down as he began to lightly roll and tug at it, eliciting a small whimper, light, and vulnerable, that caused his manhood to jump at its call. He became drunk off of her feeling and kiss that he slightly growled enjoying the way she responded to his hands.

Suddenly, a pair of head lights glared on them, breaking their trance. They quickly stopped, shielding their eyes form the bright beams, as another patron of the Motel past by to get to its parking space, Sam was brought back to reality, as he quickly removed his hand from under her shirt. He was still what most would consider poor white trash, living in a motel with his family, working hard to eat his next meal. He didn't deserve paradise. He didn't deserve her.

"Uh I'm, I'm sorry" he quickly apologized to his woman, embarrassed he had gotten so carried away so easily.

"It's okay" she huffed catching her breath as she readjusted her clothing.

He turned his head, genuinely remorseful for allowing his hormones to take over his better judgment. He'd promised himself all of their first would be special, and there is nothing special about getting felt up in a Motel parking lot by a horny teen boy who smelled like a long day of work and pizza. She deserved better than that. She deserved better than him. He turned to walk to his room when he felt her hand take his. She slid her fingers between his, their hands kissing palm to palm.

"I guess we'll just have to find a more secluded spot next time" she giggled. She yanked him back closer to her, wrapping her arms around his waist for a hug, pressing her body against his, like she knew exactly what he needed. He pulled her into him and smiled. He felt a surge in his body. He wanted to do better, by her and for her. She deserved so much more than he could offer, but he was willing to scrap to give it to her, because she was worth everything he could give.

"I promise next time will be better" he reassured, determined to make it true.

Sliding into third…

Mercedes sat bored at home alone. It was date night for her parents, and although she didn't fully know what that meant, by the way her father playfully goosed her mother on their way out, she was better off in the dark. She flipped through the channels, wondering why when she had something to do, or somewhere to go she was required to DVR all she wanted to watch. But, when she was bored at home, there was absolutely nothing on to keep her entertained. She tossed the remote to her side after she landed on Bravo deciding she might as well watch Tabitha take over another Salon then continue to scroll for something to watch.

She felt restless. It had been two days since she had last seen Sam, and she missed him more than she'd even realized. He was busy with work and his parents had taken two days off from their job hunt to gain another course of action, so she wasn't needed for babysitting duty. She was craving his touch, his kiss, just his presence around her. She huffed as she shifted in her seat thinking about their last encounter and giggled. She tentatively looked down her shirt to the large hickey he left on her left breast. She laughed at his explanation of the mark claiming he was unable to stop himself as he worshiped at her Hallelujah Mountains, apparently a new moniker for her chest.

Mercedes grabbed her phone, deciding she would order a pizza as a way to steal at least ten minutes with her man when her door bell rang. She jumped, curious at who could be at her door, since she hadn't invited anyone over. She tip toed to the door and tentatively peeked out of the side window. As smile graced her lips, as she quickly jerked the door open.

"I didn't order a pizza" she smiled as she set her eyes upon Sam. He was holding a pizza box in his hand, and a large smile across his face.

"Dang. I saw in a movie that if you randomly bring a pizza to a girl's house, and she can't afford to pay, you can "negotiate" a price" he joked.

Mercedes rolled her eyes in amusement as she made way for him to step inside. "Yeah, those are the kind of movies you watch alone when the kids are asleep huh?" she giggled.

"Watch alone, with a friend, act out" he wiggled his eyebrows as he turned to face his girl. He gently bent down, kissing her sweetly on her lips. "Hey" he smiled as he pulled away from her.

"Hey" she replied in a light coo. "What are you doing here?" she asked remembering she really hadn't ordered a pizza…yet.

"Well, we were kind of slow tonight and so one of us had to go home early. Gio picked me because he claimed he had to keep an eye out for Pauli his nephew" Sam sighed. "So I grabbed a pie and decided because my parents are with Stacy and Steven, and I hadn't seen my girl and her wonderful parents" he said, almost yelling the last part causing Mercedes to laugh at his brown nosing tactics "that I would stop by for a visit."

"Well that was sweet of you" Mercedes smiled as she reached onto her toes for another kiss. "My parents are out tonight though. Date night"

"Oh" Sam leaned back, forming an O with his mouth. "Well, more pie for us" he shrugged.

They made their way to the kitchen, eating at her kitchen table as Sam discussed his day. She could tell by his eyes he was exhausted. He'd worked for three weeks straight at times taking doubles.

After they finished they headed into her den so they could relax and watch television. He lounged with his legs stretched out in front of him, sinking deep into her family couch, while Mercedes laid with her legs resting in his lap. She secretly congratulated herself on shaving her legs earlier that day, as he ran his hand back and forth between her ankle and her knee.

Sam smiled as he caressed her legs, happy she'd taken the hint when he happened to mention to her one day that he liked her legs. Soon after he noticed she wore more dresses and skirts around him. Even tonight, he noticed she had no problem wearing her pajama shorts around him now, where in the beginning of their relationship, she would have likely gone and changed into a pair of sweats.

And although he was enjoying the feel of his woman, he was extremely uncomfortable. He continued to shift constantly, attempting to become comfortable but never getting there.

"What's wrong?" Mercedes quizzed after he huffed and shifted for the fourth time.

"Oh" Sam noticed he had disrupted her "I smell like the shop, and it's giving me a headache." Sam was use to coming straight from work, and taking a shower, getting the smell of the day off of him.

"Well take your shirt off" Mercedes suggested plainly with a shrug, knowing he was wearing at least a ribbed tank under his work shirt.

Sam shrugged as he sat up peeling his work shirt off, tossing it practically across the room. He sat back in his ribbed tank, slightly relieved to have the smell of pizza away from him. He continued to trace his fingers up and down Mercedes legs, allowing his hand to travel higher and higher with each pass. Mercedes giggled slightly as his feather light touch, tickled her thigh as he ran his hand over her skin. Hearing her he smiled at her giggling face. She sat up silently, scooting closer to him. She gently grabbed his chin, pulling him into a gentle kiss. She pulled back and smiled into his green eyes confessing "I missed you"

"I missed you too" he sighed wishing he had more time to lavish on her. If he could he would spend every free minute he could just holding her.

She kissed him again, this time it was a deep, more passionate kiss, one that caused him to slow his caress down to a crawl, allowing him to basically rest his hand on her upper thigh. As they kissed his hand painstakingly inched up farther, under the seam of her shorts, towards her hip. She gently ran her finger up his jaw line towards the nape of his neck, pulling him in closer as she gently sucked on his bottom lip. He pulled away in a hissing moan, as he switched legs, deciding to stroke the leg closer to his body. He gently ran his fingers the length of her calf, from her inner knee, down to her ankle, as he rested his forehead against hers. "I think we better slow down" he advised in an attempt to take things slower.

"Why?" she questioned, genuinely searching, at that moment, for a reason.

"Because with the way your kissing me, and you in these short, are causing me to want to touch you in a way that I'm not sure we're ready for" he admitted honestly looking into her big brown eyes.

"What way is that?" she questioned, this time totally teasing him, as a seductive smile played on her lips.

Sam groaned, fighting the temptation to touch her, showing her exactly how and where, but he fought it saying "You know where"

Mercedes knew she was playing with fire. She knew at that moment she had a choice. Either let Sam be, taking his word and allow both of them to cool off, or she could nervously, push the boundaries of their relationship back. "Show me" she said. Her voice a mix of nerves and lust.

Sam sat back, quietly observing her as he stared back at her. He could see that she was nervous, hearing the crack in her voice. He hesitated, still unsure of what to do. So she moved in close, and kissed him again, sliding her fingers through his hair, as she pulled his face closer. Sam took this as an opportunity to run his fingers slowly up and down her inner leg. He repeated his path, over and over as they kissed, each time his hand going higher up her thigh. Finally, after about the fifth pass, his had reached the crotch of her shorts. He kept his hand there still, not moving it for a moment to see what her reaction would be. She continued to kiss him, deeply probing his mouth with her tongue. He then gently began to massage her mound, running his fingers in a clockwise circle. Mercedes moaned into his mouth, as an audible approval of his touch.

Sam pulled back slightly to get a view of her face as he touched her, wanting to study and remember the faces she made. He again rested his head against hers, as he took in her facial expressions. Her eyes where shut tightly, as she breathed heavily through her mouth. She gently licked her lip as she bit back a loud groan.

Sam decided to take a gamble, as he slid his hand into the waist band of her shorts, placing his hand right back to it previous position, but this time, touching the slightly damp cotton of her panties. As he circled his fingers, he pulled her back into a kiss, as he attempted not to focus on the fact that all that separated him from her most private of area was a thin sliver of moist fabric.

Mercedes kissed Sam ferociously, sucking on his tongue, as his fingers worked her into a sexual frenzy. She gripped onto is neck as her hips gently began to circle to the feel of his fingers. She breathlessly pulled away from his kiss allowing "Sam" to breathlessly escape from her lips. She bit down on her bottom one as she leaned back on her free hand allowing her head to follow.

"Do you want me to stop?" he growled in a slight whisper.

Bringing her head back onto her shoulders up right she moaned "Unh unh" as she shook her head. She opened her eyes, making direct eye contact with him as she continued to slowly ride his fingers.

The look in her eyes drove him wild internally, but Sam was resolute to stay calm in the moment. He knew he had to stay focused and not allow himself to get too carried away. However he took her answer as a sign it was okay to get a better feel for her. So with his finger, he slid the now wet fabric to the side touch her scorching flesh with his bare hand.

Mercedes quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in mid finger stroke. She gently kissed him as she slid his hand out of her shorts. Sam figured he'd over played his hand, and Mercedes was now at her limit. As he watched her stand up, still holding his wrist firmly in her grasp, he figured an invitation to leave so they could both cool down, would soon follow. He took a few deep breaths as he readied himself to go when he heard "Let's go to my room"

His eyes shot up straight to her big glazed over orbs as she stared down on him with as slight smile.

"Okay" was all he could say as she lead him up to her own private space in the house for the first time.

…head first.

Sam quickly turned around to face Mercedes as he heard the click of her lock. She leaned against her shut bedroom door, her eyes glued on him. He could tell she was nervous by her slight lip biting, but he could also tell by her eye, she wanted him. He walked over to her quietly, pressing her between her door and his body and kissed her, as he ran his finger behind her neck, tilting her face towards him. Grabbing her by her waist, but unwilling to break their kiss, he guided her to her bed. He gently directed her to sit down, by pushing her hips into a sitting position. Finally ungluing his lips from hers, he grabbed her ankles swiveling them onto the bed.

Mercedes nervously lay back on her pillows, as Sam straddled her. He gently grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it slowly up, exposing her tummy, up to her bra covered breast. He hovered over her for a moment as he always did, just taking in her bubbly brown skin. She was so smooth and soft, that he honestly could just sit back and look at her. He gently ran his hand around her breast, quickly locating the hickey he left on her. He smiled at his handy work secretly proud of the mark. Sam trusted Mercedes with his heart. He knew she could never hurt him how his past girlfriend had, but that didn't kill his possessive streak over her. Since she still wasn't allowing him to shout from the roof tops that she was his girl, the secret markings he left on her was a way to ensure that anyone who tried to get close to her knew that she was all his.

Sam slowly lowered his head, as he kissed her soft lips. He lightly ran his tongue up the line of her bottom lip up to her cupids bow. He then crashed his lips back down to hers. His right hand roamed her chest, as he freed her breast from their respective cups. He began to trace his kissing down her chin onto her collar bone, giving it a light lick. He then moved to her right breast, taking its erect nipple into his mouth as he gathered the rest of its flesh in his hand, giving it a light squeeze. As he sucked on her, Mercedes moaned as the sensation of his lips traveled through her body. She looked a peak down at him, the visual mixed with the sensation, instantly causing her lower lips to tingle.

Sam kissed his was across her chest reaching her left nipple, repeating his actions. He then kissed his was down to her fleshy stomach. He paused at her belly button, kissing it lightly, as he stuck his tongue into it, knowing it was one of her "spots". He smiled as she jerked, moaning from his playful lick. He sat up as he scooted down, settling himself between her legs. He took a grasp of her shorts, on each side of her hips.

"I'm not ready for sex" Mercedes blurted out, the tension of the moment becoming too much. She wanted Sam, she did, but she was not ready to go all the way with him. Not at that precise moment.

"Don't worry" he smiled, already knowing that this was not the right time for him to attempt to go all the way with her. He could feel her nerves and he wasn't carrying protection at that precise moment. "I wasn't going to try that with you tonight. But I have something else I want to do, if you'd let me" he smiled. "Do you trust me?"

Mercedes bit her lip nervously. She shook her head in the affirmative, however, because she did trust him. She trusted more then she could readily understand, considering they'd only been a couple for about a month. But through his words and, most importantly, his actions, Mercedes knew she could trust Sam with every part of her. So she tentatively lifted her hips, as she felt him tug them down her legs and off of her body, taking her panties with them. Mercedes quickly placed her hand over her mound, as she pressed her bent knees together.

Sam turned his head, tossing her garments near her hamper. When he turned back around, he found her looking up at him apprehensively. He turned to her kissing knees and smiled. He reached in placing his lips to her left, then right knee, as he slowly began to pry them open. Once they were slightly apart, he them pressed another kiss, first to her left inner knee, then her right one, as he pulled her legs apart even more. He repeated this routine as he slowly worked his way down to the warm wet valley between her thighs.

Once he finally reached his destination, he looked up to Mercedes wide and waiting eyes. He looked down to her small hand as it still hid his prize. He smiled, as he gently pressed delicate kisses on each of her knuckles. He then took his tongue and ran it up her middle finger, the finger covering the line where her lower lips met, from the tip of her nail to her knuckle, ending its short trip with a soft kiss. Sam then lifted her hand, revealing her dripping wet slit. He softly kissed her finger tips, lightly tasting her on them. He slowly lowered his head, kissing her on her lower lips. He heard and instant moan of pleasure from Mercedes lips when his lips met hers. He smiled against her, enjoying her reaction. He lightly stuck out his tongue, as he licked the area between her outer lips. He then stuck his tongue out farther, as he separated her outer lips with his fingers, revealing her inner pink core. He then began to lap at her dripping wet opening, licking her from it to her hard clit.

"Sammmm" Mercedes moaned as he tasted her. His right hand traveled back to her breast, squeezing the right one, as she slowly grinded her hips against his face.

He gently began to focus more on her clit as he inserted his index finger into her. She was still exceptionally tight despite how wet she'd become, and Sam took note not to get too rough as she slowly slid it in and out of her.

As she looked into his green eyes, Mercedes had to remain conscious of the fact that his head was still very much between her thighs even though the sensations he was sending though her, wanted her to snap then shut. She ran her finger through his bangs brushing them out of the way as he moaned against her. Her eyes squeezed shut as the visual and sensations began to be too much for her. A wave of heat swept over her as some invisible power took over her. Her movement began to speed up as her breathing became heavier. She clawed at her sheets as the first wave of her first orgasm washed over her. Her back arced off of the bed, as she yelled out "OH SAMMMM". Her body quaked as she bit her lip.

Sam placed his forearm across her hips, in an attempt to keep them pinned to the bed in place, as he held on for the ride. He continued to lick her, until her body calmed down. When the last of her jerks became soft shudders, Sam kissed his way back up her body to her face. As he slowly kissed first pair of lips, he noticed a small tear trail from the corner of her eye. She stared into his eyes, and kissed him deeply.

"Let me go clean up?" he asked softly as he slowly rolled off of the bed. Mercedes nodded silently.

Sam quickly made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him, making sure it was locked. He quickly unzipped his pants, freeing his now pulsating erection from his boxers. He franticly began stroking it, closing his eyes, as he visualized the session that went down between he and Mercedes less than thirty seconds ago. He quickly replayed every moan, whimper, and hip thrust of her body as he pleasured her with his mouth. Snatching a few tissues from the near by dispenser on her bathroom counter, he released himself, biting his lip, so that she wouldn't hear. He quietly sat down on the toilet behind him, as he allowed his heart to slow down. He breathed in and out in an attempt to allow his blood to return to the parts that needed it.

Once he felt steadied, Sam, quickly tossed the tissues away, and washed his hands, splashing a little cold water on his face to cool him down. He then zipped up his zipper, and smoothed his hair. He slowly returned to Mercedes room, to find her under her covers waiting for him. He quietly walked over to her, taking a seat next to her on the bed. He lightly grabbed her chin, pulling her into a kiss, hoping to remove the look of doubt she had on her face as she played with her fingers.

"You okay?" he asked as he pulled away from her, caressing her face.

"Yeah" she smiled nuzzling into his hand "I'm great"

He smiled as he lay next to her, just holding her in his arms.

Her first at bat.

"Sam" she moaned as he forcefully sunk his teeth into her neck. His rough hand squeezed her breast from the out of her shirt. He quickly licked the spot his teeth previously occupied, as an unspoken apology incase he'd been too rough. He scooted closer to her in the back seat of her car, as he wrapped his strong arm around her, tugging her his way. He quickly moved his mouth up to her mouth, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.

As they kissed, his hand moved down to its newest favorite spot to touch her, right under the seam of her slightly hiked up skirt. Ever since the first time he touched her there, approximately five days ago, it seemed like all of their more intense make out sessions had ended in her riding his fingers to an orgasm. He explained it would have been his tongue, but since that first night, they hadn't had the proper amount of time or freedom to get reacquainted in such a manner.

Sam slowly circled her clit with his fingers through her panties, causing Mercedes breath to hitch slightly at the sensation. He was always amazed at just how warm and wet she could get just from his touch. He circled his tongue in her mouth at the same speed of his fingers, as her hips swelled at his touch.

Mercedes softly bit down on his bottom lip, as her hand traveled under the seam of his soft t-shirt to his rock hard abs. Her soft hand lightly caressed his stomach, causing him to moan slightly. His skin was smooth and warm as her fingers studded his torso. She slowly moved her hand down to his belt buckle, as she began to tug on it.

"Mercedes" Sam quickly said, as he pulled away from her mouth, grabbing her hand to stop her.

"What? What's wrong?" she questioned breathlessly. She sat back looking for an answer. She was determined to find out why he, felt so comfortable touching her, but when it came time for her to touch him, he would stop her. She'd noticed it about a week ago, but became concerned when she after one of their heavier make out sessions, Sam rushed to the bathroom, forgetting to close the door completely. She walked to the bathroom to find him, taking care of himself there. She was completely baffled, wondering why he would choose to do it himself, and not ask her to assist.

"Uh, its just getting a little hot back here that's all" Sam answered scooting away slightly.

"Sam, what aren't you telling me" Mercedes demanded scooting closer to him. "Why won't you let me touch you? Is it, is it me?"

"No!" Sam immediately answered shaking his head. "It's totally me"

"Well tell me Sam" Mercedes pleaded as she looked into his eyes.

Sam sighed as he shifted in his seat to look at the Motel in her back window. They'd pulled off to a more secluded section of the parking lot, where they wouldn't be interrupted. "It's just" he began with a sigh looking into his hands "We shouldn't have to do this in a car. I should have a room to sneak you into. A private place of my own"

"Sam, I don't mind that-"

"Well I do Mercedes" Sam sighed cutting her off. "I made a promise to myself that all of our first after our first kiss would be special. I should be able to make out with my girl in my room, in my house. Not some Motel room I share with my parents and kid brother and sister. Not like that could happen anyway seeing as I never get any privacy"

Mercedes sighed as she took his hand in hers as she scooted closer to him. "Look, yes you live in a Motel, but that doesn't mean I think anything less of you and your family and you know this. And as you see, we're not in my room either, and I have all of that stuff you just listed off. And all of our first from the first kiss on have been special. Not because of where they were, but because I shared them with someone who cares so much about me. I shared them with you Sam. So why are you denying me the opportunity to make you feel as good as you make me? Do you want me to touch you?"

"More than anything" he answered honestly looking into her eyes to drive home the point how much he wanted her.

"Then let me touch you" she answered placing her hands at his belt, silently working her hands to undo his buckle. She slid her hands to his button as she unfastened it whispering "Because I want to touch you" She pulled him into a quick but passionate kiss. She rubbed her nose against his as she slowly pulled his zipper down. I raspy whisper she added "I want to make you feel, how I feel when you touch me"

Her words swirled around Sam's head, making him instantly hard. He kissed her deeply, swirling his tongue around her mouth. His breathing grew heavy as he felt her small fingers slide down, past his waist band into his boxer shorts. A slight growl slid from his lips, as she wrapped her soft fingers around his man hood, pulling it from his shorts.

Mercedes looked down at the erection in her hand. She had never seen one up close, in person. She pulled away from Sam honestly admitting "I'm not quite sure what to do, so you're going to have to show me"

With that Sam wrapped his large hand around hers, as he pulled her back into a kiss. She gently began to move her hand back and forth over his member, demonstrating the speed he needed at that moment. He also gripped her hand slightly, showing her the pressure that he preferred. When he was sure she understood, he let her hand go, allowing her to take control of his body. Sam moaned as her soft skin slid back and forth over his pulsating erection. He pulled back from her, resting his head against the head rest behind him, as he closed his eyes shut, and bit his bottom lip.

Mercedes looked into his face as she continued to pleasure him, astonished by what she was witnessing. She wondered if she looked so peaceful while Sam caressed her. She quickly understood why touching her had become his favorite past time, as a surge of power rushed through her at the fact that she was the cause for the look on his face.

"Faster" Sam pleaded as his hips began to grind to the rhythm of her hand. Mercedes quickly complied earning a slow and throaty "Uhhh Mercedes" She smiled at that way her name sounded on his lips, in the throws of passion.

"Does it feel good?" she whispered, playing the innocent card, knowing by his reaction what the answer would be.

"Uhhh Yes" he moaned as she shook his head up and down. He quickly turned to her grabbing her behind her neck, into a frantic, but passionate deep kiss. He gripped her hand moving it faster, as an indication he was close. Mercedes gripped him tighter, excited that she had brought him so close. His hand dropped from hers, as the grip on the back of her neck got a bit stronger. He pulled away moaning "Mercedes" loudly. He quickly bit his lip, as he climaxed, spilling himself over the top of her hand. She continued to stroke him until nothing was left, watching as his body shuddered from her touch.

Sam let Mercedes go, sitting back against the seat, allowing his head to rest against the head rest, as his breathing slowed down. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into Mercedes inquisitive face. He wondered what she could be thinking at that exact moment as she studied him.

He silently sat up to grab a few of the napkins Mercedes kept in the pouch behind her driver seat, now that Stacey and Steven frequented her car. As he reached for them, Mercedes studied his slowly softening member in her hand. She gently swiped his head with her hand getting a better feel for his body.

"Oh gosh!" he belted at the feeling of her touch.

"Oh, oh Sam" she panicked at his reaction "did I hurt you? I'm sorry!"

"No, no baby" he moaned trying to catch his breath "It's just that I'm really sensitive right now, and you touching me like that was a bit too much" he quickly explained with a small smile.

"Oh" she smiled happy she hadn't hurt him.

Sam silently cleaned her fingers first, then himself with a few napkins. He then turned to her and smiled as he put himself back in his pants, zipping them closed. He then silently pulled her into his body holding her in a tight embraced. "Thank you" he sighed into the top of her head as he cuddled her closely. "For everything" talking more about the kind words and reassurance than what happened after them. He silently brought her fingers to his lips, kissing them as they sat quietly enjoying the sound of the others breathing…

If by chance you've read any of my other stories (thanks btw) then you know I tend to hold out a little on the sexy stuff until later in the story. Here I just give you a heaping helping of it from the start lol.