I do not own Glee. if I did it would revolve around Mercedes Jones, instead of Rachel Berry... Just saying.

Here is my second Glee story, I love writing for Samcedes, I haven't felt this way about a couple since, Lucas and Peyton from One Tree Hill.. All my inspiration comes from that couple.. I'm totally in love with Amber Riley, I mean seriously, is there anything that girl can't do... :) She is so FLAWLESS!

Anyways, This story is going to have a lot of smut, in it.. Cause if you ever read my Leyton fictions you know I love smutty stories..

Yes, the summary pretty much sucks, so just bare with me, and read it.. I think you will like where I take this...

Happy Reading :) 3

Different Kind Of Life.

Chapter 1

I was sitting there reading over my biology notes when I saw him enter the lounge. It's hard not to miss him. He's flat-out gorgeous, 6'0", muscular, blonde hair, green eyes and a great smile. Sam Evans the dreamiest broody's guy I've ever seen. But I never pursued anything since I've only seen him date cheerleader types, he probably couldn't handle a full figure girl like me anyways.

I returned my attention to my biology, as the amoebas and such started to clutter my mind, it wandered back to Sam. God Damn that man is fine! I knew I wasn't going to be able to study with him around so I packed up my stuff and headed to my dorm room. I shoved my books into their respective spots on my small bookshelf and collapsed onto my bed. I thought a nice play session while he was on my brain would prove beneficial and I'd be able to study afterwards.

I lifted up the bottom hem of my skirt and slid my fingers underneath the elastic band of my panties to find my pussy was completely wet. If he only knew what he did to me. He'd probably laugh at me knowing he got me this wet with just walking into the same room. I let my fingers slowly dance around my clit, his vision fresh in my mind. I closed my eyes turning my fingers into his. I got to the point where I could almost feel his breath on my inner thighs when a light knock at my door brought me back to reality.

I quickly pulled my hand outta my panties, tried to regain my composure as I headed for the door. I was expecting one of my girlfriends wanting help with something, that's what ninety-nine percent of my knocks are about, but this time it was Sam. I almost lost my balance as the wind from the door opening wafted his scent into my nose. Ahh damn he's a fox.

"Can I help you?" Almost as soon as those words came outta my mouth I wished I could take them back. I sounded like some snob being bothered by the lower class. And what the hell was he doing at my door? This was a joke. It had to be.

"Mercedes Jones right?" His voice was like butter. So smooth and sexy I melted in the doorway as he said my name. Then I realized he had asked me if I was me. He must have known what I was doing though; I could smell myself over him.

"Yes, that's me. And you're Sam Evans right?" I was trying to play it calm and cool and praying at the same time he couldn't smell my sweet pussy juice on my fingers.

"Would you like to come in?" Oh god I wished! I wanted to feel his hard cock pulsating inside my pussy. I wanted to feel him buried deep within my tight walls. Oh My God, girl calm your self down, he is not here to fuck you.. My mind kept screaming at me..

He winked as he walked past me and sat down on my bed. I felt my heart leap outta my chest when he patted on the bed for me to join him. I slowly eased myself onto the small twin bed and looked at him quizzically.

"So, Mercedes, what have you been up to?" Oh my god! He knew! He'd only been in here for a matter of seconds and he knew I was fucking him in my mind! I stammered for a response but he cut that short with a deep kiss. I felt my pussy grow wet again as our tongues swirled within our mouths. My heart raced as I felt his hands move and rest on my hips. This is a dream, it's got to be a fucking dream... Please Lord don't let this be a dream...

"What was that for" I asked, totally shocked. After pulling away from his incredible lips.

"You know, Mercedes, I've watched you for quite sometime and I've noticed a pattern."

"Whatcha mean?" I replied knowing full well what he was talking about.

"Every time I come into the lounge you leave. But yet I've heard through the grapevine that you… ummm… well that you think I'm hot."

"The grapevine huh, is your grapevine Santana Lopez" I knew it had to be my noisy best friend and roommate Santana, she had be trying to get me to go flirt with him for months.

"Yeah, she said you have dreams about me" he smirk. " Really really, hot, hot dreams..." He licked his big pink lips.

I couldn't believe it, and I know my face was flushed, after that statement.

" It's nothing to be shamed about, truth be... you invade me dreams to."

I honestly didn't know what to say to that, He sensed my uneasiness and leaned in for another kiss. I couldn't believe the amount of lust that my body built up for that man. I think I surprised him by my eagerness.

I yanked up his t-shirt, tossed it aside and quickly made for his shorts. He returned the lustful desire and had my skirt hiked up to my hips, my shirt unbuttoned and was working to get my panties down my legs. Not a word was said as our naked bodies meshed together on my twin bed. Our skin contrasting against each other, his prefect white body, my curvy chocolate body was becoming one.

His hard cock was already oozing with pre-cum as he worked it up and down my wet slit. I rocked my hips up and down desperately trying to force his cock into my aching pussy. He didn't have me wait long. He shoved his throbbing cock deep within my sweetness with ease. I was soaking wet and coated his cock completely.

I couldn't stifle my moans as he began to thrust his dick in and out of my thick pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing his cock deeper inside my gripping walls, until he filled me completely. Our bucking counterbalanced each other making his cock ram as far as it could reach then pulling it out completely and repeating.

I knew it wouldn't take me long at all to cum, especially since I played a bit before our encounter. I could feel my orgasm building deep within me and with every thrust from his rock hard cock I was brought closer and closer to cumming. His groaning grew more intense as my pussy closed tighter and tighter around his pulsating shaft.

An explosion went off throughout my body as I was wracked completely with my intense orgasm. My sweetness spammed around his cock causing him to let loose with his own explosion and fill me to the brim with his hot gooey cum.

He collapsed onto my body and we both lay there gathering our breath for a moment. He kissed me deeply, our tongues dancing together as he rolled off to lie next to me. His skin against mine, our hearts racing and our breathing still somewhat ragged from our extreme lust. We stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, his arm wrapped around my waist, his head resting against my shoulder. I fell asleep a couple of moments later with the biggest smile on my face.

The next morning I woke to empty bed, I sat up and, looked around my room, "Was that a dream, did I dream all that?" I laid back down completely disappointed. "But it couldn't be a dream, could it, it feel to real to be a dream." I laid there staring at the ceiling, comparing last nights events, to all my other dreams about the sexy blonde man. " It was real, it had to be.."

Let me know what you guys think?

Was it Real? Or was it just another one of Mercedes dreams?