Eighteen months. One year and six months. A year and a half.

That's how long she and Sam had officially been dating. It was a long time considering that the two were teenagers, and being together for over a year could be considered a decade to other adolescents.

They had to step it up to the next level already and quit fucking around, the wait had gone on long enough. At almost eighteen years old and unlike girls her age, Mercedes was not ready to have sex with her boyfriend Sam. She was barely a legal adult; she was not ready to become a woman just yet. However, that didn't exclude other things she was ready for, and the things were sort of dishonorable. Sort of.

They had been going out for so long, and the thoughts of getting intimate in different ways other than sexual intercourse were tempting Mercedes. But what would Sam think? Would he think that she was nasty, or a freak? She knew very well that Sam Evans was no virgin, but had he done other things, too? She didn't want to ask, that would be far too embarrassing.

Sam had been so respectful and never pushed her to do anything. And sure they had both gotten deep into each before many times, but never how she had recently thought of-never how she desperately wanted at this point.

Mercedes wanted to try some new things with him, before she gave her whole being to him. And she didn't want to wait either; graduation was almost on the horizon. Mercedes had a plan on how she would propose doing other things with him, too. Actually, she mostly had a plan on how to get started before she proposed her position to him.

Mercedes went the whole nine yards: Wearing a cute outfit, shaving and wearing her favorite Mariah Carey perfume. She knew that he would definitely notice and Sam would appreciate the effort, but she still was losing her nerve as she finally rang the doorbell of the two stories Evans residence with her gym bag full of overnight clothes in hand.

As she beheld the sight of her boyfriend looking fresh from a shower with a close fitting plain blue tee and dark grey sweatpants she almost lost all her nerve and sanity. Fuck if he wasn't the sexiest boyfriend to walk the earth. His hair was adorably plastered to his forehead and some of it was curling up. Sam's skin looked flushed and still wet, and his eyes. They had Mercedes' head spinning every time he looked at her. Those bright glistening eyes were enough to make her swoon and lose sight of all the morals she had with just a glance. And how could she forget those thick lips that never failed to leave poor Mercedes breathless?

Sam pulled back those wonderful lips in a smile directed and only for her.

Seeing him always made her a little self-conscious. She knew she wasn't the prettiest girl to grace the earth, and for a snug size 16 she was on the curvier side. Mercedes wasn't completely insecure about her figure, though. On a good day she felt pretty, but when she already felt nervous and saw Sam looking so close to perfection she couldn't help feeling extremely bleak by his side. He of course in return said he loved her on so many more levels than just appearance, which was still hard to believe on her part.

"Hey." He said before looking her over and bringing her into the house for a hug and kiss.

"So why are you in my house at this time at night?"

I looked around his living room feeling like a complete stranger. Now that I really thought about it, I don't think I could do what I came there for. I don't even think I could broach the subject. I felt a pair of arms snake their way around my waist from behind.

"Is something wrong?" I felt more than heard him say into my ear. I shuddered. It was like I was torn between turning around and leaving and surrendering myself to everything I wanted to do with Sam. But I needed to tell him this first.

"Well if there was you doing that made me forget."

Sam's abs quivered against me as he laughed softly into my ear. "Oh yeah, I forgot you like it when I talk in your ear, don't you?"

I pulled away from Sam as I felt a familiar heat wash over me and the pit of my stomach. "Can I spend the night here?"

"Yeah, sure." His whole tone changed to a more regressive sound and I hated that I was the reason for that but I couldn't help it.

I had almost forgot to ask, "Where are the others, babe?"

Sam looked around almost as if he just remembered he had a family before answering. "Mom and Dad took Stevie and Stacy to Papa and Nana's, and I didn't feel like going. Considering that you showed up on my doorstep, I'm glad I didn't go."

I chewed on my lip in thought. "Has your Papa been getting on to you about coming to run the KFC after high school again?"

He nodded then rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and I just didn't feel like dealing with his shit, y'know?"

I walked back over to Sam and wrapped my arms around him. "He'll come around sooner or later, Sammy."

He scoffed. "Is that before or after his death?" I gave him a dirty look.

"Okay, sorry I shouldn't have said that."

Mercedes looked over at Sam as they sat close on the couch they were sharing in his living room. She needed a distraction from the impending doom she was about to put herself in. Mercedes was beating herself up about the decision she made before even going through with it. The fact that she actually thought for a moment she could do this was starting to make her feel bad. This was probably the worst idea she ever thought of going through with. Well, she could still back out.

"Mercy."

"Hmm?"

"This shouldn't be awkward."

"It is though, isn't it?"

Sam grasped her hands in his. Both of their hands were almost equivalent in size. Mercedes always said that her hands were big, but he wouldn't want it any other way.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." She shook her head before mumbling something in annoyance. "I am thinking about something…"

San squeezed her hands comfortingly. "Baby what is it?"

"I don't want to tell you."

"That's a problem."

"I know and it shouldn't be because that's the whole point!" She slipped her hands away from his to frame her head in distress. "Dammit."

"What's going on? Is something wrong, is it me?" Sam was starting to sound worried.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm just trying to get the courage to talk to you about something." Mercedes shivered when Sam took her hands in his again.

"Is it bad?" Sam asked kissing her knuckles.

"No I think it's good."

"Then tell me." He said against her hand.

"I think I'm going to show you because I can't really tell you." And before he could do anything else I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips.

That was my debut Samcedes chapter written ever! Review please and part 2 should be up later today! 3/22/12: I switched POVs intentionally to display my writing style here and there, but the next chapter is completely in third person.