A/N: This is a series of unrelated one-shots (like, really long one-shots) that all take place the night of the S2 episode, Prom Queen. Each chapter is named after a song sang by one of the "unsung" Glee members after all the drama popped off. And each chapter finds Mercedes sharing romantic moments with a different male Gleek. Obviously, I ship Samcedes hardcore, that's why the story is labeled as such. But there is going to be an Artcedes chapter, a Puckcedes chapter, maybe a little Mikecedes and Finncedes, too.
Every song chosen is one that I loved dearly back in high school, and most of them got played at a school dance I attended at some point. So I really have great memories of getting my dance on with a boy I liked, set to the background of some of my favorite songs. This fic is my homage to that feeling.
Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Deana Carter's Strawberry Wine.
Strawberry Wine
Mercedes POV:
So it's Prom Night. And so far, the evening has been exciting, exhausting, drama-filled, and memorable. It's also been romantic. Yes, for the first time in my entire life, Mercedes Jones has had an evening that could be reasonably described as romantic. Sure, I'm here on a three-way date with two people who I quite honestly couldn't really describe as good friends. I know Rachel Berry, of course, and put up with her as best I can most of the time…but we aren't friends; maybe you could describe us as frenemies. Sam Evans and I aren't even hi-bye acquaintances, for the most part. Our social circles rarely crossed paths, and if the two of us ever find ourselves talking, its definitely only in passing. But still, they're my prom dates. The three of us came together, so we could have a good time while the rest of the world coupled up. And yes, most of Prom night has been a study in how many times I could get my friends to leave their significant others alone long enough to dance with me. But I gotta say, a little bit of romance snuck its way in, anyway.
The first time I felt myself blush and giggle like a schoolgirl tonight was when Sam asked me to dance with him. Rachel was singing that Christina Perri song and half-crying in Finn Hudson's direction. It was actually kind of beautiful, in a really fucked up way. I was doing my patented "lonely girl chair dance" while fiddling with my corsage when Sam walked up to me. It was the first time I'd ever been asked, to be perfectly honest…so the thought of dancing with him kinda scared me. Yeah, I go to dances all the time; Homecoming, Winter Formals, Spring Flings…every lonely girl does. We buy pretty dresses, go get our hair done, pick out sexy heels, then form these big groups so we can all ride together. When we get to the gym, we usually dance to the fast numbers with guys who treat us like little sisters, while laughing our asses off. When the slow ones start, we sit around at tables watching the cheerleaders and hyper-sexual band kids do dance-floor foreplay with their boyfriends. Eventually, we all go have sleepovers at somebody's house. It's always fun, but the not-getting-asked part sucks. So when Sam held out his hand and told me I was beautiful I got these serious first-time jitters. Yeah, I put on my Diva drawers and laid my hand in his, but I was still nervous as hell walking with him to the dance floor.
Obviously, I'm Black, so of course I knew how to do a simple two-step…and hell, if Finn could slow-dance all night and not kill somebody, I knew it couldn't be that hard. So I wasn't worried about the dance moves, per se. But where would I put my hands? Would we dance old-people style, like my Mama and Daddy do in the kitchen; with me holding his left hand in my right one while we swayed side to side? Or would I rest my head in the crook of his neck (okay, lets be real…on his chest) and put my arms behind his head? If I did that, where would his hands go…around my waist? Would he feel the Spanks and control-top pantyhose I had on to create the hourglass I had working tonight? Or rolls, would he feel any fat rolls along my side? And what if my hands were sweaty? Would that gross Sam out? God, I was tripping.
By the time Sam and I made our way to the edge of the dance floor I was so scared I trembled, and squeezed his hands involuntarily. I guess it was my nerves. Sam looked a little worried too.
"Um, Mercedes…" he started.
"Yeah, Sam…" I answered as we turned to face each other.
"I don't know if you've ever noticed this about me before, but I'm not actually a very good dancer. So I want to apologize in advance if I step on your toes." Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. My hands rested on his forearms and I giggled, because he'd shot all my fear down so fast.
"Don't worry, Evans…I got your back." I promised him. He smiled and we swayed back and forth for a minute. Then something occurred to me.
"Sam; I want to thank you for this…for asking me to dance and saying what you did." I rolled my eyes at my nosy-ass rival. "I'm not sure why Rachel told you about my Cinderella moment, but I'm really glad I got it. And you kinda rock for giving it to me."
Sam just smiled wickedly and bent down to say, "You know, now that you mention it; Rachel kept going on and on about Cinderella when you went into the bathroom at Breadstixx, but I've gotten really, really good at tuning her out." We laughed. "I'm sure she had a whole script outlined for me, but I was too busy going over the lyrics to 'Friday' in my head to pay attention. I said what I said because it's true."
I pondered his words for a minute. If I hadn't known what kind of girl Sam liked, I might have thought he was flirting with me. But I did know; so I didn't get excited or anything. Didn't stop me from flirting back though. "You're one to talk about somebody being beautiful, Evans…with your rude ass." Again, we laughed.
Then Sam did this totally boss move and twirled me around like a ballerina before pulling me back into his arms. "You know, Mercedes…you and I never really talked before. But you're cool, and fun. So why don't we ever hang out?"
That's when I laid a little bit of a truth bomb on Blondie. "Well, you're kind of a 'girlfriend guy,' when you're in a relationship, Sam. Your love life tends to swallow you up whole, if you know what I mean." He nodded like he agreed with me so I also added, "Plus, you tend to go for girls who wouldn't be too happy with you just chilling out with me after school."
Sam thought about it before replying with, "True; but I'm not dating any scary, bossy, jealous girls right now. So you might wanna get ready for me to start text-bombing you, Jones."
"Bring it on, Evans." I joked.
Then I swore I could feel his arms tighten around me, so I raised my arms and placed my hands behind his neck. Sam sort of bent his head and I felt his breath on the side of my cheek. He smelled really nice, like some sort of really manly -but not Axe flavored- soap layered under a very sexy cologne. Right before the song ended, he whispered "Don't worry, Mercedes…I plan to."
Sam POV:
Man, I had a good time at the Prom tonight. I wasn't expecting to; hell, I wasn't even actually expecting to go. But I'm so glad I did. I totally should remember this the next time I try to exclude myself from things just because my family's having money problems. It was really fun to arrive with two girls on my arms, and singing with Puck and Artie was a blast. Plus, not having to embarrass myself by swaying off-beat to the music while all my friends got their mack on was cool, too. I mostly just hung out with Artie and watched all our female friends dance together. Santana's a really fluid dancer, does all these little shimmys and pops when she's getting down with the girls. And Quinn's really athletic; so, she kind of hops and skips around really rhythmically when she gets into the music. Tina and Britt do all the twirls and flouncy movements you'd expect out of a ditzy blonde and an emo-punk Asian girl. And Mercedes is really into sexy moves, body rolls and hip sways. They looked like they were having a great time.
It never actually occurred to me to ask any of them to dance with me, since I dance how I look like I dance; but Rachel shot me this knowing look right before she took to the stage to do her song. Then she -really aggressively- shot a look at Mercedes walking to her seat, and then turned her nosy eyes back to me. I didn't realize until halfway through her song that Rachel was hinting for me to ask Mercedes to dance. I didn't realize it because I was too busy looking at Miz Jones. Mercedes, even though it probably never registered until that exact moment, is really cute. No, cute sounds like she's a puppy or a baby. She's pretty…but actually, she kinda passes pretty, too. If I had to pick a description for how Mercedes looked tonight, I'd have to go with sexy. She looked really sexy…Her dress was gorgeous on her, her face was really happy as she moved to the music, and her smile was kinda flirtatious all night long. So yeah, Mercedes Jones looked sexy on Prom night. I thought about this for a minute, then decided that my sexy date wasn't gonna sit around at tables anymore if I had anything to do with it. So I asked her to dance with me. Dancing to Jar of Hearts fucking rocked. I let Mercedes know I was worried, and she made sure I was comfortable…which ain't easy to do, since she's so good and I really suck. She made me laugh, like over and over again. Then she flirted with me. Usually, girls only flirt with me when I'm wearing a football uniform or a letterman jacket. Or Justin Bieber's wardrobe. So the flirting felt nice, and I flirted back with her.
After Rachel quit wailing, we stayed on the dance floor to dance to Blaine's song. Mercedes could have really made me feel like shit right about then, since she knew I was bad at dancing and I knew she was good at it…but my date just leveled the playing field by dancing badly with me. Every horrible dance move brought out? Mercedes made it her own and threw it back at me. It sort of let me know how sweet she was, which…again, I never knew about her before. And she and I laughed like hyenas for the whole song. I also realized that Mercedes smelled really nice, like she used apples and pears for perfume. Every time one of her dance moves made her body touch mine, I had to stop myself from going all creeper-style and sniffing her like a dog. So there I was at the Prom I didn't expect to be able to attend, I had a date who was really sexy and flirtatious, and I'd just found out she was really nice too. I was kind of hoping Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance would last the rest of the night…
While we were dancing, all the Finchel and Kurt-Queen drama happened and I got really, like super sore. I was having the best night of my whole sophomore year and everybody at the dance was acting like assholes. Like, I really, REALLY wanted to just get the hell out of the gym and hang out with Mercedes. It kind of shocked me at the time, since I'd never actually thought about her that way before, at least not consciously... Maybe I'd had a few dreams, though. Instead of dwelling on it, I put it out of my mind when I noticed Rachel was back from wherever she ran off to after the fight. I just danced with her while Santana and Mercedes sang, and then we took prom pictures. The girls went half on this super huge portrait package so they could give away pictures to everybody they ever met in memory of their first prom; and even though I couldn't have cared less about having photos I agreed to stand there and say cheese. I just basically stood around while the photographer put us thorough four separate poses. There was a serious shot, where I clasped my hands in front of me while the girls each put a hand on my chest and smiled for the camera prettily. Then we took a picture where I was posed facing just Rachel, holding one of her hands in front of us. In the third pose, I stood behind Mercedes with my arm wrapped around her waist and her hand over mine. The fourth one was just silly, because the girls both pretended to kiss my cheek for the camera. Afterward, Rachel left Prom to go chase after somebody…Finn or Jesse, I never found out which one. And Mercedes and I hung out in the gym with a few stragglers; basically all the New Directions who wanted to support the Glee members who hadn't perform yet, and the students who had to go home as soon as the dance ended. Mercedes and I danced while Tina and Quinn started singing.
He was working through college, on my grandpa's farm…
I knew this song, it's one of my favorites; really sweet, and I never knew Tina could sound so twangy.
I was thirsting for knowledge, and he had a car…
Mercedes and I kind of let the music wash over us as we swayed together, not speaking at first.
Yeah, I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child,
One restless summer we found love growing wild…
There weren't many people there to overhear our conversation, but when we started talking our words were kind of whispered, intimate.
On the banks of the river, on a well beaten path, It's funny how those memories they last.
"This is pretty," Mercedes smiled kind of bashfully, and I sort of thought I saw her cheeks flush. "Who sings it?"
"Deana Carter, a country singer from Nashville," I answered her as I tightened my grip on her waist. I couldn't seem to get close enough to her for some reason tonight.
Of Strawberry Wine, and seventeen. The hot July moon, saw everything,
My first taste of love, oh, bittersweet. The green on the vine, like strawberry wine…
"If it's a country song, then there's a story there…" Mercedes murmured. "Will you tell me what it's about?"
"You could just listen," I said softly. I guess I didn't want to ruin the moment with words. Words got me in trouble when it came to girls.
I still remember, when thirty was old,
My biggest fear was September, When he had to go…
"I'd rather hear you tell me," I heard her say as she peered at me through her eyelashes.
"Well…" I relented and smiled, because that was probably the nicest thing any girl had said to me all school year. "…it's about a teenage girl who spends her summers with her grandparents in the country. A lot of people in the South do that, actually…"
A few cards and letters and one long distance call,
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall…
Oh, yeah?" She grinned at me, I guess she found what I was saying interesting.
"Yeah, that's why Southerners are so close to their cousins. Anyway, she visits their farm and her grandpa's hired a guy to work for him that summer. Making money for college. The girl meets him and they like each other."
But year after year I come back to this place. Just to remember the taste…
Mercedes rested her head on my chest and I felt her hands play with the hairs on the back of my neck, and even though it caused a slight hitch in my breath, I went on. "So they spend time together, they get closer and closer. Driving around in his car and walking in the woods, drinking homemade wine…the guy was her first, like, everything."
Of strawberry wine, and seventeen. The hot July moon, saw every thing,
My first taste of love, oh bitter sweet. The green on the vine, like strawberry wine…
I blushed as I tried to say without saying we were talking about a girl singing about losing her virginity.
"I suppose the whole point of Strawberry Wine is, like, just celebrating being a teenager, and living in the moment. The girl knew the dude wasn't gonna be around when the fall came, but she risked her heart anyway. They lost touch but the guy always had a special place in her heart."
The fields have grown over now, years since they've seen the plow,
There's nothing time hasn't touched…
Mercedes raised her head from my chest to look into my eyes and I really wanted the feeling of her back against my chest, so used my hands to gently press the back of her head until she laid it back against me. "I don't know, I guess it's a song about a summer fling…" I continued. "…but I think its more than that, too. See, she learned a lot about love from the guy. So even after she grew up, and her grandparents quit farming, the girl would visit the place and drink strawberry wine…trying to recapture that summer."
Was it really him or the loss of my innocence, I've been missing so much?
Yeah…
I was kind of scared my babbling would make her roll her eyes at me or something so I paused. Then Mercedes nodded against my chest, so I finished with "She never really figured out if it was the guy she missed, or the feeling of being that close to her first love."
This time when Mercedes raised her head, I didn't try to change her mind. I just brushed a stray lock of hair that had escaped her ponytail from her face. She smiled and breathed, "Wow, that's beautiful." I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't blurt out what else was beautiful. "I hope I have a summer love like that, some day."
Like Strawberry Wine, and seventeen. The hot July moon, saw everything,
My first taste of love, oh bitter sweet. The green on the vine, like strawberry wine…
I thought about it and decided I felt the same way. "Yeah, me too."
Mercedes seemed puzzled when she asked, "You've never…"
Like Strawberry Wine…
I saw where she was going with this, so I cut her off. "Quinn was my first girlfriend, ever." Then I lowered my forehead so I could touch hers to mine. "So, I guess I'll be waiting…"
Mercedes leaned back a little bit, reached up, and sort of brushed my bangs out of my own eyes. "Maybe not for long though…" she told me. I grinned before pulling her close again.
Mercedes POV:
When Sam and I left the gym right before 11 pm, we decided without speaking to spend some time together before going our separate ways. Sam's parents weren't expecting him home, since he'd planned to go home with Mike when the dance was over. And I'd been given permission to sleep over with Kurt. We didn't have a curfew, so as long as I made it to his house before the sun came up, I knew Ms. Carol and Papa Burt would be cool. It completely rocks to be a girl whose best friend is a guy…their parents are always more chill. I knew Kurt planned to go over to Rachel's with his date and let Blaine "console" him for wining prom Queen, so eventually we would coordinate and both go to his house like we'd never separated. Anyway, Sam and I drove around in complete silence. But the silence itself wasn't a nervous one. I kind of felt like he was thinking something over pretty hard, and to be honest, so was I.
As we made our way over to the park near Lima Elementary, I pondered over the things that had happened right before we left McKinley. Dancing with Sam was fun, but it was super intense, too. Not uncomfortably so, it's just that I experienced this overload of sensations I wasn't at all prepared for. I could still feel his heartbeat against his suit coat while he pressed against me, and smell the gum he chewed before asking me to dance. I saw his lips moving, really close to my face while talking about the song, and I remembered a sharp pang of seriously wanting to kiss them. I guess I'd been overwhelmed from the moment Tina and Quinn started singing, so by the time he pressed me back into his chest and brushed my hair away from my face, it was hard to concentrate on anything other than how happy I was. I felt joyful; actual joy radiated though my body, and I felt really close to Sam. The only problem was I didn't really know why.
Maybe the lyrics of that country song affected me because of the way Quinn sang her part. Even though I didn't listen to the lyrics, I'd recognized the clear, breathy tone she always used to sing her belly to sleep back when she was pregnant and we were sisters. Or maybe my feelings were a result of hearing Sam speak so intently about the words to a song he obviously loved. Whatever the reason, I wanted more than anything to feel like the girl my friends were on stage singing about. But I also wondered how Sam felt.
When we got to the swings I sat down in one, while Sam stood behind me and pushed me gently.
"Sam?" I started.
"Mercedes?"
"How do you think the guy in the song felt?"
"The college guy? In the Deana Carter song?"
"Yeah; I mean, I get how the girl felt. You described it so well…" I turned and smiled at him. He grinned back at me. "But the boy, how was he affected by the summer romance?"
Sam thought about it for a minute. "Well, the song says they exchanged cards and letters; and that they had one long distance phone call after the summer ended. But they drifted apart."
"Yeah?" It kind of disappointed me, I'm not sure why.
"Yeah…I guess real life must have kicked in for him. I mean, he was a young adult. Starting his life." Sam answered me. "But I don't think its too big of a stretch to assume she made his life better in some way. You don't write and send letters to somebody you could never love. Her being there definitely made his summer great, you know. And then when you consider…"
He colored up, and kind of hesitated; so I asked him, "What?"
"Well, Mercy…" Sam had never called me by any nickname before , but the sound of my shortened name on his lips made me vibrate with happiness. "…the girl gave him her virginity. That's, like the most sacred thing a woman can trust a guy with, especially a young one. There's no way he wasn't honored…and flattered."
I heard the sincerity in Sam's voice, and thought about his words for a while. The feeling I'd been having-wanting to know how the girl singing the song felt- came rushing back to me.
"Sam, you're really a great guy…and what you said was lovely."
"Just telling the truth, Mercy."
Sam pushed me in silence for a few minutes longer, as I came to the easiest decision I've ever made. I stopped him mid-push, and stood up facing Sam Evans.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, Mercedes?"
"Do you know of a place we can go together, like private?"
"Private?"
I walked between the swings and grabbed both of his hands in mine. I smiled, kind of shyly and he grinned while pulling me closer.
"Yes, private. I want to be alone with you tonight."
Sam gave me this really happy look, a look I've never seen on the face of a boy I liked. "You want to have privacy with me?"
"I do…" I started. "Look, Sam…I know we didn't agree to come to Prom together with the intention of us dating or being a couple or anything. And honestly? This isn't about that. But the time I've spent with you tonight has made me happier than I've been in awhile. I don't want it to end. So I want to spend the night with you, keep feeling like the girl in the song."
"You mean…"
"I'd like for you to be my first, Sam Evans." I interrupted him. Then I kissed him.
Sam POV:
Oh, my God. Oh. My. God. OHMYGOD! This was only thought running through my brain on a loop when Mercedes Jones made her declaration (or proposal) and kissed me for the first time. I couldn't think about anything other than the fact that this great girl, with the beautiful face, and sexy giggle; wanted to share her body with a boy other girls only liked to dog out. With me… the thought was mind-blowing. After the initial shock, I concentrated on the kiss, and it was the sweetest kiss I'd ever shared with anyone. I moved my lips against Mercedes', and sort of started to see where she was coming from. What had been happening between us all night long was awesome, and spectacular. She'd made me feel things that night I'd forgotten I'd wanted to feel. If Mercedes was having even half the emotions I'd been coping with on the drive here, then they were definitely overwhelming her the same way. It was like, the entire time she and I had strolled together to the park swings, not speaking or touching, I'd been battling with myself…mostly remembering. I'd remembered how I tried to force love into my relationship with Quinn, only to end up hurt. I remembered how I'd tried to force fun into my relationship with Santana, and again I'd ended up hurt. Now I was wanting to delve deeper into the attraction I felt for Mercedes…and for once, it didn't feel forced. But I had nothing to give her. The kiss told me all she wanted was me.
When we pulled apart, I told her "I understand."
Mercedes smiled, like I'd just offered her a gift instead of the other way around, asking "So you'll take me somewhere?"
"I'd be honored to take you somewhere." I answered, right before I kissed her again.
After we pulled apart a second time I led Mercedes back to her car, and took her keys to drive us to the motel where my family lived. I wasn't taking her to our room, though. The American Family Motel was a place where all types of transients lived. There were all kinds of people here calling this place home; families down on their luck, people whose less than legal occupations made them police targets and credit risks, and folks passing through Lima while they figured out their next move. One of my long-term neighbors, an entrepreneur type who paid month-to-month for a block of rooms across the parking lot from my family, had recently seen me trying to catch an uninterrupted nap in the cab of my truck. The guy was definitely a pimp, and possibly a drug dealer too; but he had an undisputed heart of gold. After he cursed me out and asked me why I was stupid enough to try and sleep outside in such a horrible place, I snapped and told him I was an overworked teen boy with zero privacy, running on a sleep deficit. He took pity on me and gave me the passkey to one of his "overflow" rooms. I guess, if his "girls" took in more business than usual, prospective Johns were sent there to wait for a stand-in. It was usually empty, and I'd slept there once or twice. The maids always left plenty of extra linens in the closet and the room was way cleaner than the one my family shared, because there was never any cooking done or clothes strewn around the floor. I decided it would be an okay place to take Mercedes for the privacy she wanted.
The drive there took about ten minutes, and when we arrived I opened her car door and reached out to take her overnight bag from her. When I opened the motel room door to let her in, Mercedes immediately asked if she could use the restroom first. I agreed and kissed her before she strolled over and closed the door behind her. Then I got to work. I changed the sheets on the bed, silently thanking the maids for being so solicitous to the pimp and his hoes. Then I rummaged through the drawers to see if maybe they'd left anything there that would help me make this evening beautiful for Mercedes. In the top drawer of the dresser, I found condoms of every size, Astroglide, rubber gloves, massage oils, dirty magazines, handcuffs, anal plugs, scented candles, a paddle, a variety of sex toys, and a bunch of things I could only guess what they were. First, I made sure to move all of the porn store stuff into the kitchen cabinet; just in case Mercy was the kind of girl who snooped around (because I didn't want her to think I was some kind of pervert who regularly brought girls here to have sex). I also lit the candles so I could arrange them around the room. Then I turned off the lights, it would look more romantic. After that I had a seat on the edge of the bed to think.
I wasn't scared, at that point. I was happy that Mercedes wanted me to be such an important part of her life, and I was totally looking forward to making it memorable for her. But I was worried that my own inexperience would effect things negatively. So I tried to think logically about what I could do to make things go smooth…before anything happened. All of the "supplies" left there answered a lot of my questions. I'd made sure to leave the lube and condoms in the drawer, since I knew I'd be really likely to need both. And if Mercy seemed at all nervous I could probably use what I'd learned in physical therapy about therapeutic massage to relax her using the oils. But I was no dummy, I knew a girl's first time could be painful, and I didn't want her to feel any. So I knocked on the door to the bathroom and asked Mercedes if I could borrow her Smartphone. She probably assumed I was calling Mike and telling him to be my alibi or maybe my parents, because she just kissed me again and handed it over. Since she hadn't removed any clothing yet, I assumed she would be awhile. After she closed the door again, I heard the bathtub running, so I quickly figured out how to open up her Droid's web browser and typed in "How to have a great first time." It was cheesy and dorky and corny, but after reading three articles I was sure I'd make this a night for Mercy to remember.
Mercedes POV:
Oh, my damn. Oh, my actual damn. Did I just proposition Sam Evans? I did, I actually and factually just offered myself to Sam fracking Evans. I honestly approached a hunky, football-playing, blonde cheerleader magnet and asked him to take a couple of geeks to Prom. Then I spent the last half of the dance flirting with him shamelessly. After that was done, I drove him to a park and asked him to share his innermost thoughts about summer love. If all of that wasn't enough Ain'tShit behavior, I wrapped it all up by begging him to fuck me silly! I swear this was some kind of Sex in the City shit. And it wasn't even like classy, demure, Charlotte from Sex in the City type of behavior. I was acting like Samantha! But I don't regret it. I wont regret it. I want this to happen….I almost NEED it to. So it's gonna happen.
I spent the first twenty minutes in the motel bathroom looking at myself in the mirror wondering where I got the balls to do the things I did this evening. Then Sam asked me if he could borrow my phone and I figured I was wasting too much time. So I ran a bath. God, I'm so happy Kurt insists on me bringing half my house with me when I sleep over. I brought my entire bath scent set from Victoria's Secret, my whole skin care routine, a Kaboodles holding all of my makeup, and actual lingerie, because my bestie doesn't allow footie pajamas in his bed since he started dating Blaine. While I soaked, I thought about what I hoped would happen tonight. I figured out from his "never had a girlfriend before" statement that he was probably a virgin too. Unless Santana was sleeping with Sam and Britt at the same time (which was unlikely, since she really does love Britt) then we'll be learning things together. I liked the idea. I figured I would finish my bath, reapply my makeup and body spray with a lighter touch, put on the teddy I'd brought and let down my hair. Then I could go and enjoy myself.
All of that took about thirty more minutes, and I stood in the mirror once again to look myself over. I'd limited my makeup to lip gloss in a dark berry color, because I didn't think the room's owners would appreciate my MAC pressed powder ground into the fibers of the pillowcases. I'd let my weave down, happy that all of the curls I'd created for my Prom 'do were holding up. I wore shortie nightgown, strapless like my dress with a built in bra to make the girls stand up proudly. I decided to start as I meant to go on, by leaving off the matching panties. I sprayed myself with the same scent as the one I'd just bathed and lotioned in, Champagne and Strawberries. Then I opened the door to see if Sam wanted to use the restroom too. When I stepped back into the bedroom, I immediately noticed the way Sam had tried to create the perfect room so I'd have a special, perfect first time. He'd lit candles, and remade the bed with fresh sheets. He'd dimmed the lights and turned my phone's music player on so that soft music played from the bedside table; I was really moved. I forgot about putting on my game face right then, and just crossed over to wrap my arms around his waist and kiss him again. Sam returned it.
"Well, somebody's been busy…" I teased.
Sam gave me a look that told me how much he liked what I'd changed into, and told me "So have you. Do you mind if I…" He gestured toward the bathroom, and I giggled.
"I'm finished. Sorry I took so long."
"Worth the wait…be right back."
After Sam closed the bathroom door and turned the shower on, I decided to do a little bit of snooping. I figured he'd been getting the room ready, but I wasn't prepared for the little scene he'd set up for me. So I looked in the nightstand drawer and was pleased to see he'd already done some supply assembly. Then I crossed over to the refrigerator and noticed that whoever stayed there left chocolate syrup, whipped topping in a spray can, and cream cheese cake frosting. Not really wanting to know why those were the only foodstuffs in the place, I shut the door. Opening the freezer, I saw only a huge bottle of vodka and a lot of ice. I started to go into the cabinets, when I heard Sam open the restroom door, so I ran out of the kitchen so he wouldn't know how nosy I was.
I came around the door jamb and met Sam at the foot of the bed. He was wearing a wife beater…muscles all on display, with a pair of blue boxers. We kissed, and allowed myself to run my hands over his chest and forearms. Sam's hands didn't move much, they pretty much rested on my backside the whole time, but I felt his lips smile against mine whenever he squeezed me and I moaned. After a few pecks he gestured over towards the bed and I climbed on and moved toward the headboard. I lay my side and beckoned Sam over to me. After he was settled and pressed against my body, we kissed more, while I slipped my hands underneath his shirt. I wanted to feel him and see him, make the experience one for all of my senses. Sam must have sensed this, because he broke the kiss and pulled it off. His flushed cheeks and red ears told me how turned on he was getting, and to be honest, I was right there with him. I may have wanted to do this for emotional reasons as opposed to actual horniness...but believe me, my body had caught up with my mind on the sex-with-Sam front.
Up until this day, I'd never done more with a boy than kiss…I mean, I love kissing, it's sensual and romantic and satisfying, but I'd never delved any deeper into rounding the sexual bases. I was totally ready to slide home, but I wanted all of the other stuff to happen too. I didn't have to worry about that for too long, because as soon as this particular kiss started, Sam's hands decided to roam. He caressed my arms and shoulders, cupped my breasts, and circled my waist go underneath my teddy and touch my waist. He was obviously waiting until the right time to remove my lingerie, so we spent some time getting used to simply touching each other. It really felt right.
As Sam nibbled my neck I managed to work up the nerve to tell him something I'd decided. "Sam, I really appreciate you going through the trouble of making sure we had condoms…but I've been on the Depo Shot since Quinn lived in my house. My mom takes me herself every twelve weeks to get them, and I've never missed a single one. I've never had sex before, and I want my first time to be without a condom." I kind of said it in a rush, not sure how he'd take my request.
"Okay, Cedes…I know you're safe. And I've never…"
"Good," I replied. Then we started kissing again. Sam worked his way down my neck, over my collarbone, and across my breasts before latching onto one of my nipples. It really felt amazing. His lips were so soft, and I didn't have anything to compare it to, but the suction was perfect. I closed my eyes and saw colors behind them that I'm sure weren't real. Then I felt Sam's hands push the hem of my nightie up over my hips.
"Cedes, can I take this off?" Again, that was the first time he'd ever called me that and it felt really good to hear.
"Please," I breathed. So we removed each other's remaining clothing and slid under the covers naked.
Sam POV:
By the time Mercy came out of the bathroom I'd made sure to read and re-read those three articles I'd found enough times to start feeling a little cocky. I mean, she was a virgin…how was she supposed to know I had no clue what I was doing? As long as I could fake a little swagger it ought to be enough, right? Then she came out in this short nightgown and I knew how wrong I was. I couldn't fake swagger when it was pretty obvious this girl was planning to ruin me with all her sexy. The teddy thing she'd put on was cut the same way in front as her Prom gown, and Miz Jones had really nice tits. Mercedes had let her hair down and I could smell something sweet and fruity all the way from where I sat on the bed. So I kissed her, stammered a little bit and pretended I needed to use the restroom. While I was in there I showered, went a little Creeper!Sam sniffing her body spray and lotion so I'd know the name of it, and tried to psych myself up. Then I went back into the bedroom. By the time me and Mercedes were naked under the covers, I had gotten out of my head a little bit and was able to enjoy myself. I'd already decided that since this was the first time for either of us, I wouldn't cheat us both by trying to rush to the end. I mean, somebody named the sexual bases for a reason…I sure as hell wasn't gonna skip any of 'em. In fact, I figured that if I could please Mercy enough to make her come at every stage of the game…then she might actually forgive me for the land-speed ejaculation record I was sure to set when I finally slid home.
I sure hope Mercedes likes a clingy dude…Cause she's got one, now. I mean, I always knew I was a cuddle monster, and I tend to be really kissy-faced and PDA-heavy with the girls I date, anyway. I guess you can blame the same-sex educational environment. I was deprived of females for so long I'm making up for lost time. But Mercedes Jones naked tonight was the best fucking thing I'd ever seen or felt in my whole entire life. I mean, I could see why she'd think I'm not attracted to girls who aren't Cheerios, since I got sucked into the whole popularity shit storm earlier this year. And the others weren't anything like 'Cedes, physically. But that was definitely their oversight, not hers. She's fucking beautiful. From her pretty face all the way down to her tiny little toes. I was pretty determined to touch every single part of her body for as long as she would let me, so I was praying my ass off that Mercedes could stay with me for the rest of the evening. I positioned myself halfway on top of her for the first time.
I kissed her lips, her face, her neck, her collarbone; wrapping my arms around her waist. I literally tried my level best to engulf Mercedes' whole body with my own. I wanted her to feel encased in a Sam-shaped body pillow. And she was welcome to sleep on me all night long…While we kissed I made sure to caress every inch of Mercedes' skin; well, the innocent parts, at least. Soft shoulders, arms, stomach…I ran my hands over all of it repeatedly. Her hands were having a great time too. She spent a long time running them across my chest; back and forth, back and forth. Made me so very happy that I spent so much time in the gym, since she obviously liked what she as feeling. Mercedes licked and sucked and blew against a really sensitive spot on my neck, and I rolled my eyes into the back of my head more than once. By the time I'd left a love bite on the side of her breast, my dick was fully hard and she finally realized it was rubbing against her thigh. I felt Mercedes hands run along my stomach muscles and down to where I rested against her leg. She kind of stroked along my pubic hairs before gently caressing the underside of my dick. Her hand was really soft and she made no attempt to jerk me off; it was almost like she wanted to meet my cock properly before it became a part of her. I liked the thought of that.
Since Mercedes was busy getting acquainted with me, I decided to do the same for her. I took her hand away from my groin, kissing it before laying it by her side. Then I kissed my way back to her tits so I finish what I'd started before. When I met her nipple with my tongue I also used my hand to open the lips of her pussy and see if she was wet for me. She was. Like, really wet…so wet that I was sure the Astroglide I'd found was gonna be unnecessary. I stroked my way from slit to clit several times to see what kind of touch Mercedes preferred. Then I took a gamble and pinched her clit gently. She pretty much just cursed and moaned at the same time. I still had a mouthful of nipple, so I licked and flicked at it while twirling her clit between my fingers. I made it my business to dip a finger inside of Mercy because I wanted to feel all of her, but then I went back to concentrate on the little bundle of nerves that had her shivering and shaking. I experimented a lot; adding and taking away pressure to see what Mercy liked best, switching between circular and swiping movements, and alternating between using one finger on her clit versus two. By the time I'd determined what exactly it would take to make 'Cedes come all over my hand, she was begging for me to finish her off. So I bit down on her nipple gently, and used everything she'd just taught me about her body to make her scream my name. Shit, I really loved making Mercedes scream my name.
Mercedes POV:
I know me having relations with Sam tonight was supposed to be about making me feel loved and cherished for an evening with a boy I was starting to really like. But who's to say you can't feel loved and cherished while having your first social orgasm? I've never had one with another person in the room, and I gotta say, it was the most WOW experience of my life. And I didn't get any "I'm such a stud, I can make you come in my sleep" vibes from Sam. Instead, I got the feeling he was learning my body the same way he learned to play the guitar. Like he wanted to become an expert at strumming me, because he loved the feeling of mastering something new. The way Sam smiled as I came let me know he enjoyed hearing the sounds coming from his new instrument, as well. So I felt like he got almost as much satisfaction from getting me off as I did. I wanted to return the favor; make him as happy as he'd just made me…hell, I was practically glowing, and didn't want to be selfish. So after Sam used his fingers to coax me through the last of my spasms, I closed his hand between my thighs and kissed him hard. When I let the boy come up for air I got up on my knees and let him remove his hands. He lay back on the pillow and proceeded to lick the traces of my come off his fingers while I watched. It made me hungry for my own taste of him, so I straddled Sam's waist and stroked his thighs. Sam looked up from what he was doing to realize I'd just bent over to kiss his belly button. I loved the feel of his skin on my lips, so I kissed my way over to his happy trail. Then I followed it. I licked, kissed, and sucked my way to the first dick I'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. I think it was happy to meet me too.
The head of Sam's manhood was already sticky, had started leaking against my thigh the moment he found my clit with his fingers. I kissed the tip before running my tongue in a circle around and around the slit. I made sure to clean him completely up, and Sam thanked me by slapping the bed beside himself in pleasure. A naughty thought crossed my mind, and I just couldn't resist. I gave the tip of Sam's dick a smooch, then crawled my way up to his lips. I got as close to them as I could without actually kissing him, and asked "How did I taste?"
Sam smirked and told me to "Come see for yourself…" so I clutched at the side of his face and kissed essence of myself from his lips while he did the same to mine. I left him breathless, then gave him one more quickly planted peck. After that I went back to finish what I started. His cock was really lovely; at least nine inches long and a little bit thicker than my wrist. I didn't let myself get worried about where it all would fit, I just fixed my mouth around the tip of him and let the remainder of my lip gloss form a ring around the head. I sucked for a minute, then decided to stroke him with my whole mouth. I covered my teeth with my lips and lowered my mouth; sucking as I backed off. It was pretty clear that Sam really liked everything I'd been doing to him, but I wanted to make sure he was as satisfied as I was by the time daylight broke. So I whispered, "Tell me what you like?"
Sam let out a deep breath and his arms (involuntarily, I think) stretched over his head as his eyes rolled back into his head. "Licks, I liked it when you licked me…"
I nodded and kind of smirked at myself for hitting on exactly what he enjoyed the first time I touched him. I went back to circling the tip of his dick with my tongue. Then I held his shaft in place while I licked him all over. I made sure to suck and blow the underside of his dick, since it made his legs shake and convulse. Then I even pretended his balls were a quickly melting ice cream cone. Sam back was arching off of the bed and his breathing was labored, and I decided I'd be naughty again and ask another question, while my mouth was still pressed against him. "Do you want me to suck it again?"
By this time I felt his hands reach out and finger a strand of my hair, and in a raspy, sexy voice I didn't realize Sam possessed; he said, "Please?"
So I started to suck him again. I made sure to play with his balls and jerk his dick with my hands, while using my mouth. I slurped and hummed, and made noises like Sammy-Pops were my new favorite frozen treat. But I wasn't able to get Sam over the edge until I stuck my tongue out mid-stroke and licked the underside of his shaft. Then he exploded. I rode his orgasm out, then swallowed. By this time Sam had sat up to lean against his elbows and seemed really apologetic about letting himself climax in my mouth. But I just smiled, crawled up into his lap…and pulled him into a really deep kiss.
Sam POV:
As awesome as it felt to have Mercedes' plump lips form a ring around my dick, and as mind-blowing as it was for her to actually allow me to come inside her pretty mouth…it felt even better when she straddled my lap and kissed me afterward. I straightened up all the way, loving the feeling of having such a beautiful and sexy person bundled up in my arms. I stroked her back, her hips, her ass…her whole body was there for the purpose of letting me enjoy it, and I wanted to play with her forever. I tasted myself on her tongue and palmed her breasts, stroked her thighs and tried my best to swallow her tongue. Mercedes didn't realize it, but she'd played right into my plans for the evening. The articles all said that desensitizing was key for me, since it was my first sexual encounter. And she's already made sure I lasted longer later on by allowing me to come once. I would need a minute to recharge, but I could play with her again in the meantime, which I'd planned on anyway. Before I had actual sex with Mercedes, I wanted her relaxed and kind of swoopy. I figured the best way in my arsenal of tricks to make her feel swoopy would be giving her orgasm after orgasm. I was fully planning to make her come so many times before taking her virginity that she barely felt me inside of her. And I was gonna enjoy every minute of it.
When she moved her lips to leave a few bites onto the crook of my neck I took the opportunity to ask, "Is it my turn now, darlin? Sammy wants his taste, too."
Mercedes groaned, and I'm not actually sure if it was reaction to the way I'd started licking her collarbone, or if she'd just realized I wanted to do the same thing between her legs. "Sam, you don't have to…"
I flipped her over; the better to make her quit talking and start squealing. "I know I don't have to, Cedes…I want to. So open sesame, baby. Sammy's hungry."
Mercy giggled, like I knew she would; but she also let me open her legs and get settled between her thighs. Now, the article I'd read on her phone that mentioned desensitizing me, had also included a few paragraphs on getting her used to my size by stretching her with my fingers. Even had a whole section on ways to get rid of her hymen before entering her. I wasn't gonna even attempt that last part…if my plan worked, Mercedes was gonna be so relaxed when I broke through that she wouldn't even think about it until after the fact. But the fingers? I could do that. So when I took my first licks across 'Cedes thighs and over her entrance I made sure to wet her with my tongue while she wet my tongue with her juices. It was really hard not to lap at her like a kid with a snow cone, but I made my self go slowly. I figured the circles she drew on the tip of my cock with her tongue were a hint for me to do it to her, so I licked around and around her clit for a long time, slow and softly. When her hips started to gyrate to the same rhythm my tongue was moving in, I slipped a finger inside her as gently as I humanly could. "Hmmmnn," Mercy exhaled. I smiled because that was a good sign my "get 'Cedes relaxed" plan was already working.
Then I started licking her clit in slow, sweeping up-and-down swipes, sliding my finger in and out of her entrance slowly. 'Cedes moaned and rolled her hips against my face. Then I added a second finger while wrapping my lips around her clit. You know that candy, where you take this white stick made of sugar and dip it into a pack of flavored sugar crystals and lick the flavored sugar off the sugar stick? That's what licking and sucking on Mercedes' clit was like. The tiny little bud of her clit was the stick, and her juices were the crystals. So you can probably understand why I couldn't help but to run my tongue across, under, and over her clit the whole time I sucked it into my mouth. Hell, 'Cedes is delicious. I wasn't ignoring her hole though, since I had a job to do. I entered her and withdrew, entered and withdrew with my index and middle finger slowly and rhythmically. Only when Mercy begged me "Please, harder?" did I let my fingers speed up and thrust slightly more forcefully. By the time I'd taken my lips from around her clit and started laying broad, long strokes with my whole tongue from one pussy lip to the other and back again, Mercedes was begging me for more fingers. So I kept licking, kept stroking, and kept sucking as I gave her exactly what she wanted. Mercedes hips, which had been moving to the rhythm of a song that only she could hear, but I knew she would sing for me eventually…humped wildly at my face when I started to scissor my fingers as I removed them from her pussy. I was as gentle as a person could possibly be while moving their fairly large digits in and out of the tightest pussy in the world, but I also wanted her to be ready when the time came for her to accept all of me. She seemed to love the friction, the penetration, and the strokes of my tongue, because I felt Mercedes' legs vibrate against my chest. I knew she was close, so I sucked her clit once more, and felt her walls tighten around my fingers while a stream of wetness trailed its way down my palm and over my wrist. She shivered, shook, and used the Lord's name in vain repeatedly. And that song she'd been dancing to while I let my mouth travel all over her pussy? She finally let me hear the words to it…it went like, "Shit, shit, shit, fuck, damn, shit, shit!" Most beautiful song I ever heard. I removed my fingers, which were hard to dislodge, despite how wet she was and used them to wipe her secretions from my chin. Then I lay back against my pillow and waited for Mercedes to do or say something else.
Mercedes POV:
I lay there in a damn near catatonic state, for several moments after having sex with Sam Evans' gorgeous face. I'm not sure what possessed me to get up and straddle him again, outside of the burst of sexy ass energy coursing through my veins…but I did. I kissed his beautiful mouth and tasted the tangy sweetness of me on his lips. I massaged his tongue with my own and remembered how he'd just used that same tongue to paint my pussy. The thought made me moan out loud. When the kiss ended Sam and I gazed into each other's eyes and smiled. Then he spoke.
"Mercedes, you know I totally respect you, right? Like, I think your reasons for wanting to be with me tonight are totally the most beautiful and sincere ones I've ever heard. And I admire you for making this decision."
Sam's gaze told me how honest his words were, so I just nodded and stroked his chest.
"And I know what you said about not expecting for this to turn into more than what it is…a great night shared with someone you feel close to. But I don't want to be, 'Sam, your prom date that you spent this great night with.' I want for you to be mine, like my girlfriend. You're about to give me your body, but I want the rest of you too."
I'd never heard words that sweet or sincere directed towards me in my whole life. They rang out with hope that I'd consider his offer, along a fair amount of unspent horny energy. I only had one answer for him.
Bending down to whisper the words into his ear as seductively as I knew how, I said "Then I'm your's, baby. I want you for mine, too."
"You got me." Then we kissed again. I played with his nipples with the tips of my fingers and ground my hips into his. "But we're not ready for me to make love to you yet, darlin. I'd bet anything that my girlfriend tastes way better than my prom date. Come ride my face, I wanna see."
I was down, but didn't want this thing to be all about me…I mean, I was taking his virginity, too. I had to make sure he was just as satisfied. So I did what he asked, but not before rearranging myself in 69 position. I hovered myself over his lips and bent my head to kiss the tip of his dick.
I got several long swipes along his shaft in, before I felt Sam's fingers part my nether lips. By the time he'd stuffed (that's right, stuffed) his tongue inside my entrance I'd gotten really into the tongue bath I was giving Sam's cock. I made sure to follow every ridge, furrow, valley, and peak with the tip of my tongue before finally opening wide and encasing his whole dick. It was funny, but the moment I sucked him in was the exact second Sam chose to use his thumb to manipulate my clit from side to side. So I sang out…or I would have if my mouth hadn't been full. Actually…I hummed. Sam was the recipient of my first unintentional Hummer. I suppose he liked it, since I felt the vibrations of his mouth against my hole and they seemed to be the result of a moan he was trying to hold back. This 69 business was on point for both of us, which I suppose is the whole idea. Every action of mine seemed to trigger a similar reaction in him-and we had an amazing rhythm for pleasing each other. Like, when I started licking and kissing his balls, Sam took his tongue from my hole and replaced them with his fingers. When I sucked one fully into my mouth, he started making a meal out of my very sensitive clit. And when I ran my lips over the tip of his cock, he French kissed my whole entire vulva, like totally attacked it with his whole mouth. It felt beautiful.
By the time Sam had begged me to stop, so that he wouldn't come and lose his erection, and gestured for me to lay back down on the bed; I figured we were ready for the main event. I was wrong. Sam just got me on my back so he could keep tonguing me down. I felt his fingers reach deep inside my walls and curve them upward while flicking his tongue across my clit. I shut my eyes and came really hard, like so hard I thought I'd peed on myself. I may actually have squirted. This climax was really intense and took a REALLY long time to end. By the time I opened my eyes and calmed down from the multitudes of spasms, I realized that Sam was fully sheathed inside me. I smiled into his grinning face as he bent down to kiss me softly.
Sam POV:
Okay, my plan? Worked out well. Like; really, really well. Not only did I make sure my girl (Yay, she's my girl) came a whopping THREE TIMES for me before I even got inside her…but I also got her to spray my whole chin with come. I made a girl -my girl- female ejaculate the first time I ever had sex! I got no one to brag to, but I so do want to brag right about now. While she was convulsing and cursing, I managed to climb on top of her without losing the grip I had on her clit between my two fingers. She lay there shaking uncontrollable and closed her eyes, so I figured there wouldn't be a better time for me to -for lack of a better word- swoop in on her. So I did. My lady's pussy was the tightest, wettest, hottest thing I'd ever felt in my life, and I had to stop myself from moving inside her once I was all the way in. Waiting for Mercedes to open her eyes, so she could see that the part she was probably most nervous about was already over, I grabbed her legs and settled them around my hips. Then she opened her beautiful brown eyes and I kissed her lips while she adjusted to my size.
The kiss didn't last very long, because I felt 'Cedes clench me with her walls and move her hips against me. I gave my girl a questioning look and she answered me before I could even give it voice "Please, move Sam. This feels amazing and I want you to move." So I started to move in and out; making shallow, slow thrusts. I pinched her nipples, licked her neck, wrapped my arms around her waist, and stroked her soft skin all over; just in case she was feeling any pain, I guess I wanted to distract her. I also wanted to last longer than the forty more seconds I figured I had before blowing my load. So maybe I was distracting myself too. My lady cooed, whined, whimpered, purred, yipped, and moaned to let me know she loved the way I felt inside of her. She also tightened around me from time to time, and I think she was making it happen on purpose. I reached down and stroked her clit, just in case she had another climax somewhere inside her that I could coax out. That made her release another wave of wetness right on my cock. I knew I didn't have long, so I rubbed her clit a little harder. The thing that totally made me lose it was when 'Cedes whispered softly, "Come for me, Sammy" over and over again. I smelled her body spray and felt her breath wafting across my ear and heard the words, all at the same time; which made me lose the fucking plot. I came really hard and collapsed on top of her like a total and complete bitch. But if I was gonna be a bitch, then Mercedes Jones' bitch was the kind of bitch to be…so I was actually okay with it.
Mercedes POV:
I have no clue who in the hell started the rumor that Sam Evans was dumb. I mean, yeah…he's not the worlds best studier, and I'm pretty sure he's flunking Spanish; maybe History too. But any cat who can figure out a way to A) get a girl off so good she doesn't care she just lost her virginity, and B) break a girl's cherry without her feeling a thing…is a fucking damn genius. Yeah, my man is smart…in all the most important ways, ya hear me? After Sam collapsed across my body, with all of his body weight distributed over me deliciously; he eventually raised his face and kissed me long and slow. Then we both got up and took a much-needed shower together. When we returned to the bed, I shot off a text to Kurt, asking what time we should meet up before going to his house. He replied that we'd find one another around 3 am. It was a little before 1, so I set my alarm for Sam and I to catch a nap. Neither one of us could have handled any more orgasms if we'd wanted to, but we fell asleep naked in desperate need of cuddle time. It was the perfect end to a perfect evening. I knew we'd have to discuss some stuff eventually; about our relationship and getting to know one another a little bit better and how to keep it going strong with all the Glee drama. But the only thing going through my mind while I drifted off to sleep were the words of one Brittney S. Pierce: BEST PROM EVER!
The End.
A/N: My reasons for starting this story this way are very, very simple…I wanted to illustrate to really judgmental people how totally possible it is to feel connected to a person after one really intense night. I am grown, so I've done my share of dirt and definitely have my share of randoms to try and forget. But sometimes you meet someone whose presence in your life seems like a given, as soon as you meet them. One night stands, and college hookups, and blind dates where people end up naked? Sometimes lead to more. Case in point…my husband and I met in the club and banged the same night. That was 10 years ago. Still happy, still having fun together, still in love. So, to my oh so very helpful cousin who "loved SaSO" but "wishes I hadn't made 'Cedes such a 'ho," please suck it…