CHAPTER 2
Summary: Sam, Mercedes, and Finn experience an ugly incident at an outdoor concert.
Rating: Mature
Warning: Strong Sexual Content (anal sex), Strong Language, Mention of alcohol and drugs. Racial slurs. Homophobia. Please read this chapter with discretion.
Reflections on Hugs and Kisses
When Sam was thirteen years old, his mother stopped kissing him goodnight. At first Sam thought he had done something wrong, but she explained that he was growing up.
"Sam, you're too old for that," she said as she ironed his father's shirt. The smell of spray starch stung his nose and the stripes on the shirt became blurry because he was trying not to cry. His mother noticed and her tone softened a little.
"You have to grow up sometime. That's a part of life," she then quoted the bible, "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me."
"First Corinthians thirteen eleven," Sam said.
His mother gave him a sad smile.
"That's right, sweetie, see you do understand. Now go and wash up for dinner." She waved her hands as if to make him disappear.
"I love you, Mom," he said, but she didn't respond, instead she continued ironing, her slender arms moving back and forth gracefully. He always thought his mother was pretty but now she seemed different - less angelic, more hardened. He wondered why she stopped singing when he played his guitar.
That night he listened to Johnny Cash sing about long black veils and a boy name Sue, and cried into his pillow. The next week his parents sent him to an all-boys boarding school nestled in the Tennessee countryside, all childish things were behind him.
Sam craved touch. He missed the way his parents held his hands while crossing the street, or tickled his belly to wake him up in the morning. Then Mercedes came into his life and changed everything - she only wanted to love him. When life was unbearable, Mercedes was the one who healed him with her touch - she stroked his skin, while whispering his name and Sam felt loved. Then Finn entered the picture. When the threesome began, it was to please Mercedes, yet Finn added to the relationship in a wonderful way - he was kind. When his little sister Stacy was gravely ill, Mercedes was out of town with her family, and Finn came to the hospital. He wrapped his arms around Sam holding him close to his heart and let Sam cry when his parents wouldn't. So now he had two people who kissed him goodnight and hugged him when he needed it. It was amazing and Sam couldn't understand why people hated them together and why they had to hide.
Freaks, Whores, and Queers
Mercedes, Finn, and Sam were lying on a blanket at an outdoor concert in Lima Park, it was late evening, and the smell of weed wafted through the air; Sam had one arm around Mercedes and the other around Finn. Mercedes leaned into him and he inhaled the scent of her vanilla perfume; he kissed her neck and she smiled, her brown eyes shining. She wore a pretty green sundress that kept riding up her thighs each time she shifted on the blanket, much to Sam's delight. They got quite a few stares, but Sam was oblivious, he had a nice buzz from the beer Puck and Lauren gave them before leaving to make out in his car. The band was awful with the lead singer screaming a rendition of the 80s song Jessie's Girl. The three of them laughed about how bad they sounded, and whispered private jokes into each other's ears. To Sam, everything felt perfect. He was with the people he loved, it was summer, and his family finally managed to move out of the hotel and into a small house; life was awesome, and Stacy was getting better every day. He looked over at Finn and smiled. Finn gave him a lopsided grin and placed a hand over his heart, Sam did the same and so did Mercedes - that was how they said I love you without words. Then suddenly a strange man appeared and stared down at them. He looked about thirty years old and he had spiky black hair, his eyes were glazed over and he wore a Sex Pistols t-shirt; he pointed to Sam and said:
"So are you with the fat black chick or that big dumb dude?"
Mercedes' mouth fell open in shock. Sam jumped up and shoved the man in the chest.
"Don't you dare disrespect my girlfriend and boyfriend like that," he growled in the man's face.
Sam admittedly was a little drunk and probably had a contact high. But it was too late. The words were out there - girlfriend and boyfriend.
"Look, I think you're hot," the man said, touching Sam's arm, "So, can I like get in on the action?"
"I think you should leave," Finn said, as he stood up. He towered over the man.
"Not until he apologizes," Sam hissed, "Nobody talks about the people I love like that."
The man looked at Finn and said, "I would love for you to suck my cock, even let fat mama watch." He then licked his lips and nodded toward Mercedes who sat there in disbelief, "Don't play innocent. You know you want to. Sitting there showing off your big ass and saggy tits to everybody here. Do you give lap dances to chubby chasers?"
Sam threw the first punch and Finn threw the second. There was chaos after that. People scurried away; some used their cell phones to record the fight. Finn and Sam pummeled the guy into the ground. Mercedes was screaming and trying to pull them off the man before they killed him.
"Fucking queers!" somebody shouted from the crowd.
Sam didn't know who said it. But it was out there like his proclamation that he in fact loved a girl and a boy. Queers. Next came freaks. Mercedes was reduced to whore. It got worse and Sam didn't know who he was fighting anymore. He felt like it was the world. The man lay beneath him bleeding and yelling, he writhed about in an effort to escape. Sam hated him; he never felt hate before, and it scared him. He heard Finn's voice, but it sounded faraway. Somebody touched his arm, and he shoved them away.
"Sam, please!" It was Mercedes.
Her face was streaming with tears; she looked so helpless and Sam felt his heartbreak. A black man stopped next her and said:
"You need to leave them white boys, alone, baby girl."
"Get away from her!" Sam shouted, his bloody fists waving in the air. The guy backed off, obviously afraid of Sam's wrath. Then they saw the flashing lights of a police car. Sam grabbed Mercedes' hand and the three of them took off running. She tripped and fell and Finn picked her up and carried her the rest of the way; he always said that she wasn't as heavy as she thought, and this proved it.
"Dude, what if they catch us?" Finn said.
"Just keep moving we have to get out of here," Sam shouted as they ran toward the parking lot. He had never been so happy to see Mercedes' red Honda, he quickly unlocked the doors and Finn put Mercedes in the back seat so she could lie down, she didn't look so good. Sam gave the keys to Finn.
"You should drive, I'm kind of buzzed."
Finn nodded. Sam got in the back seat with Mercedes and held her. She wouldn't look at him, instead she stared out the window, tears rolling down her cheeks, she had a cut on her leg and her dress was torn. One of her sandals was missing. They drove home in silence - they planned to stay the night in Mercedes' backyard. Her parents were away again, leaving her alone so they could save children in Kenya, never bothering to save their own daughter. The three of them loved camping in her backyard because it was huge and it felt like they were in the wilderness.
Once they were inside the house, they took Mercedes upstairs to the bathroom so they could tend to her wounds. Her cuts were minor but they fussed over her anyway. Mercedes barely spoke as they looked her over and dabbed alcohol on her cuts, kissing her cheeks. Finn had a bruised chin, and there was a cut on Sam's arm but other than that all of them were fine.
"Baby, please say something," Sam said peering into her face.
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"We won't let anything happen to you," Finn said and hugged her.
After a few moments, she said: "We need a shower."
They showered together frequently and the ritual was always the same: Mercedes was in the middle and they washed her first before tending to themselves. Under the hot spray of the shower, Sam and Finn gently washed her entire body, kissing her flesh here and there, murmuring how much they loved her. Mercedes stood between them, and clung to Sam's shoulders, Finn wrapped his arms around her waist and they let the water run over them until it was freezing cold. The blood on their skin washed away down the drain, leaving behind a reddish residue on the white tiles. Sam remembered his mother saying that blood never washes away completely - that it always stays on your hands; he wondered if this was true and if that prick's blood would become a part of him. After they were done, they went outside dragging the family sized sleeping bag with them. The tent was already set up. Suddenly, Mercedes said:
"I want to sleep under the stars. I'm not going inside the tent."
Finn and Sam glanced at each other.
"We'll stay out here too," Sam said and Finn nodded, "Me too."
They unzipped the sleeping bag and got inside snuggling close to one another. Crickets chirped. A car door slammed. It sounded like a normal summer evening.
"I'm not a whore," Mercedes whispered into Sam's chest.
"I know, baby," he said, "You're the woman we love."
"I'm not a whore, I'm not a whore, I'm not a whore ..." she repeated over and over again, the tears spilled onto his bare chest. She clung to him and he held her as Finn soothed her from behind.
"Shhh, sweetheart, we're right here, it's ok," Finn said, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing himself into her back.
"Why is this wrong?" she asked, her voice small.
"It's not wrong, Cedes, you listen to me. What the three of us have is not wrong. I never thought I could love 2 people, let alone a guy and girl, but I do, and I couldn't be happier. Those other assholes, the ones who think they are God, those are the ones who are wrong," Sam said and then he kissed her gently.
"Sam is right," Finn said, "But maybe we need to tone it down a little when we're out in public."
"What?" Sam said.
"I hate to say this, but people don't like us together and they are going to make things difficult. Or they will be like that prick who thought we were sex freaks," Finn said as he stroked Mercedes' shoulder.
"I just want it to go away," Mercedes mumbled.
"Want what to go away," Sam asked.
"This feeling that I'm dirty and should be ashamed. I'm in love with 2 guys and I'm ok with that. But nobody else is."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of. The ones who should be ashamed are the people judging us," Sam said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"But we need to do something, or it's going to happen again," Finn said. He thought for a moment.
"I have an idea. Why don't we take turns? Like when we go out, Mercedes and I will be a couple and you will be the third wheel. And then the next time it will be your turn with her. The third wheel can't touch or kiss the couple."
"Finn, that really sucks," Sam said.
"Well do you have any better ideas?"
"Actually, I don't think it's bad, besides we can avoid shitty incidents like the one that happened tonight," Mercedes said.
Sam sighed.
"You guys know how much I love you both. It's gonna be really hard not to be able to touch both of you," he reached out and stroked the tops of their heads affectionately, loving the contrast of Mercedes soft, kinky, hair and Finn's straight hair, "It shouldn't be this way."
"It shouldn't be this way but it is and unfortunately, we have to deal with it," Mercedes said in that matter of fact way of hers.
They decided to try it out and see how it worked. Sam was less than enthusiastic, but he knew they had a point. He squeezed her breasts and his thumb grazed her nipple, he felt the large nub beneath the thin cotton nightgown; he then pulled Mercedes' face close to his and kissed her, loving the feel of her plump lips, she moaned and returned the kiss.
"You know what we're going to do?" he whispered.
"What?" she breathed.
"We're going to love everything bad out of you."
Together, he and Finn began to pull off her nightgown, but she stopped them.
"Wait, it's getting a little warm inside the bag, do you mind if we lay on top?"
"Not at all, sweetheart," Finn said and they climbed out of the sleeping bag. She let them take off her nightgown and then they removed their boxers. Sam could never tire of Mercedes' beauty. Standing there naked in the summer moonlight, she was beyond beautiful. How could anyone call her a whore? Or reduce her to something ugly? Where others saw fat, he only saw luscious curves - people were so blind. If they only knew how wonderful she was, how her heart was so giving and when she sang, he swore it put God's angels to shame. She humbled him every day. Then he gazed at Finn, he too was beautiful, his skin was pale in the light and his muscles strong. Sam was grateful that Finn realized how much he and Mercedes loved him and was no longer ashamed of his body. He could now look them in the eyes when they made love and he never asked to be covered with a sheet anymore either. People labeled Finn too, calling him dumb and this upset Sam, he wasn't dumb, he just saw the world differently. Sam felt so blessed to have Finn and Mercedes in his life. They were his everything and he wouldn't have it any other way.
The three of them stood there hugging and stroking one another. Mercedes kissed Sam, her tongue probed deeply into his hot mouth, he moaned and accepted her kiss with just as much passion, and then she kissed Finn as Sam stroked his wide back and gently cupped his firm buttocks. After they kissed, Sam pulled Finn toward him and kissed him too, holding him close.
"I love you both so much," Sam said, blinking back his tears.
"We love you too," they said.
Sam took one hand and Finn took the other and they gently pushed Mercedes back onto the sleeping bag. They licked and kissed every inch of her smooth brown skin.
"I love giving you a tongue bath," Sam said wickedly, "Your skin tastes so good."
"It's sweet and a little salty," Finn said as his tongue glided across her inner thighs, dangerously close to her pussy. Sam sucked on her nipples and tried to fit as much of her breasts into his large mouth as he could, in his opinion, his girl had the greatest set of tits in the universe. That's one thing Quinn and Santana lacked. He pulled back for a moment and studied them, they were wet and glistening with his saliva and there were tiny bite marks where he got carried away.
"I guess I went a little crazy," he whispered, "but I can't help myself when it comes to you."
Mercedes moaned, she was wet, but they avoided her pussy on purpose and turned her over so they could worship her gorgeous ass.
Finn especially loved Mercedes' ass, and he grabbed a cheek and smacked it, watching it jiggle before kissing and licking her flesh.
"You like how Finn's loving on your beautiful ass, baby?"
Mercedes could barely speak. Sam grabbed her other ass cheek and squeezed the flesh before giving it a long, slow lick.
"Oh, oh..." Mercedes breathed.
"You're so beautiful, sweetheart, and worthy, and wonderful," Finn said, "Don't ever let anyone tell you any different." His big hands still caressed her ass but now his large finger probed her hole.
"Is this ok?" Finn asked.
"Yes, I - I..." she gasped.
He gently massaged her asshole as Sam rubbed her back and then licked and kissed her smooth neck. Sam remembered that they had talked about her actually taking both of them on at the same time, but he wasn't sure if she was ready. As if reading his mind, Mercedes said in a shaky voice:
"I want you both. You and Finn at the same time."
Finn and Sam looked at each other. Then Sam spoke:
"Do you think you're ready?"
"Please," she choked out, "I need you both filling me. Especially tonight - I need you both loving me."
Sam was a little apprehensive. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her and he didn't know if her body was ready, so he said:
"Ok, we will try it, but if it hurts at all, we will stop, ok baby?"
She nodded and he kissed her between her shoulder blades. Finn went to get the lube out of his overnight bag, when he got back he looked at them and said:
"How do you guys want to..." he trailed off.
"It's up to Cedes," Sam said.
Since no one really wanted to make a decision as to who went where, Sam volunteered for her rear entry and Finn would have her pussy.
Mercedes climbed on top of Finn, and she reached down and kissed him.
"I love you, my gentle giant," she said. Finn grinned at her pet name for him and blushed. His big arms pulled her into a hug.
"I love you too, with all that I am," he said, holding her close.
Sam smiled at the exchange - the two of them were so adorable. He squirted some lube onto his cock and then he spread some on the rosette of her pretty asshole. He slowly worked his finger in, just testing her out.
"How does that feel baby?"
"It feels ok, Sammy," she breathed.
He then inserted another finger and wiggled it around. Mercedes moaned.
"I'm ready, let's at least try," she said, her breath caught in her throat.
Sam eased his throbbing member into her ass; she was very tight so it took some maneuvering.
"Oh, shit," Mercedes said.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yeah, but it also feels good too, keep going."
Sam did as she asked and after a while he was finally seated in her ass. He kissed her shoulder.
"Doing ok?"
She nodded. "I feel so full, with you back there and Finn right here. I love having both of you inside me, let's start moving," she said.
"Eager, are we?" Sam said.
"Yes, very."
Finn chuckled and gripped her hips. Then they began to move awkwardly at first but then they got a rhythm going. Sam never felt anything as awesome as being inside Mercedes' big, beautiful ass, it bounced and shook with each thrust; he didn't know how long he could last. Finn moved frantically below, and Mercedes rode them together, her wide hips, shifting back and forth to the delicious rhythm they created. They were all moaning and gyrating, Mercedes threw her head back, biting her lip, appearing to savor each movement.
"Ah, ah..." she couldn't even speak.
"Baby, you look so hot right now. I know you like this. My dick buried in your ass and Finn's pounding that tight, hot pussy of yours. You are so beautiful and sexy, with your tits swinging and you ass bouncing off me as I'm pounding into to you. We're gonna make you come so hard, Cedes, Sam said as he thrust into her.
"Fuck, I can't seem to..." Mercedes bounced frantically, trying to reach orgasm, "I can't ..."
Sam reached around and gently pressed his finger on her clit. And that's what did it.
"Come for us Cedes!" Sam shouted.
Mercedes screamed so loud that it scared Sam; he silently prayed no one called the police. Finn yelled just as loud as he came and soon Sam followed suit. Their hot cum shooting inside her. She fell on top of Finn, her body as limp. Finn stroked her back.
"Sweetie, talk to us," Finn murmured.
"I'm fine, I just... that was beyond incredible," she whispered.
Sam kissed her shoulders and eased out of her, his cum leaking everywhere. He collapsed beside them, giving each of them a kiss.
"I've had some intense orgasms, but nothing like that," Sam said gazing up into the night sky.
They were silent for a while, letting their heated bodies cool off in the night air. Soon they all snuggled up together, their sweaty limbs tangled together.
"That was beautiful," Mercedes said, gripping each of their hands.
"Yes it was," Finn said, as he kissed her forehead; he then reached over and kissed Sam too.
Sam enjoyed the stillness and the feeling of being wrapped up with the two people he cherished.
"I bet you our hearts are beating on the same rhythm," Sam said.
Mercedes chuckled. "Sam, that's so corny."
"No, really, I think the three of us are so connected that our hearts are beating together."
Finn placed his hand over his heart and then reached out and placed his hand over Mercedes' heart. He waited a moment then smiled.
"I think Sam might be right," he then put his hand on Sam's heart, "It feels like the same beat."
Mercedes wasn't exactly convinced. "Well, it may or may not be true, but I like to think that it is."
"Yeah, me too," Sam said.
Nobody spoke for a while and then Finn said.
"Look at all the fireflies."
There were dozens of fireflies hovering about, their greenish yellow lights flickering in the darkness.
"They're so pretty," Mercedes said.
"Oh, look!" Sam gasped, pointing to the sky, "A shooting star!"
"Wow," Finn said, "Do we make a wish?"
"Ok, let's all close our eyes, hold hands, and make a wish," Mercedes said excitedly.
Sam felt like a little kid again, clasping her hand and making a wish. He didn't ask what they wished for since he thought it was best to keep it a secret.
"Do you guys think we should go inside?" Finn asked, "It might get cold."
"No, it feels too wonderful being wrapped up in you and Sam's arms," Mercedes said, kissing each of them on the cheek.
"Yeah, this is pretty awesome," Finn agreed as he snuggled up closer to Mercedes' warm body.
"I can't believe you carried me all the way to my car." Mercedes laughed.
"How many times do I have to tell you? You are not as big as you think you are. It was nothing," Finn assured her.
They fell into a comfortable silence and soon Finn and Mercedes were asleep, but Sam remained awake. He indulged in the fantasy of shooting stars and fireflies, those childhood whims that make you believe that anything is possible, because sometimes it was nice to think that maybe the world wasn't as bad as it seemed and just maybe if he loved enough, he could somehow make it through.
