Another chapter of Forbidden for you guys! Huge thanks to my beta and to my followers. The reviews mean so much to me and I love all of the positive feedback I've received from you all. I will definitely try and update this and The Visit more. I do NOT own Glee. Enjoy!
Sam was eating his bowl of cereal and grading papers when his phone rang. "Hello?"
"Mr. Evans?"
"Yes sir principal Figgins." He answered clearing his throat.
"The homecoming dance is tonight and one of our chaperones called in with an emergency and can't make it. Are you available tonight? It's overtime." He threw in.
Sam wouldn't pass up on a few extra bucks. He had a date with his couch and Star Wars so he could reschedule. Accepting the offer he hung up and went back to finishing his breakfast.
"So Finn's taking you?"
"Yep. We're going just as friends even he said it." Mercedes clarified.
"Well hopefully he remembers. Sometimes he forgets you two broke up." Quinn mentioned.
"And sometimes he doesn't." Mercedes defended.
"You're going to kill him with that dress. I love you Cedes, but as Homecoming Queen I can't be outdone tonight." Santana told her helping Quinn with her dress.
"I'll try my hardest not to show out just for you." Mercedes teased with a smile.
They were getting ready for the dance at Mercedes house.
Mercedes slipped into her white Dolce and Gabana bandage dress. One that stopped around her knees, had long lace sleeves, and showed off all of her curves. Holding up her heels she asked, "Which ones?"
"Glitter." They both announced.
"Glitter it is." She popped on her sparkly red bottoms and headed over to her vanity mirror to take out her large curlers. She put in her earrings and applied her lipstick when her doorbell rang. "You guys ready?" They grabbed their clutches and headed out.
"Mercedes, you look amazing." Finn confessed.
"Thank you." She kissed his cheek and took his helpful hand and walked down her steps to his car. Quinn drove her and Santana and followed them to Breadstixs.
Sam cautiously scanned his closet for something to wear. Why he was so nervous about choosing the right outfit for a school dance, of all things, bewildered him. He knew Mercedes would be there dancing and wearing god knows what. Anything she wore she looked amazing in. Sam knew he shouldn't be this crazy over some girl, a student to be exact, but she was different. She made him happy; she made him want to go to that school that paid almost nothing to teach. Mercedes Jones was smart, outgoing, and funny. She was different from any other girl he'd ever met. She had personality, brains, an attitude that turned him on and a body he dreamt about.
If he would be seeing her at the dance he needed to at least look decent enough to catch her attention. It was like being in high school all over again. He found a white tee, cardigan sweater, and jeans to wear. Taking his shower he changed, slicked his hair back, and threw his black square framed glasses on and left.
When he arrived the gym was hardly filled. He saw a few other administrators standing around. Standing over by the door Puck called his phone. "What?"
"Oh! Is someone a little angry?"
"What do you want?" Sam asked annoyed.
"I just wanted to see if she was there?"
"No, aren't you supposed to be at dinner with Sugar?" Sam looked around.
"I am. She went to the bathroom."
"I feel like a creep or something."Sam confessed as he poured himself a cup of punch. He headed back to his spot.
"Why? She likes you dude, she's legal, and the age gap isn't that large. Not that big of a deal." Puck told him while looking at his teeth through his knife's reflection. He stayed on the phone waiting for his fiancé to come back out. "So how many people are there?" He asked trying to hold a conversation.
"A lot now. They just started to pour in." He trashed his cup.
"Is she there yet?"
"No when she gets here I will let you kno, ooh shit." Sam paused and looked on in awe.
"What! She came in?"
"Uh I'll call you later. Tell Sugar I said hi." He quickly hung up and slid his phone in his pocket.
Mercedes, Quinn and Santana walked in, linked at the arm, putting everyone in that poorly decorated gym to shame. Finn walked in by Mercedes side. He excused himself and went to talk to his friends on the football team. Mercedes felt a certain pair of eyes on her. Not just the ones in the gym but by him, Sam. She leaned over to her friends and whispered, "He's here."
"Who?" Quinn asked confused.
"HIM!"
"Oh!" Quinn turned around looking for a certain blond. She quickly snapped her head around towards her friends. "There he is; dark blue and green sweater by the side door. He's eying you."
All three of them whipped their heads around to see him gazing her figure. "He's not playing fair. Do you see his hair? It's slicked back and he wears reading glasses. Major turn on!"
"Well let's go say hi." Santana suggested pulling the arms of her friends over to him.
Sam quickly ran a hand threw his hair and cleared his throat.
"Hi Mr. Evans." All three sang in unison making him laugh and shake his head.
"Hello ladies. You all look, nice."
"You clean up nicely. Doesn't he Mercedes?" Once again Quinn put her on the spot.
She blushed and shook her head. "He knows he looks nice. He doesn't need my approval."
"I wouldn't mind it." He told her with a smile.
Quinn and Santana giggled and waited for Mercedes to compliment him. "You look really nice Mr. Evans."
"Thank you Miss. Jones."
"Framed glasses are a huge turn on for her you know?" Santana included.
Sam smiled. "Really?" He asked looking at Mercedes waiting for her to respond.
"I guess you can say that. I hate you two right now." She covered her face embarrassed.
The three of them laughed. "Well we'll see you later. Bye!" Quinn shouted as she pulled them out to the middle of the dance floor.
Quinn spun Mercedes around towards the center of the crowd making her laugh. Quinn danced in front of her while Santana got behind Mercedes. They danced and fooled around in the middle of the dance floor enjoying their night together. Finn came up asking to dance with Mercedes. Sam watched from the door as Mercedes wound her body up and down Finn's form while he held her hands up. Just as she was swirling her body back up Finn's torso she whipped her hair back and made eye contact with Sam. If it wasn't for Puck's incoming call he probably would've made his way over to the dance floor and done something unmentionable.
"Hey."
"So what's she wearing?" Puck asked with eager.
"Where is Sugar?" Sam asked. Ms. Holiday and Mr. Schuester made their way up the stage.
"After the restaurant she went to her cousin Joe's house. Again, what is she wearing?"
Sam covered his ear and walked outside. Looking to make sure he wouldn't be heard he finished talking "Dude she's wearing a skin tight dress that shows off everything. And the way she's dancing was meant to kill me."
"Doesn't it end soon?"
"Yeah they were announcing the king and queen again and letting them dance when I left."
"Okay so you don't have that long. Stick it out for the next couple of minutes than go home and take your cold shower. You make shit more difficult than it needs to be." Puck shook his head. He flipped through his channels and sipped his beer.
"Can you just give advice for one solid minute without being a douche about it please?" Sam pleaded.
"I'm just telling you what you need to hear."
"Forget it. I need to go back in anyways. Bye." He hung up and went back into the building.
Just as he was walking in Santana and Quinn were leaving. If he wasn't so hung up on Mercedes' outfit choice he would've noticed them exiting the school. When he got to the gym he watched as Finn and Mercedes conversed.
"Finn go. I'm not mad. We came as friends and if you want to slap skins with Cohen Chang from the A/V club I say go for it. I'll find a ride."
"Thank you I'll make it up. I swear." He kissed her forehead and went to grab the shorter girl's hand and left.
Mercedes laughed at how eager she was to "spend the night.". Looking around the gym she saw just about everyone leaving to the after party. She would ask for a ride from Azimio and Artie, but they were headed to the after party also.
Noticing Sam Mercedes bit her lip and approached him. "Mr. Evans I need a huge favor. You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"What is it?"
"I need a ride home. I was going to ask Azimio for a ride, but it seems like just everyone is going to the after party and I just want to go home, get out of these clothes, and watch TV. If you're busy I completely understand."
He watched as she tried keeping up with him in her heels. He headed over and held the back door open for her. "Where are Miss. Fabray and Miss. Lopez?" He asked grabbing his keys from his pocket.
She followed him to his car before answering. "Quinn wanted to have sex and called in early." She shrugged her shoulder and smiled after noticing a cringing look appear on his face. "Sorry." The parking lot was fairly empty when they reached his car.
Opening the door for her he quickly moved his papers and books from the seat before allowing her to sit down. "Excuse the mess."
She reassured him it was fine and got in. Waiting for him to take his seat and start the car she sent Finn a text letting him know she got a ride home. Her next text was to Santana and Quinn. "HE'S taking me home!" She knew they didn't have time to respond now, but once they took a breather they would definitely hit her up.
"Where do I go?" He asked leaving the parking lot.
She told him the directions while looking at the pictures she took just a few minutes ago.
He looked over to her once or twice and noticed her gaze on him. "What?" He asked with a small smile.
She shook her head and adjusted herself in her seat to where she was facing him.
"Is this not your house or something?"
"It is I just don't want to go in yet. Is that okay with you?"
He looked into her big doe like eyes staring straight at him and gulped. "That's fine." Silence lingered on for a while before she spoke up.
"Did you want to go in or,"
"No I think I should stay out here." He interrupted.
"Why is that?" She asked removing her seat belt. Adjusting her body to get comfortable Mercedes sat on her knees and looked at him.
"You know why Miss. Jones."
"You can call me Mercedes you know." She suggested with a smile. "You know yesterday you called me a tease, but I'm not the only one." She pointed out eyeing him.
His eyes scanned her body as she sat closer to him. He inhaled her sweet perfume and eyed her hips in that dress. He wanted to pull her on top of him and kiss her senseless. Hell he wanted to take her up on her offer and go inside but he couldn't. He wouldn't but she was making it hard for him. Literally.
"Your hair looks so sexy slicked back you know? Maybe it's just me, but I think you did that to me on purpose. To tease me and it wasn't fair Mr. Evans." She purred.
"Mercedes we can't do this."
"Why not? I'm eighteen and you're my substitute who can't be older than twenty five. Are you?" "Twenty-two, but Mercedes I could lose my job if, if we fooled around." He stuttered feeling her hand moving up and down his thigh.
"But nobody has to know. I won't say anything and neither would you. I have your class until December break after that you won't even be my teacher." She inched her dress up and slid her leg over to straddle his waist.
He let out a groan feeling her heat against his strained hard on. He adjusted his seat enough for them to get comfortable. "You can't tell anyone about this."
"I won't. I promise." She whispered wrapping her arms around his neck. She gasped when he placed his hands on her hips.
He inched his lips closer to hers feeling her breath against his lips. She closed her eyes. "Nobody can know." He whispered against her lips. She gave him a nod before he pressed his lips to hers.
Mercedes let out a moan against his lips earning herself a squeeze to her hips.
Sam swiped his tongue along her cherry flavored lips.
Mercedes moaned into his mouth while his hands moved to her ample behind. She slowly began grinding her hips into him while collecting his moans into her mouth. The taste of his tongue alone was enough to ruin her lace panties. Feeling his hard body under her she couldn't get enough of him. She began removing his buttons while his lips moved to her neck. She let out a pleasurable cry when he nipped her spot on her neck.
He looked up at her with a worried expression. "Did I hurt you?"
She quickly shook her head and moved her hands under his shirt while she attached her lips to his neck.
He hissed as soon as her tongue made contact with his skin. While he ran his hands up her thighs she tried removing his shirt. "Mercedes wait."
She moved her hair out of her face and sat up to look at him. "What's wrong?"
"This! We can't do this. We shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong."
"Is it me?" She asked innocently.
"No and yes." Sam sighed. Mercedes you're beautiful and an amazing girl, but because of our positions we can't do this."
She pouted but shook her head understanding him. "Sorry." She apologized looking down at him.
"No it's not your fault." He reassured her as he rubbed her arm and pulled her close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder while he rubbed her back. The car was silent as they just sat with each other taking in each others presence. "Mercedes I like you, I do, but we can't go further with this."
"I understand." She lifted her head up looking at him.
"That means no more flirting Miss. Jones."
She tried to bite back her smile, but failed.
He reached up and brushed her fallen curls out of her face and behind her ear. Cupping her neck he pulled her in close for another heated kiss. He tried setting boundaries to keep their student teacher relationship strictly platonic, he but failed and he failed miserably.
She let her hands run over his abs and moaned. She pulled back first to catch her breath. He watched her breast rise and fall as she sat on top of him. She looked down only to find a large bulge in his pants.
"See what you do to me?" He told her catching her attention.
She stifled back a moan as her hands rubbed over his hard on. Mercedes watched as he bit his lip, closed his eyes, and laid his head back in pleasure. She had no idea she had that effect on him. If only he knew how wet he was making her at this very moment.
He shook his head and stopped her once again. "I should let you go."
"Can we at least exchange numbers?"
He looked into those eyes of hers and couldn't help but agree to it.
They swapped phones and entered their information. "I put it under Sam-I-Am. No Mr. Evans in the text, okay?"
"Yes sir." She teased handing him his phone back. "It's under Mercy. And no late night sexting on week days, I have school you know."
He groaned and shook his head. "That makes it worst. We shouldn't be doing this."
Mercedes was starting to get fed up with the game of we should and shouldn't. "But we did and it will probably happen again. You're sexy as hell and I don't think you understand the effect you have on me."
"And what is that?"
"Would you like to feel it?" She purred looking at him.
His eyes moved down her body to where her dress was slowly but surely moving past her thighs and towards her waist. Sam wanted to take her up on that offer. Hell he would've done it right here and now and in the house. On her kitchen table, the couch, in the shower, the guest, parents and her bedroom if he could've. But he couldn't, he wouldn't. "It's getting late."
She shook her head and crawled off of him. He got out to open her door and to walk her to her front door. She kissed his cheek and thanked him for the ride before retiring into her house.
Collecting herself at the door she hopped out of her shoes and ran to her room to relieve the throbbing feeling between her legs.
Sam pulled out her driveway. He knew he should be scolding himself for what went down, but all he could think about was how natural her body felt against his and how long his cold shower would be while the image of her body played over and over in his head.
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