A/N: I wrote this Artcedes chapter, intending for it to be sweet and loving; a testament to friends exploring a new dimension of an already satisfying relationship. But it came out really sexy and steamy, instead; so I rolled with it. My Artie is a lecherous dirty bird; I offer no apologies for that. But it's all in the name of love...Hope you like it!
I also would like to offer many thanks to Illiandyandra for looking over this chapter and offering encouragement. I also would like to thank Annikay for warning me about haters wanting to label my story as offensive and characterize my Mercedes as a "slut." Girl, you knew what you were talking about.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Glee, or Roger Troutman's I Wanna Be Your Man.
Disclaimer: Also, anyone with a natural tendency (when presented with a female person in charge of her sexuality) toward slut-shaming, should probably not read this. I warned everyone at the end of Chapter 1 that my main character would be hooking up with a different Glee boy in each chapter. I also explained how often it happens that real feelings grow forth from casual sexual congress. You were warned, and I'm warning you again.
I Wanna Be Your Man
Mercedes POV:
So tonight was McKinley's Junior/Senior Prom, and surprisingly, I had a wonderful time. We New Directions had been tapped to provide the entertainment for the dance, so I really didn't have any choice about whether I'd go or not. I hadn't been looking forward to going stag and being forced to watch couples be lovey-dovey while I drank glass after glass of punch and tried not to kick somebody all night long. But I honestly had a good time. Rachel came up with the idea of us asking Sam to be our date, and after hearing how we planned our whole budget for the evening, he agreed. Then Berry went one better and invited the biggest loser ever to tag along, so I spent a huge part of the evening getting to know Sam. He's a great guy…too bad his family situation is so precarious right now. I actually thought about offering to start babysitting his siblings whenever Quinn and Britt aren't available. I wonder if he'd be offended…
Eventually, Sam and I slow-danced to Rachel's big number, and did a bunch of goofy moves while Blaine sang a really fun song. While we were getting down, Finn and Jesse got into a huge fight...I guess over Rachel. Then Kurt got crowned Prom Queen and I went on stage with Satan to do our big Queen Coronation song. Afterward, I stood in the doorway to the gym while Rachel proceeded to tell me exactly why our joint date had to leave with her, right that second. Something about getting slapped in the bathroom, and not having Jesse there to be her escort. She told me that she'd caught a ride with Jesse to the Prom, and needed Sam to walk her home; that I had driven myself and planned to spend the evening with Kurt anyway, so my leaving alone wasn't a big deal. Even said something about how I'd been hogging Sam all evening and if he were really a Southern gentleman he'd have already found her wrap. I tuned most of it out, to be honest; but the end result was that Rachel literally dragged a frightened-looking Sam out of the door, and I waved weakly while he mouthed, "Help me!"
I stood there for a moment, sort of amazed at the balls the short bitch had, when I recognized the intro to this tune I really love.
Hey Lady, let me tell you why…
It was Mike Chang and Brittany, singing my favorite song by Roger.
I can't live my life without you, oh baby…
Somebody had obviously done some magic with some kinda electronic equipment, because those two (bless their hearts) who aren't exactly Atlantic Starr, sounded amazing.
Every time I see you walking by I get a thrill…
It sort of sounded auto-tuned, like when Britt did the Ke$ha song at assembly, but it was better, because that was how the song was supposed to sound.
You don't notice me but in time you will…
Britt was even harmonizing with Mike and they sounded really good. It fucked my whole world up.
I must make you understand…
"You having a 'what the hell' moment too Cedes?" It was Artie, I was so caught up in my reaction to the song I hadn't noticed him approach me. "Cause you ain't the only one, people been side-eying them two since they got up there."
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)…
I knew he was still into Britt, and I didn't wanna hurt Artie's feelings; but shit, he asked. So I answered with, "Kind of…Not that Mike and Brit are doing a bad job or anything. I just didn't expect them to pull out Roger. Well; Mike I can see, but Brittany?"
I wanna be your man (I do yeah, yeah)…
Artie just chuckled and said, "I feel you, but it was my suggestion. Before she shut my prom proposal down Britt asked me to help her pick out a song. I politely 'suggested' that whatever she and Mike picked should probably feature a little bit of the auto-tune magic, ya feel me?"
Okay, that made sense.
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)…
"I guess, but that song is older than we are," I joked.
"So? You know I built my game up right, I love that old school shit. And I was all Ke$ha'd out if you want me to be honest."
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)…
"Plus it was on the Love and Basketball soundtrack, right?" I laughed, and he laughingly nodded, admitting where he first learned to love the song. "Well, Mr. Abrams, you get my congratulations on a song well-picked."
Better not pass me by, cause if you do you'll lose a good thing, (oh baby)…
"Screw the congrats, bullshit…come dance with your boy!"
This fool. But if I had to be completely honest, I have to say that if I were gonna choose to date a Glee boy based purely on swagger? I'd be all up on Artie, for serious. So I nodded and reached for his hands so I could swing him around.
Cause what I got to say, is sealed with a kiss and a wedding ring (wedding ring)…
"Nah, baby…I ain't digging on that shit. I'm here for full-body contact, and nothing less will do. So u gonna have to bring all that sexy down here." He gestured with his hands for me to sit in his lap.
"But, I'm heavy; I don't wanna hurt you."
My mind is blind at times I can't see anyone but you…
He gave me this judging look like he just knew my ass was crazy. "Hurt, exactly what, Cedes? The damn nerve endings in my legs that been severed for a decade? Trust me, they'll be a'ight."
"Crazy fool…" I sat in his lap gingerly, and giggled as Artie pretended fan himself. Then my boy shot me this sexy ass smirk while he wheeled me around in a semi-circle. We sang the next part of the song to each other as we danced.
Those other girls don't matter, no they can't spoil my view…
I was having a good time, but I was curious about something. "Artie?"
"Yeah, woman?"
I must make you understand…
"Why you always gotta go to the 'Cedes is sexy' place? You trying to make me feel better about myself or something? Cause you know I don't need a dude telling me lies to boost my self-esteem." Mercedes ain't here for any pity or charity, you dig?
He gave me another Cedes-Is-Cray-Cray look, and asked, "Who the hell is boosting anything? I call you sexy cause you sexy, girl." Then Artie started rubbing his hands all over me like he'd lost his mind or something. "Look at them thick hips and thighs. All soft and shit, make a brothawanna bite something. And that booty is all kinds of juicy."
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)…
I just laughed and slapped his hands off me while he kept going. "Boo, I been looking for a reason to get my hand in between your bra and breast-i-ces since Freshman year." I caught his eyes focusing on my cleavage; so I redirected them with my index and middle fingers, letting the boy know my eyes were a lot further up.
I wanna be your man (I do yeah, yeah)...
"And that face? Babygirl, you gotta know you're the prettiest lady in Glee. You got big brown eyes with those sexy-ass long eyelashes, and them lips I wants all up on…Shit, you want some Artie up in yo' life? Say something, it ain't nothing but a word." He seemed dead ass serious.
Words can never say what I feel, (it's too intense)…
I thought about it, and I decided to get a little bad. "So you want up on these lips, huh? Maybe I wants up on yours too."
Oh, oh ohohohoh…
"I'm right here, Boo. You the one still talking…"
So I puckered up and kissed his shit-talking lips.
I tried I tried I tried to tell you how I feel, but I get mixed up (Sooo, mixed up)…
It was the sexiest fucking thing to ever happen in Mercedes Jones' thus far. Artie is a kissing genius. Had me moaning and trying to run my hands through his product-heavy hair. He squeezed me so sweetly, and if I'm not mistaken I felt his little soldier waking up under my butt.
My mind is blind at times I can't see anyone but you…
And the dude was so pimp-licious he managed to keep us twirling around in a damn circle while we kissed. So when we pulled apart, my ass was double-dizzy.
Those other girls don't matter no they can't spoil my view…
We smiled at each other, and in a way it was like I saw Artie for the first time in that moment. All of a sudden he wasn't just my friend with way too much swagger for his own good and a voice I wanted to bottle up and spray all over my body.
I must make you understand…
All of a sudden he seemed like the other half of me, or something. I tried to convey what I was thinking to Artie with my eyes, and damned if I don't think the boy understood me. I placed my head on his shoulder, then we sang the chorus together and finished our dance.
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man), I wanna be your man (I do yeah, yeah)...I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man), I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)...
Artie POV:
Y'all know ain't no shame in my game, right? Like, I'm pretty much down for whatever 100% of the time, and I ain't scared of shit. Being in a chair is the most challenging thing I could ever imagine a person my age having to deal with on a daily basis, but it's definitely taught me the importance of going for what I want whenever I can. And what do I want more than anything else? I want Mercedes Jones. So I'm just gonna admit that when I saw Evans leave with Rachel, I came over for the sole and exclusive purpose of stealing his date for my own. And I ain't even feel bad about it. Like a man on a mission I rolled over there, spit a little bit of game, and wound up with a lapful of sexy ass Diva. Then I proceeded to dare her into getting up on all this wheelchair loving. It worked, and now I'm contemplating my next move. This is like a chess game, cause what I do next is gonna affect how the rest of my night plays out. If I err on the side of caution, I run the risk of getting re-friend-zoned; and I ain't about that life. But if I let Sexy know all the shit I dream of doing to her, I just might scare her into getting a restraining order. Which means I have to tread lightly.
I have a few things working against me in my quest to get 'Cedes in my life on the regular; that much I know for sure. First of all, e'erbody knows me and Puck been cool since he got outta Juvie. And most people assume all my swagger is the end result of Asshole Lessons courtesy of the 'Zilla. In the interest of full disclosure, I can admit that the whole time I taught Puck the basics of geometry, he was paying my good deed forward by schooling me on sex shark-ology. And you already know I'm a good student. Which means if Cedes ain't feeling a relationship with Puck 2.0, then she has a good reason to steer clear of yours truly. Then there's the fact that I never said anything to her about a relationship...at least not in a way that didn't come across as jokey. So Babygirl probably thinks I'm in here flirting to make her feel special or something... that's strike number two. Add that to the fact that Evans been looking at my girl all night like a damn snow cone on the Fourth of July...which means I've got some competition. So making 'Cedes my lady ain't gonna be easy; if I want her for my own I'm gonna have to put in some work.
The thing is that I know, like REALLY KNOW, that I'm supposed to be 'Cedes man. And I've known it since the first time she and I ever sang together. See, she and I both use music to calm the rages and inconsistencies and disappointments in our respective lives. We both honestly need music to live comfortably, and it colors every single thing we do. Which means that neither one of us would ever enter into a long-term entanglement without first considering musical compatibility. Look at the way 'Cedes shot Puck down when he came at her that first time Sophomore year. Puck told me all about it...it fucked up his whole world to learn that a geeky Glee chick would go all "hell-to-the-no" on the Puckasaurus, just because she didn't wanna sing with him. But that's Mercedes' nature; it never occurred to her think about the pros and cons of being his girl. To her, the only thing worth considering was whether or not they'd sound good together. After Puck did a little research and brought the Rat Pack out in class, Mercedes had no choice but to give him a second look. That being said, I'm exactly the same way...and I've never sang with a person more on my wavelength than Mercedes is. Singing with her feels exactly the same way a warm shower feels on a cold morning, or like the first slice of your favorite kind of pizza after not eating all day. She just satisfies something in me. Not only that, but I know my destiny is linked with hers...Seriously, I can just feel it. Like, it's gonna be my job to audition bassists and drummers when 'Cedes forms her first real group after high school. And I know I'm supposed to be in the booth helping her pick beats, while she decides which one of her songs is gonna be her first single. Trust, I have every intention of being the one Mercedes thanks right after Jesus when she wins her first Grammy. Me and 'Cedes got history; we just haven't made it yet.
After Britt and Mike finished singing, 'Cedes offered me a ride home and I took her up on it. She wasn't expected home and her sleepover with Kurt was several hours away, so I invited her over to Nerd Mecca -AKA my room- for a video game battle. Babygirl agreed. On the way there, I made sure to periodically stroke 'Cedes along her shoulders and brush her hair away from her cheeks to let her know I ain't forgot what we started in the gym. She didn't seem to mind, so by the time we got there and parked around back we were both ready for some smoochy time. Mercedes is really good at letting me do stuff for myself, so she got my chair out of her truck's hatch and brought it to the passenger side door so I could lower myself into it. Outside of kicking the brake to make sure it stayed steady and shutting the door after me, Babygirl just waited patiently for me to finish. She grabbed her overnight bag then we rolled our way to the separate entrance and ramp my folks had installed.
Once we got into my room, which used to be a finished basement/maid's apartment, I offered 'Cedes a drink and a seat. She only took the latter then waited for me to join her. Once I pulled myself onto the love seat beside her, Mercedes reached out to stroke my cheek and run her nails lightly along my jaw line, like she was looking into my face for the very first time ever. Then she leaned in to kiss me again. We made out for a while; sharing a series of really sweet slow kisses, punctuated periodically by a bunch of sexy hungry ones. When we separated to catch our breath, I decided to start some shit. And yeah...I try my best at all times to be a shit starter.
"You know 'Cedes, you and I have an opportunity here tonight that it'd be a shame to waste."
Mercedes gave me a contemplative look, and asked "What sort of opportunity?"
"Well," I started. "You know as well as I do that my parents are convinced that you and I will never be more than friends. They're so sure, in fact, that we could get away with some major dirt here tonight; with absolutely no problem. Be a shame to waste that kind of thing."
Maybe Cedes thought I was just being cute, but if she did she decided to play along. "What did you have in mind?"
"I want you to spend the night with me, baby. Hang out, get to know me as somebody other than just 'yo boy;' I want my chance to show you why you want me as your man. You already have an overnight bag...so get comfortable."
"I only brought that in so we could change and play Halo, Artie..." Mercedes chided me, gently.
"Oh, I'm down for Halo," I answered my girl, completely unashamed. "But if I have my way we'll be playing it in our underwear, love…"
Mercedes POV:
I swear this boy ain't about shit. Talking in his sex voice and making me curious. On its face, I guess Artie's underwear suggestion could be construed as playful flirtation and harmless innuendo. But this is Puck's protégé we're talking about here. And I know if I come out in my teddy something sexy's gonna pop off. To be honest, though, the thought didn't actually turn me off. After spending a minute thinking over the sweet kisses we'd shared and the sexy caresses we'd traded, I decided to let him have his way. I totally think it's hot when Artie goes all cave-man, anyway. Dude's got a lot of bottom.
So I played like I was exasperated and rolled my eyes a little before answering "Okay, do you mind if I get comfortable and take a shower first?"
"Oh you better go take one...get all of Trouty's dead skin cells off-a your sexy shoulders and arms while you're at it." he replied, rolling his own eyes back at me.
I turned around from where I'd bent to gather my bag. "Wait, so you're jealous of Sam? Why? He and I are just friends."
"Maybe you're just his friend. But Evans got a plan for you, Mama." Yup, he looked seriously jealous of Sam.
"What plan is that?" Could have fooled the hell out of me.
"Look, you were there when I asked Britt to prom using my awesome Stevie Wonder serenade. So you know how she shot me down." Artie admitted, looking sort of shame-faced. "But what you didn't know was that I asked, no BEGGED Sam to let me take you. Boy came over here bragging about having two dates, and I wanted him to share the wealth. Dude shot me down flat."
"Maybe you should have offered to take Rachel."
"Which is exactly what he suggested. But I ain't here for that."
"So Sam wasn't feeling letting Rachel use him to make Finn jealous. That doesn't mean he's into me. Just means he's smart," I replied logically.
"Whatever, I saw you two getting all cozy dancing to Jar Of Hearts. And I wanted to kick his ass for it."
Now I was really lost. "So why'd you go all out Prom-proposing to Britt, if you wanted to take me so bad?"
"Look, 'Cedes..." Artie seemed serious so I listened while he stroked my hand. "You know Britt is one of the most sweetly innocent people at school. She's sensitive and reacts to bullying and violence just like a little kid. I hurt her feelings when I called her stupid. She actually cried. And yes, I had a right to be mad at her for cheating with Satan; but I never should have insulted her like I did. I suppose I felt like taking her out and giving her a Prom to remember would be a great way to re-affirm my apology and bring some closure to the situation."
I understood, and he was right...Artie did owe her for going off. "I get it."
Artie wasn't finished though. "I basically only got with Britt because she asked me to be her boyfriend, anyway. I was jealous of Tina's relationship with Mike, and thought having a popular girlfriend would make me feel better. But we have little to nothing in common and didn't even have music to forge a bond over. You and I don't have that problem. We can talk about school, play video games, bond over Black culture..." I had to laugh at that. "...and you're my musical wife to boot. Don't you see? We make sense!"
I grinned. He was right. "So can I go take my shower now?" Artie nodded and I went into his bathroom.
While I bathed and applied my lotion, I pondered over what I was expecting to happen tonight. The fact was, that all of Artie's sweet words coupled with his amazing swagger was kinda making me hot. I've known him forever, so I didn't feel at all slutty for wanting to see what he was working with. Therefore, if Artie initiated some contact, I was definitely gonna be on board. Yeah, I was kind of concerned about the logistics of forging a sexual relationship with him; but he was no virgin, even if I was. I'm sure he had all kind of tricks up his sleeve if our making out got hot and heavy.
I reapplied my makeup with a lighter touch and let my hair down, then went back into Artie's bedroom. I must have taken longer than I thought, because he'd obviously gone into the other bathroom and showered, too. His hair was now free of all of the product he'd used and he was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts. When Artie saw me standing there in my black lace teddy, he beckoned me over to the bed, where he'd laid down; I nodded and made my way over. We made out for a long time, each learning the other's lips and what kind of kisses the other preferred. I let my hands roam over his body while he mapped my own curves. I felt Artie's hands cup my breasts and move across my butt; which surprisingly, made me feel sexy instead of nervous. I didn't even feel silly letting my homeboy pinch my nipples and leave love bites on my neck. Maybe we weren't as good of friends as I thought we were. Then Artie posed a question.
"Babygirl, you're a virgin, right?" He asked it almost conversationally.
"Well, I know you're not...Mr. Sex Robot." I joked, letting him know I'd heard all the rumors Britt had spread about his sex skills. "But yes, I'm a virgin."
"Well then I need you to tell me how much exploring are you comfortable with tonight. I don't want to go too far with you and scare you so bad you start avoiding me at school."
I saw how sincerely he wanted to go at my pace, and it made me feel loved. "How about I tell you if we need to pump the brakes, and we just wing it?"
"Cool."
Artie didn't waste any time moving his hands underneath my gown and finding out I'd left my panties off. I don't exactly know what possessed me to do it, other than the fact that I knew if I'd put them on they'd have been ruined before long anyway. He stroked my pubic hairs and cupped my mound before gently pushing me onto my back and parting my legs more.
"Can I play with you a little bit, baby? I want to make you come for me."
"Okay" I stammered out. An orgasm I didn't have to chase down by myself? I was all for it.
So Artie brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them before sliding them in between my pussy lips and stroking me from slit to clit. Then he got all crazy with the freaky talk while he used his index finger and thumb to pinch my clit gently. "Do you like what I'm doing to you, Ma?"
I just shut my eyes and nodded. It was a damn rhetorical-ass question anyway.
Artie kept going, whispering softly. "Am I gonna have to use my tongue on you, baby? I want you wetter than this when I slip my fingers inside you."
"Ummm..." I really couldn't form words right about then.
"You should think about my lips, Boo. Imagine me kissing these…"
He patted my pussy like a damn pet or something and kissed my neck real quick as he paused in the stroking.
"…like I been doing the ones on your face all night. Sucking on your clit and wetting up my face with your pussy juice."
I felt myself gush while I pictured exactly what he'd told me to. He ignored my reaction and just kept on talking nasty.
"Picture Artie slipping a few fingers inside you; stroking you up, down, and all the way around with my tongue. Sound good to you?"
"Hhmmnn," I breathed. Honestly, the shit sounded really good. Then he dipped the tip of his finger inside me to see if I'd gotten any wetter.
"That's better, Baby…" Artie congratulated me for something I had absolutely no control over. "…we got us a stream, now; but Artie wants a river. So imagine me stuffing my tongue inside your tight little box and licking you out from the inside."
I did imagine it. I imagined it so vividly that I couldn't keep my hips from humping against his hands.
"Think about feeling my tongue all over your pussy. You can picture my fingers all wet with your honey, sliding in and outta you, right?
I could. And I was close so erupting that it scared me. I wanted to feel that shit so bad I could barely breathe.
"So think about busting a big nut all over my face."
Shit, that sounded all kinds of good. That's when I felt two of his fingers enter me "I, I..."
"Yeah, you're getting there. I want you to show me, Baby. Show me how you're gonna wet me up. Let me see all the sweet sugar you're gonna give me. I'm thirsty baby, Daddy wants a drink. Show me now, do it all over my hand first." He pumped his fingers in and out, in and out, over and over and over again. "I still got my thumb on your clit, Boo. I can feel it pulsing and quivering. I feel your legs shaking and I smell how wet you are, boo. So come for me, 'Cedes. Gimme what I want."
So I did. And it felt so good I squealed. Artie shut me up by kissing me again, but kept his lovely fingers moving against me to make sure I was totally and completely spent. When we broke apart he said, "That was the high note I wanted to hear. Next one will be a duet." Then he kissed me once again.
Artie POV:
Okay, that was the mother-fucking bomb-diggity. 'Cedes came so hard all over my hand, my damn wrist got wet. And that note she hit? Made my balls jump for joy. I was gonna enjoy playing with her tonight. I was licking her come off my fingers, just about to suggest to 'Cedes that she come up pillow-side so she could ride my face, when she stopped me in my tracks.
"Artie, this is kind of embarrassing to admit..."
"What, baby?" I asked, and continued cleaning my hand.
"I really want to do everything with you tonight, like...everything." She blushed. "But I'm really worried that I won't know what to do."
"That's an easy one...do me." I joked. I was totally on board with whatever Babygirl was planning.
She slapped my chest with the back of her hand before going on. "I'm not sure how we'd go about it, boy. I've never even had a boy's fingers in me until tonight. What if I try to get on top of you and get split open on your dick? I don't know how to ride you...Won't it hurt?"
Babygirl seemed legitimately worried, so I tried to ease her fears. "Baby..." I liked calling her that. "Baby, I'm a nerd. That means if there's anything in the world I find interesting, I make it my business to research the fuck out of it. And I find sexy times interesting as hell. I read stuff online, I subscribe to freak-em magazines, and I spend my nights dreaming of all the different ways I can be the shit in the sack."
"Oh yeah?" That perked her up, quick.
"Hells yeah...Plus, despite the fact that I had you on the brain when I suggested the song Britt and Mike sang -and I do wanna be your man- you're my home girl first and foremost. I would never let you engage in anything with me that was less than completely satisfying. Boo, trust; I got this."
"Well, nerdy...let me know something. How we gonna work this?"
'Cedes didn't know this, but I had my shit already mapped out. "First you and I are gonna indulge in a little bit of sideways 69...or 68 if you prefer. I'm cool with you owing me one. I'm looking forward to keeping that promise I just made you, believe that…"
Oh, what the hell? 'Cedes was looking real intrigued right about now. I kept going.
"…Then, once I get you to the point where you're screaming your sexy head off and coming all over my chin, I'm gonna take the opportunity to perform a little bit of pre-emptive deflowering, courtesy of the brand new dildo I ordered on Amazon not too long ago…"
The look on her face just went from intrigued to excited and impressed right before my very eyes. I wasn't finished yet though.
"…Once you're used to the stretch and ready to ride, ya boy fully intends to walk you through the motions like your own personal sexy tutor."
Okay, Baby looks downright lecherous after hearing that little bit. "Sound good to you?" I parroted the same words I'd just used while she rode my hand.
"Sound's great, baby…" That name sounds even better coming off her sexy lips. "But why would I ever want to owe you one? Mama wants a taste too!" Mercedes was looking all flirty; raising one eyebrow and doing that half-grin thing. I ain't even acknowledge what she said, since I wanted some of my blood to stay in my damn brain. I just concentrated on directing her attention to my bedside table where all my supplies lived. She handed me the vibrator I'd bought, several condoms, and a bottle of flavored lube. Then my girl laid down beside me for a kiss.
We made out for a while. I wanted Mami to get used to us being close like this for a minute and realize how right this felt before we took our relationship to the head, so to speak. I didn't even try to get her out of that lingerie, because I remember the first time Britt ever stripped me bare; I'd felt so vulnerable and exposed. I wanted to do this, but I also needed Mercedes to feel like getting bucket naked with me was the most natural thing she could ever do. When I'd sucked on her tongue long enough to relish in her hands traveling all over my body I decided it was time to get this show on the road. That's when I pecked Mercedes one last time and demanded, "That's enough of that Ma; head to feet!"
So 'Cedes slid my shorts and boxers down my thighs, then repositioned herself so that we were finally in 69 position. We both lay on our sides, and my head was resting on top of her pillowy-ass right thigh while the left one grazed my cheek. I spent a few seconds relishing in the feeling of her sexy legs covering my ears and enveloping my head, while nuzzling her mound with my closed lips. I drank in her scent, smiling as I inhaled deeply. 'Cedes seemed to be fondling me and taking in the texture of the first penis she'd ever seen in person. I was hella cool with the exploring, since her hands were soft and I could feel her breath across my glans. My baby might have been moving slow, but damned if I was about any of that shit. I went right to town smooching her clit and caressing her folds while kneading the flesh of her backside simultaneously. One thing I learned the hard way from Brittany was that while tongues are soft, their tips can get darty and stiff. Which means that attacking a clit to roughly, too fast is in no way enjoyable for a female. I made sure to coax her pretty little bud out of hiding using soft, feathery swipes with the broad side of my tongue and slippery strokes with my fingers. I tasted Mercedes juices, which were warm and sweet, every time I met her pussy hole with my taste buds. And I made sure to suck gently whenever I planted a loving kiss between those beautiful nether lips. Baby girl's hips were gyrating, but not much; maybe because she'd already come so hard that her next orgasm would be less intense. Or maybe we had us a slow build situation going on here. But either way I was determined to up my game. I latched my lips to my baby's clit, removed my hands from paradise, and reached around me to grab the toy, condoms, and lube… cause for real? Ya boy is all about the multitasking.
The vibrator was a Rabbit; it was pink and made of soft rubbery material. I dug the specs of this toy, Sex in the City fame notwithstanding, because the thing is a multitasker just like me. It's designed to provide both clitoral and vaginal stimulation at the same time. There are women out there who can totally get off on vagina play alone, and I bought this thing just in case the next woman I bedded fell into that category. It seemed to offer the most stimulation; what with the speed controls and the hundreds of beads rotating inside the barrel and all. Plus, I make it my business to go above and beyond when it comes to matters that concern the almighty pussy. I covered it with a rubber and spread strawberry flavored lube across the tip, then turned the dildo part on low.
By this time, Mercedes had gotten comfortable stroking my dick and fondling my balls. Maybe she'd been a little worried about man-handling my package, but was now satisfied that she wouldn't hurt me. I probably should have told her that if anything, she could probably treat me a little rougher than the average dude. Anyway, my girl was occupied with kissing and licking the tip of my dick. I felt her lips surround my head, and the swipes she made with her tongue while my cock was still encased in her mouth. It felt so good I used the same maneuver on her clit. We both hummed. Then I pressed the lubed and humming Rabbit up against her pussy.
I made a meal of licking her clit around and around, while she used her tongue to lick my shaft base to tip. I sucked and licked the outer edges of her hole, feeling the toy vibrate against my teeth; while she found the vein on the underside of my manhood. I painted her pussy with my whole orifice; while she finally took all my eight inches into her mouth, sucking the entire time. We pleased each other in every way we could come up with; and made every single stroke count. I know for a fact I was smiling my ass off directly pressed into 'Cedes pussy, and I swear I felt her moan around my dick. The entire time, I used Bunny Boy to push into her little bit by little bit. Those hip movements Mercedes had been making? The ones that started out as small dips and circles? Well, they had graduated to full-out undulating humps by then. I was getting a mouthful of beautiful, creamy twat every few seconds or so, whether I craned my neck to seek it out or not. It actually made my job a lot easier, and allowed me to concentrate on fucking my girl gently with the dildo.
While I opened her up and tongued her down, 'Cedes got more comfortable with manipulating Artie Junior. She used her hands, wet with saliva, to cup and caress my balls exactly right. She covered her teeth with those beautiful lips and tried to swallow me whole. I felt kisses being placed along the sides of my shaft and swirls being licked into the head of my dick. I completely lost my shit when I felt my girl take both balls between her lips, though. I came so hard the shit surprised my own ass. Luckily, it happened at the exact same time that I felt her clit jump for joy between my lips. I had just turned the clit-stimulating part of the Rabbit on, and placed the little fucker's ears around my girl's hot spot. It buzzed and hummed around her nub while I lick-attacked it like the championship pussy-muncher I strive to one day become. I'd also licked my thumb and pressed it into her asshole slightly, for a little more sensation…and was rewarded by a scream like something out of a sexy-ass horror movie. I could see, plain as the glasses on my face that Mercedes' pussy was well in to a serious orgasm. She went buck wild humping my face and grabbing for my hair. Her legs formed a vice grip on me and for a second I couldn't breathe. But I managed to push Mr. Pink and Buzzy all the way in while she clenched and spasm-ed around him. That Bunny was one lucky motherfucker.
When it became clear that 'Cedes's orgasm high was coming down I shut off the clit stimulator and turned the barrel rotation part on high; using it to dick my girl down for the first time. I was jealous, but it was beautiful to behold. Mercedes' pussy welcomed my toy. It was tight, I knew that much without being inside her myself…but the wetness she and I had worked to build up was doing its job and making the entry both easy and enjoyable. 'Cedes was wearing this look of utter and undeniable pleasure all over her face. And every time I removed my friend from her she moaned some variation of "Please…don't stop…fuck me!" I gave her what she wanted for a minute before I spoke.
"You get what you needed, Boo?" I wanted to be sure, even though I was already fairly certain my girl enjoyed losing her technical virginity as much as I did. I kept pushing in and out slowly, amazed at how juicy her pussy was.
"Shit, man…"
I guess that was a yes. "So you ready to ride now? Are you up to getting on top, Babe?"
Mercedes POV:
If I was the type of person to speak without thinking…like Santana, Puck, or Brittany, I might have answered Artie's question by telling him "No, I can't move yet; cause I can't feel my legs." But that would have been insensitive. So I nodded and pushed A-Team fully onto his back, and mounted him like I knew what the hell I was doing. I slid his dick inside myself and marveled at the way Abrams had managed to deflower me without causing me any pain. I enjoyed all the attention my lower half was receiving, and the truth is that I was already well on my way to another orgasm…which was delightful to find out since I'd had no earthly clue I was capable of multiples. I also relished in the feeling of being penetrated; it was amazing how Artie had managed to get me hooked on it, just that fast.
Once he was fully seated inside me, the skinny little dictator started to "instruct" me on how to ride his dick correctly. I could tell from where I was that he was totally getting off on bossing me around. He licked his lips to catch the remaining pussy juice smeared around his mouth while smiling like a damn loony bird. I bent over to kiss him again, because I think "me-on-him" is my new favorite flavor. Artie pushed me gently away from his lips and forced me to sit up.
"Babygirl, you're gonna want to lean down later on...since that's the best way for our pubic bones to meet. And I plan to let you; when it's time for you to topple over into the last throes climax. But first, we're gonna let the sensations build; so I want you to sit up straight."
I straightened up and the look of absolute admiration that crossed over Artie's face when I did made my cheeks hot. I felt sexy and needed. I'd kept my teddy on the entire time we did sixty-nine, but I wanted skin to skin contact now. So I pulled my lingerie off over my head while Artie raised his praise hand and thanked Jesus.
"Beautiful, just like I knew all of you would be," he complimented, before getting back on track. "Now, first of all, you should know that the key to riding a dick is leverage. If you wanna feel me sliding in and out of your lovely pussy, you're going to have to use some to maneuver your body up and down. You can use your knees, or your feet. Give it a try."
I placed all my weight on my knees and experimented with straightening my legs slightly before relaxing them again. The result was feeling his hard cock retreat before coming back home. It felt beautiful.
"Try rolling your ass-meat, Love. Kinda like when you do the 'Uh-Oh' whenever Beyonce sings. But more circular."
I did and, again, it felt fucking marvelous. So marvelous, in fact, that I count keep my hands on my thighs anymore. I reached down and placed my palms on Artie's stomach. He responded by stroking the skin of my arms and legs. I could swear I felt that boy's body hump at me too, though I might have just been projecting.
"That's what I'm talking about; now try it with your feet planted flat on the bed, Babe."
I followed his advice and used my legs to raise and lower myself. It made the penetrations go deeper and the sensations more intense. I started doing the ass-roll and saw stars. His dick felt perfect sliding in and out of my channel and the friction was beyond perfect. Artie clutched at my hands and intertwined his fingers with mine while I increased the tempo of my thrusts and bit my lip to keep from babbling. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I arched my back almost involuntarily. Our bodies moved methodically and languidly… I felt Artie deep within my walls and itched to feel a climax that I could savor while connected to him so fully. I was drenched in sweat, enough for me to ponder briefly how many calories a person burns having great sex; and there were tears forming in the backs of my eyes in response to the orgasm I was really close to having.
"Okay, Boo; bend over. I want to feel your whole body on mine. Get down here."
I bent at the waist and pressed my breasts against his chest. I raised my hands to stroke his sweaty neck and kissed Artie sweetly while I used my hips to rock him slowly. I felt my clit come into direct contact with the base of his dick and it quivered in response to the contact. Now I knew exactly why, last year when we studied Othello, I was always so intrigued by Iago's mention of the "beast with two backs." Artie and I were connecting more fully right then, than I'd had ever dreamed possible. His hands were gripping mine, our noses and lips barely touched. My belly was being stroked comfortingly by his, and I felt the skin of his thighs meet the flesh of mine. We were literally the same person in that moment, and the thought made me extremely happy. Like one being with two backs, four hands, and two heads…we tumbled into climax at the exact same time. I kissed Artie's swollen lips in thanks, and he rewarded me by immediately falling asleep. I removed the condom, cleaned him up with a washcloth from the bathroom, and climbed into bed with Artie while covering us both up.
Before I went to sleep, I came to the conclusion that getting into a relationship with Artie is probably the smartest decision I've ever made. He and I have always clicked, but tonight was honestly the first time I ever really noticed how well. I mean, I came over here, wanting to explore the new feelings I was developing for a guy I already loved. I convince myself to become worried about the logistics of expressing my recently changed feelings, only to find out they guy was already several steps ahead of me. Maybe my problem up to now has been the type of guy I like… and an Uber-Nerd should have been on my radar from Jump Street. Or maybe I'm just the sort of girl whose love interests should always start out as good friends. Whatever the case, I'm ecstatic that I decided to give this thing with Artie a try. With that in mind, I rolled over and fell asleep with my arms wrapped around Artie's naked waist.
The End
A/N: I really, really think Kevin McHale as Artie Abrams is sexy as fuck. Like, seriously the boy is King of the Hot Nerds in my eyes. So in my head a first time with him is about the best a girl can do. But I'm sure others of you disagree…
Please, take some time and leave me a review telling me which of these one-shots were your favorite. I want to know which dynamic spoke to my readers the most. And which paring is the best representation of Mercedes Jones' capacity to show affection. We don't see enough of it in canon…the girl is damn near asexual. So if I want her ass happy, I have to make the shit up myself! So let me know something, ya'll!