Big Girls Can be Sexy Too!

Pairings: Puck/Mercedes, Finn/Quinn, Tina/Mike

Author Note: Homage and all agreements with Isis Aurora Tomoe, Never Piss off Mercedes was a complete inspiration…as you can tell from the title.

Recommendation/Dedication: This chapter is still dedicated to TellNoOne. So loved his/her Newton's Law, the story is like spicy bbq sauce…hot and sweet at the same time; very nice. I highly recommend that you YouTube the section/chapter titles. They are all really great songs.

BTW: I was Mercedes in high school…maybe that's why I like her so very much.

BTW 2: If you would like to see Mercedes Outfit for this date, check out the link in my Profile. It will lead you to my Flicker Account for this story. The dress is quite fabu if I do say so myself.

BTW 3: I am modeling the glee competitions on Georgia's High School choir Competitions, they say write what you know. So this is what I know; besides it gives others better opportunities to shine.

THANKS: Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed. You have made this story a joy to write…well the reviews, and Puck's potty mouth. When writing for Puck one never needs to search for euphemisms. But I could always use more Positive Reinforcement. ;)

Author's Note: Could someone please PM me the title of the story with the lines detailing how all the Glee guys have noticed some part of Mercedes it includes the phrase "Artie almost has an orgasm every time she sings." Please and Thank you Very Much!


Chapter 9

Me and Those Dreamin Eyes of Mine

Mercedes PoV

"What makes you think I'd want his mouth on me, Mama? Or is it that you would like to see Sam's big lips sucking my cock?" Puck asked with a smirk.

"Ummm." I moaned a bit at the thought. My panties were soaked and the front of his pants weren't much better. He leaned up and nipped at my neck, demanding an answer without words. "I could definitely see the appeal in watching Sam blow you. Just as I'm sure that you could see the appeal in watching Sam suck my nipples from between my legs. But I don't think I could be 'that girl'. Sam is kinda of my friend. After everything he and his family went through last year, and prom and all… I don't think I could see him as just a sextoy. And I refuse to ruin what we have by daydreaming about Trouty Mouth."

Puck kissed me deeply. Sometimes I can feel his love for me almost tangibly in his kisses. This was one of those times. So I was surprised when he actually continued about Sam. "Yeah, but Sam he's a good guy. He's liked you since Prom. If he hadn't had his head all turned around by Quinn with her desperation to show Finn that she wasn't upset by his feelings for Rachel, you guys might have hooked up last year." Puck said quietly. "I just feel kinda sorry for him. He felt like he had to help Quinn because of how much she helped his family, otherwise he would have asked you out before you lost weight. But I just scooped you up after wards. And it makes me feel kinda scummy."

"So what you figure you would share me with him, and feel better?" I asked not mad, or sad or anything but confused. "And how do you even know all this."

"Well I know some of it because EVERYBODY thinks I'm a lot dumber than I am. I see stuff others don't notice. Then there is the fact that Evans was the one to come up to me and tell me that if I didn't take care of you he would find some way to kick my ass. Damned if I didn't believe him too." Puck answered. "Could I share you with Evans? Yeah I could because I know he loves you just as much as I do. Besides, this is about the only way to keep him from getting mauled to death by the she-beast Quinn is becoming. She's already spazzing about prom queen again."

His lips were so close to my ear. How cruel is he to make a conversation about another dude all sexy like this. I rocked my hips forward, loving the sensation of grinding on his reawakening erection. "Man I've never even had sex with one boy…now you are trying to convince me to have it with two?" I asked for further clarification.

Puck busied his hands gathering my corset, sitting up and helping me get it back on. "Not just sex…all of it. The dates, the making out. Maybe eventually the sex. But there is no rush…Sam just got Quinn's claws out of him thanks to Tina. Besides call me selfish…but I want to be your first. I can share you…but I want that little bit of you just for us."

"I'm still not sure I'm down with this. I'm not a toy to be shared with your friends." I huffed, starting to see past my hormones, and to the actual and factual of the situation.

"Lil Mama trust me. I have no need to share you with anybody." Puck said sealing his words with a kiss. "Besides you taste so damn good, I so don't think there is enough of you to go around. I want to eat your sexy ass up." He groaned against her ear.

"Oh Puck…but what if I wanted to be shared?" I asked keeping my voice deceptively sweet.

"Then you Divalicious…are completely shit out of luck. You're mine. I'm yours and neither of us is sharing anything with anybody else." Puck said before taking my mouth with his. This kiss was fierce and dominant and so possessive it almost scared me. "Mine." He groaned against my lips.

"Sexy Mama, I never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. But if I didn't tell you what I was thinking, you'd have ripped me a new one and that's what I was thinking about. Besides, you would have known if I lied. So don't worry about it. You have no desire to do it, so we won't. Part of me thinks I suggested it simply because you are the first girl to really be MINE, and I'm kinda worried that I'm gonna fuck it up." Puck said gently pushing my hair behind my ear.

I pressed my lips against the corner of his mouth. "The only way you can mess this up is to cheat on me or treat me like with disrespect. I care about you too much to play with your heart."

We made out for a few more minutes, just basking in each other's kisses until our alarms signaled that it was time to get me home. Of course even after he took me home, I fell into my bed my mind swirling with the thoughts of exactly what being his entailed.

The next morning I was up early for a teenager on the weekend. I was up by ten. In fact I was up, dressed; ok so it was a couple of tank tops, yoga pants, and fuzzy slippers, but it wasn't my pajamas… that has to count; right. I had a nice healthy breakfast, and found a note from my parents telling me that they are spending the day in the city with my uncle and aunt and won't be back until late. Apparently Baby Duck…(my uncle Donald's childhood nickname) got his hand on some tickets to the opera and they were all going to go. Guess that's a great evening if you are grownups. The house to myself. Hell to the Yeah! I headed to the living room to veg out. Thinking it was way too early to bother anyone for company, plus there is the fact that I've never been one to have trouble being by myself.

That lasted all of forty-five minutes. I grabbed my cell and hit speed dial. "You are so fucking lucky I love you. Do you realize how early it is?" Puck answered.

"Yes, I also realize that my parents are at my uncles' for the day. Wondered if you had any plans?" I asked coyly.

"Shit, Lil Mama, you ain't said nothing but a thang. Let me get my shit together. I'll be there in an hour tops." He assured me.

"Be safe 'til I see you again." I said smiling slightly.

"Lil Mama, Say Yes might be the sexiest single song in the history of the world; but you HAVE GOT to stop listening to so much Marsha Ambrosius." He teased back. "Wear something sexy, or nothing at all." he said instead of goodbye.

Oh shit. I just invited my boyfriend over, and I have no clue what the hell to wear. I took a deep calming breath. This was easy. It's Puck and we'll probably just veg out and play video games maybe make out some. I ran upstairs and traded my yoga pants for a long cotton skirt the same color of blue as the bottom tank top. I quickly put on a push 'em up bra and shimmied my layered tanks back into place. I unwrapped my weave brushing it out, and sweeping it into a low side ponytail. I chose some shimmery mocha gloss and headed to the kitchen. By the time the doorbell rang I had some cinnamon rolls in the oven and coffee made.

Gimme That
Puck PoV

When Lil Mama opened the door, all I could do was fucking drool. She was barefoot and her tits looked too damn fine in her tank top and God she smelt even better than the cinnamon rolls I could smell coming from the kitchen. "Mien God you are too fucking hot."

"Watch the language, isn't today your Sabbath?" She gave me a smile while ushering me into the house and closing the door.

I pressed her against the hard wood of the door, and kissing her deeply. "Yeah, and I can bet you money that I will be doing more thanking God today than any other Sabbath I've ever seen." I teased back. "Thank you Jehovah for giving me a girl with zaftig tits like these."

"What does that mean?" Lil Mama asked. "The only Yiddish I know comes from Nanny re-runs."

"Zaftig…it means juicy, plump. Like your beautiful lips, sexy ass or pretty tits." I respond. I'm pressing my erection into the soft flesh of her belly and loving the fact that I have all day to spend with my girl.

"Look at you sweet talking. But babe…you can just put him away for a minute. Those frickin' cinnamon rolls are calling my name. I can only have, like, one so you can take the rest home with you later." Mercedes chides pressing a kiss to my neck.

"You keep kissing my neck and I'm gonna have to make you forget all about the pastry." I growl into her ear. God she makes me so fucking hot.

"Honey chile," She began in an exaggerated southern accent, "these are my great-grandma Ethel's secret recipe cinnamon rolls, not some stupid store bought, or pop a can rolls. If you can forget these, you must have full blown amnesia." She laughed as she dragged me to the kitchen.

Mercedes gave me a saucy grin as she tore off a piece of one and popped it into my mouth. "Holy Shit!" I moaned. "These taste like you. You taste like these." I groaned stuffing a whole one into my mouth. It was a pastry version of Lil Mama's sweet, yummy pussy juice. I mean more cinnamony, but the closest thing I've ever had to that exquisite flavor that bursts on my tongue when she and I are making out and I lick my fingers after she's cum all over them, or last night when I was finally able to bury my face between her sexy thighs. "I could eat these forever."

I really couldn't though cause they just really, really, REALLY made me want my girl even more. So I rushed us through the very thoughtful brunch. "Thank you. That was wonderful. They tasted really good. Now, will you let me see your bedroom?"

She gave me a sweet kiss. And reminded me. "I'm not ready for sex yet Puck."

"Don't worry, Lil Mama, there is still tons of stuff we can do. First and foremost, I'm gonna bury my face between those thick sexy thighs, and eat that sweet little cunt of yours until you are crawling trying to get away from me." I whisper next to her ear, before I swipe the tender shell with my tongue. I must have said the right thing because she pulled me behind her up the stairs, and I found myself wishing like hell she had put on a shorter skirt. "So any idea what time your parents are going to be home?" I asked curiously.

Ok so maybe it wasn't just curiosity. I wanted to make sure that I didn't have to try to get out her window. I give it a glance and yeah her tree is like eight or nine feet from her window sill. Smart move Mr. Jones. If my daughter looks anything like Mercedes, I'm not even letting a tree grow THAT close to her window, and there might be bars as well. Yeah if she looks like her mother there will be bars. Wait, did I just think, whoa; back that thought train up. Who am I, Evans?

"Well, my uncle got them all tickets for the Opera. That won't even start until around eight, so we have til around one maybe two. Why? You got to go to temple." She said giving me a cheeky smile.

"We can go if you want. You are always welcome." I said with a smile. Maybe if I weren't PUCK I'd have said that somehow the thought of her going with me to temple made me feel warm inside. But me, I just continued. "You wouldn't even be the only black person there. Berry's black Dad usually comes with them to temple."

"So why is he always alone at our church the next morning?" She said rolling her eyes. "See, that's just what I was telling her ass on Friday. They don't show that man no damn respect. They treat him like they don't give a shit about what matters to him."

I thought for a long minute. "I never really thought about it like that but Damn. Rachel always talks about being Jewish and shit but she rarely mentions her Black dad, unless there is some point she wants to make. Wonder how much different she would be if her black dad's sperm had won the race."

'Cedes gave me a contemplative look, "Maybe she wouldn't be such a fashion victim. And maybe, just maybe we wouldn't have to hear show tunes every time she opens her mouth."

"Damn, that would be great." I laughed. I continued looking around her room. "You know I think you have even more first place trophies and Ribbons than Rachel does." I looked at one, looked at her and then looked at the trophy and sash again. "Oh my GOD-you were a Little Miss Ohio!"

Yeah, whoever said black people don't blush, is either a liar or an idiot. "Yeah, when I was four." She mumbled, blushing and embarrassed.

"Hell yeah!" I laughed back. "My very own beauty queen. Shit you were chosen from among all the little girls in the whole state of Ohio as the most beautifulest girl in the state. Did you go on to Little Miss USA?" she pointed at a first runner up sash. "See you are the most Beautifulest girl in the world." I teased. "You know Quinn would kill for these. She wants a crown like most people want food."

"I know. She goes crazy for Prom Queen. I wonder if she thinks she'd gonna have a chance at the crown this year? She's gotten Finn back." She asked climbing onto her bed.

"I am valiantly resisting all the short jokes that scream to be made with the way you just CLIMBED onto that bed." I teased before toeing off my shoes and joining her. "Man it's still crazy to me how much I just like being with you, talking to you. I want to know everything there is to know about you."

"I'm glad…but there really isn't that much to tell." She said shyly. But I got her to start talking. She told me about growing up in Columbus and how it felt when her family moved up here to Lima. She told me how strange it was to get her and be at the bottom of the social scene when was used to being one of the cool kids. She talked about how her older brother, who had already graduated high school before the move, related to her stories of slushy facials as though they were exaggerations he just couldn't fathom.

"did I ever apologize to you for how much of a douche bag I was?" I groaned falling back onto the bed and burying my head in pillows that smelled so much like her I found my shorts getting tighter. I leaned up on my elbows, "You know, you are too good to all of us. I mean Quinn was a supreme bitch to you, but you still took her in and loved her like a sister when she was kicked out. Then she just dropped you like a hot potato. And me. I mean God let me count the ways you have forgiven me. Slushy facials, knocking up Quinn and Baby gate. Fake relationships. Just why—how can you be this just kind?"

"I don't forgive you guys for you. i mean, do you know what kind of bitter evil bitch I would be if I didn't find it within me, no within God to just let go of the anger, the hurt." She gave me a warm, loving smile. "So I've let go and let God…and apparently He has decided that you and I should me together for a while."

"Thank the Lord, then." Hopefully that while could last I don't know fifty, sixty years. Crap. I'm pulling an Evans again. I shook off the thought and pulled her onto my chest.

"Yeah, you should cause I even forgave you for that short joke a minute ago." She said, even as she swatted me on the stomach.

"You can't hit me for something you forgive me for." I groan pitifully.

"Yeah I can." She smiled and pressed kisses to my shirt.

I managed to get the offending article of clothing off without dislodging her, and joked. "So that's what's hot in the streets?"

"Please-baby- pulease- Puck, don't try to be street. I'm still laughing at your boy Stargent." She said moving over me. My sexy girlfriend sat over me, straddling my hips. I couldn't bite back my moan, or hold my hips back from pressing up into her. The thought that there were only 3 measly layers of fabric, keeping from resting my cock against the sweet wet heat of her, was almost my undoing.

Motivation

Mercedes PoV

Puck settled his hands on my hips, before snaking them around and grabbing big handfuls of my ass. That boy sure does like the booty. He pressed forward with his wrists, which I took as a signal to bend down. I captured his lips in a kiss that made my toes curl. I was in total can complete contro and got a little heady with it. "Besides." I teased when I broke the kiss. "I'm what's hot."

"Damn straight," He growled leaning up and pulling me back into his embrace. When we broke to catch our breath, he smiled. "I've been saying that for years." he worked his hands under my shirts.

"I suppose you'd like me to lose my shirts." I smirked, trailing my nails over the taunt skin of his chest. I leaned down and whispered into his ear. "What's in it for me?" I teased. I could feel his nose against my cleavage, and thought that maybe I was pushing too far. But some naughty part of me couldn't wait to see what happened with I pushed his buttons.

"How about I DON'T rip the damn things off you? Last night I got my first REAL taste of you, and I am fucking dying to get my mouth on your skin. Besides, I want to see you in the full light of day." He growled. I could tell that Puck preferred to be the teaser rather than the teased.

I gave him a commanding look. A look that I hoped told him I meant business, sexy business, but business none the less. "You need to put your hands against the headboard, and leave them there." I told him sternly. Apparently My boy Puck likes to be told what to do,' cause he just rose to the occasion admirably. I swear I don't see how he has any blood left in the rest of him.

"Fuck Me!" he hissed as he complied.

"Not today…but soon. If you are a very good boy, soon." I said as I worked my layered tanks over my head. I'm sure he wasn't expecting the bra, considering that the tanks have built in bras. I'm probably the only girl of his acquaintance who would need the added support. Thank goodness that this one was sexy as well as functional. "You may rest your hands back on my waist."

Of course in true Puck Fashion, he listened, in his own way. He put his hands on my waist. Fingers splayed, covering as much skin as he could. "Fuck, seeing my hand against your beautiful skin is sexy as hell Lil Mama." He muttered, and pulled me back in for a kiss. God that boy could kiss. By the time he finished drugging my senses with his oral seduction, he'd gotten that bra unhooked and most of the way down my arms. He just gave me a naughty grin, and threw my bra halfway across the room. He flipped us so that he hovered over me. "You of all people should know that when I'm good…I'm good…but when I'm bad I'm better." He teased before lowering his mouth to mine again.

This time I was cognizant of the clothing removal, I even helped, and when we broke apart I was clad only in my black satin panties. "You are so fucking beautiful to me. Bei Mir Bist Du Shayn. I don't know how I missed it for so long." he whispered reverently. "I was ferblunjit, just all mixed up. but now I can see. I see you."

My heart swelled. I'm not sure what the Yiddish words meant exactly. But I could tell that they came from deep within his heart. I know that discussing his feelings is very difficult for Puck, so this is probably his way of telling me how he felt, without the fear. "I see more beauty in you than you will probably ever see in yourself. You have a wonderful heart, the glimpses I see when it sneaks from behind that wall of bad-ass lets me know there is so much more to Noah Ezra Puckerman, than just Puck." I tell him hoping that he can see the meaning behind my words as I see the one behind his.

If the kiss he gave me was any indication, he did. That boy kissed me with a fierceness and passion, and more love than I've ever felt before. I poured my heart into that kiss and when he drew back I KNEW he had felt it. I blushed and tried to turn away, but he wasn't having any of it. "You are mine. And I'm yours." He said trying to express this in his way.

I could only nod and tell him I understood. This time his kiss was all fire. As he let his lips enrapture me, his hands flowed over every dip and swell of me from shoulders to hips. Soon his lips were charting their own map of my body. He drew them over my shoulders and down across my chest. He didn't stop to play with my breasts, rather finding unknown sensitive skin on my sides and tummy. He skipped over my still panty clad hips, dropping a small kiss on my covered mound of Venus, before dragging his lips over the flesh of my thighs and knees, even my lower legs and feet were treated to nibbling kisses. I felt worshiped. He made his way back up my body, finally sucking a nipple into his mouth.

"Yeasss!" I hissed. I hadn't realized how much I was wishing for that until he did it.

Sweet Lady

Puck PoV

The feel of her tit in my mouth was even better in broad daylight. Here in this well-lit bedroom, with her scent all around me. I couldn't stop the thought that I wanted to be the only man to ever have this pleasure. To be the man whose children were nurtured at these breasts. To be the man who sucked the excess milk from them after the children were done. I was harder than I had ever been before in my life. I kissed my way to her other nipple and lavished it with attention, trying desperately to get thoughts of forever out of my mind.

Her sexy body was writhing under me, as I licked sucked and even bit the succulent flesh of her tits. I paid attention to every square millimeter of those chocolate mounds, especially the dark chocolate nipples. "God I love your nipples." I murmured I hope she didn't hear that. That could so be taken the wrong way.

"They are really, really sensitive." She said. Letting me know that yeah, she heard me and nope she didn't take it the wrong way.

I traced letters into the underside of her tits. 'I love you' flowing off my tongue easily with no voice to screw it up. I worked my way down her body, stopping to dip into the depression of her navel. She giggled gently. I worked her panties over her ass and down her legs, before spreading them wide. Now I could see her. Last night taste and touch were the main senses satisfied. Today was a revelry for all my senses. I could hear every sexy sound she made; I could see the prettiest bare little pussy I've ever seen. I could smell the clean and yet sultry smell of her at her most aroused. I could feel the slick hot wetness of her and I could taste the sweet, sweet flavor of that wetness. God knows I have one hell of a sweet tooth. I'm not sure how long I worshiped her with my fingers and mouth. I do know that she was rocked with at least seven very powerful climaxes before I lost count. I also know that I didn't stop until she was literally trying to turn over and crawl away from me.

I backed off the bed and had to open my shorts. Thank god I'd worn khakis or I might have done some damage. Mercedes gave me a smile like I've never seen on her face. I tried to evade her hand knowing what would happen. As I was eating her out, I'd been rubbing against the bed. The second she touched me, I shot off all over her face and tits. I came in huge ropes of jizz that looked too good against the chocolate of her skin for me to even begin to soften. I kissed her roughly; and stood back to see if she would get mad at me.

Instead she threw back her head and laughed. I love watching her laugh on the best of days, but now she was sitting here looking like some African fertility goddess covered in an offering. I actually felt my knees weaken. I had to sit down. She pulled back on her panties and sat astride me. Slowly she started to move her hips, forward and back then a dip and roll; it was exquisite torture. When she tired of tormenting me that wan she slid back off my lap and off the bed. And she sandwiched my cock between her tits.

"I've only ever read about this. So tell me if I do something wrong." She warned as she slowly started to squeeze my cock with her luscious tits.

Once found her rhythm, I begged, "Bend your head, and lick me." She got exactly what I meant and when the head of my cock peeked from between her tits, she laved it with that marvelous tongue of hers. My hands bunched in the covers of her bed. "God Yes. So good. Never had this before." And I so wasn't bullshitting. I'd never been with a chick who'd had enough tits for titty-fucking. This was unreal. "Damn I love you so fucking much." I screamed as I came coating her face yet again with my spunk. I would have grabbed my phone and taken a picture if I didn't know she would kill me for even thinking of it. As I lay there leaned up on my elbows so that I could memorize the way she looked in that very instant the phone on her night stand started to ring.