A/N: Okay! This one is my favorite. Not even gonna lie…Artie is my dog, for reals, y'all. I tried to involve all my fave story elements. I hoped this thing ended up both sultry and funny. Interesting and riveting. Let me know one way or the other, though.
Thanks Illy! I appreciate the input…
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Glee or Dru Hill's Beauty.
Beauty
Artie POV:
Okay, so I'm not gonna even go into a long drawn out description of Prom Night 2012 or hash out all the details of what happened after I left the dance with Mercedes. You already know she's my woman in name and in fact, finally. And you already know she's a woman in body and mind, finally. So I'll just wrap up telling you about our first night together by saying that I'm mad as hell that it's over.
What you don't know is that my girl woke each other up around 3am, having recharged our batteries while wrapped all around one another. I'm not sure which on of us stirred first, but I do know that when I opened my eyes and started blinking and looking for my glasses my girl was in the process of opening her beautiful brown eyes as well. And because I realized that we'd have to part once the sun rose, I decided to take the opportunity to share some pillow talk with my new lady. Seemed like the perfect time for an intimate conversation.
So I let Mercedes in on the fact that I'd come to a few vital conclusions about our relationship while dreaming. In my slumber, I'd made some very necessary decisions concerning us, that I felt were truly called for. In my mind a few things had to happen if she and I were going to be happy as a couple for always. So I put it all out on front street. First of all, I let her know that I was all the way through singing in the Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry Ball Hog Extravaganza. To my way of thinking, my Mercedes had been patient for two long years, waiting on her chance to be the star of New Directions. And I was over watching her take a back seat. One thing I learned the hard way this past weekend was that a patient person can talk him or herself out of being happy, by simply telling themselves that their time hasn't come. I knew now that if I'd have jumped on it and displayed my feelings for 'Cedes when I first realized I was having them, I could have saved myself a lot of frustration. So in the spirit of my new Ain't!Shit attitude, I decided to take that particular bull by the horns and give my girl her spotlight. The fact is, that I don't want my Baby to up and quit Glee Club someday in the future in a angry ass snit-fit, all because she couldn't control her emotions during an argument with Berry. So I let Babygirl know I was gonna get her the star spot. And if Rachel Berry has a damn thing to say about it she was gonna get her ass told. Mami beamed.
The second thing we discussed was my plan to nip all the budding-ass crushes and flirtations I see coming down the pipeline right in the direction of my girl. I told her that I refused to lose another lady love to one of my more burly Glee-mates, and explained to Miss Jones why I felt it was going to be necessary for me to put certain members of the club on blast. I informed my lady that, cute as she is, she never manages to realize it when someone is flirting with her because she always thinks the shit is so innocent. So I'm going the hell off on every cat in Glee who ever looked at my girl too long. It goes against my better and more evolved nature, but this it's also what's called "doing what the hell you gotta do." And I'm dead ass serious about the consequences being both long-reaching and soul-shattering. My Boo looked at me like I was crazy as hell after I said this, but knows me well enough to back off when I dig my heels in. It was probably the best response I could hope for.
The last thing I told 'Cedes was how we had to go about telling my parents about us. I was actually apprehensive to bring it up, because she could very well have had a problem with certain aspects of my plan. But I know my parents, and I know how they think. So I just manned up and broke it all down.
"Baby we can't tell my parents we're a couple yet."
My girl straddled me just so she could give me some screw face. But I didn't mind the vision of her breasts heaving and her delectable mouth pouting. "Why not?"
"Because as much as my parents love you, it's too soon," I explained. I was a little ashamed, so I averted my eyes for a second. "I made the colossal mistake of sharing the details of my sexual past with Brittany with them, and it resulted in a lot of rules which made it hard for us to spend time together alone. I don't want that to happen to us."
"Artie!"Mami was outraged and appalled. "Why would you even tell your parents about that?"
"It's kind of a huge part of being disabled, Baby." Mercedes was probably feeling sort of sympathetic when she realized my injuries played a part, because instead of asking another question, she just lay down on top of me. She felt so good in my arms I almost forgot to keep on making my point. "See, diagnostic tests can't gauge sexual function well enough to really chart how sensate a paralyzed person is likely to be down there. So pretty much since I started high school, my doctors and parents have made it clear that I was expected to share as much as I was comfortable with about how handi-capable my ass turned out to be."
I felt my girl's head nodding against me. "Go on…"
"When Britt took my virginity I was really happy about it; the shit was a total fucking milestone. And I may have shared the information with my dad in a way that bordered on TMI."
"So…'Dad, guess what? I can have sex… and I just banged a Cheerio!' didn't go over very well?"
"Not really," I chuckled. "My Dad was proud of me for having managed to attain a little more normalcy, but he never really liked Brittany as a girlfriend for me. So when I went on and on about all the stuff she was planning on teaching me, and how I couldn't wait for more sex lessons….well, you get the idea."
"Okay, that makes sense," she allowed. "But what about Mrs. Nancy?"
"Well, Moms wasn't nearly as overjoyed about the sexual function as Dad was. In her head, a working dick isn't something that rational people run around bragging about…"
Babygirl chuckled.
"…but what she really didn't like was the way me and Britt's relationship was pretty much all about sex. We didn't talk on the phone much, or text one another constantly. We never read the same books, and didn't share any classes outside of Glee. We didn't hang out and play video games together, and none of our dates happened outside of the house. Our entire thang was all about us going to her house after school and on the weekends to fuck. Moms thought I deserved more."
"Moms is right…"
"I know that, now. But the damage is done…"
"So what does that have to do with us not telling them we're a couple now?"
I stroked her back and kissed her cheek before replying. "Because I want to give my folks the impression that they're involved in our relationship from the get-go. If I can convince them that they're active participants while I woo you slowly, then they won't go all overboard trying to establish boundaries and shit."
"I guess I can admit that I don't want them knowing how far we've gone, either…" My girl agreed. "So what do you have in mind?"
"The way I see it…" I started. "… my parents are probably just ecstatic right now that I'm no longer with Britt. So if I tell them I've started having feelings for you, they'll be equal parts excited to have you in the family, and giddy that I'm through with her. Which makes them very likely to try and help me out. I can see my mom inviting you over, then getting out of the way so I can convince you to date me. They'll be cool with us spending a bunch of time together alone because ultimately they want you as my girl."
"That's probably true…" Mercedes said, cockily.
"So today I'll tell my Moms that I have a crush on you. Eventually she'll ask you over for dinner, at which time I'll ask you out in front of them. My folks will be so happy I finally got my head on straight that they'll dip and we can spend another few hours getting busy. By the time I let them know we're together, Nancy and company will be so happy they'll conveniently forget that I'm a freak-deaky son of a bitch now.
"Good plan, Baby. Now pucker up!"
And we made love again. But before sleep could claim us once more, I whispered to my lady that I'd made up my mind to be the best boyfriend she will ever have for the rest of her life. This girl simultaneously manages to be shy and sexy, sweet and sassy… all at the same time. Baby amazes the glasses right off my handsome face. But she looks at me with all this wonderment, like she's not sure if what we're feeling for each other is real or not. So I'm going to do my level best to prove it every chance I get. I let my girl know how much I love her, both as a friend and as a lover. I told her that my plan was to spend the next several decades learning her mind, her body, and her emotions so well that they all felt like my own. And I told her to get ready to be famous at school, because her loverman was about to put all his woo-ing skills on the front burner. I told her I fully intended to make her feel every ounce of my love, starting with Monday morning Glee rehearsal. When I said that, I got a kiss that completely rocked my world.
What with all the waking up to bone, you can probably guess that Mercedes and I ended up getting out of bed later than we'd planned. My alarm went off at 7am and we both managed to struggle into most of our Prom clothes just in time for my mom to make her way downstairs and knock on the door. 'Cedes opened it, and when Moms saw who was on the other side of the doorjamb she broke out into a huge smile.
"Mercedes!" Moms hugged the girl so hard I couldn't even see the purple from 'Cedes dress.
"Hi, Mrs. Nancy! How've you been?"
"Better now that I get to see you! And in that gorgeous dress…" Moms held 'Cedes at arms length and made her twirl around. "…did you two fall asleep playing video games?"
"Yes Ma'am. I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to." Mercedes stammered. "…I apologize for being so disrespec…"
"Oh no, Baby. You're always welcome here. Next time, bring your PJs and have a sleepover…" I shot my girl a knowing smirk. "…If I can't trust you two, who can I trust?"
Mercedes smiled sweetly at my mom. "Okay, Mrs. Nancy."
"Mom?" I finally spoke up. "Cedes is expected at Kurt's, can she leave?"
"Well, I guess…" she came over to yank my hair for being rude. "…since you asked me so nicely. But Mercedes didn't come upstairs to say hello to us last night, and I'm feeling deprived."
"Oh, well…we didn't want to wake you," my lady explained.
""Nonsense! And to make up for it I demand to see you here for Sunday dinner. Will you come?"
"Of course," Mercedes grinned.
"Great…" Moms hugged my girl again and led her out of my private entrance. "See you at 6pm!" Then my girl left without even giving me a goodbye kiss. Didn't matter though, since I still had the taste of her all over my lips.
I lay there in my tuxedo shirt and smiled for about an hour, then went to go talk to my Mom while she made breakfast. I managed to put the bug in her ear about me making a play for Mercedes, but I told her that I'd been rejected. If my mother had any clue that my girl liked me back I knew we'd both suffer for it; so I put the shit out there in a way that suggested that Mercedes only saw me as good friend. That's when Nancy made sure to tell me she was on team Artcedes and would help in any way she could.
When my girl showed up for dinner later that day, I greeted her at the door with a chaste kiss to the cheek and an ass-pat I knew nobody saw. Then we sat in the living room talking to my dad while Mom put the finishing touches on the food. He kept winking at me and complimenting my girl; to the point where if he wasn't happily married, I'd have had something to say about that shit. Dad may have liked the idea of me and Mercedes getting together, but he ain'thave shit on Moms. Her ass was in outright matchmaking mode. Over salad, Moms mentioned how she wished the two of us would hang out more. When she served the pot roast and mashed potatoes she gushed over what a cute couple we'd be together. But when everybody started eating the strawberry shortcake, Nancy showed her ass.
"Mercedes, I hope you don't think I'm being too nosy here, but I have something to ask you."
My baby turned to smile at mother dearest and said "Shoot!"
"My son admitted to me today that his feelings for you are changing. How do you feel about that?"
"Well…" Mercedes blustered. "…Artie told me the same thing. But I haven't decided how I feel about it yet. I mean, we're such good friends…"
"Exactly!" Mom crowed. "You and my son have so much in common. It would really be great to finally see him with a girl he can share things with."
Mercedes had a seriously conniving look on her face when she said, "Oh? Didn't he and Brittany get along?"
Moms rolled her eyes. "If that's what they called it. But they weren't close in the most important ways…they never broke my heart singing duets. They didn't watch movies over the phone together and scream out loud at all the same parts. They never studied together. And she babied him way too much…"
"I'm not really sure what you mean by 'babied'," my girl admitted.
"I mean, during the first conversation Brittany and I ever had, she referred to my son as both a Transformer and a robot! I don't like the idea of Artie dating a girl who's also dating his wheelchair…" Moms pursed her lips. "…that girl carted him around in that thing like he was grown up Baby Alive, and got way too much enjoyment out of picking up and putting him down in other places."
"What do you mean?" Mercedes asked, interestedly. "Like, taking him out of his chair helping him into bed?"
"Yes, like that." Moms looked disgusted. "See, Mercedes… you always let Artie do for himself. It makes me happy to see."
"Well, he's one of my favorite people and I want what's best for him."
"Good, because so do I." Mom asserted. "And I think you're what's best for Artie! So think about it, okay?"
"I will."
"On that note…" I started. "…Mercedes, I'd be honored if you'd consider going out with me tomorrow."
"On a date?"
"Yes…on a date. Nothing fancy, since it's a school night." I explained. "We could go bowling or see a movie."
Moms was vibrating with nerves, and my dad looked at Mercedes all pitiful and expectant.
Mami pretended to think it over, letting me know what a good actress she was, then consented. "Okay, Artie. As long as you promise that we won't let things get awkward between us…"
"I got you, Boo." I don't usually do my Pretty-Fly-For-A-White-Guy speak in front of the 'rents, because Moms is a teacher and we respect the Kings language up in this home. But I slipped and she didn't even speak on it.
"Well, good…then that's all settled." Moms looked so damn pleased with herself it wasn't even funny.
After that we all finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen as a family.
Mercedes POV:
After dinner was over Artie's parents all of a sudden "remembered" a double date they'd arranged with Sam's parents. Something about wanting to treat the newly impoverished couple to a movie after supper. We could both tell how fake the shit was, and I was impressed by how very smart my man is. So they caught out, and Artie and I went downstairs to have little privacy.
Artie's parents are so great about making sure their son feels totally comfortable in his own home. I mean, you always expect a family with an elderly person or someone handicapped to get things like stair climbers and ramps installed in their homes so that their loved one has easy access to things. But Mr. and Mrs. Abrams went the extra mile…they'd remodeled their whole home so that my man could get around without asking for help. It occurred to me that Artie's amazing confidence was probably the end result of the way he'd always been encouraged to do for himself his whole life. Not to mention the chrome wheels on his ride and the fancy leather gloves he liked to sport…
We stepped into the elevator situated in the back of the kitchen near the walk-in pantry (a pantry whose doors were extra-wide, and where all the snack foods were placed at waist level). Then we exited downstairs right outside his bedroom/den of iniquity, so we could relax on the sofa.
"Artie?" I began. Something had been on my mind and I wanted to address it sooner than later.
"Yeah, Woman?"
"Baby, do you get offended when people ask you things about yourself that have more to do with your injury than you? Like, does it bother you a lot?"
Artie seemed to think it over. "Probably no more or less than when folks ask you shit about being Black, I guess." Fair point.
"So then, it's okay in small doses?"
"Exactly," he answered. "I want to play my part in edifying the masses…otherwise the ig'nant will never learn."
We laughed.
"But that 'crip on display/fishbowl' shit is unnecessary as hell."
I understood.
"Well, I wanted to ask you something…partly because I'm new to this sex stuff, and partly because of; well, because of you." I gestured to his wheelchair beside the couch before continuing. "Baby, how do we keep our sex life fresh when "me on top" is basically the only way for us to do it?"
He peered at me, and I couldn't be sure whether or not Artie was offended.
"Not that I mind or anything…" I was quick to add. "…the sex workout plan is one I can totally get behind."
Baby Boy grinned.
"And you're amazing in bed. I honestly just wondered."
"Well…" he started after blushing a little. "…first of all, you betta not be thinking you gon' be using my dick as a weight loss tool. If I gotta start triple feeding yo' ass to keep it all bodacious; please believe I will."
My turn to blush. "But in general terms, I'm sure our sex life can be just as inventive as anybody's…we just have to use our imaginations."
"Like how, for instance?" I was curious.
"Oh, hell no Sista-Girl…you go first. You tell me something that you've always been curious about sexually, and I'll tell you how we can incorporate into our lovemaking."
I was intrigued, to say the least. So I thought for a minute before replying. "I guess I can admit to a few fantasies involving a threesome with us and another girl…"
"Not a dude?" Artie looked insecure so I made sure to nip that in the bud. "Nah…that falls squarely into the category of a 'running a train.' Unless you and the dude were interacting…but I think I'd find that shit weird as hell."
"Thank God for that."
"Also," I laughed, "you're such a little dictator, and I'd love to tie you up or something. To take the reins, so to speak."
"Even though you don't really need me to fake submission?" He seemed apologetic.
"No, it wouldn't take away from the fantasy, especially if you shut up bossin me around for as long as you were tied up."
Artie nodded, he seemed pleased with my answer. "Good, and now I can answer your question honestly. First of all, 'you on top' is far from the only position we can do together. It's really just the tip of the iceberg. You can try new things and perfect your riding technique for the next twenty years, Boo…"
I grinned.
"…You got my permission to throw that sexy thigh over my hip and get your grind on from the side whenever the spirit moves you. And there's a whole variety of backwards ride em cowboy stuff we could try. Like I said, imagination is key."
"Okay."
"Also, why in the hell should us being intimate automatically translate to us getting it in? We can keep shit fresh by switching it up and just playing around. We already get up to all kinds of digital and oral shit. Sky's the limit when we consider all that stuff, Baby."
Sounded good to me."Oh, yeah?"
"Hells yeah…So go'ne over to the bed and grab me six pillows from the bed, Ma…"
I side-eyed my man for jumping from sexy talk to bossing me around without any preamble.
"Hop to, Baby…I'm trying to demonstrate how 'Cedes Day works." He was sliding himself over to the center of the sofa and although I hated to admit it, I hopped to.
"Now, stack three of 'em on my left and three on my right; right up against the side of my hips." I did and smooched him before straightening back up.
"Did I say you could go there yet?"
I shook my head.
"The next time you do something without my express permission I'm-a smack that ass…consider this your one and only warning," my man threatened. "But gon' ahead and get naked from the waist down," he continued.
I started to finally protest the tone that Artie was taking with me, but he smiled sweetly and cut me off mid-curse. "Please?" He almost looked apologetic. "You're the one who asked me how to keep our sex life fresh…" he reminded me.
I couldn't deny that, so I obeyed.
"Gimme your panties…"
Artie caught them mid-air after I threw them at him sarcastically. "That's one booty smack, love. Now bring yo' sexy ass over here and straddle me; knees on the pillows."
I did, only to look down and see that my sex parts were positioned right in front of his face. Artie put his hands behind his back
"No hands, Baby…just like my boy Wacka Flacka Flame…" I took a little time to laugh at him and he held up two fingers. "That's two, girl… Spread your pussy lips…" he ordered.
I used both my palms to open myself to him, just as Artie instructed. He appeared to inspect my vulva before informing me, "I love your pretty pussy, you know that. But it's missing something. I want my name all over this shit next time I see it. So somehow, I'm-a need for this triangular shape you got working now…" he gestured with his forehead toward my fresh Prom-prep bikini wax. "…better look more like an upside down 'A,' you feel me?" I nodded, finally admitting to myself how much his dictation was turning me on.
"So pinch your little clit for me. Play with my pussy…"
I did. I flicked and twirled and ground against my own palm long enough to feel a nut creeping on me before he interrupted. I think the shit was making my Baby way too hot to let me finish. "Let me taste…"
I placed two of the fingers from my right hand in between Artie's lips and then replaced them with two from my left, still humping against dead air.
"Delicious," he declared. "Put two back in, now. Play with yourself some more…"
This had to have been the most amazing masturbatory session of my natural born life. I felt myself gushing around the fingers I'd shoved back in myself and my orgasm was so close I could smell it.
"Hands off your clit…Daddy's thirsty as hell." So I removed my hands. "You can hold it open for me, though…"
I massaged my folds one last time before spreading myself wide for him once more.
"Don't think I ain't catch that last stroke you tried to sneak in, Ma…That's ass pat number 3."
I was about to argue, but…who was I kidding? I wanted Artie to spank me.
Artie gave me a knowing smirk before wrapping his lips around my aching clit, finally. He slurped and sucked, licked and flicked, slobbered and nibbled his way around my clit for as long as I could stand it. Then he magnanimously gave me "express permission" to come.
"Bust it Baby, come for me…" The vibrations from Artie's mouth felt so fucking good I squeaked. Then I flew right into the arms of the amazing orgasm I'd been chasing for so long. I felt a combination of relief, exhilaration, and fulfillment, all at the same damn time. Artie's head was busy diving deeper between my legs so he could drink my secretions directly from the source, and I squealed in response. I was so discombobulated that my knees weakened and shook, and just as I tilted to the right so I could enjoy the last spasms while simultaneously resting, Artie used my sideways momentum to shove me over. I came to rest ass-up right across my man's knees.
…smack, smack, smack, smack, smack…
Artie had doled out the promised three spanks, and apparently two to grow on as well.
I glared as much as a girl who'd just come down from a natural high could glare, and Artie caressed my ass to take the sting away. "Dint' nobody tell you that you could scream…"
I just laughed and got myself straightened up. Artie had made his point, and I knew it would more than likely be the last time I worried about our sex life going stale. 'Cedes Day was now officially my new favorite holiday.
Artie POV:
So Mercedes picked me up for 7am glee rehearsal, and we spent about fifteen minutes of precious make-out time being grilled on our plans for the date that evening by my parents. After that we made our way to McKinley just before 6:30. We kissed in the car and I reminded my girl to get ready for a sexy serenade. The look on her face when I said I was singing to her today could have lit a few candles. She was so happy and surprised. It made me even more determined to make my Boo all kinds of happy.
We got to class, and Mr. Schue wasn't there yet. But everybody else was. Rachel was sitting in the top row right behind Finn and Quinn, casting lovelorn glances at the boy and dirty looks at the girl. Santana and Britt were on the opposite side of where I usually sit, in the front row. Sam was sitting smack dab in the middle of the first row, Kurt was right behind him, congratulating Zizes on her Prom gown. She and Puck were sitting a seat behind him; the Zilla had his head on his girl's chest. Tike was in the corner down the row from Rachel. I rolled in with my girl and got ready to make my announcement.
"Aight, listen up people…" I demanded. "…'Cedes and I have something to say."
Sam perked up when he heard my girl's name, pretty much like I expected, and Tina shot us a knowing look…but everybody else just looked confused.
"Are you about to tell us what happened after the two of you spent the last hour of Prom sucking face?" Tina grinned.
"Sucking face?" Sam blustered. "Wait, did I miss something…are you two a couple now?"
"That's right, Blondie." I told him. "We are. And I got something to sing for my girl."
Mercedes grinned and went to go sit next to Sam, I guess so we could sit in my regular spot, but I shook my head "hell-to-the-no." "Babygirl, go and sit next to Kurt…you're gonna want a hand to hold." And I didn't want Trouty's ass sitting anywhere too close to my girl when I made her all swoony.
She redirected her steps and I rolled over to Brad and the Jazz Band with the sheet music for my song. I thanked them for the accompaniment, since everybody else is always so rude, then rolled back over to where my girl sat. The music started and I let all my pent up feelings out on the first note I sang.
OOOOOOOH, Yeah…
My girl was already feeling the song, and all I'd done was vocalize at that point. It boded well for the performance, in my humble opinion.
Sorry didn't notice you there, Then again you didn't notice me…
I looked deep into her eyes and sang from my heart.
So we'll remain passers-by, Until the next time we speak…
Mami was swaying side to side and biting her lip; grinning her ass off.
I hope that I can make you mine, Before another man steals your heart…
Sisqo wish he had my swag.
And once your beauty is mine, I swear we will never be apart…
You coulda knocked me over with a feather when the rest of the dudes in the room started singing the chorus with me.
Walks by me every day, Her and love are the same, The woman that's stolen my heart… And beauty is her name.…
I figured the Jazz Band members might have already known the words, since we love Dru Hill, and I sing this song all the time.
I'm hoping I can make you mine, Before another man steals your heart,
And once this beauty is mine, I swear we will never be apart …
But Sam, Puck, Kurt, and even Finn knew the song. They sounded okay, but this was my motherfucking show. I blew all their voices out of the water on the high notes and ad-libbed my ass off. Babygirl was still looking dead at me, so I decided she probably didn't even notice my boys trying to help. I took my spotlight back anyway…it was time for verse two.
It didn't take much time to think about, But I didn't want to move too fast…
Mercedes reached out to grip Kurt's hand and fangirl when I pointed at her to emphasize the next line.
'Cause I knew that when I saw you again, That I wouldn't wanna let you pass …
Sam stretched his neck so he could look behind himself to see Mercedes' reaction to my love song. I damn near lost my place, because I was laughing inside at what he found up there. My girl wasn't even thinking about his ass, since her head was leaned up against Kurt's; eyes closed all the way. She was totally into the song. My song.
'Cause my eyes have seen the glory, AH! In the coming of your smile…
I had to close my eyes and let the praise hand fly one good time right then. Cause, Damn! Serenading 'Cedes was giving me the same kind of rush I got from sexing her down. Making her happy was giving me life. I belted out the next line with all my heart.
So I swear if you ever come 'round again, Please stay for a while…
My dudes picked up the chorus right when Schuester dragged his ass in. When he realized what we were singing he joined, too.
Walks by me every day, Her and love are the same, The woman that's stolen my heart… And beauty is her name.…
I was pretty much in soul mode… letting the other guys take the words to the chorus while I told 'Cedes all the ways she could count on me to make her feel beautiful. I gave Sisqo a run for his money, believe that.
I'm hoping I can make you mine, Before another man steals your heart,
And once this beauty is mine, I swear we will never be apart …
When the bridge started, the guys kept going so I could focus on my vocal runs and trills.
You are so beautiful, When I'm down and out I never seem to get tired…
But you know I was feeling my part, so I reached out for my girl to take my hand.
Tired of your love, get tired of you love...
When Mercedes came over to sit on my lap, everybody stood up and started dancing.
Cause you are wonderful…
Finn and Quinn swayed back and forth smiling while Rachel seethed. Then Kurt asked her to shimmy with him and she cooled down.
You're wonderful and I'm just dying, to make you see…
Even Puck and Lauren started looking all lovey-dovey. Mike was twirling Tina around like a ballerina.
Anything you want inside your heart…
Santana and Brittany kissed softly and ground into each other.
You can find right here inside of me…
As hot as that was, all I could focus on at that time was the way 'Cedes relaxed her body against mine and let the words of the song I chose out especially for her wash over us.
Walks by me every day, Her and love are the same, The woman that's stolen my heart…
And beauty is her name…
I would have found it kinda funny that Sam and 'Schuester were the only two not up on anybody, but Mercedes had taken the opportunity to sneak a few little smooches onto my cheek. And I wasn't feeling that shit at all.
I'm hoping I can make you mine, Before another man steals your heart,
And once this beauty is mine, I swear we will never be apart…
So I laid a seriously sexy kiss right on my lady's lips and she responded in kind. Then we proceeded to make out while our classmates and Mr. Schue serenaded us.
Walks by me every day, Her and love are the same, The woman that's stolen my heart… And beauty is her name…
I'm hoping I can make you mine, Before another man steals your heart,
And once this beauty is mine I swear we will never be apart…
"Okay, guys…" cockblocking-ass Mr. Schue. "…Well, well, well. It seems we have a new couple to congratulate! Lots of luck, you two. Take your seats."
This time I rolled my lady over to where I usually sit, but made sure I was between her and Evans.
"So! Nationals…" Schuester started. "…Who's excited?"
We all started whooping, but Rachel took the opportunity to start her shit. "I, for one am extremely excited to have made it this far, and I'd like to take this chance to finally thank you all, collectively and individually, for assisting me as I struggled to make it happen."
Everybody looked around at one another. I was wary of whatever Rachel was about to say, and I had every reason to be.
First she shot condescending looks at both Tina and Kurt in turn. "Tina and Kurt, thank you for all of your soprano and countertenor support. Having an abundance of high notes in the background lends a much-needed richness to my already stellar vocals. You're both a real asset to me." Kurt bristled, and Tina grimaced.
Then she gifted Puckerman and Evans with appreciative nods. "Puck and Sam, one simply cannot run a successful show choir without competent tenors, and I applaud the both of you on the way you accentuate my solos. The two of you have a lot of talent, and I look forward to sharing leads with you both in the future." Puck did that thing from Friends, where you flick your fingers under your chin in the direction of a person you want to fuck off. Sam shook his head and I'm pretty sure I heard him mouth "Bless her heart," which we all know means "fuck that bitch" in Southern.
Next, Rachel started fake clapping and beaming. "Mike and Brittany…you two, along with Quinn and Santana are the best dancers in the group, and I thank you all for keeping my audiences stimulated visually. You guys really help round out the show." Santana pretended to be overjoyed for a split second, sarcastically. Then she stuck her tongue out and started muttering in Spanglish. Britt looked lost, but Mike and Quinn caught one another's eyes and gripped the palms of their boos.
Then Rachel bent down to address Zizes. "Lauren, your loyalty is an inspiration to us all… we wouldn't even be here if you hadn't helped us out at Sectionals. In a way, you're responsible for my milestone. When I win my first Tony, just know I'll be thanking you inside my head" Zizes jumped up and barely missed swiping Berry's head off, and that was only because Puck held her ass back.
Finally she addressed me and my Baby. "Artie, you and Mercedes are the only singers here with the chops to authentically sell performances of an R&B nature… And while we can't utilize them at competition, your contributions are much appreciated here in the choir room! Plus, I couldn't have done any of it without my favorite leading man, Finn. So thank you all."
Everybody in the damn room turned their heads to look back and side-eye her while she went on.
"It's been a lifelong dream of mine to perform on a New York stage, and never would have gotten my shot with all your support. So I just want you all to know how much I completely appreciate all of your hard work."
I guess Rachel thought she was being nice, but honestly? It sounded to me like Rachel thought we were all exited to go to Nationals and be her backup, while she enjoyed her big break. And I wasn't the only one who saw that shit.
"Assisting you? You think we all assisted you on your journey towards a New York stage?" Tina demanded.
"Like the rest of us don't have any dreams or plans, outside facilitating yours?" was Quinn's response.
"Because the rest of us don't have any ambition or anything…didn't you know? We're only here so we can be the Troll's backup." Santana snarled at Quinn.
"Well, I am the leader and star performer…" Rachel was still smiling and hadn't realized how pissed off people were getting. "…the rest of you are in Glee because you love to perform. But I'm here because I'm determined to become a star. So our first run at Nationals will forever be my first important vehicle on the road to success."
"She's full of shit…" Mercedes whispered to me. "…most of the people in here wanna be performers someday, and Berry knows it."
'So again…" Rachel continued. "…I thank you all wholeheartedly for part in helping me achieve my goals!"
"Rachel, maybe you should look around at all the faces of your peers before continuing in this vein." I suggested. "You've managed to piss off everyone in here by insinuating that our only roles here are as a conduit for your aspirations."
"Yeah!" Mike added. "We all want to do this for a living, and we deserve our chance to shine too."
"So it might be a good idea for you to try and gain a little perspective with regards to how you see your fellow Gleeks." I advised.
"How would I do that?" Rachel chucked. "I'm the star, you guys are my ensemble. That's all the perspective I need."
Cue the collective grunt of disapproval.
"You could try singing and dancing in the background for once…" Lauren suggested. "…let somebody else be the star."
"Or stay your ass at home!" added Santana. "We don't need you that bad…"
"Okay, you guys." Mr. Schuester interrupted. I guess he realized belatedly how far off track we'd gotten. "Rachel, please try to be a little more humble when thanking people, and the rest of you…do me a favor and table this discussion for after we've picked songs."
"Picked songs? Aren't we writing them again?" Rachel whined. "I wanted to use the city as our main inspiration and blow away the competition with another original song!'
"Get real, Berry." Puck shot her down. "We spent a whole week already writing songs and didn't use any of that shit."
"Aside from the colossal waste of time, we need to sing stuff the audience recognizes, anyway." was Sam's input.
"I agree," Mr. Schue said. "I just walked in on you guys singing a song I loved in college. I couldn't help myself, and had to sing along. I want the judges panel to have the same reaction."
"Well, what about the song we just did?" I asked. "It would be a great number for us guys."
"Yeah, maybe!"Schuester agreed.
"We need a romantic duet." Rachel asserted. "If we don't sing original songs, the very least we could do is pick one that works well with mine and Finn's voices…that stuff you guys were just singing won't work."
"I want Beauty," Sam argued. "It would be a great duet!"
"Yeah, Wheezy and Wheels need to do that shit!" crowed Satan.
"And Mike and I could teach everybody a sexy tango or a foxtrot!" Britt breathed.
"Stop!" Rachel shouted. "Just wait… " She looked around and I could see it all over her face when the girl gave herself permission to say whatever asshole thing she was thinking. "…now what I am about to say next will more than likely garner even more snide looks thrown in my direction, but it needs to be said. Mercedes is not now, nor has she ever been a proper leading lady."
We all just shot her looks with varying degrees of rage and disgust. I personally was trying to see if waves of hatred could make a bitch combust.
"I'm not saying that Mercedes isn't talented enough to take the lead. She most definitely is." Rachel admitted. "However physically…"
"Physically, what Bitch?" That was Santana. I always suspected Miss Lima Heights had a soft spot for my girl.
"Mercedes is hot, Rachel…" came from Britts.
"I'll say!" was Sam's contribution.
"Well, Mr. Schue and I have discussed this extensively, and I've finally managed to convince him that a performer with Mercedes' appearance would never go over well on a New York stage. He agrees with me when I say that a star must resemble…"
"Fuck that!" Puck spat out. "Every chick in here is fine as shit, and Mama ain't no different!"
"Right?" Lauren agreed. "She's the hottest bitch in here, next to me!"
"And the judges would be captivated by 'Cedes, front and center wearing her performance clothes and slaying the whole audience." Mike added. His girlfriend nodded in appreciation.
"Mercedes should get the lead…if for no other reason than to refute the bullshit you just opened your mouth to spew out!" I blustered.
"Rachel," Kurt looked pissed off. "If what you say is true, and Mr. Schue agrees with your rather racist and sizest view, then it also stands to reason that he'd have a problem with a gay man singing a prominent lead. Or a guy in a wheelchair…" He gazed over at me. "Or even one wearing a Mohawk." He looked over at Puck. "So I have no choice but to resign from New Directions. I can't work under these conditions." Kurt stood up and walked over to stand next to the choir room door, texting the entire time.
"If Kurt quits, I have to, too." Finn said, standing up. "If I cared about belonging to another fucking club where you only get to act and look the same as everybody else, I never would have joined Glee. I can find assholes and snobs in Football."
Quinn stroked his palm and joined him, adding, "I'm with Finn. If our faculty advisor can't look beyond a performer's physical appearance to see the talent there or if he's blind to how beautiful Mercedes actually is…then I have no place here, either.
"Guys, please sit back down. I never told Rachel that Mercedes isn't suitable for a lead…" Mr. Schue defended. "…we just haven't performed any songs at competition that work best with her voice."
"Mr. Schue, that's a load of crap… Mercedes can sing ANYTHING!" Tina growled. She looked ready to join Finn , Kurt and Quinn by the door, to be honest. "You never even gave her a chance… But Miss Pillsbury did, when you were banned from competition last year. So maybe we need to see if she'd be willing to take us to New York."
"Blubber's right!" Santana chimed in. "I don't wanna quit Glee, but I ain't feeling whatever bullshit reason you have for keeping Wheezy on the back burner, either Mr. Schue. How in the hell do we know Berry isn't telling truth?"
"We don't…" Lauren answered. "And if I have to look like Berry to fit in with New Directions then it's not worth it." She glared at Rachel, who looked really offended.
"I think the point everyone is attempting to make here, Mr. Schue…" I decided to take the reins of this whole debate before something really popped off. "…is that as a group Glee Club stands for a lot of great things. We hate slushie facials, but actually kind of enjoy being a group of misfits. Some of our members are popular, but they don't focus on that in here. Here we're all outcasts, and it's honestly very freeing to have a place where you don't have to think about making people like you. In this room, the only thing that should matter is the music. If you don't get that, or don't want to celebrate it, then you're the wrong faculty advisor for New Directions."
"You did say that Glee was a popular club to belong to when you were in high school, Mr. Shue." Finn told him. "Maybe you only see me and Rachel as the stars because deep down you only want a choir that comes across a certain way…"
"And that's cool, if you do…" Mike concluded. "…but I didn't sign on for that."
"That's not how I feel!" Mr. Schue exclaimed. "I want every voice in New Directions to be heard!"
"If you really feel that way, you'll take this conversation as a much needed wake up call. Commit yourself to making a few changes." I responded. "As for my Baby and your problems with finding a song to suit her voice…" I leaned over and kissed Mercedes. "…I suggest you find one, quick, if you want the rest of us to perform at Nationals."
"Mr. Schuester, you can't let them bully you." Rachel gestured toward the rest of us. "You may not have agreed with me outright when I told you a star must be light, pretty, and thin. But you've never given Mercedes a competition solo. So in your heart of hearts I know we're on the same page." Cue the famous Berry evil smirk. "Even if some of the choir quits, you and I both know that we can use members of Jazz Band to round out our numbers. They can sway and hum in the background while Finn and I sing"
"I won't be here, Rachel." Finn seemed confused. "I just said that already."
"Nonsense, Finn." Rachel pacified. "You and Kurt love me too much to leave me all alone. I'll have my way…just ask Mercedes. She hasn't said a word, because she knows how to pick her battles."
"I haven't said a word because you're doing enough talking for the both of us…" Mercedes finally spoke. "…If I want a lead, then all I have to do is wait for you to put the nail in your own coffin. Look around you."
Rachel gazed at me long enough to see that my arms cross over my chest in indignation. She shot a look towards Puckzes, both of whom shot her the finger. Finn averted his glance when she shot him a plaintive look, while Quinn rolled her eyes. Satan and Britt refused to back down from Rachel's hard stare and Sam, along with Tike shook his head and sucked his teeth.
"I don't need you guys to see my position. Mr. Schuester is the advisor and he makes the decisions." Rachel asserted smugly. "He knows what's best for…"
"Rachel, I need you to leave." Mr. Schue cut in.
For a second the girl looked appalled. But then she rallied. "Oh! I get it…you want to tell them to shape up or ship out without me here? That makes sense, Mr. Schuester. An educator must remain professional at all costs, even while chastising errant children. I'll just go by my locker and see you all after school. Then we'll hash out our set list…"
"No, Rachel…I want you to leave and not come back." he corrected. "You're out of New Directions. I can't have an element as destructive as you here while we're at such an important stopgap. Your presence in the room will ensure that the rest of the team feels both underutilized and unappreciated. And I can't keep letting you marginalize the rest of the group."
"Mr. Schuester…"
"I can admit to being as much a part of the problem as you have…" Schue continued. "… without seeing it. I've been guilty of favoritism, I've allowed you to believe you get the leads because you're the only one with talent. That's not true; and if losing you as a star will convince the others, then I'm willing to make that sacrifice."
"Mr. Schuester, that is completely unfai…"
"I WILL give Mercedes the lead in whatever duet we pick for New York," he cut her off. "And she WILL be accompanied by whatever guy auditions best alongside her." Schuester shot a smile towards my girl, who nodded her thank-you. "I promise each and every person in this room a part in our big group number, and I want to offer an apology to anyone who feels like I haven't seen their light. I do now, and I want them all to shine." Then he left the room with a shrieking-ass Rachel in tow.
Mercedes POV:
After Mr. Schue and Rachel left the choir room things were quiet for about twelve seconds. It seemed like the very air was suspended in disbelief. Then all hell broke loose. Puck and his girl threw some sheet music up in the air like confetti, Finn and Quinn started kissing as they walked back to their seats. Kurt stayed by the door and started texting somebody with a huge smile on his face; probably Blaine. Santana got up and sat in her girlfriend's lap long enough to smooch her face off, and Tike stood up and started dancing. Sam looked happy, and leaned across my Boo's wheelchair to congratulate me, which set off an entirely different variety of cacophony.
"Okay, Green Eyes…" Artie rolled his chair directly into Sam's personal space and leaned forward so he could speak directly to him. "…you need to quit."
"Quit what?" Sam looked around and tried to seem innocent, but I could see he knew exactly what my man was talking about.
"Quit looking at my woman like an ice cream cone you wanna lick up and down." Artie backed up a little so he could address the whole room. "As a matter of fact, all of your asses need to quit!" He peered and glared his way from Gleek to Gleek in turn.
"What up, Wheelz?" Puck snickered. "What you getting rowdy on Trouty for?"
"I'm gonna be getting rowdy on all y'all asses if you don't stop testing me." Artie answered, shooting me a look.
"Who's testing you?" Tina asked, ready to hear some gossip.
"Well your boyfriend, for one!" Tina looked at Mike, who seemed to be really confused. I had no idea what the hell Artie's problem with Mike could possibly be, so I shrugged my shoulders to let him know I was right there with him. But my man kept going, "Tell your boyfriend that the next time I see him smack my girl on the ass, or dip her right in the middle of a number, I'm rolling over them twinkle toes again and again 'til I hear something snap." He redirected his scowl towards Mike. "You wanna end your dancing career, Bruh? Keep fucking around and play-flirting with my girl…"
"Damn, Mike…" Satan chuckled. "…you needs to work on them ninja skills, boy!"
"Which brings me to you, Santana." Artie continued. "I already learned the hard way that your ass can't be trusted when it comes to keeping yo' hands off my women." Satan clutched Britt-Brat's hand and smirked unapologetically. "Which means I'm snatching your ponytail the next time I see you motorboat my girl or grind on her ass from the back. That's my shit, and only I get Miss Thicky-Thick touching privileges now. If you don't believe I'll do it, try me!"
I shut my eyes in embarrassment, partly because my dude had just referred to me as "Miss Thicky-Thick while in mixed company. And partly because I never really thought about all of Snixx's groping until just that moment. I heard a chorus of "Oooohhh," and "Damn!" before Artie started up again.
"And all the rest of you ma-fucker s who think my girl is here for your flirting pleasure, you can just can that shit right about now. Whether you just do it because my girl is a championship hugger…" He looked directly at Finn who seemed sheepish. "…or if you got a slow-building ass crush and are hoping my Boo and I implode sometime soon…" That's when he turned to glare at Sam, who bit his lip and averted his eyes. "…That shit better stop right now or I'll be forced to remove the spokes from the wheels of my chair, and shove one up every last one of your asses."
"Damn, dude…" Puck laughed. "…Mama got you whipped already! But we're your boys, Bro. Nobody here's gonna snake your girl."
"Whatever, Bro…" Artie rolled his eyes. "I been in Glee long enough to see how this shit works. The relationships around here are way too damn incestuous, and I know that seeing me and my Baby all hugged up in the halls together will bring out the worst in some of you fools. You're gonnawanna put your hands where you see me put mine, and you're gonna wish you had my lady's lips on your faces. Most of you won't even realize it until your ass is already sprung, so I'm nipping it in the bud right now."
I was actually a little offended by this point in the conversation, because Artie was making it seem like I wasn't capable of thwarting any budding interest on my own. I was just about to speak up when Quinn did it for me.
"Artie, I understand you being proud of Mercedes and wanting your relationship to not have any roadblocks. But don't you think you're being a tiny bit chauvinistic and condescending towards your girlfriend? I mean, she's your lady, not your daughter. And it's that type of patriarchal attitude that makes it impossible for women to…"
"Calm yo' chiz, Quinn." Artie cut her off. "My girl can speak for herself; we all know that."
"So why are you trying to intimidate an entire roomful of…"
"Because Mercedes doesn't see what I see. She has no clue that all the hand-holding…" Artie shot a glare towards Britt, who I have to admit is a little more touchy-feely around me than most of my friends.
"…neck sniffing…" This time he bared his teeth at Puck.
"Get over it, dude…" Puck shrugged his shoulders and admitted, "…your girl smells awesome! I can't help it." Then Zizes smacked him upside the head.
"…and lap-sitting is rooted in actual sexual attraction." He shot me a sexy smirk. "Just look at Mercedes right now; she's still convinced that all your guys' attention is based on friendship and family."
Everybody looked right at me and I just answered "Artie, we are family…"
"This is true," he agreed. "But there are a few legit crushes outside of the one I was telling you about on Saturday that you need to be aware of. I love all you guys, but the fact is that until Mercedes comfortable admitting to herself that most of you wants up on her -at least in some small way- then I'll have to be her eyes and ears." He held his hand out so I could take it. "At some point one of you may even convince yourself that Mercedes is your soul mate, and my girl won't see it coming until after you do something inappropriate. I don't want us to argue or break up over her thinking I'm crazy for being jealous. So I want a promise from everybody in this room -anybody with any attraction towards my girl, that is- that they'll cut that shit out." then Artie rolled back over to where I was sitting. "Finn, you can go first…"
Finn looked pasty and confused, but I guess that's just how he looks in general. Because he totally understood what Artie wanted from him. "All right, well, I promise to stop hanging out in Kurt's room whenever you come over for a sleepover so I can see your boobs in that teddy thing he makes you wear," he told me. "And I'll stop hugging you so much too."
Okay, I actually never realized how much time Finn spent lurking around during Kurtcedes sleepovers until just now. But I thanked him while Artie turned his attention on Mike.
"Your turn, Mr. Abtastic."
"Okay, okay…" Mike started. "I promise to stop dance-flirting with you, Mercedes, and patting your backside, too." Artie sent him the supreme gaze of judgment. "What? I'm an ass man." Tina giggled.
Again, I'd always put Mike's cutesy talk and booty smacking into the category of brotherly torture. But I nodded to let him know I heard him.
"Quinn?" Artie wasn't playing at all. I honestly had no clue what the hell she was gonna apologize for.
She bit her lip to keep from smirking and allowed, "I guess you want me to promise not to sit in Mercedes' lap anymore when I need a cuddle. And you're right; even I have to admit it turns me on a little."
Talk about a bitch being shocked into speechlessness.
"Puckerman's next," my man told us.
"Whatever, dude…" Puck said puckishly. "Mama's my ex, I think I have a right to a few friendly hugs and fist bumps. And I don't even do that shit much since I got with Zizes." His girlfriend nodded in agreement. "But if it'll make A-team happy, I'll stop inhaling when we hug."
I laughed at that one, since it was probably the most sincere display of bro-ship I'd ever seen or heard out of Puck.
"Brittana, you too." I quit laughing because lesbian crushes aren't funny. I didn't want to hurt their feelings just in case one of them did like me.
Santana stated, "All right, I'll stop trying to get in between Wheezy's tatas. But honestly? They're the only ones in this school bigger than mine, on top of being soft as hell. If I didn't want up on 'em you guys would worry."
Britt nodded. "Santana told me once that she wishes Mercedes would get down with the lady kisses. So I try to hold her hands and snuggle with her whenever I can so she can see how soft girls are. But I'll stop if Mercedes isn't interested." I just shook my head apologetically to let her down easy.
Sam started speaking before Artie could even call him out. "Okay, first of all you guys are crazy and I need you to know that I, personally never did any of that stuff. Not even close…I like Mercedes, and yes, I wanted to ask her out after Prom. I was planning on doing it today, in fact…But I'm nowhere near as bold as the rest of you. I always assumed trying something like that would make Mercedes go all 'Hell-To-The-No on me, anyway…" I laughed because Sam managed to impersonate me while saying my signature phrase. "…plus, I'm Southern, a Christian, and a gentleman. Acting like you guys would seem disrespectful to me." He turned to face my boyfriend. "Artie, you have my word -and frankly, that's basically all I have- that I'll try to get over it and never steal your girlfriend…Do you trust me?"
My man actually grinned. "Actually, man…I do. And now that all of that is out in the open I'm finished being a bastard. Let's celebrate before first period!"
Artie POV:
After Glee rehearsal we all separated and went to our first class of the day. Most of the club has study hall second period and ended up going to the library to gossip about what we'd all talked about. I know because my girl texted em all the way through. But I don't have a study period. My academic class load doesn't allow for one, and all of my electives are activities I can't live without, like Glee and Jazz Band. So I don't get much free time during the school day that would allow me an opportunity to meet up with and get some play time in with my girl. I saw her in history class, right before lunch, And we managed to sneak off to the campus to eat, but I spent pretty much the whole day missing my girl's body against mine. By the time Glee rehearsal after school was over I was feening…so I invited 'Cedes to hit the bowling alley with me for our first official date.
Lima Bowl is a pretty great place for a date: we ate nachos and pizza, bowled a few frames and played all the arcade games located beyond the karaoke stage. My girl and me were having a good time together, but what I was really all about was getting some contact. So we cut or third frame short and subsequently retired to my place.
Even though 'Cedes Day had been so hot my face was still burning a little -and I now had more fond memories of that sofa than I knew what to do with- I led Babygirl over to my bed for this particular interlude. Mami turned Janet Jackson's Velvet Rope album on my iHome, and undressed before helping me bare my ass. She straddled me, and we kissed for awhile. I got my titty-suck on, my Boo gave Artie Jr. just enough attention to make him weep with pre-cum, then she straightened her knees and grabbed a condom so I could slide home. My girl worked them hips, rolling 'em in circles over and over and over again. She bounced up on it, using all them sexy leg muscles. Then she bent over and screamed her fool head off while I bit her neck and sang the title track directly in her ear. Not to toot my own horn, or anything, but my sex voice sounds even better during actual sex…so TOOT TOOT!
Then I instructed Babygirl to straddle me backwards. "I know you're real sensitive post-nut, Boo; less direct pressure like this…" Mami complied, and I closed my eyes patiently while she got her bearings and figured out how to work her body in this position.
Remembering the talk she and I had had the day before, I had an excellent idea.
"Baby, bend over," I demanded authoritatively.
Mami did as I asked, much as I expected her to, and began rocking back and forth on her hands and knees. The visual itself was enough to wreck any control I hadn't lost yet, and the sensation of her movements made my eyes close and my praise hand fly up in spontaneous thanks. But something else also happened. Something that caused my eyes to reopen in shock and rendered me breathless for a second or three. It was something I'd always been curious about and really wanted to experience; something I prayed to one day feel and hear firsthand. I'd been so fascinated and interested in this particular phenomenon for so long; so convinced that I'd never experience in my lifetime…that I'd devoted an entire play list to it on my iPod. And it had really truly happened…to the Artman!
It was a queef…that beautiful word used to describe the magically amazing and wondrously fascinating pussy fart. I made my girl's cootch actually sing out as she wrapped it lovingly around my dick over and over and over again.
I was so enraptured, exhilarated, entranced that I decided to hum quietly in homage to the occasion.
"…hmnn, hmnn, hmnnhmnnhmnn…"
Mercedes turned around and peered confusedly at me, so I whistled the next part so she could catch on.
"…tweet tweettweet, tweet tweet, tweet tweet…"
She knew where I was going by the time I uttered the last tweet, so I sang the rest of the chorus out loud with no damn shame.
"…go 'head and start and make that pussy fart and…"
"Shut the hell up, Boy!"
I just laughed my nuts off and she shot me a look that clearly said, "boys will be boys," then turned around and went back to work. The phrase "Ying-Yang in this thang" was still playing in my head on a loop, though. That was my shit.
It wasn't long before I felt the stirring in my lower belly that told me I wasn't far from the big finish, but I wanted to savor this longer. I ordered, "Slow it down, Baby. You gonna make ya boy embarrass himself down here… And I ain't no three minute punk!" I wondered if maybe I needed to distract myself from the sensation.
She just giggled out loud in between moans while I opened my bedside drawer and pulled out some lube and a rubber glove. But she quit the laughing part as I spread them majestic ass-cheeks and teased her asshole with one lubed and gloved finger. My girl worked them hips like a certified stripper and grunted as Iprobed her backdoor. By the time I'd opened her enough for the puckered little hole to swallow two fingers, Cedes was screaming her head off and sweat was running down her back.
"…Shit, shit, shit, man…fuck, shit, damn, Baby…"
Sexiest damn words I'd ever heard my Boo sing.
We came together in a haze of mumbled swear words and calls on Jesus. Her juices ran down from between her legs into the valley my thighs made underneath her. Mercedes' pussy gripped my dick, as I kept a one-handed clutch on her booty that I wasn't letting go of for shit. When the tremors ended, my girl twirled around and kissed me breathless. Then I fell asleep.
Mercedes woke me up twenty minutes later, to say good night and thank me for our date…then she left and I lay there cheesing and grinning. I was so happy, and for so many reasons. I loved knowing how well my girl and I fit together. I enjoyed learning new things about how to please her. But do you wanna know what the best thing about embarking on a relationship with one of my best friends was? Knowing without having to wonder that she felt the same way.
The End.
A/N: Before anybody gets all up in arms about Artie comparing being disabled to being Black (like when homosexuals or feminists do it to prove points), I want you all to know that A) I am Black. And B) I find the comparison (in this particular instance) to be valid.
When gay people liken the discrimination they receive and femi-Nazis compare what they go to, to the civil rights movement they forget one important factor. Homosexuals and feminists don't necessarily get read at first glance. Walking down the street, the masses simply assume they are like them. These groups can hide themselves if they so choose. But minorities and handicapped people cannot. Which means others sometimes feel they can interrogate them about differences in culture, with no shame. This is something Artcedes can bond over.
Also, for those who don't know, the song on Arties mind in the last scene is the Ying Yang Twins' Whistle While You Twerk. For some reason I believe Artie would count that among his faves lol.