A/N: This chapter describes the last two days of the Jones' Vegas vacation. Lots of great family interactions and a smidgen of smut.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters of Glee. I like them too much to make them suffer like the owners do.

Mercedes POV:

June 27, 2012

Wednesday, Sam and I hit the North end of Las Vegas Strip. We walk across the street to the Rio for breakfast, then cabbed it to the Stratosphere so we could defy some death. Sam and I bought these passes that allowed us each admission to the tower and 3 rides each for $33 apiece, then rode to the Tower to have fun. We rode Insanity first, which was like a down-ward facing merry-go round on top of the world. We probably should have chosen something else right after breakfast, but nobody hurled so then we got in line for the X-Scream. This one was basically just a giant see-saw with the added element of height. The next thing we rode was the Big Shot ride, which catapults riders 160 in the air at 45 miles an hour, and back down. Then it shoots them back up again. All of that was fun, so we just said "fuck the cost," and decided to go on the Skyjump. That shit was completely fierce. The Tilt-A-Whirl we went on last year had nothing on Skyjump. It was basically a free fall from the 108th floor of the Stratosphere, and it totally scared the hell out of both of us.

After leaving Stratosphere, we decided to visit Circus Circus. We'd had enough theme park rides for the day, so we decided to forego the Adventuredome. But we did sit through several of the circus acts. Sam loved the flying trapeze show and the Polish acrobats. My favorites were the foot jugglers and the two guys named Ernesto that did the roller skate act.

By the time we had sat through 5 shows, we decided we could stomach a little lunch, so Sam and I hit the buffet at the Venetian. Afterward, we took an outdoor Gondola Ride. I found this cool book on the history of Gondoliers in the gift shop for Quinn. Then we walked next door to Madam Tussauds Wax Museum. We stayed there for about there for about two hours, long enough for Sam to use Instagram to tweet pictures of himself with SpiderMan, Simon Cowell, and Dr. Spock. My favorites were President Obama, Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Beyonce but I opted to save all of my pictures on my camera and upload them to Facebook after we got back to the room.

It was 6 pm when we left there, so we went back to the Palms to have an early dinner (via room service) and get changed for our evening entertainment. This was definitely the activity I was the most excited for. Sam and I had 8:00 tickets for Purple Reign, a Prince tribute show! I love Prince, almost as much as I love Michael Jackson…in some ways I love him more, because his music is sexy in a way MJ's isn't.

We watched a truly impressive impersonator sing my favorite songs like, "When Doves Cry" and "1999," we listened to Morris Day and the Time (surprisingly, Sam knew most of the songs because of his mom) and even met Jason Tenner afterward. He told me I could call him Jay when he signed my program, and Sam gave him the "leave my Mercy alone" face more than once. It was an incredibly epic night, and I didn't want it to end.

When we got back to my room, I was kind of worked up, so I made sure to climb on top of Sam and let him know how horny I was feeling. It didn't take long for him to turn the tables, and take over our midnight activities…

When Sam and I first hooked up, I did some research on dyslexia…I wanted to see if there was any way I could help him, or make school a little easier for him. One thing I learned is that dyslexic people sometimes process different types of physical coordination differently. Like, for instance, Sam can get his body to do what his brain tells it to do when playing baseball, to the point where he's actually a great player. But he loses that same control when he attempts to memorize and correctly interpret dance steps. The thought processes take place in two separate parts of his brain, and he's definitely more comfortable using the "sports and recreation" area.

When Sam and I are getting physical, I often wonder about this. How is it, that a guy who has trouble tying his shoes (hell, he didn't learn to double-knot until Mr. Shue taught him) can successfully grope my ass, kiss my neck, and thumb my nipples, all at the same time? How does a boy who sometimes loses his bearings while walking from the auditorium to the locker room, have no problem tugging my hair, kissing my breasts, and parting the folds of my labia, all at the same time?

The answer is, I don't know. I may never understand it, but I totally thank God for gifting this boy with the means to successfully and consistently over stimulate Mercedes Jones. Usually, the sensations I get from him are way too much for me to handle. Most of the time when we get freaky, Sam has to put a hand over my mouth or a pillow over my face so people outside won't hear.

The fact that he gets me going so good is definitely why I love sex with him so much. It's also why I try extra-hard to be as generous in the sack as he is. While I recover from multiple orgasms and listen to him snore, I remember the first time I showed Sam how very much I appreciated his generosity.

~Flashback~

June 29, 2011

The Wednesday after I rode Sam's fingers to orgasm, I was very VERY determined to turn the tables on him. I really felt like I had something to prove to Sam-I-Am. After all of my talk about making him my bitch, it was kind of mortifying that my only-slightly-more-experienced non-boyfriend actually put my ass to sleep. He called me around 3:45 that afternoon to invite me over so I threw on a white sleeveless blouse, a short khaki skirt, and a pair of gold espadrilles. Since it was so early, I wondered if he even showed up to work that day. Deciding not to cook a meal and bring it over, I figured I could order Chinese and have it delivered so I'd have more time to get my revenge.

When I got there, Sam opened the door and said "Hey, Baby…" He kissed my cheek, then asked "…where's your basket?"

I answered with "We don't need it tonight…" then I nudged him backward toward the couch. "…Don't worry, you won't miss it at all."

Then I kissed him hard and yanked gently at his gym shorts. The look on Sam's face when he realized my hands were wrapped around his dick was worth money. The way he moaned out loud when I playfully pushed him onto the sofa and knelt in front of him was priceless.

I'm not gonna lie, when Sam didn't let me jerk him off last week, I was kind of relieved. I was really scared I would hurt him or mishandle his equipment and I wasn't too anxious to go into it without a roadmap. But I took a little time out this week to research this next step, so I was pretty confident I could make a pretty good showing. As embarrassing as it was for me to Google the phrase "How to perform oral sex," I'm so glad I did it.

First of all, I was very surprised at how big Sam was. I hadn't seen him in all his glory yet, and it was pretty damn impressive. If I hadn't done my homework beforehand, I would never have known enough to start with the tip and work my way back. That made the thought of taking the whole thing in my mouth less intimidating. It was really sensitive, and Sam's hands immediately clutched my shoulders when he felt my tongue on the head of his cock.

I got this surge of boldness when he started moaning, so I slowly worked my mouth further down his shaft. Making sure to use my lips to cover my teeth, I alternately licked and sucked the length of him. I also made sure to use my hands to fondle his balls carefully.

While this was going on, Sam was totally losing his cool. He really, I mean REALLY enjoyed it when I licked the underside of his shaft (the article I read said there's a really sensitive vein in that area), it made him groan and close his eyes. Every time I hummed on the down stroke (since my research told me it was a good way to relax your throat and ultimately take more dick in your mouth) he said my name out loud. But what totally undid my boo was when I took his balls one by one inside my mouth. He was very close to losing the plot, I could tell because he got a serious case of the Thumper-legs and basically humped at my face.

When Sam started moaning my name and thrusting, I wiggled out of my blouse and top. I hadn't made up my mind about letting him come in my mouth, but I figured even if I didn't, he could at least come across my chest. That's sexy, right? My final out-of-bra jiggle must have really done something to Sam, because that's when he let loose with the freaky talk…

"Shit, Mercy….feels so good. God, you're good at this. Baby, please don't stop…"

It made me kind of proud, but I still wanted to outdo myself, so I remembered our sex game and decided to kick it up another notch. I wrapped my breasts around his member, and used them to manipulate his shaft up and down. Then I bent down and sucked the head of his dick while continuing to jerk him off with my tits.

"Fuck, 'Cedes.. Damn…shit, don't stop. Please keep going, baby!"

Pre-ejaculate seeped out of the slit of his dick, so I made a huge show of slurping it up and licking my lips afterward.

"Yeah, shit baby that was hot. Keep licking my dick just like that…You want me to come for you, don't you? Please let me come in your pretty mouth…"

I guess that answered my question about whether I should let him come on me or in me. I decided I didn't care, and took the opportunity to lick the underside of his dick one more time. By the time I surrounded him in my lips again, he was coming.

"Shit, shit SHIT Mercy, baby. I love you so much… You feel so fucking good; Oh my God. Please don't stop what you're doing, baby. You're so perfect and sexy and FUCK…it's too fucking much. I'm coming, God 'Cedes I love you baby…SHIT!"

I was pretty sure he was done, but I made sure to re-wrap my tits around his dick continue licking the tip while swallowing his seed. By the time Sam finally pushed me gently away from him (I read about how sensitive a guy gets after coming so I wasn't offended) my lips were tired, but I was pretty damn proud.

I guess my smile reflected that (I imagine it was a cat-who-ate-the-cream type of grin) because Sam asked, "you're really proud of yourself, aren't you?"

I just nodded, stood up, and smiled, not knowing if he would want me to kiss him after what I'd just done. Then Sam beckoned me into his lap, saying. "Girl, you gotta bring my kiss over to me, cause I can't feel my legs right about now and I'm pretty sure I'd fall if I stood up."

I just laughed my ass off, came over to sit in his lap; then kissed him as hard as I could.

~End Flashback~

That was totally the night I decided that I was ready to have sex with Sam for the first time. Sam's such a good guy; hilarious, generous, completely fucking sexy… He'd had my heart for so long that it felt completely right for me to trust him with my body too. When I got home that night I made sure to meet mom in the kitchen and ask for her blessing. Even now, knowing what we went through with Kentucky and Shane and Facebook, I never regretted it one bit.

Sam POV:

June 28, 2012

Since today is gonna be the last full day we spend in Nevada, Mercy and I begged Mom and Pop Jones to let us drive the rental, so we don't miss out on all of the "off-Strip" activities we planned out. We knew getting around would be a nightmare if we relied on public transportation, and that we might spend so much time switching buses and hailing cabs we'd probably miss out on something. Mercy's parents agreed, and weren't doing anything themselves, so they made us promise to be careful and sent us off.

The first stop of the day was the "World Class Driving" tour. Mercy wanted to see Hoover Dam, and her dad made us promise to do it by guided auto tour. It was super expensive, but it fucking rocked! I got to drive a Ferrari and a Lamborghini, Mercy pushed us around in a Bentley and a Porsche. The tour was only about 50 miles long, but we had a blast.

Next, we went on this ATV Action Tour that Mercy found a flyer for downstairs in the lobby. It was almost as fun as the fancy-car tour. I'm a country boy, so riding four-wheelers and dirt bikes is pretty much part of my DNA. I had no idea Mercy had a motorcycle license, though. Apparently her daddy taught her how to ride when she was 14. Anyway, riding around the desert was hella cool, and the moto-cross outfit on Mercy was a sight to behold. In the gift shop we found this great pair of driving gloves for Artie.

Then we visited the Mob Museum, which was really close to the Golden Nugget. Mercy took pictures of me next to my favorite artifacts then we saw a few of the interactive exhibits. My favorites were the one that told about where the mobsters ended up (witness protection or dead, usually) and the one that talked about the myths portrayed by the movies. Mercy bought me a fedora in the gift shop and I decided to get one for Finn and Kurt too.

Since we were back in the vicinity of the casinos, we decided to go to Gameworks on the strip to play a few video games and eat lunch. Mercy loves it when I win her tickets playing Skee-ball, plus she sucks at it herself. We had a ball fighting off a zombie apocalypse, flying fighter jets, virtual bowling. Mercy is a beast at Primeval Hunt, and I kick ass on Deal or No Deal. After playing for a few hours, we ate in the restaurant there.

After lunch we headed to Las Vegas Hilton so we could FINALLY do Star Trek: The Experience. During the Klingon encounter, I got to participate in an ACTUAL Star Trek mission. It was the best 18 minutes of my natural born life. The Borg invasion was this 4D interactive experience with special effects and attempted drone captures, and I honestly didn't want to leave. I was actually pretty mad at myself for buying stuff at other attractions, because I literally wanted one of everything in the gift shop, but I limited myself to a working model of the Enterprise and t-shirts for Blaine and Joe.

The first part of the day was so exciting, Mercy and I decided to hang out by the pool for the afternoon, and just hang out. We ran into her parents, drinking cocktails and laughing their asses off. Apparently, Marcus and Matt had just found them in the casino and bragged about winning $300 playing as a team at a card table. After making fun of their parents for wasting time at slot machines, the two started to walk off, just in time for Doc Jones to win $1,200 on one pull of a dollar slot! While Matt and Marc stood there flabbergasted, Mom Jones hit BET MAX on her machine and won another $2,300!

We congratulated them and joined in laughing at Mercy's brothers. Then Doc Jones informed us there was going to be a party at the MGM Grand that night, one under-21-year-olds could attend. He handed us a flyer that some promoter had given him and told us our Pepsi cocktails would be on him. Then he gave Mercy and me another $300 apiece. At this rate, I was gonna end up with money left over when we got back to Lima. I guess I can just hold onto it and treat my girl to souvenirs when we go to Yosemite. When the sun started to set, Mercy and I went upstairs to shower and dress.

I guess I looked okay when we went out; I decided to wear a pair of dark wash jeans, a smedium light green Henley to match my eyes (and show off my abs), and a pair of green-and-white sneakers her brothers bought me for my birthday.

Apparently, a non-spoken rule for dating a Black woman (and being accepted into her Black family) is that you must own a pair of Air Jordans, Chuck Taylors, or Air Force Ones to match all of your favorite shirts and/or outfits. When I turned 18, Matt and Marc came to Lima for the sole purpose of bringing me a huge box with 18 pairs of sneakers inside (I guess one pair for each year of my life), while laughingly imparting this wisdom on Black culture. They even bought shoe cleaner, leather protector, and a bunch of matching logo socks to wear with them. I wasn't mad though, the sneakers were all super nice.

Mercy was gorgeous in this really hot dress and heels. It was black, sleeveless, short, and showed off a LOT of cleavage. But instead of the baby-doll style waist she usually wears, this one kind of reminded me of a toga, with all these layers that went across her body. My baby hates her belly, and is always looking for ways to hide it when she dresses up; I'm sure this new style was her latest attempted to hide the tummy I love so much. She did a good job picking, but at some point I should tell her I rarely find myself looking at her stomach anyway, when her boobs are on display. I have to admit that even our first Prom night, back when she was a lot bigger than she is now, all I saw in front were her tits.

The really high heels she wore were peep-toe and sexy, and if I'm not mistaken had red bottoms. I watch enough Basketball Wives and Drop Dead Diva with Mercy to know that meant they were expensive. I love her in anything she wears, but I gotta admit, tonight, she was hot like fire…I wanted to be burned, for sure.

We partied for a few hours and made it back to the Palms, making a pit stop in Matt and Marcus' room. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum had finally figured out that they didn't have to lose thousands of dollars at Blackjack tables in order to get drunk. So they took the rental car out to the North end of the Strip and brought back as much hard liquor and as many chasers as they could find. We were invited to drink with them, so I poured Mercy glass after glass of Nuvo, and helped Matt totally destroy a fifth of Courvoisier.

We had fun; it was seriously hilarious to find out that Matthew smokes these cigarillos filled with pipe tobacco whenever he drinks. Between the sweet smell of the burning tobacco leaves and the pungent aroma of the liquor on his breath, it was like hanging out with my granddaddy in his den, back in Tennessee. Matt's a damn fool; he kept cracking jokes about my white ass drinking cognac like a pro, and apologizing for not buying any Jack Daniels for me to toss back. Dude actually promised me he'd find a rebel flag and a shotgun to hang up over the fireplace before we drank together again, just so I would be comfortable.

Don't tell Finn or Britt, but I actually think it's kind of funny when Mercy's family says racist stuff against White people. I know they only do it cause they love me, and they trust me not to take it seriously. Plus, some of it is kind of true…I just reminded Matt that I'm a Southerner, and told him I could fuck up any liquor he challenged me with; white or brown. Then I told him his 'yac was like Kool-Aid compared to the bourbon and corn liquor my uncles like to take to the head. That shut him the hell up.

Marcus was telling Mercy how hard it was to find package stores on the Strip that sold more than beer and wine. Kept gesticulating wildly and describing the "Quest," like they had to defeat dragons or save a princess just to find a bottle of Patron Silver. I guess the casinos prefer it if customers can only get a decent shot in their bars or whatever. The "journey" must have been really difficult, cause it looked like they tried made up for the hardship by bringing back half the store.

Mercy and I returned to her bedroom and took a shower together, then laid down to spend our last tipsy night together in Vegas. We weren't exactly drunk, and we weren't anywhere near passing out, so I spooned my girl while we laughed at her crazy-ass brothers. Her giggling created a seismic body wave which caused her backside to gyrate against my crotch, and Little Sammy never could resist that particular part of Mercy's anatomy, so it didn't take long for me to get turned on. I took the opportunity to grind against her backside and tickle her side…basically hoping she was feeling as horny as I was getting. When it looked like Happy Drunk 'Cedes wasn't quite in the freaky zone yet, I decided to play dirty.

Remember when I described the time 'Cedes and I played her 'Sex Therapy' game? Remember when she accused me of having an oral fixation? Let me be the first to admit that I, Sam Evans, am guilty as charged. My absolute favorite pastime, since last summer, is kissing all over Mercedes Jones' body. I honestly don't even remember what the hell I did for fun before she and I got together. Whatever my hobbies used to be, they didn't compare at all with trailing over her skin with my mouth. In, fact, I'm pretty sure God made Mercy's body slightly larger than any of my former girlfriends, just so I'd have more flesh to wander my lips over…and I thank Him daily for his bounty.

Kissing Mercedes' neck and jaw is like coming home after a long war. Her nipples in my mouth taste better than all the candy in a Trick or Treat pumpkin on Halloween. Licking my way down her stomach is like being wrapped in a warm blanket. Burying my head between her thighs is like taking a hot shower on a cold ass morning.

Before Mercy and me got close to actually try oral lovin' for the first time, she actually admitted that she'd never feel completely comfortable letting me go down on her unless it was immediately after a shower or bath. She had all these ideas about guys hating to do it and resenting their girlfriends for expecting it. According to Mercy, the smell and/or taste of pussy wasn't something most boys enjoyed, nor was it something they could ever enjoy. As a matter of fact, she made sure to do it to me first last year, so she wouldn't feel guilty when I returned the favor.

Right then, I decided to put all of that dumb shit out of her mind for good. How in the hell could Mercy spend so much time with me and not realize my favorite thing is her body parts in my mouth? I can barely make it through Glee without trying to get a mouthful of earlobe, or kiss her cheek without coming around to suck her lip in between mine. My obsession is half the reason she and I keep the PDA to a minimum in school... Once I get started its hard to stop. Shit, I can't tell you how many times I've left a hickey on her thighs or between her boobs, and didn't even realize it until the evidence was there. Even when we first got together, I couldn't keep my lips away from Mercy-mine. When she told me how shy she was about us trying oral sex, I told her I had a foolproof way to change her mind.

Since then, I've made it my business to make her come on my tongue in just about every place we ever spent time together. Casa de Evans at the All American Motel was a given, in fact, it's where we did it first. In her room at home was obvious too. It didn't stop there, though. I've tasted my girl while she sat on her kitchen counter, I've eaten her out spread-eagle on the table while I sat in a kitchen chair. I've knelt between her legs, licking her sex while she sat on her sofa, and I've had her ride my face in the shower. I've gone down on her in the back of her daddy's Tahoe, and I've sucked on her clit in the park baseball dugout after hours. My most recent accomplishment was the last day of school, when I tongued her pussy in the auditorium dressing room at school. What can I say? She's my favorite meal.

It took a few weeks, but I made sure Mercy eventually figured out that I preferred her clit to breakfast in the morning, and I'm a dude that lives forpancakes and bacon in the a.m. Tonight, I decide to remind her of that, since Aussie kisses always make Mercy beg me to fuck her silly. It's never hard to talk my baby into opening up either, she loves it when I talk freaky or kiss one of her "spots."

I start by lifting her hair and kissing the back of her neck. I love her natural hairdo, its so sexy. While I trace my tongue lower, I can't help but inhale deeply, and smell the coconut shampoo and conditioner Mercy uses. As I tickle her upper back with my tongue, I move my hands underneath her nightgown.

Pinching my lady's nipples, I licked along her jaw line and smiled when she let out a gasp. By the time I rolled Cedes over to her back and replaced my fingers with my teeth, she's purring like a happy kitten. I travel back up to her mouth, and kiss her pouty lips while my hands part her other set of lips. When she groaned, I dive down to meet those lips head on.

When it looked like I was gonna get full access to my favorite thing on any menu, I remember the first time I ever got the chance…

~Flashback~

June 29, 2011

Mercy had just finished reducing me to a blabbering mess on the sofa of my family's motel room, and then ordered Chinese for dinner.

I'm serious, my girl must have some kind of ESP, and it's tuned to an all-Sam frequency most of the time. Somehow, she knew I couldn't stomach any more pizza…that I haven't had Chinese in months, and would kill somebody for an egg roll. That's how perfect she is for me; Mercy knew it without me saying a word.

After dinner, 'Cedes and I decided to hook her iPod up to my laptop (which was basically the only consumer good I kept earlier this year) and listen to music instead of finding a movie to ignore. We lay down on the twins' bed again and started to make out.

After about 15 minutes I asked 'Cedes, "How about a massage, Baby?"

She laughed and replied "Haven't I pampered you enough today…"

That made me blush.

"…Now you want a neck rub?"

I smirked and answered "Not a neck massage, darlin. I'm talkin about a full-body rub-down…" I started undoing her buttons and bra before adding, "…and I'll be the one doing the work; not you."

Mercy nodded and stripped off her skirt and lay down on her stomach.

"Oh no, baby; you're not done undressing yet. I wanna see you naked.," I informed her, and Mercy shifted enough for me to take off the lacy pair of undies she wore.

When 'Cedes felt my tongue on the back of her neck, she started, and looked over her shoulder to question me with her eyes.

"I never said I'd be massaging you with my hands, beautiful…get comfortable, and let the super-hero enjoy his Mercy-time, okay?"

Mercy rolled her eyes, and answered "As you wish, Super-Dork," and turned back around.

So I resumed tasting the back of her neck, traveling as slowly as I possibly could.

Her naked ass felt amazing pressed against my crotch, and I'm sure I gave it a few involuntary humps, but I stayed mostly focused on the feel of the skin on my tongue.

I trailed a series of butterfly kisses between Mercedes' shoulder blades, which caused her to tense up, in what I hoped was a good way. Running my hands along her sides, I made sure to caress the sides of her breasts and along the back of her arms.

Then I planted a kisses down Mercy's spine and left a few love bites only I would ever see. By the time I made my way to the curve of her butt, I could tell Mercy was completely turned on.

Kissing the apple of Mercy's ass cheek, I contemplated giving her back door a lick or two, but ultimately decided to wait on that particular milestone. Instead, I concentrated on another hole I wanted to meet face to face.

While she still lay on her stomach, I parted 'Cedes' legs and felt how wet she had become. Running my hands along the back of her thighs, I whispered, "turn around, baby…time for you to keep your promise from last week."

Last week, I was pleasantly surprised to find out that Mercy kept her pussy hair waxed. I had always heard that Black women preferred to keep themselves, for lack of a better word, bushy. I've also seen enough editions of King Magazine to know a lot of Black men like it that way. The thought didn't turn me off, even if it wasn't my preference; so I'd pretty much gotten used to the thought of having a pubic afro to navigate once I got acquainted with Mercy down below. But not my baby; she kept her hair trimmed in the shape of a baseball diamond, complete with baselines and a pitcher's mound. It was totally hot.

This week, though, she'd had a full-on Brazilian. Mercy's mound was as naked as a cue ball, and I could see her clit peeking out from between her pussy lips. I could also see wetness glistening on her sex. It was dripping down her legs and it made me want my taste right then. I allowed myself a slow swipe along her inner thigh, but eventually resumed my tongue bath.

Coming back up to kiss her lips, I played with Mercedes' nipples with my fingers. The sounds coming from her were fucking beautiful and I was determined to make her sing out loud before she went home tonight.

"I taste like that? Mercy asked, when the kiss ended and I resumed my butterfly kisses across her chest.

"You taste like that…" I answered after leaving a hickey on the underside of her boob. "…and I plan to suck you completely dry."

"You're licking in the wrong place if you plan to suck me dry, hon," Mercy whimpered. I could tell my baby was itching to come, but I knew the longer I make her wait, the better it'd feel when she finally did.

"I gotta get you as wet as I can, if I want my fill, darlin."

Then Cedes shut up and ran her fingers through my hair. I kept teasing her, licking her nipples and kissing her belly button, then I slid my fingers inside her to see how much cream she had made already. When I actually felt her release a fresh wave right onto my digits, I couldn't wait any longer.

I got comfortable between her legs, and gave her thighs another lick while finally parting the folds of her pussy. Then I French-kissed her whole va-jay-jay area for about a minute. I wanted to find out where she was most sensitive; plus, I had every intention of drinking her down.

When Mercy-mine shivered or gasped, I made a note of where exactly my lips were, so I could revisit that spot directly later on. Between my lips moving across her vulva, and my tongue darting in and out softly along her pussy, I knew exactly where to concentrate my attention.

Sliding one finger inside her pussy while circling her clit slowly with my tongue made Mercy grab my ears and gyrate. Then she lifted her legs over my shoulders so I could get even closer. When she moaned I added more pressure to her clit.

Mercy likes to joke about me having an oral fixation, but she's probably more right than she knows. I got a serious boner from the sensation of that bundle of nerves against my mouth. Wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking lightly felt and tasted like heaven.

Mercy thrust her hips against my face right then, and I could tell she was only a few minutes away from coming, but I wasn't done with her yet. I left her clit alone, after giving it a see-you-later smooch, and removed my fingers from her hole.

I made my tongue as stiff as I could and stuffed it inside Mercy's pussy. As I licked around the inside of her walls I felt another wave of cream release directly onto my tongue. I wanted more, so I worked my way deeper with sloppy kisses, moving my face side-to-side, then reached up to fondle her nipples. I couldn't really breathe right then, but I'd always been a really good swimmer, and it was completely worth the exercise for my lungs.

When I couldn't hold my breath any longer, I removed my tongue and gave Mercy another French twat kiss, then slid two fingers inside to find her g-spot. Mercy was basically begging me to get her off at this point.

"Baby, please please please I wanna come, will you please make me come…"

"You want me to put my lips back on your little clit and suck, don't you baby?" I asked with my mouth still pressed against her wetness. "Say the magic word again."

Please please, Sammy baby let me come, make me come, I wanna come so bad baby. Please…" she babbled.

With manners like that I couldn't torture her any more so I sucked on her clit, rubbing my tongue over the hood while sliding my fingers in and out. I felt her muscles clench around my fingers so I curved my fingers in a "come-here" motion. By the time I felt her coat my hand again, my baby was screaming out loud.

"Oh shit, fuck, damn, Sammy…God you're the best. You're sooooo goddamn good at this. I love your lips, your tongue, your hands, I love you baby, don't stop, don't stop, DOOOON'T STOOOOP!"

The last "don't stop" was a wail, and I'm pretty sure she hit a high "F" when she screamed it. It was also unnecessary, since I couldn't have pulled my fingers out right then if I'd wanted to. She was tight anyway, and the orgasm was making her tighter. After Mercy's walls relaxed, I pulled them out and sucked on them again. Then I put my lips directly against her hole to suck at her juices and used my thumbs to continue playing with her clit.

Mercy didn't pass out this time, but she was seriously catatonic when I came up all sticky and slick with her offering. I licked my lips and she grabbed my face for a deep kiss.

You gotta love a woman who knows exactly where a dude's mouth has just been, but doesn't hesitate to kiss him anyway.

"Thanks, baby," I murmured when the kiss ended.

Mercy slapped my arm and laughed, "Why on earth are you thanking me right now?"

"I've been wanting to get my face in between your thighs all summer," I told her; I was dead serious.

"Then you're extremely welcome," Mercy replied. "But we should probably wash these sheets and air the room out before Dwight and Mary get back, if we want to be allowed in this room alone again, like…ever!"

"Don't say my parents' names ever again when we do this, but darlin', your wish is my command," I answered.

So we put our clothes back on and got rid of the evidence...

...Even back then, I knew Mercy-mine well enough to know that she would be a little shy the next time we saw each other. I mean, it is pretty intimate to put your face in someone else's crotch…But she wasn't at all. Two days later, Mercy and I were having a moonlit picnic in the park after I got off work when, she surprised me by telling me she wanted me to be her first.

We were listening to a play list on her iPod and kissing, when that old Mariah Carey song "Fourth of July" came on. Mariah had just finished singing the part about the girl in the song being scared, but wanting to stay pressed against her boyfriend and leave the world behind. Then Mercy sat up, blushed prettily, and said she had always loved this song because of how loving and romantic it was. Then she told me she wanted to share her first time with me, on the 4th of July. Mercedes wanted to know if I was willing to spend the evening with her instead of going to the Glee fireworks-n-bbq bash at the Berry's.

When I picked my jaw up off the ground, I told her I would love to. Even without the promise of sex, I'd rather be with Mercy than anyone else. Since the two of us still weren't a couple officially, per our agreement; we were still a secret. I honestly had no problem missing out on watching Mercy dance around with Tina (who loves to grind) and Tana (who is notorious for being grabby) while keeping my hands to myself. Plus, who in the hell knew what passed for BBQ in a vegan household?

Mercy informed me that her parents would be gone, spending the holiday with Matthew's fiance's family. I knew my parents already knew she would be alone since they talk to the Joneses so much. My own family was leaving on the 3rd after church to visit MeeMaw in Nashville. Even if they hadn't been, though, they wouldn't forbid me to go. Dad gave me the "since you're a man, now, you can do what you want within reason" talk not too long ago. As long as I was truthful, I wouldn't have a problem getting permission for the sleepover.

So we spent the next few minutes making our plans.

~End Flashback~

Since I spend our last tipsy night in Vegas remembering the day that changed our relationship forever, I didn't get very much sleep. The next morning Mercy-mine, me, and her parents woke up super early. We left the Wonder Twins snoring in their room to take the 3 hour drive west to meet her new boss in LA. The production offices were really impressive, and Mr. Chism, her producer was a great guy. He even introduced Mercy to a few of the artists she'd be providing background vocals for. Even Doc Jones breathed a sigh of relief to find out all of it was legitimate.

By the time we made it back to Vegas it was a little before noon. We got our bags together, called the bellman, and checked out of the Palms so we could hop on our flight back to Ohio.