Summer Menagé
AnniKay
Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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(As you can tell because they made the silly decision to not make Chord a permanent part of the cast)
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AN: This is the next story in the Learning French Universe. It will be from many different perspectives, and will take care of the summer between Junior and Senior year. Right now I have it planned as a series of connected one shots. But then again, I never meant for Learning French to end up being 42 chapters.
AN: Most of the Gleeks must be Juniors during the time of Learning French (end of Season 2), otherwise how could they have gone to prom. RIB and crew are falling off with their continuity if they are trying to stratify them now. Therefore consider this to be the summer before Senior year for all of them.
AN2. Izora and Martha, refer to the early eighties group The Weather Girls, of It's Raining Men fame. RIP Izora Armstead.
Camp Counselor
Mercedes Point of View
I don't know which one's gonna be worse getting ready to go back to school in a few weeks, or getting ready for Coach Sylvester's Cheerio Camp next week. If the list of requirements wasn't bad enough, there is the fact that Coach Sue Sylvester likes to hand deliver the lists along with her acerbic 'wit' to her squad. I wish that I had had the fore thought to send Tessa to answer the door. At least then I would have had some warning. I could have thrown on some actual clothes, rather than my cleaning gear. I'm standing here in a pair of my big brother, Kevon's old track shorts, rolled up 'til they were like shorty shorts, and one of Puck's wife beaters; gaping like a damn fish.
Fortunately Sue is her normal scornful mood, so she barely noticed my apparel. She probably assumes that all teenagers always dress like this. "Aretha, get Pippy and the midgets out here. Oh and First day of camp, remind me to order you yet another new skirt. Have your damn tops tailored by Monday. As the rest of you shrinks, your funbags just keep getting bigger." She said scornfully giving me a scathing look. "Also…remind me to up my stock in Dermablend…maybe I should invest in that new old broad who makes that Smart Cover stuff. You teenagers, you're like dogs, always needing to mark your territory." She griped.
I took the chance, while she was distracted ranting about the overall hormonalness of teenagers, and how wasted youth is on the young, to call Tessa and have her, Sarah and Stacey join us. "Good Morning, Coach." Stacey said happily when she entered the living room and saw the tall blonde crazy, ranting lady in the green track suit. "I can't wait for camp. It's gonna be so much fun, and I bet Sarah are gonna learn bunches. Sarah's been helping me all month and I can already do walkovers, and cartwheels, and flips. Oh and Tessa's even showing all of us to do a front handspring, even Mercy. Oh, did you know that Tessa can do a back flip…she can even do one with no hands. Her mom taught her how before she went to heaven." She babbled until Tessa finally took pity on Sue and covered Stacey's mouth.
"It's-uh-it's nothing." My red headed sister stuttered a little in shyness. "My mother-she was into- uh –gymnastics. She, you know, she taught me some –uh-stuff."
Sue gave her one of those 'Sue Sylvester can actually perform legilimency' looks and said quietly, "Look, Pippy, if you're shy, the best place to hide is in the middle of the crowd. In high school it isn't the outcasts that go unnoticed; it's the 'popular people'. When everyone is sure they 'know' you…not one takes the time to really try to get to know you. And they are all too in awe of you to actually bother you. I say that to say, pull up your big girl panties, and stop hemming and hawing. Learn to act above everyone else."
Tessa jumped when Sue all but shouted that last part but she seemed to acknowledge the rather self-serving truth behind Sue's words. She straightened her spine and gave Sue an obsequious smile while at the same time cultivating a supercilious and yet rebellious tone. "Thanks for those words of wisdom, Coach."
"Good." Sue nodded, apparently pleases with Tessa's persona. "You can be yourself when hanging with Schuester and his merry band of singing miscreants." She handed Tessa and I each a file folder with a few papers in them and a list stapled to the front. Then she handed me two similar folders with Sarah and Stacey's names on them. "Inside the kids folders you'll find all the usual parental consent forms and indemnity forms. Pippy, your pappy already faxed me in the parental consent forms, so all I need from you is the Cheerio contract and your personal paperwork. Izora…you've given me everything, so all I need from you is the permission slip and contract for the camp. I'll also need the acknowledgment forms saying that you and your parents understand that from 7:30 to 4:30 as well as Friday nights and competitions, I basically own you. You should note that weekends off from my ownership is not guaranteed. Now Martha, I've been kind enough to include Pippy in the exemption from any feat which has more than a sixty percent chance of bodily harm." She said benignly. "Get all the needed forms filled out, signed, and back to me, for all four of you, by the weekend. Meaning no later than noon on Friday. When I don't have to see you ignoble creatures…my weekend starts early."
We agreed and Sarah finally spoke up. "What's this long –butt- list on the front?"
Sue rolled her eyes. "Stop channeling your brother…Jailbait. It's a list of what you need and what you can bring with you to Cheerio Camp."
"Um, Not to sound stupid." Tessa began.
"It's been my experience that whenever a person has to start a sentence with that phrase, they always finish it by saying or asking something that is, in fact, stupid." Sue interrupted.
"Anyway…I was going to ask what the difference was between need and can bring." Tessa continued with a smirk; proud of herself for not being cowed.
Sue shook her head in consternation. "See…stupid." She groaned. "Needs, things you HAVE to bring. Things that not to have them would get most girls kicked off my squad. However since I think that you'd like it if I relieved you from duty; you I won't kick off. You…I'll just make miserable." She said snarkily.
I looked at Tessa and joked, "Say what you want about the woman…but never say she can't read you like a book."
With an eye roll, Sue disputed part of my assertion. "Book implies a level of depth that I haven't seen yet. Right now she is somewhere between supermarket tabloid and one of the germaphobe's, reject from the seventies, pamphlets."
"Ouch." Tessa groaned and pantomimed being mortally wounded.
"Now as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, you have to have the needs. But the CANS are those things you may want to have and which I find acceptable. You have to have a sleeping bag…you can have an air mattress." Sue said in a long suffering tone. "Ask another question like that and I'm slotting you next to Brittany on my ever devolving Cheerio intelligence meter."
Sarah and I shared a look as we both struggled not to laugh. Thankfully Stacey spoke up just as we started to crack. "Coach Sylvester!" the little blonde said aghast. "That wasn't very nice. My Momma says that God loves all his children and he loves children like Miss Britty even more because they have the purest hearts." She chided gently.
Sue smiled the nicest smile I have ever seen her smile. She looked down at Stace and said gently, "You know…my big sister used to say almost the same thing when she thought I was being too mean about someone. I have a feeling, Kelly, that you and Becky, your supervisory Cheerio, are gonna get along just fine." However that and her advice to Tessa earlier had filled Sue's daily requirement of kindness. So her parting words were pretty much a bark. "I've told Porcelain, and I'll tell you. You have until Friday to give me a list of three performance song selections for the first round. Upbeat songs only. Be at the school Monday morning at 7 am sharp."
After she left, Stacey turned to us and asked, "Why did she call me Kelly? My name's Stacey."
Sam Point of View
God, I'm still freaking out. Our parents are going to let us follow our dream. I mean, they can give us all the rules and regulations they want to…it all boils down to one thing. If we can all get into Columbia, we're gonna go to college and work on out music career. We're gonna follow our dreams. Of course, I'm thinking about that while sitting in this Titan's meeting with Coach Bieste. Thankfully Puck and Finn are sitting next to me and they poke me whenever I need to pay attention.
"You are each responsible for your own sleeping bags, you may choose to bring air mattresses. Meals are an hour. And you will have two thirty minute breaks every day. Breakfast is at seven. Lunch is at noon. Dinner is at six. Bed time is at nine. This year we have two Junior Titans, Steven Evans and Evan Harding. They will be assisting our equipment managers, and acting as water boys. Harding you are responsible for your brother. Evans, you will share the responsibility for your brother with Puckerman, since Steven says that you are both his big brothers. That means that you three will make sure that they have everything they need, as well as making sure that they see to their hygiene…I know that little boys would love a week off from showers and brushing their teeth…make sure that the boys realize that whether or not your parents are here…they will shower every day." She then looked around the room and gave everyone a hard look. "Boys, this ain't Penn State, and if any one of you looks at either of those kids wrong, I will have you busted so fast your head will spin. Do I make myself clear?"
They all gave assurances, but even so, Puck and I wanted to make sure that our feelings were clear on the subject. Puck spoke first. "Touch Stevie or Evan, and I will, personally rip your fucking dick off and shove it so far up your ass; you'll need the Heimlich maneuver to dislodge it." He growled evilly.
Only the subject matter kept my usual reaction to that tone abated. My own threat was less colorful, but no less vehement and violent. "If you even look at them with lust in your heart, I will find you, I will beat your ass, I will light your ass on fire, and watch you burn." I said calmly. Somehow the calm and assured way I said it made the threat even more real.
Harding nodded. "I'm not nice like Puckerman and Evans. I'm not gonna tell you what I will do. I personally don't think you need a warning. Just know that you will die only after you've begged me to end your suffering."
Coach Bieste gave the three of us proud and satisfied looks. "Now that we've got that taken care of, allow me to remind you, that if you have a Cheerio girlfriend, you will see her at breakfast, lunch and dinner. There will be NO sneaking over to their side of the school. If you try, you will be caught. When you are caught, you will run suicides until I get tired." She passed out the lists of what we needed to bring with us and laid out the schedule for the week of the camp and the week of daily practices afterwards.
While she was walking around passing out the papers, Puck leaned closer. "Man, I don't know. The suicides might just be worth it. I don't think either of us can go a whole week much less two without some Hot Mama lovin'." He complained.
Hell I was right there with him. By the time we had any freedom at all again it would be time for school to start back. "And you know she is gonna drag us to the mall for school clothes shopping soon…If we go into Fredericks without some lovin' for a week or more before hand…She might get took right there in the store."
Finn leaned over. "Did you say you guys were going to go school clothes shopping? Will you let me go with you? Every time I go with my parents and Kurt he tries to give me a makeover." The word makeover was said with such disgust and disdain; I couldn't help but feel bad for him.
"You didn't mind when Kurt gave Lauren a makeover." Puck taunted.
"Yeah, but she's a girl…he's good at giving girls makeovers…but he seems to forget that I'm a foot taller than him, like fifty pounds heavier and totally straight. If you'll let me come with you guys, I'll see if Tessa will help me take Sarah, Stevie and Stacey somewhere for a day so you guys and Mercedes can have some alone time." He offered.
A quick fist bump and the plan was set. "So when does Lauren get back?" I asked Finn before getting distracted as I looked over the list. The list was the same as last year with just one addition. "Uh, Coach…we can really bring our phones this year?" I asked confused. I mean I'd have to use Puck's if I needed to call home…bit I was still curious about the change.
"They will still not be allowed during practice times…but apparently, some of your parents would prefer to talk to you this week." She scoffed. "You will be allowed phone time between seven pm and bedtime only."
This time I was the one to lean over. "We'll let Stevie call the parents at seven, and then…"
"We can call Cedes and at least get our phone sex on." He concluded.
"Hell Yeah." I agreed.
Finn smiled at us. "Lucky punks. Lauren won't be back from Wrestling Camp until the Friday before school starts. And unlike AV Camp, no cells, no laptops. Nothin'."
"Damn, that sucks." I said with a shake of my head.
Before he could say anything else, Bieste started to speak again. "Now for my seniors. We'll be making recruiting tapes for the next two weeks, and the first three to five games. So give me something damn good to film. I will send them off, with my own notes as to your strengths and weaknesses. I need to see some outstanding skills on the field and some real dedication off it." She said giving every one deeply penetrating looks. "Now since colleges want to see leadership in their student athletes, we'll be instituting a mentorship program. Seniors and Juniors will take an underclassman or JV player under your wing. You will get them trained, prepped, and ready to take over your positions after you graduate. Adams…you will not teach any of your bad habits." The look she gave Azimio was so chilly it froze my blood. "That includes bullying or slushying. Adams…you are on your last chance with me. If I see one kid covered in flavored ice…you're off my team."
"But..but what if I didn't do it?" he asked in a strangled tone.
"Well then, I guess you'd better make sure nobody slushies anyone, hadn't you." she returned with a laugh. "Dave transferred to Carmel, so you'll be all by yourself this year. I'd hate to see what happens if all those kids you've slushied, or tossed into dumpsters, or locked in port-a-johns decided to get a little revenge."
"Wait, Karofsky left?" Finn whispered looking around.
Either he wasn't quiet enough, or Bieste really does have ears like a wolf. "Yes, Dave decided to finish his high school career at Carmel." Bieste said slowly in that tome that teachers tend to reserve for Brittany and Finn.
"But I didn't think Carmel even had a football team." Adams said confused.
"They have a team, it's not in our division…and it hasn't won a game since 1992…but they have a team." She told him. "Now, any questions pertaining to our team?"
"Who's gonna quarterback?" I asked with a cheeky grin.
"Whoever wins the coin toss on that Monday morning." Bieste said with a chuckle. "You and Hudson seem to play best when you're in constant competition with each other. Besides you're styles are different enough that as long as the other team has no clue which one of you they are facing, we have a real advantage. Now before you leave here today, I need the top three college choices for my senior players. I don't want to have to sit on the tapes once they are ready." She said before dismissing the lower three years.
Puck and I quickly wrote out the list of the three schools we and Mercy had decided to apply to with both our names at the top and turned it in. Then we went and found Stevie and Evan Harding where they were finished with their meeting with our team's equipment managers, Artie and Davis Rodgers. Davis was a funny girl who played softball and who had tried out for the football team every year. She was just too slender and small. The only position she could have played was kicker…but unfortunately she couldn't kick worth spit. I mean she can hit a softball at a target and hit the bulls eye every time…but she can't hit the broad side of a barn as a kicker.
Stevie was talking a mile a minute. Telling us all the cool stuff he and Evan would be doing for the team; and while most of it, I knew would get boring pretty quickly, Artie and Davis had at least made it all sound cool. Of course, when we got home and heard from Stacey and Sarah all about their visit from Coach Sylvester, Stevie had to retell everything. After hugging Sarah and Stacey, we left them to it and went to find Mercy.
She and Tessa were sitting at the kitchen table with notepads and lists all around them. Puck and I gave our lady some long, deep, slow hello kisses. I dropped a quick kiss on Tessa's red curls, which was followed quickly by Puck obliterating her hair style with a noogie, "So…what are you two lovely ladies doing this fine afternoon?" I drawled.
Mercy gave me a sweet smile before answering, "We're seeing what we need to buy for Cheerio Camp, versus what we already have. So far we don't really need to buy as much as we originally thought. Kev and Dev both did boy scouts until they were in high school, so we have Triple S and Tessa covered on the sleeping bag front. I'm assuming that you two are covered there also. Now we have two queen air mattresses. That will cover us girls, but you boys will need some."
"Actually…my mom has a couple of air mattresses we can use, so mark that off. Sam and I both have sleeping bags already. So that's golden." Puck said looking over one of the lists. "I know that Sarah has a couple of water bottles. But I haven't seen her use them in a while. Probably cause one is Strawberry Shortcake and the other is Disney Princesses. But if she doesn't want to carry those, let Stacey and Sarah can just us a couple of mine. The clothes shouldn't be a problem. I doubt there is even the need to write their names in theirs. I mean even the Cheerios can't fit Sarah and Stacey's small behind clothes. We can grab them some cheap towels that it won't matter if they lose them. So mainly they'll just need the bathroom things like the bath caddy, shower shoes and toiletries. Wait, what the hell are shower shoes? I mean I know chicks love them some shoes…but really girls have a special kind to wear in the shower?"
Tessa and Mercy exchanged looks before busting out laughing. Puck looked at me in askance. But all I could do was shrug myself. "Hell if I know." I said honestly.
Finally Mercedes calmed down enough to answer. "See that's why you dudes always be getting athlete's foot and shit. Girls wear flip flops in the shower when we're in community bathrooms so that our feet don't actually touch the nasty ass floor."
Puck and I exchanged looks. I'd never personally had athlete's foot, and I never wanted to. "So Puck, Stevie, and I will each need a pair of those then." I said with a laugh.
"Hell to the yeah." Mercy laughed again.
We took our time sorting through all our lists. Triple S came in and grabbed some juice boxes before heading back out to the living room to watch some TV and discuss all their excitement about the camps. All in all, Puck was right; we didn't need much mainly toiletries and some other little things. Tessa was relieved. "We can get all this at Sprawl-Mart and pick up our school supplies at the same time."
"That works." Mercy said with a smile. She gave Puck a quick look. "Do you know if Sarah has her class supply list yet? I printed out Stevie and Stacey lists last week. I hate that they separated them this year."
Puck shrugged. "Why did they do that? That's stupid." He huffed. "Anyway, I think Mom has Sarah's list…but how would I know…I've been over here most of the time." He wasn't kidding or exaggerating. He'd been over here with Mercy and me every night 'til curfew. And sleeping here whenever he could.
Tessa laughed. "True. The only time I see you is when I bring Sarah over here."
"Then it's a good thing you bring her every day." I teased.
She gave me a sisterly 'drop dead' look before her face took on a very serious mien. "Alright boys, now look, I actually like this whole having sibling thing…but I'm not gonna live like a nun just because you two hypocrites disapprove or whatever."
I sighed. "Fine, we'll back off the over protective big brother thing."
"As long as you stay away from anyone named Anthony Rashad or Azimio Adams…or like any of the football players. The ones, who aren't complete assholes, already have girlfriends. The basketball guys are alright…but the hockey guys are all a bunch of semi-literate douchebags…so avoid them all together."
I thought for a second. "Just, I don't know, ask Mercy. She can give you the low down on everybody at that school…and if she can't then Tina probably can."
Tessa nodded. "See sense is being made now." she laughed. "That whole 'no dating 'til you're thirty' vibe you two had going for a while there was really starting to piss me off."
"Just remember, you're now part of a family who tends to find their other half while in high school." Mercy warned her with a reassuring smile. She had been texting with somebody while Puck and I were getting over our bout of hypocrisy. "Mom coordinated with Gabby and Becah. We'll do the school/camp supply shopping on Thursday. Gabby's off and Mom and Becah are gonna take a half day."
"That's cool. So we have the whole afternoon free…what ever shall we do?" I teased.
Tessa looked around the table. "Yeah…that's my cue to take the kiddies and get the hell out of dodge. You guys start going at it, and it's gonna give those kids an education they really don't need yet."
Puck laughed. "They never hear us. We keep our shit on the second floor and they play in the basement." He said giving his newest sister a taunting look. "Besides…I fixed up the chem levels in the pool before I left this morning. So why don't you take them out and let them play." He paused. "You know CPR right?"
"Red Cross certified and all." Tessa said licking her tongue at him and pulling a face.
"You won't be doing any dating at all if your face sticks like that." Mercy chided. "Sarah can show you the monitor system…Take it out with you, and don't let us, or the kids play past four. I'm gonna need to cook, and the kids will need to get showered before dinner."
"Only if you'll do that grilled chicken alfredo." Tessa bargained.
"Take out the chicken breasts." Mercy told her by way of agreement.
"Okay." Tessa said with a cheeky smile.
Before we even stood up good, Tessa was humming and heading to the freezer. When we passed through the living room, Puck got the kid's attention. "Hey Squirts…go change into your swimsuits. Tessa's gonna take you out to play in the pool." He said in that 'Aren't you just so excited' voice older kids and parents always use on little kids; but little kids only ever get to use on imaginary friends and pets.
Stevie and Stacey were off like a shot, but Sarah did have to pause to give Puck a look and very clearly said, "I know exactly what you think you are doing…and that isht ain't cute. So watch your tone big brother…or else, I will put hp in your shampoo." For some reason watching her stomp off ranting about being treated like a baby and the indignity of it all amused the hell out of me.
As we headed up the stairs we were laughing and teasing. I couldn't help but smile. I really love the ease of our relationship. We are together and we love each other and we accept each other. We don't try to change or rearrange each other. We don't spend all our time obsessing over what was said versus what was meant, or how we are perceived. We just are. We are passionately in love with each other but even more we're completely at ease with ourselves and each other. Don't get me wrong…there are little things about each of us that work the other's nerves. I mean Puck and I would love it if Mercedes would release that last tiny bit of hesitation before she gets naked with us. And some days my hands itch to shave Puck's Mohawk. Poor Puck tries his best not to be bothered by the fact that I am not exhibitionistic enough and far too reserved for his liking.
But we've made it work and we make it work every day. We made sure that we find something to appreciate in each of our 'bad' traits. Puck loves that he and I are the only two guys who have ever or will ever get to see our girl in all her glory. Kurt doesn't count, because to Puck's way of thinking Kurt is basically a chick with a dick. I love the 'extra pounds' Mercy thinks she carries, because if she didn't have those, then she wouldn't have those amazing breast and that drool worthy ass. And if Puck didn't have his 'hawk, then Mercy would never have discovered the sensual sensitivity of his scalp. Yeah…and I already know that if I weren't so reserved about what we all do together in public; then Puck Mercedes and I would have gotten arrested or expelled or something by now.
I shook off my amusing mental musings when Puck closed and locked Mercy's door. He turned to me with lecherous look and said in a strong growl. "I want to watch you make love to our boo, Sam."
***Mature Content ***
Puck Point of View
There is something so fucking sexy about watching Sam and Mercedes together. But most of the time I'm right there in the action feeling too much to fully appreciate the visual. Today I was gonna watch and see everything. I went over and rolled Cedes desk chair up to where I'd have the best view of her bed, and the couple where they stood now. Sam had enveloped her into his arms and captured her mouth with his. I have to bite back a whispered damn. Watching those two sets of big lush lip meld and move against other is just two damn hot. Mercedes breaks the kiss and looks around for me with a question in her eyes. Sam saw her look and whispered. "Puck wants to play Voyeur Boy today. So he's gonna watch us for a while. Okay?"
She threw me a saucy look. "Really, Puck." She purred. "You think you can make it a whole round without joining us?" she taunted. Sexy little vixen.
"You know it Babygirl. I want to watch you and Sam love all up on each other…then I'll take my turn." I said my voice darkly commanding…just like she likes it. Sure enough she shivered in delight. Nodding she turned her attention back to Sam as he lowered his mouth to her neck. The moan she released had me reaching to rub my dick through my jeans. I pulled my hand away; it was too early to be that weak just yet.
Sam leaned back and smiled. "I love you in Puck's shirt. So hot." He said quietly. Rather than pulling the wife beater over her head and then removing her bra, he slid his hands into the huge arm holes and reached around to the bra clasp. He took the offending article of underwear off and pulled it out of the hole on my side of the room. Shit, she looked so sexy like that. He spun her around, moving to stand behind her and he resumed his kissing and nibbling of the strong little column of her neck. His hands cupped her tits from behind. Allowing me to see clearly the way her brown skin looked under the thin material, and the amazing way her darker areolas showed through, and how her pebble hard nipples pushed against the white shirt. When I was finally able to wrench my eyes from those big, beautiful tits, I looked up to see that even as they were making out with each other their eyes were locked on me. Damn that was hot as hell.
Cedes began getting impatient. Now I've skipped a lot of English classes, but even I know irony when I see it. And that was ironic. Wasn't she just teasing me about the fact that I wouldn't be able to be patient? But nevertheless she pushed her shorts down over her hips. Giving her ass against Sam's crotch an extra wiggle or twenty. Standing there absolutely naked except for my shirt, Mercedes Antoinette Jones looked sexy as fuck. I was half out of my chair before I remembered I was just going to watch this time. Settling back down, I watched as Sam's big ass fingers trailed down to the edge of the shirt. He slid a finger between the passion swollen lips of Sexy Mama's pussy. I watched enraptured as he circled her clit, before pulling back.
He slid both hands up her tummy to take her tatas back in his hands. God, her tits are so fucking huge, that I think I could go over there and help him hold them, and they would still over flow both our hands. So sexy. Sam started to roll Cedes' sensitive nipples between the finger and thumbs of his hands and she let out a delicious moan and her knees went weak. Sam led her over to the bed. And as she sat on the edge, he divested himself of his shorts and tee-shirt, kicking his shoes off and toeing off his socks. When he was naked, he moved back to the bed and leaned down and kissed our girl again. He kissed his way from her mouth, down her neck and over to her collarbone. He drew nipping kisses along its ridge, before moving down to suck her nipples. She still wore my wife-beater and Sam still wasn't ready for it to be gone. He sucked and licked her tits through it, turning the already thin fabric translucent. Cedes writhed with pleasure. "God Sam…yesss!" she hissed. "Your mouth is so, oh shit, so hot. Feels so good." Her back arched off the mattress, pressuring him to take more of the succulent flesh into his cavernous maw.
He reached blindly to the nightstand and found a condom without ever leaving Mercedes alone. He donned it with practiced ease, and rolled them so that she was on top. They both sucked in a deep breath as he slowly filled her completely. When he was all the way inside her, he moved his hands to her thighs, sliding them up until they reached the hem of my t-shirt with its wet rings from his teasing, she was still wearing. "Take this off now, Baby. I want to see those scrumptious breasts bounce as you ride my cock. Hold on tight, Mercy. I am not going to last long, so ride me hard," Sam bit out.
Cedes leaned forward and grabbed ahold of the headboard again, using her legs and the headboard to help hold her upright. She felt Sam begin to thrust up from beneath her and nearly sobbed at the sensations flowing through her body.
Sam kept one hand on her pussy and slid the other slowly up her side and around to cup her breast. He weighed the fullness in his palm before using two fingers and his thumb to gently tease the dark chocolate tip into a hard nub. With each tug, Mercy whimpered and squeezed around his cock tightly. "You like that, dontcha, Mercy. You love it when I play with your pretty titties." His drawl was thick and sexy as ever. "God knows I love doing it. Fuck, Mercy…I don't know what feels better the way your hard, sensitive nipples feel in my mouth, or rolling between my fingers. But you know what feels best, the way your tight, hot, wet little pussy clenches around my cock every time I touch your tits."
He moved to her other breast and teased her other nipple until it was as hard as the first. I could tell that Sam was close to his own release. I knew exactly why. The taste and feel of her, the clean nutty sweetness, had nearly been enough to bring him to orgasm. The feel of her surrounding his dick like a hot, wet glove... it was too much too soon. Sam tugged harder on her nipple, twisting and rolling the tip until Mercy shouted that she was on fire. When he began mimicking his actions on her clit, she flew over the edge of another orgasm, screaming his name.
Mercedes Point of View
As I came down from one hellaciously great orgasm, Sam put his hands to work massaging my shoulder blades, slowly working his way down the path of my spine to where it met my ass. His hands were still massaging when they cupped my ass cheeks, kneading and stroking simultaneously, restarting a low fire in my loins. Puck joined us fastening his mouth to mine. I moaned into Puck's mouth as one of Sam's hands moved between my thighs lifting me from his spent dick, but not his lap; at the same time Puck changed from mere caressing to assaulting my senses, one hand palming my breast, the other following suit. His mouth left mine, placing kisses on my face as he traveled south, down to my throat, sucking briefly on the spot where my pulse was doubling its speed.
Reeling in the intense feeling they created, I let out a series of short, ragged moans when I felt myself being turned on to my back, giving them better access to my body. I watched as one hard nipple was sucked into Puck's mouth while his thumb brushed the other. Then he moved to treat it the same way and would do so alternately, sucking harder and using his teeth until I begged for mercy and he went back to stroking and licking.
"You think you're ready for the next course, Cedes?" He asked, his seductive voice on my ear whetting my appetite even more.
I meant to say 'yes' since I was more than ready, but it came out strangled because Sam choose that exact moment to spread my legs apart and put his tongue onto my pussy. My hips bucked at the intensity of it, and I exploded again as he thrust that pleasurable, long tongue into my entrance. My lower body jumped off the mattress and so far I could tell Sam used that motion to his advantage. He caught my thighs in midair, latching them over his shoulders and ate my pussy for all he was worth, prolonging my orgasm for unbelievable long minutes until he slowed down this mind-numbing torture, allowing me to finally come down from unknown heights.
Once regular breathing replaced uncontrolled pants, Sam moved his beautiful body out of the way and Puck moved over until he knelt between my legs, his latex covered erection looming dangerously close above my still contracting pussy. The moment I had looked forward to since he decided he was going to just watch Sam and I play together had come. He was about to fill me with his cock.
I gave an appropriate shriek as Puck placed the tip between my pussy lips, slowly inserting it, stretching my walls, with attentiveness forcing them to accept this intrusion. Bit by bit I relaxed as the tip filled my entrance and he stilled.
"Jesus…" he murmured, the strenuousness of holding back producing pearls of sweat on his forehead. "I just watched you ride Sam's dick to heaven and back, and yet, your tight little pussy feels brand damn new." Something snapped deep inside him, pure lust getting the better part of him, desire that didn't allow stalling anymore. I could see it in his eyes as he pushed further inside me, careful still, yet laced with determination.
From my vantage point I could watch Puck's huge cock entering me, gradually inching its way inside, stretching my pussy lips beyond their limits. The contrast of his fair shaft against my deep brown skin, slowly disappearing into my vagina and the amazing awareness of it actually happening left me breathless, almost forgetting the intense pleasure it caused. "So wet, Mercedes," he groaned as he slipped one sneaky finger in my now rather enhanced channel. "God, I love this… love you being beyond aroused," he added in a tempting whisper, which stirred up even more desire deep in my body. I couldn't believe I was yet turned on again after such a mind-blowing encounter I had just experienced with Sam.
Speaking of Sam, where was he? I turned my head and there he was, quiet, lying on his back next to us, watching with an amused, almost lazy expression. His eyes twinkled as he caught my curious gaze, locked eyes with me and held my stare. After a little while his stare dropped, focusing on something else. I followed the trail of his eyes and forgot to breathe as my eyes fell on the area of his groin. He had one hand wrapped around his massive erection, sticking it in the air like a pointer. Unconsciously licking my lips I watched fascinated as he stroke himself, slowly pumping the thick shaft. Its tip glistened with pre-cum, every other movement of his fingers adding another drop. I couldn't move, neither could I keep my eyes away. But I wanted to move, needed to wrap my lips around it, lick away this salty evidence of arousal.
As if in slow motion I closed the distance, twisting my body under Puck's, his cock pleasing my pussy so deliciously, he gripped my hips tightly, thrusting away, driving me closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. His eyes followed my movements. With my mouth millimeters away from Sam's cock I paused, drinking in the astounding view. All at once I sucked the head into my mouth, tasting his cum and a bit of myself. I braced my arm against the side of Sam's hip and sucked once more, swirling my tongue around the tip. It was still a stupefying feeling to suck one man's cock and getting fucked by another. I was completely on fire and I wanted everything at once.
Any further noises of joy I made got smothered against Sam's flesh as I sucked him; thoroughly, sinfully. Puck leaned forward and kissed Sam leisurely. His tongue mimicked his neither motions, rather thrusting into Sam's mouth, alternating with nips on my bottom lip. Sam quickly caught up with the rhythm he set, circling Puck's tongue whenever it met his. I watched them kiss, soaking in the powerful feel of him pounding into me until my world narrowed down to their various thrusts only. Another orgasm engulfed my body, stridently rocking through me. Even more powerful than the previous one, triggering cries of pleasure from my throat around Sam and another torrent of juices leaking out of my pussy, which coated Puck's shaft even more as his thrusts grew erratic. Sam erupted into my mouth seconds before Puck's roar of pleasure filled my ears. But I was lost in my own renewed bliss.
***End Mature Content***
The afternoon was spent making love to each other but before we knew it, I had to shower and go cook dinner. Sam and Puck were kind enough to clean my room back up and strip the bed and wash my sheets. I swear, my poor sheets get washed like three, four times a week. Tessa took charge of getting the kids showered and dressed. As soon as the adults got home we sat down to a dinner of grilled chicken with fettuccini alfredo and stir-fried veggies. After dinner, the 'rents worked together to fill out the mountain of paperwork. Then they went over the lists and made added suggestions and plans of their own. Apparently the parents were looking forward to a child-less, teen-less, noise-less weekend.
The week flew by. Before I knew it, Thursday afternoon was here. Tessa and I got the kids dressed neatly and met our moms and Puck and Sam for lunch at the diner. We swung by the school and dropped off all the paperwork on Coach Sylvester. From there we all went to Sprawl-Mart. That was fun. I had the School lists, I had the camp lists. I was prepared…or so I thought. Then Sarah and Stacey got into an argument about getting backpacks here versus Target or Old Navy. They had agreed to get matching bags, but Sarah felt the ones here were too 'baby' for her new maturity level. Stevie found one he loved, and then proceeded to crow about it for the next fifteen minutes. Which only served to make Stacey more virulent in her arguments. However when Sam happily announced he had found an Avatar messenger bag, Stacey full on lost it. It was so bad I passed the school lists to Tessa, left her to the mothers and went to the toiletries section.
I grabbed seven mini bars of Dove soap, seven mini tubes of Colgate Total, seven cheap toothbrushes. Sander had suggested this, that way if Stacey, Sarah, or Stevie forgot to bring the toothbrush home it wouldn't be their real one they left in the locker room. I grabbed three little bottles of the Pantene shampoo and conditioner for Tessa, Puck and Sam, and found three bottles of baby shampoo for Stevie Stacey and Sarah. For a moment I stood there in internal debate before replacing the baby shampoos and just grabbing Pantene for all of them. My hair, I could wash before I went to camp and not need to wash it again until I was back at home. I grabbed small things of Dove deodorant for all the girls. I didn't think Stacey would need it…but this was definitely a case of better to have and not need than to need and not have. I grabbed Puck, Sam and Stevie the travel sized Axe deodorants in three different scents.
I had dragged Tessa to Jewels on Tuesday, so there was no need for razors for any of the girls. I grabbed Sam and Puck a small thing of shaving cream to share and grabbed travel cases for their razors. As I was walking out of the aisle to leave the section, I noticed a display of dollar brushes, I grabbed four. Then I grabbed three dollar combs. It made sense to apply Sander's 'just in case it gets left behind' theory to hair brushes as well as toothbrushes. I grabbed Stacey a bunch of pink scrunchies, while I grabbed Sarah and Tessa red and white ones. I pulled down a selection of hairbands for myself and it all went into my cart. I went and grabbed a small bottle of my favorite lotion and two of their biggest bottles of their highest SPF sunscreen. Tessa, Sarah, Stacey and I could share one, and Stevie, Sam and Puck could share the other. Using that same plan, I grabbed two big cans of the spray on bug repellant.
Looking over my list, I went to the jewelry section and carefully selected seven pairs of sunglasses. Then I thought about it. Tessa, Puck, Sam and I had shades, and these would be backups. So I chose backup pairs for Triple S as well. I grabbed chapsticks for all of us, regular for the boys and cherry for the girls. But then I remembered that Puck and Sam had started using mine more often than not, so I grabbed cherry for us all. To make up for the girly color, I grabbed Stevie one of the promotional ones on the cool lanyards. I swung back through home wears and found the towel and washcloths. I grabbed seven different sets of their low end brand. Black for Puck, green for Sam, blue for Stevie, pink for Stacey, orange for Sarah, cream for Tessa and purple for me. I finally felt ready to return to the rest of my gang. Thankfully they had moved from the backpacks to the actual supplies. It took us teenagers no time at all to grab our supplies. But as Stevie, Sarah and Stacey settled in to pick out the 'coolest' notebooks and pencils; Puck, Sam, Tessa and I exchanged looks. Pushing my buggy, we quietly pulled back and headed to pick out the un-necessities for camp, like hats and bandana, things we technically had, but kind of wanted new ones.
Puck found himself a red trucker hat that said Bad Ass in black letters. Tessa let out a happy shout a second later. She found a white one with red writing that proclaimed her to be an 'Angel'. We were limited in our color choices both Bieste and Sylvester had made bold notes that all hats had to be red, white or a combination thereof. And any profanity must be kept PG13 or lower. I grabbed us each a pack of bandanas, they would keep the sun off our necks, and by the time I looked back over Sam was wearing a Georgia Bulldogs hat. It worked, the mascot itself was wrong, but the colors were perfect. I finally just grabbed a blank white one and headed to the craft department. I found a red ribbon with the word Princess on it over and over. That and some sparkling red puff paint and I knew my hat would be the bomb. I dragged Tessa to the underwear department and grabbed several cotton sports bras in both of our sizes. Then I saw the cutest little thing. They had little 'bras' for kids Stacey and Sarah's ages. So I grabbed each girl a pack.
Tessa looked at me and gave me a weird look before saying, her voice filled with awe and something less pleasant. "You really, really love shopping, don't you? It doesn't matter what you are shopping…just any shopping will do. That's just not normal."
"It's far more normal for a teenage girl to love to shop…than it is for one to hate it like you do." I shot back with a smirk. I lead her back to the boys and found them in the electronics section arguing over a display of MP3 players.
"Puck, I don't need one. I mean it's great that she'll let us listen to them when we're running and working out and stuff…but it's a want not a need." Sam said stressing the words carefully.
Puck threw his hands in the air. "Dude…its twenty damn dollars. Let me do this for you." He said exasperatedly. "Why you gotta be so damn stubborn?"
Sam looked at him and honestly replied. "I'm just me. I can accept you guys shelling out for things I need…but for something like this…it just doesn't make sense to me."
"So if I wanted to buy one for Stevie, would you let me?" Puck asked.
"I guess. I mean having things like everyone else is important to kids Stevie's age and I know he was upset when Momma and Dad had to sell ours." Sam mused.
"Fine…I'll get Stevie one too…if you let me buy you one." Puck crowed proud of the trap he had so cleverly baited and sprung on Sam.
Tessa looked at me, and laughed quietly. "While they hash this out, I'm gonna go see if they have that new Sims 3 game."
I nodded and moved closer to my boyfriends hoping that I would get there to settle this before Sam's mouth decided to work independently of his brain. "Ok Sam. Say thank you. Let Puck pick out a cool MP3 player for Stevie and you pick out yours. Then tonight, you can pay him back. Puck will feel like he's done something nice for you, and you will feel like you're still the muthafuckin man. Everybody's happy."
Puck threw me a grateful glance. Sam looked at me and blushed. "I was being a little unreasonable wasn't I? It's just that now that I have more money, I don't want you to feel like you have to support me." Sam sighed.
Puck laughed. "Dude…chillax. I just wanted to do something nice for you. Don't start all that overthinking, girly, Lifetime bullshit…or I'm gonna call you Samantha in public." From there they dissolved into a noogie war, and I headed over to find Tessa so as to not be associated with them while they were acting like that. By the time we came back, they had been joined by the moms and Triple S. We looked over the two rather full carts, and compared them to the lists. The girls made one final stop by the craft department to grab the things to decorate two more hats and to label backpacks and duffle bags and their supplies, while the guys went to grab two unadorned red hats and allow Stevie to pick out a hat for himself. We met back up and were finally able to checkout.
As we were leaving the store, Artie, Santana and Brittany were coming in…together. Sending the guys to help the moms get everything into the two cars, I crossed the entrance to them and plopped myself into Artie's lap. "What's up Soul Brother?"
"Not him. Not anymore." Santana answered naughtily.
"Damn, Satan." I grumbled. "Why do you always have to go there?"
"I yam what I yam." She quoted. "Now gets to getting your ass off my lap."
I laughed and stood carefully before bending to give Artie a kiss on the cheek. I turned and gave Brittany one as well. "No shuga for you, Santana. Bad girls don't get any lovin'." I taunted.
Santana gave me an evil smile. "Just wait." She threatened. "I'm gonna have you all alone next week. No Puck or Guppy to save you. No Artie to hide behind…and Brittany will just help me."
I gave Santana a screw face right back. "Girl, please. I ain't ever scared. I don't need Puck or Sam. See that's the beautiful thing about a girl like me…I want them but I don't need them. But you…you do need permission. Not just from my men anymore…You've got to get Artie to agree to let you try to get over on me."
Santana shook her head realizing the validity of my words. She smiled snarkily before settling herself delicately into Artie's lap. That one motion made me realize something myself. She did care about Artie. Even though Artie's sensory input from his legs is nominal, she still made sure to sit in such a way as not to cause what little pain he could experience. I gave my friends a smile, happy as hell for them.
Santana, however, was busy convincing Artie to let her get her revenge at camp. "I have to Stubbles…she stepped to me. You know she must go down."
"Now Tana…you know she won't be the one going down." Artie laughed. "You just want a shot at her breasts again…but if you have to fight her for it, you might get hurt." He protested.
"Oh please. Me and Wheezy wouldn't hurt each other…there are way too many Cheeri-hoes we could hurt if we need to let off some real steam." She assured him. Before turning his face to hers and laying a kiss on him that made his glasses fog up.
"Alright…But I expect to hear all…all about it. Puck and Sam will want pictures." He teased.
"They might want…but I learned from Vanessa William's mistake. There will not be any naked pictures of me floating round. No." I stomped my foot to the ground. "That is me putting my foot. Down!"
Puck walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Ok…what did you three say to make her put her foot down?"
Brittany laughed. "Cedes told Santana she was a bad girl and wouldn't give her 'shuga'. So Santana said she would get her revenge at camp…then San had to convince Artie to let her…and Artie said that you and Sam would want picture. But Mercedes won't take pictures because of something that happened to the Pocahontas lady before we were born."
"Man, Santana…why are you always pushing up on my woman? You got Britts and Artie. You trying to scoop Sexy Mama too?" Puck asked teasingly.
"I wouldn't need her if that Rack of Unusual Size was detachable." Santana muttered, with what almost seemed like a blush.
I shook my head. "Princess Bride, really Buttercup?" I taunted. "See this is the real reason God made most women all girly and sensitive and shit. Cause the ones he skipped, ya'll are worse than actual dudes. I'm out. Artie see you at church, Brittany, Satan…I'll see you Monday morning at the ass crack of damn dawn." I said before grabbing Puck's hand and draggin him out to the cars, before he could get it in his mind to return to his attempts to convince me to let them take a picture of my tits covered in their cum.
Too late. "Please Cedes. I mean we can make sure that your face isn't even in it. Well maybe just your mouth. Fuck, Babygirl, you have the best fucking mouth."
"Noah Puckerman…put those thoughts away. We are walking towards our mothers and younger siblings." I hissed.
He chuckled. "Fine. But Sam and I are united. One day we will get you to let us take that picture."
"Remind me to kill Kevon and Patrice." I groaned.
The weekend flew by. Since we were to be separated for a week the parents were gracious enough to let Puck stay with us both Saturday and Sunday nights.
This was supposed to be the Camp Chapter as well...But you can see how long it became. So The Camp Chapter will get combined with their school clothes excursion. That will be the last Chapter before we begin senior year.
Does Anyone have a title that fits the theme but which isn't quite as final as Fluency? I kind of think I should save Fluency for the combined College/Music industry experience...(Um if I make it that far.)
Also Maybe I can combine Linn with Bartana and finally get back to updating Simply Bossy.
Anyway As always, REVIEW, but please feel free to answer the above questions...and ask any others you might have in the Review.
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Anni