Grandissons Together
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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AN: This is the third story in the Learning French Universe. The New Directions begin their Senior year.
For those who asked, I am a recovering Shopping Addict who uses fictional shopping to sublimate my own psychosis. Sorry if it bothers you…but my Student Loans thank you…with less of my income going to shopping, they are getting paid off a lot more quickly.
The title comes from the lyrics of "The House That Jack Built" by Aretha Franklin

Please excuse any mistakes. One of my Betas is experiencing technical difficulties, and the other is on bed rest and is only allowed a few hours of computer time every day. I couldn't possibly have bothered her with editing my stuff when she could be reading and working on her stuff.

Chapter 34
The House That Love Built

Mills PoV

I spent my entire trip to my apartment on the Upper East Side trying to figure out what game Ruth Mayzer was playing. The thoughts that she was certainly up to something alternated with thoughts that I was getting paranoid as I grew older. I shook both sets of those thoughts off as I entered my building. I checked my voicemail as soon as I walked in the door to find that Frannie was frantically trying to reach me. She must have thought I would have made my excuses shortly after she did. Usually I would have, but for some reason I couldn't leave them. There was just so much love around that table. My parents had died when I was in college, victims of a DUI accident. The settlement from the rich bastard who'd had a few too many and gotten behind the wheel had been enough to see to their funeral and allow me to leave college unencumbered by their or my debts. But since I had been the only child of two people who'd run away from their families to be together, seeing the type of familial comradery that I'd been welcomed into that evening had been strange, new and special.

As I changed into some yoga pants and a tee shirt, I called Frannie back. "Are you really just getting home?" she asked in lieu of saying hello.

"Yes. I actually eat food and refuse to subsist on air and lettuce." I teased, even as I mounted my treadmill to work off that amazing hot fudge sundae I'd enjoyed.

"I eat salads, not just lettuce…it is hard work looking like this…you've seen my mother. Can you believe how much that pregnant woman ate? Her body will never bounce back with the way she ate. I mean she had an appetizer and a heavy entrée…I am so glad I made her take the stairs every time we saw an apartment under the seventh floor." She scoffed.

I rolled my eyes. "First of all her name is Danica…second she is having her fourth child, I'm pretty sure she knows how to eat when pregnant. Third of all, you are so lucky you didn't get your foolish ass told about yourself. Why the hell would you make a pregnant woman walk up in buildings with elevators?"

"I can't remember her name, and why should I…I'll never see her again after they get everything settled with the apartment for the kids. And what was up with those all the kids? They all have so many of them. I mean only Saul's sister had the good sense to stop at two. The blonde woman had three; the pregnant woman should kind of be ashamed of herself for allowing her husband to get her pregnant again at their age."

"Actually the Hummel-Hudsons only have two and the Lopez family only has one." I pointed out before being struck by the ultimate wrongness that had just come out of my friend's mouth. "Why the hell should she be ashamed? They have been married for over twenty years and are still so in love that they are having another baby. That should be a point of pride in this day and age." I pointed out. Frannie has been my friend for a very long time, but sometimes…she pisses me off. "Hell her older kids are all smart and successful; if anyone should be bringing forth more children into this world…those two seem to be it. She has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm just saying it's nice that they are in love, but they have to be at least what…forty five, isn't that a little bit too old to have a kid." She backpedaled hearing my tone. But of course then she rallied strong in the irritation force. "Did you notice the way the chubby black girl had Saul's nephew and that blond boy both hanging all over her in the restaurant?"

"Yes. Her name is Mercedes, she is thick…not chubby, there is a difference. Saul's nephew's name is Noah…but he goes by Puck and they are both together with the blond boy whose name is Sam." I sighed. How did she spend all day with these people and not learn the smallest, important to our job, details? I decided that I needed an answer for that question, so I asked it aloud.

"I remember the things they said they wanted. I don't need to know why they need them." She reasoned. "Now back to the important thing. Those three are together and their parents know and not only don't care, but they are helping them all live in sin together?"

"Amazingly enough it's not actually our business what the parents are doing other than the fact that they have hired us to find these eight kids, two threesomes and a couple…by the way, a place for them to live for the next four…possibly more…years." I gave her my opinion on the situation. "Besides, isn't it the parent's job to just love unconditionally?"

"I guess. That is what they say, but I happen to know that my mother will love me a lot more when I get married. I will also gain bonus love points if the man I marry is Jewish and successful." She joked. "Isn't Saul Mayzer just perfect?"

Great segue Frannie. "He is a very nice guy. He loves his family very much… but I've got some bad news for you Frannie, he counts that pregnant lady and her husband, the blond husband and wife, and all those kids as his family. Even worse, his mother doesn't like you very much." I tried to soften the blow.

"No, I appreciate the effort, but let's be real…his mother hates me with a fiery passion, his sister thinks I'm an airhead and I'm pretty sure that his nephew wanted to drop kick me down a few flights of stairs today." Frannie pouted. I don't blame him either. But my friend wasn't finished. "I really think his nephew had been a bad influence on him. Saul barely paid me any attention today, but at dinner he spent the whole night talking to you."

I had noticed that fact, but I knew Francesca well enough to hedge…and to ignore the unintended slight. "Frannie, I was the one who found the place they are going to buy. He had questions. Ruth spent a lot of time asking me questions too." Granted her questions were more about me and my personal life than about the duplex. "Besides, he was wondering if there was any way that he could slip ten grand into the down payment without everyone knowing about it."

"Why the hell would he want to do that? They aren't his kids!" she gasped. "Do you know what he could do with ten thousand dollars; he could buy me a fabulous engagement ring and a great wedding dress."

I laughed at her. "That man is not going to ask you to marry him, Frannie." I didn't tell her that when I walked with them back to their hotel, I heard Saul and Mercedes discussing ways to get her to stop stalking the poor man. Some of them were very creative. My absolute favorite was for Saul to get her drunk and let her seduce Mercedes' uncle and have Saul catch them. Apparently Bryant Harris was the only man they all knew who didn't mind 'fake ass, hard, nasty titties'. Their words not mine.

"It could happen." She whined.

I decided it was time for some hard truths. "Francesca, you know I love you… let's be real. Any shot you had with that man ended today when he saw the way you treated his extended family. You didn't even take the time to learn the names of our clients. So not only were you judgmental and snobby…you were pretty stupid too. I know you, how you think and how you work. You flirted with other guys in front of him, thinking it would make him jealous, but he doesn't care enough about you to care who you flirt with; instead it left our clients with a bad impression of you."

"Well shit, what should I do?" she asked quietly.

"Chalk this one up to a lesson learned and start going back to your synagogue's social events if you want a good Jewish guy." I said without the least bit of hesitation.

Frannie moaned. "You're just saying that because you want him for yourself."

I laughed. "Frannie, something tells me if I did want him, I wouldn't be on the phone with you, I'd be on my back with my legs wrapped 'round his ears. But you know that I never make a decision that important without careful consideration and getting to know the guy a lot better than one dinner with his big, loud, crazy, loving family." I might not have exactly wanted him…but I had to admit that he was sexy and I did envy his family.

She giggled. "You know what? I could not handle that family. I mean, when it was just Saul and his mother and a sister and niece and nephew he only saw two or three times a year, that I could handle, but this is a horse of a different color. My family is big, and loud and crazy enough. But he might be perfect for you. I'm going to come over to your place tomorrow, and I'll pick out what you're going to wear to take them up to Harlem. I'll help you herd them all up there, and then have some reason to leave or fade into the background or something. You can learn more about him. You already know the easy stuff, what he does and where he works, all about his family and that the man is GIFTED in the sack. That should give you some conversation starters to learn even more."

"Wait, how did this conversation go from you wanting him to you trying to pimp me out to him?"

"Gracey, the man is fine, fiscally comfortable, has a great heart and is pure dynamite in bed…one of us is becoming his wife. I refuse to allow some other lesser woman to get that good a prize." She reasoned.

There was nothing else to say to that. I knew a lot better than Saul Mayzer how hard it was to change her mind…I didn't bother trying. Besides, neither Saul nor I were going to fall in line with her delusions…I might as well let her have her fun.

After managing to escape from the verbal 'Elmyra hug' that was a conversation with my former roommate and current business partner, I finished up my workout, made my way to the bathroom, wrapped up my hair and showered. Once clean, I toweled off and smoothed in my favorite fragrance free Neutrogena body oil. With a wry grin I walked to my lingerie chest to decide what I wanted to wear to sleep. I'm not the world's most feminine girl, but the one place that I allow myself to fully embrace my femininity is lingerie. I love it. I suppose that given the tone and content of the conversation I'd just finished, was it any wonder that I decided against my babydoll nighties and tap pants and camisoles. Instead I chose a full lace, unlined red teddy, I'd found on sale at Victoria's Secret the last time the shopping bug had bitten me. I slid into my sheets and was asleep in minutes.

Before I knew it, Francesca was shaking me awake and I was wondering why the hell I had given her a key. I must have been out of it last night; I forgot to put on the chain last night. I tried to burrow into my pillows, but Frannie was nothing if not determined. "Nope…Come on Mills…" Not even Frannie was crazy enough to call me by my first name before I'd had coffee. "I've put on your ridiculously strong Sumatra blend, I've listened to you moaning and groaning for the last ten minutes. You know if you masturbated more often, you wouldn't have so many wet dreams." She chided as she headed into my closet. "When was the last time you got laid?"

I definitely wasn't going to answer that, if she knew that it had been more months since I'd last had sex than years I'd walked the earth, and even longer than that since I'd successfully had a social orgasm, she would have tied me to the bed and locked Saul Mayzer in the bedroom with me. I sighed and forced myself out of the comfort of my nest. As I made my bed, Frannie came back in the room and announced her presence by smacking the hellsfire out of one of my bare ass cheeks. "If I didn't love you so much I would be forced to hate you. Your ass is just so…perfect. Not too big, not too small…bootylicious without being obnoxious. So not fair."

I laughed the compliment away and shook my head at the dress she had dug out from the back of my closet. "You know that I only wear dresses to weddings, funerals, and other major religious events." I said with a growl in my voice.

"But your legs are sooo great." She whined.

"Nope…pants." I told her sternly. It was her turn to sigh and return to the closet. I showered again, brushed my teeth, lotioned, cleansed my face and rubbed in some moisturizer with a high SPF. Wrapped in a towel, I went into my bed room and picked out a comfortable, close front racerback bra black bra with beige lace accents and its matching thong. I brushed past Frannie to grab my favorite black leather, three and half inch high ankle booties. "I'm wearing these, my 'not really navy' blue, side zip, slim fit slacks with the little boot flair; I will allow you to pick out which top I'm gonna wear." Compromise, the root of any successful relationship.

She squeed…probably she had assumed that I would take it all over. Rushing back into the closet, she quickly picked out a black cotton scoop neck Henley with crochet details on the sleeves that she had forced me to buy a few months I paired it with my black leather cropped jacket with three quarter length sleeves that would allow the crocheting to show on my shirt under it. Quickly, before Francesca could change her mind, I dressed, picked a shade of lip gloss, tossed it and my electronics into my Kenneth Cole, black leather messenger bag with a lovely padded division just for laptops, or in my case iPads and iPhone. I swung through the kitchen and poured my Sumatra blend into my big ass travel mug, added my caramel macchiato coffeemate and enough sugar to choke a horse and was ready to head out.

The stars and subway trains all aligned and Francesca and I made it to the Jones, Puckerman, Evans, Hudson, Hummel…good lord there really were a lot of them…hotel thirty minutes early. Saul and Ruth Mayzer were sitting in the lobby chatting. I so would love to look as good as Ruth Mayzer when I get to be her age. She was rocking a great pair of retro look, flared denim trousers that transcended the word 'jeans'. Her shirt was a tight, clingy red sweater with a not really shallow, not very deep, vee neck that while age appropriate, did nothing to detract from the fact that gravity hadn't been as mean to the woman as it could have been. We walked over and were greeted pleasantly, if a little coolly for poor Frannie. Ruth turned immediately to me. "Now, Mills, I went ahead and added you to our little Girls' Spa day. I've invited you and I know it is horribly short notice, so I handled the payment as well." I opened my mouth to protest and was shut down immediately. "No. It was free money. I won big at blackjack…best hundred dollar bet I ever made."

I blinked once, then twice and decide that discretion was the better part of valor when dealing with this particular client. Besides I really wanted to go to Times Square for New Year's Eve. I was twenty nine years old and had lived in Manhattan for over eight year and I had still never gone. Here was a chance to go, for free, with a group of people I could almost guarantee would be hilarious to spend the evening with. I turned to Saul Mayzer instead. "So Saul, how are you doing this morning?"

I felt his eyes taking me in from the top of my head to the tips of my boots and back up again to meet my eyes. It was merely a little pride, and not arrogance, that assured me that he liked what he saw. "I'm good. Ready to get this show on the road."

Ruth rolled her eyes. "I told you that you were rushing for nothing. Dani and Bent will be down in half an hour…tops. Gabby and Sander were already in the shower, granted together so it could be a minute there. You don't even want to know about your sister and George…or the younger set." She smiled a rather naughty grin. "Hopefully anyone in the room next to Noah, Sexual Chocolate and Blond Adonis is on the pill or the patch or the shot or something…I heard 'that scream' of hers from down the hall and turned right around and got back on the elevator. Finn and Kurt are already in the dining room with Sarah, Stacey, Stevie and Tessa."

I looked over at Francesca and we both started to laugh. "Yeah, laugh it up…that's my sister and nephew…her daughter and grandchildren, and she's just casually talking about their sex lives." Saul grumbled. Saul Mayzer was a fine man. I could see where others would see his features as too stark for true handsomeness…but he oozed a sexuality that was damn near palpable. I noticed that it was a family trait. His sister's was tempered by an innocence that seemed dichotomous, but it was there none the less. His Mother and nephew both had it in spades. "I hope you two are ready for this. EVERYBODY wants to see this place, so the only ones not going with us will be Shelby and the baby." He said throwing me a smile that managed to exclude Frannie despite his words.

"I'm sure that I can handle whatever you throw at me." I said with a naughty grin of my own. Then I realized what I had said and tried to rectify the embarrassing situation. "I mean, you all gave me both Santana and Kurt yesterday…and the worst part was I could tell they were actually on their best behavior." One day I will understand how my darling Best Friend always manages to Jedi mind trick me. Yesterday, not a single problem being around or talking to this guy…one conversation with Francesca Jarrard, and now I'm accidentally flirting.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" Saul asked suddenly.

"Just the breakfast of champions." I returned holding up my now empty travel mug. We shared a laugh, and I found myself allowing him to lead me into the hotel's dining room.

We had barely taken our seats when Santana and her mother joined us. "Hola Bitches." She said by way of greeting.

"Santana, do you think it will ever be possible that you can greet us without the use of profanity?" Kurt asked with a prissy smile.

She looked thoughtful for a second. "Uh…nope." She sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug mussing his hair. "Fairy, we're getting a boss ass house today!" she was pretty much vibrating with excitement.

Kurt squealed, but it was Finn who spoke. "Believe me…he knows. He was up most of the night picking out finishes and tiles and all the different things that they want people to pick for these things."

Whatever rejoinder Kurt may have tossed at his brother was lost in the arrival of Danica and Benton Jones. "I'm telling you Bent…if that scrawny, flat ass, fake tittied heifer had 'suggested' we take the stairs one more time…I'd have been able to make me an 'Ariel' wig." She said angrily. "And don't think for one second I didn't hear her snide, bullshit ass comments at dinner. I ate an appropriate amount of food. It was her anorexic ass that should have ordered more than a salad. Instead she chose to give everyone else's plates the jinky eye. No wonder she's crazy…she's hungry and thirsty."

"I am such a bad friend." I whispered as I finished laughing my ass off. Saul passed me a napkin to catch the laughter tears that were streaking my cheeks.

I looked over and Danica was doing the black girl blush. "I'm so sorry. I didn't even think." She began.

"I fussed at her last night. She knows she was wrong. I'm sure that when she is done avoiding you because she has to, she will apologize." I soothed, and prayed I was right.

Thankfully we were saved by the arrival of three rather flushed looking coupled, the Evans, Hudson-Hummels and Puckerman-Altmans all came in looking like their mornings had begun a lot better than my own. They were soon followed by the Jones sons and their girlfriends, who all looked very satiated as well. The final arrivals were the youngest of the late comers. Noah, Mercedes and Sam came in with Sam and Noah arguing playfully. "It was so your fault, Puck." Sam asserted. "I was just minding my own business when you brought your phone over to show me that pic you took of Mercy hugging Ms. Scott. Everything that happened there after was a direct result of you shoving a sexy picture in my face before I was awake enough to be expected to have any kind of self control."

The third member of their relationship just rolled her eyes and walked, carefully, but not gingerly over t Kurt and forced Santana to move down with just a look. Then she speared her bickering lovers with a glance and said quietly but so intensely there was no way they didn't hear it, "I don't care who started it. All I know is now we are running late. Sit your horny asses down and let's have breakfast. We need to meet the homebuilder's rep at ten."

Neither boy was willing to cross their honey. They took their seats next to Saul, plowed quickly through their breakfast. Kurt had been kind enough to order everyone a good breakfast when he had ordered his own. We were actually made it across town and arrived at the model home on St. Nicholas Avenue with a few minutes to spare.

Mercedes Pov

The Subway ride and short walk to the model home for our new neighborhood was spent with Kurt, Santana, Marisol, me and my mother going over different parts of the options and the requirements we'd need to put in place with Puck and Sam chiming in when they had something to say. It was very quickly decided that we'd keep the options middle to lower end in the two basement apartments, while going a bit higher end in the main domiciles. We knew that the main duplexes would have hardwood floors throughout. As soon as we made contact with Trudy, everyone wanted to see everything they could about the home. After a tour of the model, Frannie took the non-Kurt boys, Patrice, Tonya and Tessa and Triple S to scope out the neighborhood and find all the most important information, like where the closest drycleaners and take out and park all were.

Trudy was very efficient she had the books of floor plans and options available waiting on us on a large circular table. She also had the paperwork we'd need to get everything rolling. "Now, Mr. Berry of Lima and faxed me all the necessary financials. Wells Fargo has approved you for a loan of up to three million dollars."

"I'm sorry." I whispered as I turned to my daddy. "I thought that you were only applying for the cost of the house?"

Daddy shook his head. "Hiram and Gwen both suggested that since this move would actually benefit the incorporated business that we own long term, and since the dental office will be paid off next year and Burt owns his shop outright, we should see what the Bank was willing to give us." he explained quietly. "This puts us in a much better negotiating position and it means that we should be able to leave here today without cutting a check."

I nodded in understanding and tuned back into Mills and Trudy's discussion of the range of options available in floorplans and whether we'd be able to choose one floor from one, and another from a second. "As long as the placement of the stairs matches correctly there is no reason that they cannot mix and match until we get the perfect floor plan for them."

"Okay one last question before we get started…parking?" I asked with a grin. "And I don't have a compact car."

Trudy assured us that parking wouldn't be a problem. "Rather than forcing our clients to deal with on street parking, we elected to build a parking structure. Each home, two duplexes, gets a total of four assigned parking spaces. You can always rent others, but the monthly fee is rather steep. In your case, it will break down to one space for your household, one for the Lopez, Abrams, Pierce home and one for each of your basement apartment tenants."

With that we started pouring over the plans. Sander was invaluable, he was literally able to make little tweaks to the plans that made them work better for us. He drew them onto the templates that would become part of our contract, adding the needed numbers and lingo, in such a way that they wouldn't have to go back to the architect, just to the CADD tech. Thankfully he also explained that that would save us up to a week, and that we would be able to sign the finished contracts on Monday before we headed back to Lima. We decided to tackle the floor plan from the ground up, so the first to be completed was actually the basement apartments. The basement apartments would both have two bedrooms. One would enter those by entering, with a security code, a door on the street level and go into a hallway that was just about five feet wide and extended to the elevator that would serve as Artie's main entrance to the main duplexes. It would also serve as our 'freight' elevator on grocery days. Each apartment would open into a three and a half foot by five foot hallway that leads into a nineteen by twelve living room which is attached to the ten by twelve dining room in an open concept.

The apartments' kitchens are to the right of the entry hall and measure nine by six feet. Kurt laid out a great kitchen configuration and Mom and I were very quickly able to agree on the laminate flooring, the cabinets and laminate countertops. Everyone agreed to go back and look at the appliance packages once the layout was complete. We roughed out a small room in each kitchen that could have served as a pantry, but would instead allow for washer and dryer hookups in each unit. A move that didn't cost us much at all, but which would allow us to charge more in rent. On the other side of the living room a small hallway led to the two bedrooms and their shared bathroom. The bedrooms were each a comfortable ten by twelve and a half. The shared bathroom was a little on the small side to me at six by seven…but everyone assured me that it was pretty normal, and I was just spoiled. At just over twelve hundred square feet, Mills was certain we could command five to six grand for each. Maybe even more since we would be renting out new construction.

From there we moved up to the main entrance hallway. It was laid out like the entrance hallway on the floor below. "Now above the main entrance, the elevator will be key activated. What that means is that your tenants won't be able to access it to go into the Lopez, Abrams, Pierce living space. At the main level the elevator will actually have two doors. One will open into the 'lobby' for want of a better word, and the other will open into the LAP home. The same elevator will access the other two floors of the LAP home but as I said before…it will not allow the bottom floor tenants to access those levels. Now the elevator shaft is only seven feet deep which will leave you about nine feet behind it. On the street level, that space will be utilized to house the utilities of the duplex, the hot water heaters, any water softeners or filtration you may choose and the HVAC system." Kurt quickly flipped through the correct book and showed her the one Burt and George had told us we were getting. It would allow for each unit to have several zones. It was more cost efficient and we could actually pass some of the heating costs off to the tenants if we decide to be those landlords. Its best feature was the solar panels that came with it that would ultimately lower those costs anyway. "Yes, thank you, it will be accessible through a door at the back; it could also house several smaller profile water heaters. Having the bulk of your utilities there would limit access should something need repair."

"I notice that you offer the tankless gas water heaters without a significant upgrade…" Burt said leadingly.

Trudy smiled. "Mayor Bloomberg's office gives builders a nice incentive to do so. In fact, you could put in four easily. If each unit has its own, then each unit can have its own water meter." She told him and passed him the book.

Within a few minutes, he and George had selected the best units for our needs and two slightly less expensive units for the rentals. "While we are at it," George spoke up, "we are want all the in home plumbing to be done with the copper pipes. If the decision is made to resell, PVC may no longer pass inspection at that point."

Trudy made a note and we moved back into our discussion. "Now the first floor of the main units will be all living space. Open concept living and dining room. Kitchen with a small family room off it, a study on the shared wall behind the elevator that will allow you to access the each other without getting actually dressed, as Miss Lopez was so happy to hear."

"I was wondering how much space would we need to take from the family room and study to turn the powder room into an actual bathroom." I asked.

Trudy and Sander conferred over the floor plans. Sander answered me. "The powder room was actually fairly good sized at four by four…if we take two feet from each room…it would create some extra corners in both the family room and the study, but it would work. Guest bathroom?"

"Exactly. Kurt is not going to want just anyone using his bathroom. Let's be real…until he knows people really well, and other than Mike and Sam…none of our current male friends would be allowed." I nodded.

"Hell is sharing a bathroom with Finn Hudson." Kurt said solemnly. "I can definitely agree to that change."

"Would you want that change in both units?" Trudy asked.

I shook my head. "No, there shouldn't be a room in Artie's home that he can't access and I don't think that would give him enough room." Santana cosigned that and we moved forward.

We discussed the finishes and flooring for both entrance halls. Trudy helped us select the best elevator for our needs. Then we picked wall paints and treatments for the basement apartments as well as their flooring and bathroom pieces, like the tub and sinks and everything that would have to be installed or roughed out during the first stages of building. Somehow we had forgotten that step once we left the kitchen. When that was done, we tackled the flooring, wall treatments, sinks, cabinets, countertops, backsplashes, built-ins and everything for the first floor. The powder room would now have a shower stall for guests to use. It was decided that while we would have a smooth textured tray ceiling in the living/dining room, that ceiling would stop at the archway leading into the kitchen. The kitchen, family room, guest bathroom and study would all have the same tiled ceiling with embossed ceiling tiles, though Santana, Kurt and I couldn't agree on which of our two favorite choices, so that would be another way in which our units would differ. We could easily agree on hardwood floors, but we disagreed on which type of wood and finish. Yes, we wanted crown moldings, but we each liked something different. So personal spaces would have our favorite, and Kurt and I would compromise on those in our public spaces. Santana just picked what she liked or in certain cases what struck her as something Brittany or Artie would love. I managed to convince Kurt that we should pick the stair well that allowed for a small 'cupboard under the stairs' type room that I immediately found an organization system that would allow it to serve as both a linen closet and cleaning supply storage as well.

Once Trudy had checked off everything we needed to plan and choose for the first floor, we tackled layout for the second floor. The second floor was technically, actually big enough to handle four bedrooms and a bathroom; however the model home only had two. We preferred that set up. Unfortunately, it was quickly pointed out that we would have to change our mind. Sam and Puck texted me that they would need space for working out, 'the only gym nearby is hella sketchy'. On top of that, Kurt pointed out that we'd also need some rehearsal space. After a quick discussion it was decided that the second floor of our home would hold the workout space, and Santana's side would hold the rehearsal area, since Brittany would actually be the one to need it the most. The workout and rehearsal space were the easiest to design. They would have ceiling, floors and walls, overhead lights, and not much else. "Would you be able to install mirrors along one wall?" Marisol asked surprising all of us. "Both in the boys' gym and in the dance studio…you would need mirrors. The same type they have in real commercial settings would be best, those are usually glassless now."

Trudy texted someone, and in a minute responded. "We would be able to do so, but it wouldn't be an entire wall, and it would have to be installed differently than the commercial types. We would need to install it over the drywall…otherwise it would negatively affect resale-ability."

That was something none of us wanted. The last thing our parents needed was to ultimately be stuck with a money pit in a city they didn't live in. Marisol and Trudy worked though the anchoring needs for each mirror that would take up no more than two thirds of the interior wall and I thought about something entirely different. I came to the realization that I would love it if… maybe once we were done with college; Sam, Noah, and I could buy it from them. We went back to concentrating on the layout of the second floor. The gym and rehearsal room were both put in the front of the house to ensure more privacy for the bedrooms. They were both going to be wired so that we could plug and play our music in both spaces. In the event of resale, they could be billed as being media rooms. In the Commune/Klaine apartment, as I thought of it, the two bedrooms on the second floor were not created equal. One would be a guest room that measured eleven by sixteen. It would have a traditional closet and we decided that we would get a large area rug to cover the hardwood floor rather than laying down carpet. However Kurt and Blaine's bedroom would be a much more comfortable twelve and a half by eighteen, with his and his walk in closets. Since we had turned the first floor bathroom into the guest bath, we reoriented the entrance to the second floor bathroom so that it was only accessible through Klaine's bedroom. The bathroom itself measured ten by fourteen and Kurt personally picked every fixture, feature and tile. Of course he had done so the night before and therefore really only had to plan out the configuration for everything in the floor plans. There was only one other room on the second floor and that was the laundry room. The room was a modest three feet deep and five and half feet wide. I selected the shelving for above the washer and dryer as well as the flooring and walls. I didn't want hard wood in there, in case of washer machine malfunction, so I went with a stone laminate. I put tile on the walls to about the height of a high efficiency washer and dryer. Above that I went for a neutral paint color and cabinets with shelving for washing stuff storage. Santana elected to just copy mine exactly.

She also chose to have her second floor hold two guest rooms of equal fourteen by seventeen sizes. The bathroom would still measure ten by fourteen and Santana just turned to Kurt and told him to have fun. So he selected the fixtures and everything else in the guest bathroom in the LAP apartment too. He did work with the accessibility details as much as possible. Kurt even managed to find a shower tub combo that would work for Artie and also work for a guest who didn't have any physical disabilities. "Having a house designed for accessibility is almost going to guarantee great resale-ability. They are hard to come by in this city and always sell or rent very quickly." Mills told us after we'd congratulated Kurt on his job well done.

"I just want Artie to be comfortable. The only reason he wasn't as picked on as I was in high school is just because a lot of people draw a line at harassing the wheelchair kid. Those who didn't have those morals just seemed to tailor their bs to him…locking him in a porta potty was their favorite…I didn't do anything cause I didn't want them tossing me in a dumpster…but I should have." Kurt said quietly. "This is just me showing him that he is my friend and that I'm sorry for not speaking up."

I shook my head. "You had your own bullies Kurt. I interfered once when the puckheads were bothering Artie; the rest of those assholes started to turn on me. It actually scared me a little. If Rick wasn't still scared of me from back in the day…" I trailed off. It was freshman year, a long time ago, but I still remember the fear I'd felt. Several of those jerks had been staring at my chest so hard I think I was more afraid that things would turn sexually agressive more than just violent. Carol and Burt both enveloped Kurt in a hug as my mother and father did the same for me.

Santana, however, must have seen something in my eyes. She looked at me and quietly said, "I'm gonna need those names."

"We are too close to getting into a college in the city of our dreams. You cannot get into trouble now Santana." I argued.

Marisol laughed. "She won't get into trouble, Niña Bonita. Just give her the names of those boys. My sobrinos will take care of everything."

I tried to argue, only to have my dad chime in. "You can tell Santana and let her cousins handle it. Let's keep it real, not being so close to you, they probably won't kill them. Plus they know what they are doing and probably won't get caught. Your other option is for me to drag those names out of you."

Mills spoke up to diffuse the tension. "Tell Santana later. Let's get everything finished, so I can get home and figure out how to report your principal for gross negligence."

I wasn't sure if she was serious, but it did help me to refocus on the task at hand. With Kurt handling the second floor bathrooms, the rest of us went to work on the layout for the master suites. They would span almost the entire depth and breadth of the house, the stairs would empty out into a five by seven hallway like landing. Entering our suite, one would pass through an arched entryway into the ante chamber. Santana's entrance actually was a longish hallway that went between her and Brittany's large walk in closets. Their antechamber was in the middle of the floor where the elevator would empty out. Santana laid out the electrical so that Artie could use their antechamber as his own personal gamer's den. I decided to follow her lead and made sure that our antechamber would support a sort of man cave for Sam and Puck. Where Artie's den was only separated from the bedroom by a wall and a door, I chose to have ours separated by the two walk in closets, one for Sam and Noah to share and one just for me. Both of our antechambers and bedrooms had tray ceilings of differing configurations. Despite the different suite layouts, both master bedrooms measured a nice eighteen by fourteen.

Our master baths were also the same size and only accessible through the master bedrooms. They measured a large twelve by twelve with a three by four water closet. We each selected a corner, three seater jetted bathtub with separate showers stalls. Santana chose to have her shower stall with accessibility rails and a built in bench. I choose a larger shower stall that would be the same proportions as the tub in the opposite corner. We both loved the rainshower and wall mounts that Kurt had chosen for his and Blaine's bathroom, and had no problem stealing the idea. Of course Santana did add a hand held shower head for Artie. I decided against having a vanity in the bathroom and just chose to go for a double sink cabinet and countertop setup with plenty of storage and counter space between the two sinks. Santana found a great modern look dual sink vanity which she paired with a lower profile, though similar look single sink one for Artie. She picked out tempered glass countertops for both. I wasn't that into the super modern look and went with a nice light gray quartz. While I chose undermount sinks, Santana picked vessels. We both chose wall mounted faucets and chrome accessories. The one thing we didn't argue about at all was when Bubbie Ruth spoke up and said that we wanted underfloor heating in the master bathrooms, and Kurt's ensuite. There was lighting and flooring and wall tiles…but eventually we finally managed to get every aspect of the interior selected.

I stood and stretched only to find that we had forgotten to pick a few things about the externals and overalls. We picked roof type and material; we chose brick color and the style of the entrance stairs. The meeting took us a grand total of four hours, during which the guys texted us back information about the distance from our new home and our school. It was actually walkable in a pinch. We had our choices of several bodegas and drycleaners. There were several different types of restaurants nearby as well as a branch of the New York Public Library. We called them back just to get some different points of view of our selections. Puck and Sam actually hated the cobalt blue tile I'd fell in love with for our bathroom, so that had to be changed. Then Santana had to nix the lighting in her tray ceiling. Stacey, rightly, pointed out that Brittany would probably hate it. Stacey was sure that Britts would assume that fairies or fireflies were trapped up there.

After we finally left, Shelby texted us to tell us that she had run into William Schuester and he was hoping that we could all meet up for dinner. It was quickly decided, Finn begged so hard that no one could say no to him, that Finn, Kurt, Santana, Sam, Noah, and I would all go and have dinner with Schue, while Tessa would go and meet some of her old friends. Bubbie Ruth would take Triple S for a sleepover at her place which would then allow the grown up couples to have their own big city dates. I think I even heard Saul ask Mills if she had plans. We made our way, by subway, to the theatre district. "Alright, Schuester gets until seven and then we're out of there. When we get back to the hotel room, Babygirl, I want you to shower and pour yourself into your corset and collar. Sam, you'll be wearing mine. You will shower after Mercedes and I'm gonna shower after you. When I get out of the shower, both of you will be waiting on the bed for me and my next command." He said making me shiver and Sam smile almost proudly. "Oh, and eat well, but not heavy…we're gonna be going at it hard and fast."

I was really loving New York, there didn't seem to be anywhere we couldn't get to by train…or worse come to worse, taxi. Everything about the city seemed designed to cater to my big ass, crazy dreams. I definitely understood how people could get sucked in and start living way above their means. I'd have to keep a careful watch on myself. The guys were just as happy with Walmart jeans as they were with Nordstroms' so I knew they would be fine. After Puck's declaration of assertiveness, they peppered me with questions about our soon to be home. I told them about the built-ins the moms had picked out for the studies and family rooms in both of the main apartments and the ones that Gabby had picked for the small laundry rooms in basement units. "I'm telling you now; we'd have been there forever if we hadn't been able to divide the responsibilities between so many people. Like Carole picked the carpets and paint colors for the basement units. And Burt and George handled all of the utility and machiny stuff. And Sam, your dad fixed all the problems with the floor plans. All the dads worked together to handle the backyard and patio choices. Becah made sure that they didn't shank us with ridiculous mark ups on stuff that we could buy and install later. In fact, when we get here in August, the appliances, like the refrigerators and stoves…pretty much everything except the microwaves and the garbage disposals and the dishwashers, you know, the stuff that has to be INSTALLED…will be missing. Mom said that we'd start researching which ones would be best and order them for delivery that Monday after we get here. Dad, Burt, Mr. Anderson and Dr. Lopez are going to buy the ones for us and Santana and Gabby, Mrs. Abrams, Becah and Mr. Pierce are going to buy the ones for the downstairs units."

"Hey speaking of the units…if they get into Columbia, think we should see if Ryan and Riley want to go in together and rent one of the units. I mean they got along great on the tour, maybe they could get along well enough to be roommates." Sam suggested.

"We can make the offer. I'm pretty sure that Ryan can probably afford the rent himself, his parents make Blaine's look merely well to do." I joked.

We all laughed at that before we knew it we had reached the station. It was a short walk to Pure Thai Cookhouse, the restaurant we were meeting Mr. Schue at. Santana and I exchanged speaking looks. The place looked like a straight up hole in the wall. Sam must have seen the glance. "Give it a chance…come next August, we're gonna need places like this once we are responsible for feeding ourselves. Besides, it's Zagats rated," he pointed out a little sign in the door, "so we know the food will be good."

With those words of wisdom, Finn opened the door and hurried inside. The way Finn and Mr. Schuester greeted each other made me wonder for just a second why there weren't MORE rumors about their n inappropriate relationship between them floating around the halls last year. I mean I knew that there was nothing wrong going on…but they really needed to stop acting like they hadn't seen each other since they'd saved each other's lives in a fire fight. Then Mr. Schuester hugged the rest of us, and it was easy to tell that he really was glad to see us, he just wasn't as glad as he had been to see Finn. "Wow, has it really only been six months since I saw all of you last. You're all looking so grown up." Schue gushed happily. "Mercedes, I almost didn't recognize you." I could feel my bitch face slipping into place. "No, no, I just mean your fashion choices have really changed."

I looked down at the dark wash skinny jeans, comfort sole black wedge calf boots and simple cashmere lavender cowl neck sweater that had been revealed when I took off my coat. There wasn't a bright color, loud pattern, animal print or anything he was used to seeing me in anywhere in sight. Before I could open my mouth to say a word though, Kurt beat me to the punch. "She is happy and no longer has to scream, or let her clothes scream for her, to get the attention she deserves." He summarized. I know he wanted to say more but Finn threw him a 'please don't wreck this' puppy dog look so he let it go at that.

Schue at least had the good grace to blush. "Yes, Sue sent me a copy of the tape from sectionals. You all did so well."

"Kurt selected the songs." Finn said proudly. "He showcased every one of the seniors."

Schue looked a little uncomfortable. "I saw. Your version of 'We Are the World' was awe inspiring. I wasn't sure about the rap portion, but the crowd liked it."

"Yeah, Lauren and Steven were awesome." Finn said proudly completely missing the censure in Schue's tone. "We have enough kids that Shelby will definitely have enough to run the New Directions for at least few years. She has some great plans for building it up to be as big as the Carmel choir, number wise at least. Thanks to Sam, Puck and Cedes already being discovered and everything, from the things I could hear people saying at Sectionals, we're considered legendary in the NHSSCA circles."

Schuester was starting to look like he had swallowed a pickle. Fortunately for him our waiter arrived and we had to put a hold on our discussion to give our orders. Once the guy had left, Mr. Schuester hurried to ask, "Tell me about all the new kids. Did I see Azimio Adams?" Again Santana and I exchanged glances, he could have come back to the discussion by talking about the other songs we'd sung, but then again Finn wasn't in either of the other two songs.

"Yeah, he needed the credit to graduate, but he can definitely sing." Puck said with a laugh. "Bieste threatened to have him kicked out if one more slushie got thrown anywhere in the entire school, so he is running shit like a boss." We went on to tell him about the younger set as well as the new seniors that he didn't really know. We talked about how Shelby was using the trickle down education method. She taught all of us, but she also expected us to be able to help the newer people and even each other learn everything and practice everything. Santana took care to tell him how Shelby had taught Brittany and Mike to sing better and how she'd taken Sugar from sounding like a cat being slowly strangled to death to actually being able to carry a decent choral tune.

"That is all so amazing." Schue said happily. He told us about his time in April Rhodes show and the one he was currently in, Memphis. It was soon to draw to go on tour, which Schue didn't really want to do; however he has already had a call back for 'The Realistic Jones'. He told us about his apartment not too far from where we were and asked us about our plans. Everyone ran through the decisions we'd made. Kurt was giddy enough to tell him all about the NYU interviews we'd all had. "Wow. I'm just so proud of all of you. If you need a reference don't hesitate to give me a call. I've already handled Rachel's for NYADA, Tisch, Julliard and AMDA."

I tensed. Kurt tensed. Santana started muttering in Spanish and both Puck and Sam bowed up. "Please don't mention her." Finn said through clenched teeth.

"What? I know that things were rough at the end of the year last year, but I'm sure that you all have worked through it by now. I didn't see her in the Sectional performance but when she called to ask for the references, she explained that her fathers had made her change schools hoping that the new environment would help her heal from the fight." Schuester bored right ahead.

"Hiram and Antwan had nothing to do with her changing schools other than not raising a big stink over the fact that she had forged their signatures on the transfer papers." I said quietly my anger getting the better of me. Her fathers had both been livid. My dad had said that Antwan was very close to resorting to corporal punishment. "There is nothing to work through. That child has tried to punish me for her perceived slights from the universe for the last time."

Schuester opened his mouth again. This time it was Sam that cut him off. "Mr. Schuester…if you brought us here to talk about Rachel then we can just call this catching up session done. We'll wish you well in all your future endeavors and roll the hell out. All you need to know is that that bitch is crazy and she went too far this last time. Jesus may forgive…but not a single one of us will forget."

"I..I…I had no idea. I'm sorry." He apologized and then in true Schuester fashion went back to talking about show choir. "Shelby told me that the NHSSCA had released the Regionals theme. She said that I could be the one to share it with you guys…you know for old times' sake."

"That's so cool Mr. Schue…what is it?" Finn glommed on to the happy thought.

Mr. Schuester laughed. "The theme for Regionals is 'Motown'."

CONTROL

Puck PoV

Dinner with Schue was about what we expected it to be. After we refused to discuss Rachel, and he'd told us the Regional's theme, he pretty much forgot that the rest of us existed while he talked to Finn. But it was all good…we left his ass with the check. The train ride and walk back to the hotel was so bad. Mercedes, Sam and I were all pretty much vibrating with anticipation. Thank God Santana caught her train back to her Abuelo's home, or I know she'd have put us on blast with the quickness. We said good night to Kurt and Finn in the Lobby and damn near ran to our room. Sam ended up showering first while Mercedes and I got out the toys and arranged them on the nightstand. She laid out her newest corset, one she must have ordered off the internet or something I'd not seen it before, nor had I seen the choker that matched its black lace exactly that joined the rufffly, lacy corset on the bed. Cede added a pair of stockings but moving quickly I took those and put them up. As much as I like the look of her legs in the silky sheer things, I wanted to see her toes curl later. To her I simply said, "Corset and collar only."

I watched as her beautiful dark chocolate eyes melted. I knew that if I were to put my hand between her thighs, she'd be giving off heat despite the jeans she had yet to remove. "While I am in the shower, you and Sam can kiss and make out…but your tits stay behind the corset and his fingers stay out of your sexy little cunt." She shivered at the use of the bad word. "Tonight, there will be no euphemisms…no 'nice'ing shit up. You have a cunt…at best a pussy. You have big, soft, sexy tits and a hot, round ass. Sam and I have long, thick, hard cocks. Say it with me, Babygirl…cunt." She repeated the word, then tits and cock. Fuck I love seeing her say naughty shit. When Sam came out of the bathroom, Cede made to rush in. I grabbed her wrist gently. "Your fingers stay out of that hot little cunt too…" for now. I thought the last phrase to myself.

As soon as the door to the bathroom closed, I turned my attention to letting Sam know what I wanted from him. "Now, Sammy boy," I smirked as I explained the rules I had given to our girlfriend, "I want you to try to get her to break those rules. I want to see if she will let you finger fuck her while I'm in the shower. I don't want you to go any further than that. I'll let you know that when I get out, I'm going to have our girl play with herself until she comes. If you succeed in getting her to break the rules, I'll reward you. If she stays a good Babygirl…then she gets the reward. I'm gonna tell you like I told her, no nice language tonight. I want to hear you using the word cunt and ass, tits and fuck only tonight."

Sam nodded. "You're really enjoying this aren't you?"

"Hells yeah." I laughed.

"Nice to see you acting like this when not high as hell on 'shrums." He teased as he picked up my collar from the table. "So I guess it is my turn to wear this. Will you put it on me?" his voice was low and husky and sent a zing of heat straight to my balls. I stepped up behind Sam and smiled as he turned his back to me. I nipped his shoulder and carefully fastened the chocker kissing it as I left it to rest against his skin. He turned around and laid a strong, massively dominating kiss on me. "Sorry," he told me unapologetically. "I had to get that out of my system. I'll be good."

I heard once upon a time that you'd know that your relationship was built to last when laughter was a part of every aspect of your relationship. If that is true than Cede, Sam and I are definitely gonna make it. Before I really thought she would be finished, Mercedes came out of the bathroom looking and smelling like pure, naked heaven. Sam and I tied her into her corset and I headed into the bathroom to take my own shower. Some of the things I had planned for the night meant that I need to ensure that every part of me was 'so fresh and so clean-clean'. I took my time in the shower, as much as I could with all the anticipation surging through me anyway. I didn't just need to give SammyBoy some time to seduce Babygirl, I also needed to get off before shit got started for real. I had been hard as a damn rock pretty much since we'd left that Thai restaurant. Mr. Schue might have pissed us all off. But that just made my condition even worse; Mercedes Jones is fuckin' sexy when she is mad as hell. Even though I was trying to kill some time, like any teenage guy, I had rubbing one out down to an exact science. It didn't take me much time at all to handle my business. I got clean, made sure that I had rinsed all my baby batter down the drain, toweled off and headed back into the room. I grabbed two of the extra bath sheets from the closet shelf as I passed and moved a chair to the end of the bed. I placed it far enough back that someone kneeling or sitting on the bath sheet I laid on the floor next to the chair would still be able to see the bed, but not so far back that I would hit the dresser if I tipped back a little. I spread the second bath sheet on the chair sat down and watched one of my favorite sights. Sam and Mercedes making out.

They were seated at the headboard, resting against the pillows. Cede's tits were still hidden behind her corset. In deference to everything she had to do the next day, she had braided her hair down and wrapped it around her head. I noticed with a smile that she had left off her scarf. It was as if she were trying very hard to avoid 'punishment', which baffled me for a second. She usually loved getting punished and came hard as hell, sometimes even having mini aftershocks well into the next day when she had to sit in a hard chair. That made me realize why she was refusing to give into her naughty side. The next day she was going to be doing a lot of sitting. No way did she want to have any aftershocks around Santana. Our Latina friend would definitely sniff her out like she was Tangeray. (RIP Amy Winehouse)

By the time they came up for air, I was getting hard again and ready to get the show on the road. I gave them both my dirtiest smirk. "Alright Lady and Gentleman…tonight is all about what I like and what I want. So I'm gonna start with my only real rule for the night. I don't want to hear a single one of those stupid euphemisms for sex or sexy parts. I want to hear both of you using the dirtiest, raunchiest words you know. SammyBoy, Babygirl is up first. You can come and take a seat next to me." I indicated the towel I had laid out on the floor. There was a time that I wouldn't have bothered. But Mercedes had long ago showed us the light…almost literally. After our first trip to New York, she had made Sam and I watch a bunch of those Discovery Channel 'black light and luminol in hotel rooms' shows. It was so damn gross, at least until she reminded us how we'd enjoyed busting our nuts all over the place when we made love to her in our hotel room. I was drawn back from my remembering when Sam placed another few kisses to Cede's bare shoulder and stood. Kissing our woman had had a profound effect on him. He was hard as hell. His cook was jutting out proudly, full on parallel to the floor. I tore my eyes from that fucking horn inspiring sight and focused on the horn inspiring sight that was Babygirl laying on the bed. "Now my beautiful, sexy Babygirl…I want you to tell us your darkest, naughtiest, dirtiest fantasy…something that not even we know…that you've never told a soul." I could see the hesitation in her eyes, so I pushed just a little bit. "You are safe here with us Babygirl. You know that neither of us would ever judge you."

She took comfort in the fact that she knew that we would never hurt her by sharing something that personal with anyone else. "Oui Seigneur." She said giving me her sexiest little 'Baby/Babygirl' smile.

I had to cut her off before she started talking so she would know exactly what I expected of her. "Now while you are telling SammyBoy and me your secret fantasy, you're going to let those little fingers of your play away. You don't stop your story telling until you've busted off at least two times for us to watch." I laughed as I watched her face go through several different emotions before it finally settled on amused exasperation. "Now Babygirl, lay down on that bed and tell me and SammyBoy a story. Make a sexy little show of it."

"Oui Seigneur." She murmured again. And she fucking ran with the idea of making it a show. She turned, showing us her magnificent ass as she got the pillows exactly as she wanted them. I saw her fiddling with her corset and just as I began to tell her to leave it on, she turned to face us. I don't know what the fuck she had done, but her tits were bear and hanging there so damn sexy they were making my mouth water. Cede gracefully laid down on the bed, her legs still closed hiding her pussy from my view. "Seigneur and Monsieur, as mon frère told you when I was younger, I developed quite an entendre for pornography. Japanese Anime, Hentai, to be specific. I love the tentacle monster movies, and the naughty school girls, but my favorites, my very absolute favorites were the 'strangers on the train' movies." As she spoke, Babygirl started to slowly stroke her big, lush tits. "Being here, riding the subway with the two of you and your 'hidden' groping is driving me crazy in the best possible way." She prefaced her story.

I guess that she felt she had explained enough because her voice became softer and dreamier as she started to speak again.

"I had heard of people being molested on the train. For that matter I'd even been groped myself, both on the station platform and on the train. It was just one of the hazards a curvy young woman had to watch out for.

But a full on indecent assault in the middle of a crowded train with a hundred or so people packed into the carriage? I wouldn't have believed it possible.

It had been a hot day and I had been smart enough to dress for the weather. While at my office I might need to be smartly turned out but as far as I was concerned there was no way I was travelling on the train in my work clothes. After work I'd shed my professional suit and donned a sundress; far more appropriate for this sort of weather.

The train before hers had been cancelled with apologies. Defective air conditioner in the driver's cabin, or something like that. This meant that, instead of being at the front of the platform and almost guaranteed a seat; I was standing on the platform behind a host of passengers.

The train pulled in and I found myself swept forward with the crowd and jammed aboard in a large, hot, sweaty throng.

I checked around and noticed in this particular car that there is a single seat tucked just around from the doors, usually labelled with a tag saying this seat should be given to elderly or handicapped passengers. I didn't actually get that seat, but I was jammed into the space immediately in front of it.

The train started with a jerk and someone bumped hard against me. I had no room to move my feet and found myself suddenly sitting on the lap of the man who had claimed that single seat. The guy who bumped into me looked apologetic; his dark brown Mohawk gave him a rakish appearance that made the apology look somehow false.

Red faced, I struggled to my feet, apologizing profusely. I'd barely managed to stand when I was bumped again and sitting again. Before I could struggle to my feet again, an arm went around my waist.

Fuck she is so hot, her hands are getting more demanding, twisting and pulling her tits already. I glance down at Sam and see that he is as enraptured as I am, though whether it was by her words or watching her play with those big ass titties I couldn't say.

"Listen, Darlin'," growled the passenger I kept landing on. His southern accent was strangely out of place on this train. But it was delicious nonetheless. "Instead of spending the journey falling onto me every five minutes why don't you just sit on my blasted knee and don't move. It'll be simpler for both of us."

I was embarrassed, but I found that the man's solution did make sense. The train was so crowded that the space I had been occupying had already been filled. Any attempt to stand would only result in my being knocked down again. After a few moments, the man spoke to me again. "I trust you don't mind if I read the newspaper?" he drawled.

He reached around me, opening the newspaper across my lap and commenced reading. I had nothing better to do and I found myself also reading it as the train proceeded on its way.

Mercedes was taken by complete surprise when the man's hand moved off the paper and ducked under it, landing on my leg. To my amazement, under the cover of the newspaper he ran his hand up my leg, sliding it under my dress and cupping to my pussy.

My immediate reaction was to try to stand, but the crowded condition of the carriage neatly prevented this; especially the nearness of the guy with the Mohawk, to stand I would pretty much have to press my face and tits into his crotch. My second reaction was to try to push his hand away, but he determinedly ignored my tugging on his arm, continuing to stroke me through my quickly dampening panties.

Her legs finally fell open, revealing her tight little pussy. She was already so wet she was almost dripping. For a moment, I could barely breathe. Every breath took the sweet apricot musk of her into my nose and straight to my cock.

"Will you stop that?" I hissed, turning my head to glare at him. My brown eyes locked with his green eyes. While mine were angry and resisting the lust that being this close to a well cut man who smelled as good as the one below me did.

"No," came his smiling reply. "You'll either have to make a fuss or put up with being teased for a while."

I cringed internally. I had a choice to make, make a fuss and tell everyone that the man whose knee I was sitting on was groping me? I'd rather die. If I had to I could put up with his touch until I could get up and away. And then I'd kick his balls so hard his grandkids would be impotent.

Swearing to myself, I persevered, feeling fingers running up and down my mound, lightly scratching my labia through my panties. I flinched when a finger darted under my panties, running along my slit and slipping between my lips.

With a sense of relief or something like it, I found that the man had moved his hand away from me, but a nagging feeling of something wrong was causing me to fret. I looked around the car. 'What had changed?' The car was still hella crowded. The guy with the Mohawk was still in front of me subtly leering down my sundress. It was only then that I made the connection, if he could see over the paper, than he had seen what the southern pervert had been doing to me all along.

Babygirl's fingers started to delve into her cunt. I watched, barely keeping my ass in my chair, as she slowly dipped her finger in her juices and used the wet digit to play with her clit. I licked my lips wanting so damn bad to be that fucking little finger. When she started to actually finger herself, I realized that she was a lot further gone than I'd thought just a moment ago.

I was quickly yanked from my thoughts when fingers came dancing back along my pussy. They were now running over my naked cunt. The dick had eased my panties to the side leaving my mound completely exposed. I twisted and tried to pull away, but his hand was holding my ass firmly in place.

There was another new element as well. At first I had assumed it was his arm that was pressing against my ass I suddenly realized with a sense of horror and unwanted desire that the man had managed to release his cock and his erection was pressing up between my legs.

If I had had qualms about making a fuss when he was just playing with my panties they were quite small to the feeling of horror I felt at the thought of yelling out that this man is rubbing his cock against me. I'd just die of embarrassment. Swearing softly, I tried to flung little dagger like looks over my shoulder, unfortunately they totally failed to wound the man laughing at me. Things couldn't get much worse, I thought.

I was wrong. The train lurched to the side as it crossed some points, being switched to another line. At the same time the man lifted me way too easily and let me sink down again.

My eye went wide in shock. He wouldn't. He couldn't. It turned out he would, could and did. The head of his erection was pressing firmly between my lips and I was slowly sinking onto his shaft. He felt so fucking huge. I tried to get my feet under me to make an effort to pull away, but the lurching train and a push from the mohawked man I was getting more and more sure was my seat partner's accomplice just tossed me straight back onto his lap. Worse, it forced me down further onto his cock and I could feel it pushing steadily up inside my cunt.

Her first orgasm broke her from her daydream as soft grunts and moans replaced the dreamy voice that was totally wrapped around my balls. Fuck, I had so many plans; I was not tossing them all out the window just because Babygirl is sexier than fuck. She eventually caught her breath and in resumed her tale.

'What the hell was I to do now', I wondered to myself. A glance around showed that no passengers had noticed anything out of the ordinary. No-one was looking at them, but this bastard had taken his cock and shoved it up her. 'What does he hope to achieve', I wondered. He can't really start humping me in the middle of the carriage or everyone will notice and I'll start screaming and the hell with being embarrassed.

'What he intended to do', it turned out, was nothing. He just sat there; holding me firmly nestled on his erection. It took me a minute or two to work out exactly what was going on. We sat in the train as it went its way. We were sitting in that rocking, trembling, vibrating train as it went its way, and it seemed to me that each bump, each rocking motion, every single vibration was being carried up that blasted cock inside me and directly into my G-spot.

I could feel heat rising within me, stirring me up further than his teasing ever could have, igniting my senses. I bowed my head, not daring to look up in case someone saw the look on my face. One glance and they would know what was happening to me. I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop myself gasping or squealing.

The train went on its way. Twenty minutes until the first major stop where passengers would start to disembark. Was I going to have to ride like this for the full twenty minutes? It turned out it didn't really matter. I was rocked with my first climax after less than ten minutes, the whole train acting as a vibrator designed to help the man's cock pleasure her.

I was shaking from the aftermath of pleasure when I heard a voice whisper in my ear. "That's one."

On the train went. Mercedes was prepared to swear that the man's erection was growing with each passing mile. All I was aware of was this cock inside her, filling my cunt and bringing me so much unwanted pleasure. I almost missed the signs and I was barely in time to jam my hand into my mouth when my second climax struck. It took everything in me to stifle my screams of pleasure.

I swore softly when a voice calmly whispered "That's two. She really is a responsive little thing, isn't she, Sam?"

"Hell yeah, fuck her cunt is tight as hell, too Puck." The miles seemed to pass so very slowly, each one of them bringing its own unique vibrations, all of which seem to be carried up a rigid shaft and into my pussy.

Then came a whispered, "Time's up," and Mercedes felt a sudden flooding within her, the hot gush enough to send my black ass tumbling over the edge for a third time.

A hand came wandering around my pussy, tugging at my panties and adjusting my dress. "Three to one," laughed a smooth southern, voice in my ear. "I guess you won."

A few minutes later the train pulled into the station and I hauled myself shakily to my feet and out of the carriage, not looking back. There was an odd aftermath to that little contretemps. Another train was cancelled (mouse in the driver's cabin) and I found myself in another overly crowded train. Determinedly I tried to avoid being anywhere near that single seat. The incoming crowd from the other side of the train jostled me to the back and I held tight to an overhead strap. I found myself pressed between two very familiar male bodies. The guy with the Mohawk was pressed against my back this time, his southern friend my front. "Hell yeah Sam…guess it's my turn." He said with a laugh as his hands found their way around my waist and up to my tits just as the train pulled out of the station."

Mercedes may have gone on; if not for the fact that she started cumming so hard she couldn't even speak. Quietly I looked down at Sam. "SammyBoy, go slurp up all them juices." I commanded. He was up and on that bed so fast he fucking blurred. I watched for a moment as he worked Babygirl into a frenzy. Her screams started to echo in the room, knocking all the cool, calm and collected right out of my ass. I climbed onto the bed and started fucking her face and throat without preamble. Fuck it felt so good when she screamed around my cock, I almost couldn't pull out to have what I really wanted. I turned around and sandwiched my cock between her tits. "Sammy, get a condom on and get your dick wet…then hold Babygirls tits tight around my cock."

It took him a minute to get his tongue out of our woman, but he was soon following my orders precisely. Sam was pretty far gone too. The second he got the head of his cock into Cede's clenching, cumming pussy he surged forward. Usually he gave her time to adjust, but this night after that story, he just started pounding away. His hands fastened on the sides of our woman's big ass tits and his lips and tongue went to work, licking both her nipples and my dick whenever it poked its head out of the tunnel he was creating with her titflesh. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. "Babygirl, tongue fuck my ass. I've been dreaming of feeling those soft ass lips sucking my asshole."

"Oui Seigneur," she moaned loud and long behind me and I felt her hot little tongue lapping erratically and erotically at my asshole. The rim job had no finesse 'cause Sam was giving it to our Babygirl so well that she was just pretty much one big orgasm at that point but finesse didn't matter when that shit was feeling that fucking good. Before I realized it I was the one screaming as I pumped spurt after spurt after spurt of cum all over Cede's belly and Sam's chin and chest. Sam came with a loud moan/grunt combo. I flopped onto my back, and quietly asked Babygirl and SammyBoy to suck my cock. I'd barely flagged at all, but I wanted to be nice and hard so I could give Mercedes as much pleasure as she had me. I ate her out, licked her asshole until she screamed and then made love to her while she used her mouth to make Sam bust another nut. I made slow sweet love to Cede to make up for everything else being so frantic. We both came pulling Sam with us. I barely got the cum filled condom into the trash before I joined my lovers and blacked the hell out.

AS I PROMISED: You reviewed, and I delivered. Sorry for the language, but I wanted Puck to really have fun.

Mills has taken on a life of her own. Apparently she is just as stubborn in this verse where she had an easier life and became a real estate broker as in the one where her life is literally borderline hell.

I tried to pretty up the terminology of Anime...but it is what it is and I do love it.

So I'm pretty much decorating the house with pictures as I go along. I'm gonna post the finishings and everything over at the Group just for the halibut.

I would apologize for the rant about reviews last chapter...but it would be hollow and insincere.

Please continue to review so I don't have to channel my inner whiner baby.

TTFN,
Anni