Here Goes...
Mercedes and Sam stared at the condoms, completely baffled. It was totally bad enough that they had to find a clerk to unlock the glass that held them, but then – they weren't sure of what to get, so they ended up staring at the numerous boxes, utterly confused and a bit embarrassed, because the clerk sort of stood there, watching them. Sam didn't help when he asked the woman, "Do y'all get a lot of condom theft?"
That made her even more suspicious as she admitted, "We get lots of teenagers who can't really afford them, but of course, know that they can't afford a baby, either." She eyed Mercedes cautiously.
Mercedes swiftly said, "I'm 22 years old!"
Sam smirked at her and picked up a box of condoms, "Don't lie, you sneaky teen. That woman knows a couple of kids out to get it on when she sees them."
"I have my ID," She said, reaching into her purse.
"You don't have to prove it, Ms. Pretty. Help me pick out a box – I don't know one from another," Sam said. He looked at the clerk and asked her, "Have you ever used these before? What makes them specifically for her pleasure and does that mean no pleasure for him?" The clerk rolled her eyes and walked away from the young couple at the display. "She didn't answer my question. How rude was that?" Sam shook his head and read the box, "What does ribbed mean?"
Mercedes moved in closer to him and studied the box, "It seems like there's little ridges on it, or something. I don't understand why that would be for my pleasure, though. I guess I'd have to actually feel it to understand."
"You want to get these?" He asked.
"Not really. I haven't even done it with a regular condom yet, I don't wanna jump right into ribbed ones. What if that takes away from the initial feel of my first time? I just want regular old plain condoms. Which ones are the plain ones? Is there one that just says plain on it?" She asked, picking up a box.
"If there is, I'm missing it. What have you got there?" he wondered.
"Non-lubricated. Maybe this is the plain one," she said, reading the box.
"I was told not to get those, before. You got some natural lube in your, you know, so it might not bother you as much, but with me just wrapping my junk in some tight rubber and then rubbing it in and out a tight space with no lube."
"Yuck. You'll be chafed," she said and put the box down, "For that matter, I might get chafed, too. I don't really moisten that well."
"Yes, you do," he argued, putting the ribbed ones into the small handheld basket that he had. She pointed to them and her eyes questioned him, "They're for after we've already tried the regular ones. If they say they're for your pleasure, I wouldn't even feel right just leaving them here, without at least trying one of them out."
She shrugged her shoulders and reached for a box of lubricated condoms, "Whatever you say, and no – I don't. Things have just been very different with you around me. I've never... my body has never been this way, before," she said, turning darker in the face as she studied the words on the box a little too hard. "Just in case, do you think we need any of that?" She nudged her head towards the lube as he snatched the box from her hand and tossed it into the basket.
Sam reached for a bottle of lube and read it, "Heating sensation... da da da da da... wait... if I'm reading this right, this," he shook the bottle of lube at her, "will make that," he pointed down at her private area, "hotter AND wetter?" He looked up at her with this bright, excited smile and these joyous green eyes that made her laugh and look away shyly – how much this thought entertained him. He tossed it into the basket. "I don't know – many of these things sound very good. These are extra thin, for a realistic feel.. wait – does it not feel real with the other ones?" He wondered, looking at her worried, then into the basket.
"It must feel real, I mean – people all over the world use them," she said, with a nervous shrug.
"I'll get these, too – just in case," he said, throwing them in.
"Sam, do you realize that you have three different boxes of rubbers and a sizable bottle of lube. How long or often do you plan on us doing this?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest and looking around, nervously.
"Well, I'm hoping that since we're both gonna be each other's firsts that neither of us are planning on making this a one and done deal. So, some of these condoms are for the near future. You're just too special of a lady to just settle for whatever constitutes as plain old condoms."
"What about you? Shouldn't you get these that have the wider tip?" She asked. He turned red and she quickly tried to explain, "For the semen, I mean. When you have your moment, it's so much semen. It's like an unreal amount. It's more like the hentai that we watched than the porn. You produce a lot of..." She covered her face and threw the box into the basket for him. "I feel so ridiculous, right now."
"I guess that I do cum a lot," he admitted, with a shrug, but still red in the face. "And I have an odd shape, so the big tip might be good for that." He wrapped his arms around her and the basket was in front of her as they both still read the many boxes in front of them, "There are just so many. I want to try as many of them as possible."
"You don't have to buy them all now, though," she told him.
"Yeah, but if we try the regular ones, then the ribbed ones and we want to see if we like the light bulb shaped ones, I don't want to try them like weeks later, after I've maybe forgotten a little bit how the ribbed ones were. We're in it together. Let's try it together. Let's try it all, together. Those, in the purple box have spermicide. If I got so much semen, I might need extra spermicide, because I'll have extra sperm, right?"
"But, why does a condom need spermicide? Isn't the condom like 99% effective? Is the spermicide for that 1%? Because if so, the purchaser is being cheated. Look at how much more those are! Sam, we don't need any more condoms for right now. I think we have enough, even for condom testing purposes," she laughed.
He kissed her on the neck, softly and said, "Alright, then."
"Mercedes?" She heard and looked up to see her boss, Jacob, who alerted when Sam turned around to look at him too. "Sam Evans?" Jacob stared at the both of them, dumfounded and they noticed his eyes move to the basket full of condoms.
"Jacob, hey, man – what's up?" Sam asked, turning red, all over again while Mercedes simply stared at Jacob with her mouth stuck open. "We're just getting some stuff for some things," Sam tried, but couldn't.
"Stop talking," Mercedes said, then told Jacob, "Good to see you, Jacob. See you at work." She grabbed Sam's arm and rushed towards the counter with him.
"Didn't we need to get some other things?" He asked.
"Nope. We can pick them up somewhere else," she said. Then, when they reached the counter, the cashier had to price check on some of the condoms. Apparently, there was some sort of sale that wasn't ringing, which resulted in the coworkers calling out specifications of the merchandise...
"No, that's the ribbed ones, what about the extra sensitive ones?" The cashier was asking, when the customer behind them asked her husband, "Good Lord, how many condoms do these people need?"
Mercedes reached into Sam's pocket for his keys and said, "I'll wait in the truck." He nodded, as red in the face as a beet. When he got into the vehicle with the bags, he immediately started laughing. Mercedes was frowning and simply shook her head, "We need to order them online next time. That was too much."
"I'll do it alone, next time," he offered, with a smile. "Granted, knowing me, it'll take me all day and I'll probably break the bank by the time I leave." He playfully elbowed her. "You okay? I know that was really embarrassing for you to run into Jacob Ben Israel in the condom section with a basket full..."
She burst into laughter and he stared at her. "You think that sex will make us a little less awkward? Because if it will, then we have to get on this asap. Cause I'm tired. Effie I'm TIIII-IIIIYYED!" She laughed again, covering her face while Sam stared at her, highly confused.
"Um... we can get right on it. I just gotta pick up Maurice from my buddy, Joe's place." Sam rolled his "R" when he said "Maurice," so when Mercedes repeated it, she said it the same way.
"Maurice?"
"Yep! That's my lil' buddy. I didn't... I didn't tell you about Maurice?" He asked, surprised. "What the hell did we talk about this weekend?"
"Sex, high school, our nosy ass friends, porn, hentai, movies, comic books and television shows."
"Wow," Sam said and looked at her. "Do you think we should talk about like more maybe important stuff?"
"We'll have time, right?" She asked, worried.
"Yes, of course," he told her and reached for her hand. "I just don't want this to be meaningless for you or for you to think that it's meaningless to me. This is really the most amazing thing to happen to me in years."
She shyly laughed and asked, "So, who is Maurice?"
"Maurice is my Capuchin," he said, and began to sort through his phone, while he drove. She watched the road, a bit uncomfortably as he found his photos and handed her his phone.
"Oh! You got a monkey?" She asked, both surprised and amused. "Aww, he is adorable, Sam!"
"He's a rascal, that's for sure. I think that you'll like him, though."
When Sam helped Mercedes out of his old truck and led her up the walkway to the house with bountiful trees out front and a large crucifix on the front door, she furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "Who lives here?"
"My buddy Joe's family. But, he'll be the only one here, right now. His dad's probably out selling Bibles and his mom works at their church during the day."
"Are they like really, really religious?" she asked.
"They're pretty cool. Well, his dad can be a little weird, but his mom's awesome. You'd love her. She's got an awesome voice and plays a bunch of instruments," Sam said and rang the doorbell. After a short moment, a guy with dreadlocks and bare feet opened the door.
"Oh, is it that time, already?" Joe asked, with a smile. "Come inside, friends." He walked through the house and Mercedes came inside, first, followed by Sam. "Hi, Mercedes," he said.
"Hi, Joe," she said back, a bit awkwardly.
He smiled softly and said, "I remember meeting you when I was looking for a public school. You were over the God Squad and I talked to you about the different things that your group did. We eventually decided on McKinley, but I was very near leaning towards coming to your school, just to be a member of the God Squad. But, my dad was freaked out that you had a pregnant girl in there." He smiled apologetically. "Funny enough, I ended up seeing her again, at McKinley, the next year."
"Yeah, Quinn," Mercedes said with a nod. "I remember you, now. You named your dreads after books of the Bible!" She cheered.
"Yes! That was me," he said.
The two of them began to talk about things and Sam cleared his throat and interrupted, "I'm sorry, but Mercedes and I have some really important stuff to do. I gotta get my space cowboy and get going, Bro."
"Right, of course!" Joe said and rushed to get the cage that Maurice was inside of,
"Were you flirting, Mermaid?" Sam asked, trying to mask his tinge of jealousy.
She scoffed, laughed and said, "No! I was just being nice. Why would I flirt with one of your friends? That's just tasteless and I'm a little bit disappointed that you think that I'd do that."
"No, I was just... he was definitely flirting!" Sam said. "It seemed kind of like the two of you kinda dig each other."
Joe came back with a covered cage and said, "He's a little restless. He heard his dad's voice and got excited."
"Thanks so much, Joe. I really appreciate you watching him for me," Sam said.
"Anytime, Sam." Joe's eyes went back to Mercedes and he said, "It was great seeing you again. Maybe, I'll be seeing you in the future."
"Stop flirting!" Sam hissed, partially playfully. Joe smiled and shook his head, his face indicating that he definitely was not flirting as he showed the two out.
She had been relatively quiet the entire ride to his place and he was unsure if that was because she was nervous, or because she was still offended that he thought that she was flirting with Joe. She was looking out of the window. It was a really pretty day and the day was not even half over yet. Sam didn't know if maybe they should try to do something else first, then go do this, or just get it out of the way... or if she even still wanted to with the silence coming from her. "Are you alright?" He finally asked, as he helped her out of the truck at his apartment.
"I'm nervous," she admitted.
"Yeah, me too," he told her, "And I'll understand if you aren't ready.
She smiled softly at him and let him escort her to the door. He unpacked their things and Maurice's cage. When he got everything inside, he noticed that she was looking at the family photos on his bookshelf, near his desk. He set the cage down and let Maurice pout, who quickly leaped out and climbed all over him. "Hey, Joker! Come meet Daddy's new friend. You better like her too, because Daddy wants her to start hanging around as much as she can." When Sam collected his pet in his arms and brought him over to Mercedes, she was about to coo when the tiny creature leaped onto her chest and began digging down her cleavage!
"Oh my God!" She squealed and put both of her hands up, too nervous to reach for the animal and risked getting bit or scratched. For the moment, he seemed to be searching for something, much to Sam's amusement as he rushed to collect him. When he was off of her, she held her hands over her chest and asked, "Is that typical monkey behavior?"
"I promise, he's never done that before!" Sam said, trying not to laugh as he made Maurice go back into his cage. "He probably thought those luscious things were some kind of melon or coconuts or something and just wanted himself a little bit of juicy fruit. Can you blame him for going after those? I can't. I understand the struggle," Sam finally lost control and laughed at the situation.
"I was just violated by your monkey. That's not funny to me," she fussed, but a smile was formed on her face. She was mostly relieved that she hadn't been violently attacked, though his reaction to her was bizarre. Sam wrapped his hands around her waist, pulled her close and kissed her on the lips, tenderly.
"I'm sorry, on behalf of him. He and I are obviously more in tune with each other than I realized."
She gave him an evil side eye and he laughed. "Guide me to your bathroom," she said, reaching for her bag, "Before I sock you and that monkey for treating guests this way!" She chuckled and Sam led her to the bathroom.
"While you're in there, I'll run to the store and get the rest of the stuff and a few other things. You need anything while I'm out?"
"I don't think I do," she said. He touched her hip and kissed her on the lips again before turning to leave. Sam didn't seem like it, but he was nervous as hell... but he was also super duper excited.
Mercedes was the most gorgeous woman that he had seen, or that he could remember, now. He thought that some few days ago, that might not have been a true statement, but it didn't matter – because it certainly was true for him, right now. That woman was a sultry goddess with the face of a masterpiece, a smile of supernatural beauty, lips of an angel, her voice like honey and music and her sinful body was simply a treasure that he wanted to obtain so badly that every part of him ached for it.
That first night, he knew that he was falling for her. He knew that it was quickly rushing out of the crush stage into deep infatuation. But, last night, after she confessed that she wanted him and he spent the next coupelo of hours tasting, licking, sucking and kissing every portion of her body that his mouth had access to, he knew that sex was not his main focal point. He knew that he wouldn't get any amount of adequate rest until Mercedes Jones was his. He hoped that their time together today was going to advance that goal. He hoped that when she gave herself to him, it would bring them closer together and make her want to keep him... and with that much riding on this thing, he couldn't help but to be nervous and scared. But, Sam was an optimistic guy. He also couldn't help but to be hopeful.
Mercedes got out of the shower and fixed her hair. Why was she fixing her hair, when she was just going to mess it all up? Because, she was so nervous that she felt like she was going to vomit, pass out, explode and a long list of other terrible things that she was unsure if this was normal to feel before something like this. She fixed her hair and her makeup and stared at herself. She didn't really have anything else sexy to wear. She had worn most of her stuff over the weekend and had a bag of dirty clothing, but she also still had a few clean articles (in case she'd stayed a bit longer with friends or what-have-you).
After a while, she decided on one of her spare overgrown tee shirts and decided to simply tie a knot into it, on her thigh, to make it catch right around her butt and accentuate her figure. She held her panties for a long time, wondering if it made any sense to put them on, knowing what she and Sam planned to do? She looked into the mirror, looking delicate and all kinds of pretty... holding a big ass pair of drawers and she laughed at herself and threw them at her reflection. "Why the hell is this such a big deal? There are TEENAGERS doing this, no problem. But, here I stand, looking in a mirror, with a damned pair of panties." She shook her head packed all of her stuff away and came out of the bathroom, in the big tee, tied in a knot at her thigh, fresh and clean, with sexy hair and cute makeup. She heard a gasp when she came out and she froze.
When she saw Sam, she smiled. His eyes were brushing over her, passionately and he asked, "Did you make yourself look extra special for little old me?" She wrestled with a smile and he told her, "I'm gonna wash up, very quickly. The bedroom is the last door on the right. You can wait in there for me. If you want, there's a ton of CDs and DVDs and you can put something on. I'll meet you in there." He kissed her on the forehead and she noticed that his eyes hungrily grazed her entire body again, before he rushed into the bathroom and she set her bags back down.
She put on her perfume while she listened to him sing in the shower. The Joker, by the Steve Miller Band... which was obviously how he named his monkey. That just made her think about the monkey, and that made her uncomfortable all over again, so she went into the bedroom and gasped herself when she reached it. Aside from all of the posters and artwork and the life size cutouts of Thor, Storm, Neytiri and Jake Sully, he had a bowl of fruit, on ice on his nightstand, his curtains were pulled to block the sun out, but he had lit several candles to illuminate the room and he had bought a bouquet of flowers, in a vase and when she checked the card, she read: Here's to being remembered forever and I wouldn't forget you never. She smiled, and her heart fluttered and she cracked the curtains a little to let some sun in, to see a bit better.
After a moment, she forsook trying to find a CD and elected to eat some of the cherries and berries he had on his table. Right next to the bowl, she noticed the plain old condoms, and that made her anxious again. She began to run through the berries. When Sam entered the room, wrapped in a towel and still damp, he smirked and asked, "What do you think? I was hoping to make it all special and memorable and stuff, like in the movies... I just could really afford to go overboard with it."
He smiled bashfully and she shook her head, "You didn't even have to do this much, Sam. This is all so overwhelming!" She laughed and fanned herself, then put a few more cherries in her mouth. Sam shut the bedroom door and joined her on the bed. He noticed that she was trembling and he took the fruit in her hand and put them in the bowl.
"You do realize that if you don't want to..."
"I'm the one who suggested it in the first place. I want to. I'm just so damned nervous," she confessed, feeling goosebumps all over her body.
Sam nodded and leaned in to kiss her. "I'll get to work on making you feel good," he said into her ear, then kissed her neck and added, "And you tell me whenever you want me to make that move that crosses the line." He gently lowered her to her back and she nodded her head. Sam gently slid his hands up the tee shirt and smirked when he saw that she hadn't bothered with panties. She looked so shy and so sweet. She honestly had no idea how crazy she made him. "I'll be waiting for that green light, Babe. I want you, so bad, and not just sexually. I want to be with you. I want to know you." He moved in to kiss her on the lips and she ground her body against his with a moan.
After the now familiar oral explorations that Sam Evans loved going on Mercedes' body he removed her shirt, completely and marveled at her skin, her shape, the way she still trembled beneath his weight as he now rubbed himself against her, waiting to see if she was ready or willing to give him more. She looked over at the night stand with heavy lidded eyes, and with a shaky hand reached for one of the wrapped condoms. She held it in front of her with both hands, trying not to shake so much and trying to ignore her heart that seemed like it was going to beat out of her chest and kill her, and she pushed the little supply towards Sam.
Sam gave her a gratified smile as he happily accepted it from her hands and he kissed her, and then proceeded to open it and put it on. His heart was going just as crazy if not crazier than hers. Neither of them knew what to expect and to a certain extent, neither knew what to do... but it was about to happen for real, either way.