You Always Remember Your First

When Sam initially pushed inside, he moved quicker than he intended. He knew that it might be uncomfortable for her and for that reason that he needed to move slowly, but also – when he began, he was pretty anxious and may have accidentally been a little too eager. "Ouch!" She hissed when he was about half way inside – which completely brought all of his movements to a halt. He looked at the pained expression on her face and began to withdraw, but she held tightly to him and said, "No, don't move!" He froze and stared at her, worried. She slightly pulled him little by little until he was fully inside and somewhat settled, her face distorted in discomfort the entire time.

He sort of felt bad for the fact that he enjoyed the way that it felt to slide into her body. He kind of felt guilty about the fact that her tight walls wrapped around him gave him the most pleasure that he had ever known. "Are you alright?" He asked, softly.

She looked up at him and noticed that his teeth were dug into his lip and his facial expression was all sorts of struggling, "I'll be okay. Are you in pain, too?" She asked, gently.

"Pain?" He repeated, with a chuckle. "Sorry, I am in whatever the exact and complete opposite of pain is. I wish that you were here, with me. You feel amazing. This is unbelievable. I can't even describe..." She silenced him when she shifted, slightly, trying to reposition her legs. He groaned and reached out to clench the headboard.

"Don't move, yet, please?" She begged, still uncomfortable and hurting from this new expansion of her body. Mercedes moved herself to where she could maybe control the thrusts. She tried to remember how she saw things in the movies and she tried to position herself just right to control this. If Sam moved, he might hurt her, and she was more afraid of that than she was of moving slowly and doing this maybe the wrong way and not being any good for him. She slowly began to try to move herself, to make him slide in and out, at her pace and her level of gentleness. It was difficult, because it hurt. Like. Shit. "Shit!" She hissed.

Sam barely heard her. His entire body felt like it was on slow roast. He was burning up and melting and the torture of how slow she was moving was probably going to kill him in his mind, but damn it! She felt. So. Damn. Good. He whimpered a bit, kind of unable to control it. HE was telling himself to stop making such sounds and to gain some level of control over his heart rate, but all of that information was being demolished somewhere inside of her, as she slowly picked up the pace and his moans and grunts began to practically be sung out of him.

Mercedes looked up into Sam's face, somewhat amused. She didn't even know what the hell she was doing... She only wanted to try to get used to the feeling, but have the control to do it herself. Mercedes was the type of woman who could stand some pain, but only on her own terms. She was starting to get a handle on the initial pain and even though this didn't necessarily feel outstanding, like people bragged, she felt it start to become more rewarding – mostly she was drawn in by Sam's reactions. He was making the oddest sex noises, which she fought off the urge to chuckle at and his face! Sam's eyes were shut tight and his bottom lip was poked out, with his teeth bared and a few times when he grunted, she noticed that his lip sort of went to the side, a little, which made her let out a half giggle and that made him open his eyes and look down at her. "What?" He asked, moving his hands from the headboard to her waist as she shifted her legs, some.

She laughed a bit more now as she moved her own hands from his sides to wrap her arms around his back and she answered, "Your sex faces!" He groaned and couldn't fight off making another face at the sensation her laughter caused around his shaft inside of her. She said, "They're adorable," bit her lip, and held on tight.

"I don't know... that I want to be adorable... at a time like this..." he admitted, with their pace speeding up and Mercedes beginning to moan, now. (She hadn't really been before, more like hissing and making little uncomfortable grunts as she moved; but now, she was moaning). "I want you to think I'm hot," he told her, pumping slowly and gently.

"I do," she managed, tightening her grip around him, with her arms and her legs. It was only then that she realized that at some point, they had transitioned and she had stopped controlling the thrusts. Both of her legs were wrapped around him and he started moving quickly, but gently inside of her. And it felt completely different than it had at the beginning... mostly because her body was getting used to it, but also – they were now looking at each other, very focused in each other's eyes. That just made him want her even more, which was kind of a strange concept, because he already had her; he was having her and he wanted more, he wanted all of her. His gaze was extremely intense and she shyly turned her gaze from his and shut her eyes gently.

It was easier for her to simply enjoy the feeling of him, than to try to deal with that heated stare that she couldn't really figure out. It was alarming to have anyone look so intensely at her. Sam watched her, wishing that she would open her eyes again, but she seemed to be enjoying this, so, he couldn't complain, and he didn't want to tell her to look at him. Would that be okay? "Mermaid?" He called, gently, but he heard the emotion in his own voice. Damn if he didn't sound desperate. But, she didn't open her eyes when he called her.

She simply responded with a, "Hmm?"

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, unable to make himself ask her to open her eyes, to look at him; unable to admit how much he already missed her big brown orbs gazing deeply into his own green eyes. But, when he said this, she opened her eyes for a moment and looked into his with them narrowed and sort of questioning... like she was trying to figure something out. "Believe me. You are," he said and leaned in to kiss her on the lips, then the neck and he let his head linger there as his thrusts increased in speed and urgency. It didn't help anything that her moans grew louder and her arms and legs squeezed him tighter. He was mumbling something into her neck, but all she could actually hear was herself and she was trying not to be so loud, but it simply was not working. Her body was going to explode!

She felt everything intensify and build up, and she knew from Sam's awesomeness via oral, exactly where her body was headed. She reflexively grabbed two handfuls of blond hair into her fist and screamed out loud as the eruption occurred. As her body shook and she heard foreign tongues flying out of her mouth, uncontrollably, she felt Sam's body begin to follow suit, and when it did, her neck became a tasty treat between his teeth. After a moment of heavy breathing and trying to get over the shock of all of the shakes, he lifted his head and looked at her face to see her staring out into the open of the room with a pensive but troubled look.

"You okay, Mermaid?" He asked, concerned.

"You bit me," she said with a pout.

He fought the urge to laugh and retorted, "You pulled my hair."

Now, he could see her fighting the urge to laugh, too, as her cheeks flushed a tad. "Is it supposed to become violent during the climax?" She wondered. Sam rested his head on her chest as he pulled out, slowly and they both winced at those sensations. "I mean, next time, you aren't going to like punch me in the face and I won't like claw off your ear or something?" She joked.

"We aren't monkeys, Mermaid," he said softly, strumming his hand up and down her perspiration moistened side.

"Monkeys do that? Keep your monkey away from me! He already has a crush on me and I'm not trying to get busted in the face by a nasty, horny monkey!" She said, and he couldn't tell if she was joking or not, but she sounded serious. Even though she did, he laughed heartily at her, then he started doing a Brian Fellows impersonation.

"That nasty, horny monkey busted me in the face! That's crazy!" He said and sat up as she laughed. "That was Tracie Morgan, from Brian Fellows' Safari Planet..." She still was laughing, but her eyes showed she had no idea what he was talking about. "Off of SNL!" He said.

She shoved his chest playfully and said, "Get up and go get me a hot towel to help me with this throbbing pain that I have, Sam-Monkey."

Sam smiled and fist pumped, "YES! I have a unique pet name from you! I thought that it'd take longer for you."

"I... I didn't plan on calling you that..." she said as he shuffled out of bed and rushed into his bathroom down the hall.

As he went, he called out behind him, "Tough, Cuddlystuff – because Sam-Monkey is canon, now!"

"Sam-Monkey is canon?" She whispered to herself. "Sam-Monkey is ridiculous..." He came into the room and she shut up and smiled at him. Sam passed her the towel and she placed it on herself and let out a deep moan. "Oh, God. That helps." She watched Sam look down at himself as he studied on removing the condom, then Mercedes heard it pop and watched him topple over hissing expletives. "Sam?" He groaned and rocked from side to side. Mercedes shifted, but kept the towel over herself as she went to check on him, "Sam?" She repeated and placed a hand on his back.

"That was a bad idea," he groaned. Mercedes rubbed his back and he sat up, red in the face – she could tell, even with the slightly lit room, and he held the condom in his hand, dripping onto the carpet.

"Oh!" She said and pointed to it. He turned up his nose and flung it at his little wastebasket, but he missed and it landed on a stack of papers next to it. "Oh!" She repeated, trying not to laugh as he scurried to get it off of whatever it landed on and into the trash. "You should maybe wash your hands," she suggested, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness that had just been. Like really? How the hell we make it through the supposed to be terribly awkward sex thing and you mess up removing and disposing of the condom? She giggled and he glanced at her, but went into the bathroom again.

After a while, he came back with another towel and switched them out for her. "I figured that one was cooled down, now." She smiled brightly at the newly heated towel he put between her legs and nodded. Sam draped the other one over the edge of the wastbasket and moved to wrap himself around her. "Do you realize that we still have most of the day left? I don't even think it's 3:00."

"I vote on food," she said, and reached for the bowl of fruit, but stopped short and stared at her hand. She withdrew it and frowned. "I haven't washed my hands and I'm kind of hurting too much to feel like going down the hall to the bathroom. Sam gave her a small smirk and reached for the bowl of fruit. He positioned himself to be spooned around her, with the bowl in front of her and began to feed her.

"I'll get up and get us some real food in a little bit. Right now, I just wanna be here with you," he told her and kissed her on the side of the neck.

Mercedes realized that it was taking quite some time for her to get into her apartment, but she and Sam had been going at it on and off all afternoon, up into the evening and her walk simply wasn't what it was supposed to be for the moment. He helped her get her stuff inside and when he had, they stood just inside of the door and looked at each other, somewhat shyly. Which caused her a mental laugh, because how the hell could they be shy at this point? That's easy – he's still a complete fucking stranger and I just made myself his forever... "So – I have work in the morning," she said.

"Yeah... and I have work later on tonight," he added. "Did we ever exchange numbers?" He asked. When Mercedes' eyebrows furrowed and her lips puckered, he laughed. They hadn't. They'd had sex five times between the hours of 2:30 and 7:30; yet, they did not have possession of each other's contact information. "Trade phones," he said, pulling his out. Mercedes had to dig into her bag for her own and when they traded them, she found where Sam's contact info was and quickly added her name and phone number, and debated on adding her email. Why would he be emailing her? She left it blank and waited on him to finish.

For a moment, Mercedes thought that maybe Sam couldn't figure out how to work her device, because he seemed to be taking an awful long time to add himself. His mouth was open in deep thought as he quickly keyed on her keypad and when he was finished, he looked up at her and smiled. They handed each other their phones back and she smiled, only for him to snap a surprise picture of her. Mercedes gasped and Sam quipped, "Now, I just have to find you a ringtone." He was looking down at his phone and he paused for a moment, like something was wrong, but he didn't say what.

That made her wonder, "That picture came out terrible, didn't it? Let me at least pose for one! Better yet – I'll text you one later, when I've got a really cute one for you to use."

"No, no – t came out great. You're naturally gorgeous," he said, looking up at her with a soft smile and putting his phone away. She could tell that there was still something bothering him and she wanted to ask him what it was. Hell, as far as she knew, they had been completely open with each other all weekend – no need to backtrack, now that they had been sexually interactive. But, when she opened her mouth to ask him what was troubling him, the words wouldn't come out. It was like a switch had been flipped and now she was worried that if she asked him what was wrong or something, she might be overstepping her boundaries, and what if he thought it was because of the sex? What if he thought that now that they had made that move that she was overbearing or wanted to be all up in his business or something?

"Well, thank you," she managed to say and forced a smile. "I guess, I'll see you, maybe?" She wondered.

"Do you want to see me again?" He asked and it came out snappier than he intended. She took it the wrong way. She presumed that meant that he didn't want to see her, and she felt embarrassed.

"Oh. Sorry – I just assumed. I thought that we agreed..." She shook her head and opened the door, "Sorry. Guess I'll see you around the shop." Her eyes stung and she felt really, really, foolish. Sam sighed and moved in towards her. She felt herself freeze when he leaned in to kiss her. "I don't do so well with goodbyes."

"I... I'm confused. I think we had a misunderstanding," he said and shut the door for her.

"If we did, it's because you're hiding something," she said. "I mean – I'm trying not to cramp your style or something, but it's clear that something's wrong, and if you don't tell me, then I'm left to have to try to guess."

"Or you could pretend to care and ask," he said.

"Or you could just tell me instead of making me feel like I did something wrong," she retorted, angrily.

Sam sighed and said, "I did something wrong. You're right, there's no need for us to start being closed off to each other. I mean, I'm gonna remember you forever, so we should at least make sure that if we part ways, it's with the best memories. I'm sorry. I didn't say anything, because I felt really silly."

"About what, Sam?" She asked, growing tired of these circles.

"Well.. look at your contact info for me," he said, turning a shade of red. Mercedes sighed and followed the instruction and paused when she pulled up the gray face contact info for "Sam-Monkey." She first paused at the "Sam-Monkey" part and chuckled, then she opened the contact and saw that Sam had filled in pretty much every space that there was with a mobile and two work numbers, his skype info, twitter, tumblr, facebook, myspace? (The hell?), instagram, his home address, his work address... "I felt kind of dumb, when I saw that you only left your number. And, then I felt super dumb, because that's the normal thing to do, right?"

"I don't know," she said. "I might be wrong for only leaving my number," she said with a shrug. "But, I'm not on most of these, anyway..."

"I try to get on all of the social networking sites to push out my comic," he explained.

"Right," she said and nodded, putting her phone away. "Well, I thought that maybe this was goodbye and you didn't know how to handle me or something." She couldn't force herself to add the part that she knew her face would translate: You had me really worried.

"You kidding? Trust me, Mermaid, if anybody says goodbye to anybody, it'll be you leaving me. I'm pretty much yours," he told her and gave her a crooked smile. "And you have a damned extensive list of contacts to prove it." She laughed and Sam moved closer to kiss her. Mercedes wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, deepening it. He moaned and warned her, "If you keep doing that, I might never leave." She laughed into his mouth and softly nibbled on his bottom lip, which prompted him to pin her to her wall as the kiss kept growing.

Her clothes were disheveled and her lips swollen by the time she mustered the courage to open the door for him again, "I... I have to work in the morning... and you..." She paused to catch her breath and nod.

"And I will see you tomorrow, at some point, hopefully," he said and kissed her on the forehead. They stared into each other's eyes for moment, and he finally knew that he had to be strong and go, even though all he wanted to do was sleep in her arms again. He had to work tonight, like he said and he really wanted her to get her rest for work tomorrow – especially because he knew that she would have to face Jacob after that uncomfortable encounter in the store. "Good night, Mermaid."

"Goodbye," she said and bit her lip, trying to prevent having to say it, though she saw this expectation from his expression and he began to circle his hands in front of himself, indicating to her that she was leaving something off. She quietly muttered, "Sam-Monkey," and he fist pumped, which caused her to laugh out loud. As he headed for his truck, she watched him and once he got inside, she shut her door and stiffly began to get ready to go to bed for the night. Hopefully by morning, she would be able to walk properly again...

Mercedes was out cold all night after she got out of the hot bath and when she arose in the morning, she was made aware of two things. One was the alarm that blared through her bedroom which she wished she could karate kick out of a window into heavy traffic. The other was the fact that every single part of her entire body was racking with soreness. She winced as she tried to get out of bed, hurting far worse than she had been the previous night. Damn it if sex was not all it was cracked up to be.

First, she felt like somebody was stretching out her vagina in an extremely unnatural way. Then, she felt like her uterus was being assaulted. Now, every muscle that she had been happily neglecting for the past few years of not really doing anything that demanding with her body was screaming out in horror and disgust at her for making them work the way that they had yesterday and last night. Had it been worth it?

She reached for her phone and saw that she had a couple of texts from Sam-Monkey. The first was from the previous night. It was around 10 pm and he was letting her know that he was going to work for a few hours and wishing her a good night and sweet dreams. She smiled to herself. The second was a good morning text and wishing her well at work. Mercedes set the phone down and willed herself out of the bed. Yeah... it had been worth it, and now, she simply had to do what she had to do and go to work.