Girl Talk

Sam woke up before she did. She was asleep, with a bit of sunlight illuminating the room just enough for him to see the contours of her face and the outlines of her glorious body. She was still in her boy shorts and the tank from the previous night and he lifted her little hand to kiss the ring that she promised last night that she had no intention of taking off, as long as they were together. Was it bad that he was imagining her hand with rings being added to it? Engagement, wedding, anniversary... he chuckled. Don't get ahead of yourself, he had to remind himself. It was easy to think about a future with her. It was as easy as it had been for him to love her.
Sure, Mercedes had flaws, as everyone did. But he loved it all. Every bit of her. He couldn't tell her that, yet - as she had only just become his girlfriend; but he knew that he would eventually tell her - when she was ready to accept it. He smirked at her and leaned in to plant a gentle morning kiss on her lips. Those tender petals were meant for kissing and he had no shame in stealing another two or three before she slightly began to stir. It'd take more than a few kisses to wake her. A chuckle came from him as he moved in closer to her and made the presence of his wood known to her entryway. Her lips puckered into a pout, simply too adorable not to grace with another little kiss and her eyes fluttered, rolled around - attempting focus and achieved it as she looked upon him with extreme judgment... side-eyeing the hell out of him.

"What? It isn't like you have to go to work this morning," he reminded her, softly.

"More of a reason I should enjoy sleeping in," she groaned and buried herself into her pillows, with her backside poking out towards him. She'd soon regret that decision. Sam was tempted to lean over and bite it, since she did push it out there. Instead, he snuggled up behind her and nuzzled his nose and lips into her neck. For mornings, he typically started in on her with the neck nuzzle and the suggestive poke. The neck nuzzles sent tingles down her spine and the poke alerted her little lady that there was an interested friend to visit her. "Sam..." She moaned.

"Hmm?" he asked, grinning to himself as he went in with the ear nibbling, the neck kisses, the shoulder tender love bites. Her backside pushed towards him, out of her control as she tried to resist the feeling that his lips were giving her. He traced his fingers from her shoulders, down her side and they landed on her hips, which he took hold of and began to rub himself against her, from behind. She turned to face him and glared at him, for being so hot. "What, Mermaid?"

"You are not being fair," she said, her bottom lip poked out in a pout as she slid her fingers down his body, from his chest to his abdomen.

He stole another kiss and moaned hungrily as he did. "You keep tempting me. First, you poke this thing at me," he grabbed a handful of her bottom. "Then the lips! And all I have wanted to do from the moment that I woke up was get a taste of your lips."

Her thick, brown thighs spread like a rainbow, the gesture itself some unspoken promise of surrender and submission. She gives him a mischievous smile and lets him know, "I have NO problem with that, Hot Boyfriend." Being referred to as the boyfriend made him want her even more than he had a moment before.

He looked down at her and smiled. "Pervert," he teased, with a playful scoff.

"Is that a problem?" She asked, daring him to affirm such a thought, with her eyebrows lifted, throwing him sass, even early in the morning. She traced her finger along the top seam of his cute robot boxers and commented, "Because he certainly seems to enjoy my perverted side." She reached in and pulled him out, "Yeah - I'd go so far as to say he loves it," and she rolls her eyes at her Sam.

"Can't argue with that," he said, breathily as her hand began to work his friend over. When she pulled him in closer and slid the bottom of her boyshorts aside to try to take him in, he backed away a little. "Don't be so anxious, Hot Girlfriend. You know that there's more to do before he comes inside."

With a giggle, she reached around to slap him on the buns and commanded, "Well, lets get to it, because my little lady is ready to embrace her buddy!" Sam smiled. Someone was feeling extra frisky this morning. Maybe she was feeling like him - reeling from the fact that they were now a legit couple.

By the time they finally got out of bed, it was well past noon. Mercedes went to wash up and made her way to the couch with her laptop, while he washed up. Of course - her facebook page was full of mess. She laughed as the first thing that she saw on her notifications was a comment from Santana: Mmm hmm... somebody must be laying down the ultimate D, because I have yet to hear anything about this date. She rolled her eyes and deleted the message from her inbox, simply grateful that her friend hadn't posted such a thing on her wall. Where the heck was her phone? She found it set on the table and checked her messages. Just as she suspected. Nosy asses. She laughed out loud and decided to mess with them a little. She wasn't going to contact anyone just yet, but she did go to her facebook to change her status to in a relationship with Super-Duper-Sam-Evans.
Santana would be at work. If she was correct, she and Brittany had some type of musical coming up in September. (The two of them had a studio and as often as they could dedicated time to schools and colleges to create and teach choreography for plays and field routines.) Santana also sometimes helped with singing lessons. They had been trying to get Mercedes to come into business with them for a while, specifically to handle music selection and voice coaching, but she told them that she would come on board her senior year, when she was finishing up the last bit of her courses.
Sugar was probably hanging out at her gymnastics studio - which she didn't even work at, but simply owned and sometimes came in to show off her skills to the students and staff. She liked to watch them, especially if they had competitions coming up and if she wasn't there that day - she was probably out shopping or at home hungover. Tina would be off, but probably having a picnic or some other fun Saturday stuff. Quinn would most likely be working. She worked more than anyone else in the group. Mercedes still tingled all over thinking about it. It was exciting, despite the fact that she was pretty nervous and afraid of messing things up.

After Sam washed up, he came out of the bathroom and said, "I can't believe that I don't have any clean clothes here!" He was wrapped in a towel and she froze upon seeing him, even though she had seen him dozens of times just like that and even more bare.
"Uh.. That's because you haven't done any laundry," She told him.
"Gonna get right on that," he told her and headed for the laundry closet. When he had a full basket of clothes and her washing supplies, he headed out of the door.
"Sam... you gonna go outside like that?" She wondered, gesturing at the towel.
"I don't have any clean clothes here, and I show off my body for a living. At least the towel is covering everything, right now," he chuckled and left the front door.

Mercedes set her laptop aside and looked out of her peephole to see if he was really going to go. Her man had the laundry over one of his shoulders and the other hand holding onto his towel and he strutted himself right to the laundry room as she rushed to the window to watch him. There were couple of women standing outside of a car talking and both of them froze and stared at him, practically drooling as he spoke to them and continued on his way, to Mercedes' amusement. "Wow..." She said and shook her head. "Sam Evans is crazy," she told herself and went to try to find him something to wear. She was shorter than him, but she had more girth, so he might be able to squeeze into something...
Sam breezed into the apartment with the basket and supplies inside of it and announced, "Just got two phone numbers! Wanna call them together on private and prank 'em later?" She laughed and came out of her room with an old tshirt and some shorts. "I can do an impression, make them think I'm some celebrity. They looked like Taylor Lautner fans. I can do him..."
"Put this on, Babe. I don't want any of these girls around here throwing their panties at you when you're trying to do regular chores," she chuckled.
"Territorial? I like this. I should go everywhere in a towel. Though, I think I'd rather like my Captain America towel. Purple isn't really my color..." He said shedding the towel and stepping into the shorts, which were short and slightly tight, particular around his genitals. "I feel like there will be some nuttage shown. Is that better or worse than the towel?" He asked with a concerned look in her direction. Mercedes simply burst into laughter and retrieved the towel from the floor to toss it into the laundry closet. When she turned to face Sam, he was stuck, trying to get into her shirt, so she went to help him. "This one of those that you call a smedium?" He asked.
"Yes," she said and laughed. "This is certified smedium."

Sam smiled and pulled her close to him, to place a kiss on her lips. Then headed towards the kitchen. "Haven't eaten. Want pancakes?"
"I think I've got hashbrowns in there. I'd rather those, if you're just feeling like a homemaker."
"Well, I gotta - you're always pretending that you don't know how to cook."
"I don't," she said.
"Uh huh. I remember you being Miss Breakfast that weekend that we hooked up."
"I made scrambled eggs and toasted some bagels," she said and followed him into the kitchen, to wrap her hands around his middle. "Stop being mean."
He turned around in her arms to face her and kissed her on the nose, "Just picking with you, Mermaid."
"Oh good, because I was just being cute to play you like a chump," she said and squeezed his cheeks.
"Mmm hmm. Using all the Cutiepie Goodness to take my exposed nuttage into the palm of your hand. I see..." She rolled her eyes and laughed. Her boyfriend was truly crazy.

Mercedes made sure that she scheduled a gushing session with her girls, shortly after that day. She accepted the extra key to Sam's place, and asked him if she was supposed to give him one, too. He didn't want her to do anything that she was uncomfortable with, but the fact that she hadn't given him one did sting him, a little. He had to remind himself that she was still learning, even more than he was about being involved with someone, PLUS - he may have been early in giving her a spare key. Maybe he was the one who was being abnormal.
Sugar brought bottles of wine for everyone. Brittany brought fondue supplies and her machine. Tina brought stuff for the fondue, as well as some real food and dessert and Quinn brought the paper and plastic to enjoy it all with. Santana entered and said, "Yeah - definitely getting proper fucked on the regular."
"I've been getting that," Mercedes said with sass. "But, now I get it from my man!" She smiled brightly and lifted her shoulders up with anxious excitement.
Sugar blurted, "I am SO GLAD that you're finally admitting this! I have wanted to discuss this panties and peaches thing for a little while, now..." Tina snickered at that and Quinn bit her lip and raised her eyebrows.
Santana raised a finger in the air and said, "Uh uh - oh hell no! What panties and peaches thing and why wasn't I made aware of it?"
Sugar started telling Santana exactly what Artie told her about how they dropped by Sam's one night and Mercedes was there, sleeping over and in the kitchen there were panties and 'what appeared to be a fucked peach pie...'
"Hey - nobody had sex with a pie. This isn't some cheesy white comedy. We had a little bit of fun and Sam was gonna wait until the next day to clean everything up. I can't go into details, but it was... very nice." Her smile widened and she fanned herself, thinking about that day.
"Oh, no - Bitch. Trust you are going to tell me some damned details, if it involves panties and damned peach pie. You know all kinda details about what Britt and me do!" Santana said.
"Because Britt's filter is usually off," Quinn said.
Mercedes told them, "I have already decided what I am and what I am not going to tell you. So, I guess we should start up our night?" She settled herself on the couch and confessed, "I have been wanting to gush about him for the past couple of months!"

It felt SO good for her to be able to admit that she had lost her virginity to this wonderful person and he didn't seem to want to be or want to be with anyone else. She told them about how they typically scheduled their time together and some of the conversations that they had.
Tina smiled and gushed over everything. "I'm really happy for you two! I know how into you Sam is - he and I have been friends for so long and he's the type that really sets out to go above and beyond and treat a woman right. I couldn't think of anyone better for you," she said, eating chocolate dipped fruit.
Santana had been uncharacteristically silent for most of the time, cradling her bottle of wine and watching the others' reactions, until there came a quiet in the conversation. Then, she asked, "So what's wrong with him?" Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her head at the question. "Look, Malibu Barbie, I know that you think because my girl let you stay with her for a spell in school that it makes you some all time bestie, or something - but the truth is, you're an in and out friend. If she has some issues or that fish lipped motherfucker hurts her - its going to be me and mine that comes for his ass and you'll be on the sidelines suggesting everyone calm down."
"Why does everything have to be negative from you?" Quinn asked, narrowing her eyes at Santana.
"Everything has a negative and a positive. I've listened to nearly two hours of sugary big lipped goodness, and now I want to know what the dangers are. What are the risks? What thing is it that might make me have to dig in homeboy's ass at some point in time, during the course of this thing? And unlike you and Tina, I am not bumping uglies with any of his crew - so my only source of information on such details are going to have to come from my girl." Santana rolled her eyes at Quinn and turned up her nose, and, " I know my girl. There is something that she doesn't like all too much that she isn't telling the rest of us."
Now, Mercedes rolled her eyes and laughed, "Everyone has flaws, Tana. Even, me. So, why would I dwell on Sam's?" She grabbed a brownie from a plate on the table and bit it. "That man has me walking on sunshine." Tina and Quinn burst into laughter. Brittany and Sugar both just looked from Santana to Mercedes for a bit. Brittany looked concerned. Sugar looked excited. Mercedes looked over at Santana. who she could tell was not amused and simply gave her a wincing smile.
Santana nodded and said, "Yeah - I can get behind that logic."

Mercedes hugged Tina and Quinn goodnight and locked the door behind them. When she turned around to Santana, Brittany and Sugar, she put her finger up and said, "Do not start, Tana."
"I won't," Santana said, taking a swig of her wine.
Sugar hummed to herself and spun her empty bottle on the floor. "She doesn't have to, because I already know Sam's list of flaws. I probably know more than you do, Cedes. IF anybody's interested..."
Mercedes said, "Nobody is."
"I kinda am," Santana said.
"Sugar - it isn't your place, and how do you think Artie's gonna take it when I tell him that you spilled everything that he's ever told you about his best friend in confidentiality? Pillow talk isn't supposed to go outside of the bedroom, Miss Thing." Mercedes sat down on the couch, between Santana and Brittany. Sugar remained on the floor, but Mercedes could tell that the possibility of Artie being upset with her would keep her mouth shut, at least for the moment.
Santana shook her head, "All of my girls are dick-whipped now. Well, well, well..."
"I'm going to need you to turn that bitch dial down several notches," Mercedes commented and Santana frowned.
"I'll do that for you, Mama. But just know that I'll be watching him and the minute that he messes up, I'm going for that ass."
"Why can't you just let me be happy?" Mercedes wondered.
"I am all for your happiness. I revel in it. Your laughter is the best stuff that we've gotten in years from you, and I want that smile that you had tonight to be your default face. What I am not here for is you buying into the illusion that things will be perfect and ending up hurt because you've let your guard down about potential problems," Santana said. "And I don't trust him."
"Santana doesn't trust anyone with a penis," Brittany commented.
"Because most of those who have one think with it... and it isn't cut out for that."
Mercedes touched Santana on the tip of her nose and told her, "Take it from me, okay? Any issue that Sam may or may not have is nothing that concerns you and nothing that's going to hurt me. Just... don't do anything to chase him off. I want to keep him around. I don't think I've ever felt like this about somebody." Santana pressed her lips together and nodded, then wrapped an arm round her and kissed her on the side of the head. Mercedes giggled, a bit tipsy and wrapped an arm around Santana, too. A few moments later, she was asleep.

Santana and Brittany gently laid her on the couch and moved out of the way. Sugar got up and suggested, "Guess we should leave her to sleep. She's a tired Lovebug." Brittany cleaned up any mess they and left and the three left out together, locking the door with the spare key, when they did.
"I'll hold on to the spare," Santana said. "Like you were holding on to the truth about fishboy, back there."
Sugar sighed and said, "Santana, if I tell you anything, you'd better not say a word to anybody! Mercedes is right - Artie would throw a fit and maybe even never trust me again if he thought that I messed something up for his friend."
"I'm not saying anything. I just want to know," Santana assured her.
"Artie was worried about Sam and Mercedes becoming official. The guy has this problem with getting attached quickly and Artie thinks that he's never seen it even this bad before with any other woman that he's seen before Cedes. Sam got really depressed the last time a woman left him and Artie thinks that if stuff goes wrong with Mercedes... Sam might not be able to handle it, because he's already so into her."
"So, he's the obsessive and possessive type," Santana said. "Wheezy said that this wasn't dangerous, but that sounds pretty damned scary, to be honest."
"Well... I don't think he'd do anything to hurt her. I can't see him being abusive or anything, though most of what I know about him, I know from Artie..."
"Yeah - it's cool. And I'm not gonna say anything about what you told me. I'll just be sure to watch him. Cedes doesn't need the first guy that she's fallen in love with to psycho out on her."