Sam had been waiting at her locker since just after the janitor had opened up the school and when it became abundantly clear that she was not going to show up there before class he was more than pissed. As soon as he had got in after leaving her the afternoon before, he had stuck his flat phone on charger and tried calling her. The first time it had rung three times before hitting voicemail. All times after that it had gone straight to the message.

Seven voicemails, fifteen texts and a long hour spent outside her house at midnight later he was starting to wonder why he was bothering. Somehow things had gone from fucking incredible to a huge hot mess. Ordinarily he wouldn't give a shit but this time he couldn't bear the thought of the girl being mad at him.

The second bell rang and he was forced to rush to class.

Lunchtime was the same. He headed straight to her locker and waited. She would have to come by eventually. And he would be waiting. They needed to talk about this. He had to explain. Well, at least explain as best as he could. He wanted to tell her what was going on, he really did, but something was holding him back. And it didn't help that he was still totally confused about his feelings. All night he had lain awake with the picture of her hurt expression foremost on his mind. He had put that there and he hated himself for it. He would give anything to be able to undo it. If anyone else had hurt her like that he would have beaten them to a pulp but here he was, the douchebag responsible for upsetting Mercedes Jones. And it felt like shit. He wanted to beat himself to a pulp.

Halfway through the break he decided to change his tactic. He knew that Mercedes would be watching her locker and avoiding it at all costs if she could see him there so she opted for a more clandestine tactic. Finding an empty classroom on the route to her next class he hid himself ready to pull her into the room as she passed. The plan would have worked perfectly as she did pass moments later, but she had unwittingly ruined things by being arm in arm with Tina. There was no way he would have been able to pull her in alone.

After school he did manage to be successful. She was inside the room and the door was already shut and he was already blocking the exit before she was able to formulate a protest. She shot him a look dark with anger and it gave him an unfamiliar unpleasant sinking feeling in his chest.

"Get your hands off me!" She hissed.

He hadn't realized that he was still holding her wrist and quickly let it drop but made no move away from the door.

"Now let me out Sam!"

He shook his head. "We need to talk. And your phone's been off."

"You couldn't wait to get away fast enough yesterday. I think it's a bit late for talk now."

"Please Cedes!"

"Nothing you can say can make up for running off like that. Blowing up my phone with messages doesn't mean a thing. You can't just get a girl going and drop her like that. It's all kinds of hell to the no!"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to just rush off like that. It's just-"

"It's just what? I totally let go with someone for the first time in my life and you make a mad dash to the bathroom and leave! Way to make a girl feel cheap Sam Evans!" If it was physically possible, she seemed to be getting even more angry as she spoke.

"I had to go!"

"I'm sure you did. You couldn't get out fast enough!"

"I was supposed to pick up my little brother and sister and I forgot that I didn't have the car."

She stopped still and looked at him hard.

Sam stared at the floor. "You kind of made me lose track of time…" he ran his hands through his hair nervously "And my car is... in the shop."

Despite herself her expression softened very slightly. "You had to pick up your brother and sister?"

He nodded. "When I'm with you I get distracted. And my phone had died so my reminder didn't go off. But my parents were counting on me yesterday and I couldn't let them down or leave the kids unsafe."

"You could have asked me for a lift."

"I didn't think your legs would have been able to hold you up at that point!"

The faintest hint of a smile played on the edges of her mouth but she refused to give in. And before long it was gone. "I went from feeling incredible to feeling like crap within seconds Sam! I thought I had done something wrong!"

"You didn't do anything wrong. It was amazing!"

"You could barely look at me afterwards. I felt so cheap."

He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to look into his eyes. "I promise that's not how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to be making you feel beautiful."

"But I thought I had done something wrong. That I disgusted you."

Sam felt an overwhelming sense of shame and a pain in his chest. He had no idea that he had made her feel that way. "You do couldn't be further from the truth. I'm so sorry that I made you feel like that Mercedes. I truly am. I wanted to make you feel incredible. I wanted you to feel as wonderful as I see you. And I blew it. And I will always feel awful for that. I had no idea you would take it that way. I just thought you were mad at me for leaving so fast."

"So you weren't using me?"

He shook his head. "No. And it hurts that you thought I would. But i understand now that you have explained why. I would never intentionally do anything to hurt my friends."

Mercedes sighed and leaned against the wall next to him and in that moment he saw that by saying that he had just hurt her. All this emotional shit was a minefield and he was hitting one with every step that he took.

"So despite what happened yesterday we're still at friends are we?"

"Well…"

The annoyance was back yet again and Sam was struggling to keep up. "Finn is my friend but I would never let him go down on me like that. I only let you because you said you liked me."

Might like you. For once in his life Sam caught the words before they came out of his mouth and saved himself a world of trouble. Caught the lie before it came out of his mouth and saved himself a world of trouble. Because it was a lie. Wasn't it?

Mercedes was silent and looking at him expectantly for a response. And he had no idea what to say in reply. Seconds passed and her expression changed to one of sadness. She pushed him aside and opened the door. "Look! We've already crossed the boundaries of the friend zone. If you're regretting it then that's fine. We'll never speak of yesterday again and we'll just be cool again. If you're not then you have to make up your mind. Marcus is still asking and I'm not going to wait for you." As she spoke he could see her hiding behind her diva face once more.

She pushed past him and started down the now deserted hallway.

Sam put his head in his hands and screamed internally for a moment before running and shouting after her down the hall. "I do like you Mercedes! Please don't go with Marcus!"

She froze mid stride before turning to face him, wide eyed disbelief on her face. He jogged over to where she was and touched her face. "Why would you disbelieve what I say?"

She was biting her bottom lip. "Because you're you and I'm-" He broke her sentence with a searing kiss. "You're the one that I want Mercedes." He finished her sentence, not wanting to hear her say anything disparaging about herself. He also felt a sense of relief. It was true. She was the one that he wanted. She was beautiful and had a soft body that he just wanted to sink into, but she also kept him mentally stimulated, had things in common with him and actually accepted him when he was simply being his goofy self. He'd never had that with anyone before, girl or even guy. And he fully intended to kiss all her insecurities away. He brushed her lip with his tongue and she opened to receive him with a soft moan, her hands reaching up into his hair and teasing his scalp with her nails in the way that always drove him crazy. He cupped her ass and pulled her closer before coming up for air.

"We need to take this somewhere more comfortable."

She broke away panting, eyes already glazed. "Do you have to pick up the kids again?"

He shook his head. "Mom's home with them this afternoon. I'm in no rush."

"Then how about another tutoring session?"

He chuckled against her neck. "That's fine with me. No running this time I promise. But I'm going to have to ask you for a lift this time!"

"Did you really walk back to my place and stand outside my window for an hour last night?"

"Yep. I hoped maybe you would look out of your window and see me."

She nudged him with her shoulder as they headed to the car. "Sam, this isn't some movie, it's real life. But thankyou for trying. I'm sorry my phone was off and I really had no idea that you were there til I heard your messages this morning."

"It's okay. I guess it only proves to show that i do like you..."

Sam would say that he was feeling pretty hot under the collar but his shirt was already off and Mercedes was kissing her way along each one of his abs like a pro. She was taking to this making out business like it was second nature to her. And this girl's kisses did something to him like no other. And he had made out with plenty of others. They were on her bed and things had gotten pretty intense pretty quickly. Sam had to keep reminding himself that he had to take things slow with this one. But somehow for once this was actually okay because he didn't want to screw things up again.

There was, however, one pressingly urgent matter that was refusing to go away. And that was the explosive pressure within his jeans. The combination of Mercedes' kisses and the small moans that she made in the back of her throat when she gave them had him about ready to jizz in his jeans and he was having a really hard time trying not to grind it up against her and freak her out. With a reluctant groan he finally pushed her off him, his eyes fixed on the movement of her breasts in her purple bra, now that her shirt was also removed and he started to sit up.

"What's wrong Sam?"

"Nothing. This is great. I'll be back in a second!" He leaped up, facing away from her as soon as possible to hide the massive bulge in his jeans and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I- uh – I just remembered I have to make a quick call." He tried to make a break for it but was caught by her voice again.

"But your phone is on my dresser!" She sounded disappointed and a little hurt. He winced at having been caught out.

He blushed deeply and turned to face her, realizing that he would just have to be honest. "Actually I have a little problem that I need to take care of before we can continue."

She initially looked confused until her eyes trailed down his body and understanding flooded her eyes. "Surely I can help take care of it for you?" she asked shyly.

Sam thought his legs were going to give way with excitement.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Just show me what to do."

He made his way back to the bed and she sat on the end, reaching forward to unbuckle his jeans. He reached inside his boxers and released the beast with an exhale of relief.

"Shit Sam!" In the moment he had forgotten that this was her first time seeing his cock and that he was above average in both length and girth. It was something he would always be proud of.

"Take off your pants."

Sam wondered how the hell she was the one giving the commands right now but he was too desperate to question it. He stepped out of his jeans and boxers and smiled wickedly as her eyes greedily raked down his naked body before staring almost fearfully at his raging hard on.

"Can I touch it?"

He nodded and swore that it actually jerked as she gingerly stroked one side. The expression on her face changed from fear to wonder. "I never expected it to be so… thick! How the hell does it fit?"

"A little thing called magic honey!"

"What do you want me to use? My mouth or my hand?"

Seriously, this girl was beyond amazing. "Whatever you're more comfortable with. But both is really good. Why don't you use your mouth on the tip and your hands on the rest."

She immediately grabbed his cock around the base with one hand while sucking the tip in her mouth. Sam let out a strangled groan.

Her eyes widened and she immediately stopped. "Am I doing it right? Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head. Her mouth was like a hot vacum and it took him a second to regain his composure. "You're doing great. Don't stop!" He was already too far gone to start off with. This was not going to last long. "I just need you to move your hand up and down like this. He moved her hand and showed her what he meant and she copied immediately, returning her mouth to his tip as she stroked him firmly. Even without lubrication it still felt great. Just knowing it was her hands seemed to do the job and within a minute he knew his time was up.

"I'm gonna come! Have you got a Kleenex or something?"

He knew enough to understand that the whole jizzing on girls thing was purely a porn fantasy and that getting cum in a black girl's hair would earn you a fate worse than death.

Fortunately Mercedes sensed the urgency and handed him the nearest piece of fabric, her discarded shirt. She watched with fascination as just in time he used it to catch the repeated squirts of white fluid that erupted from him with a strangled cry. Finally spent he sat back down next to her.

"Was that-"

He pulled her into a kiss. "That was all you baby."

She sighed against his lips. "Now I understand the rush to the bathroom."

"Now it's only fair that I return the favor. Can I get you off?"

She nodded as he palmed her breast through the bra.

"Take off your jeans and lie back on the bed." He immediately felt better being back in control again and watched as she slid them down and stepped out of them, suddenly self-conscious of her body again. He reached over and took her hand reassuringly, bringing her towards the bed. "Whenever I say that you're beautiful make sure that you believe it!" Seeing the desire in his eyes seemed to have more of an effect than his words but her nervousness returned when she remembered that he was still naked.

"It's ok. We're done with me. I'm just going to make you feel good. Do you ever touch yourself?"

She nodded. Since she had first noticed the lump in his jeans which had appeared while they were watching the love scene in Avatar she had pretended it had been for her. She would recall it and fantasize. And since they had first kissed it had been every night before she went to sleep, even when she was mad at him. Hell, especially when she was mad at him. And again in the shower while her skin was wet and soapy and slippery.

"Show me how you do it."

She closed her eyes and moved them between her legs, opening herself and focusing on her clit. She used her index and middle fingers to rub the little nub in small tight circles, applying just the right amount of pressure before spreading out and widening the amount of area that she touched. Her mouth opened and her legs widened as she got more and more into her hand movements. Sam watched her face contort with pleasure as she started to move her hips rhythmically against her rubbing. He kissed and licked her neck and she groaned aloud.

"Tell me what you're thinking about" he whispered in her ear.

"You!"

"And what am I doing?"

"Bad things."

"What bad things?"

"Dirty kisses!"

He clamped his mouth to her already open on and assaulted her mouth with his tongue. It was a filthy lustful kiss and he felt her start stroking faster, her hips starting to buck. "What else am I doing?"

"Your hands…"

"What about my hands?"

"They're all over. They're playing."

"With what?"

"My breasts!"

He quickly grabbed a breast and pulled it out of its bra cup, rolling the nipple between his fingers before flicking his tongue over it. "What else an I doing with my hands?"

Her voice is breathless and sexy as hell. "They're down there!"

He licked his fingers and shoved her hand to the side and replacing it with his own, feeling her shudder as he continued the rhythm of stroking and teasing. He needn't have bothered licking his fingerd first because she was already dripping wet. "How does that feel baby?"

"S-so good…"

He was back to whispering in her ear. "Do you ever finger yourself?"

She shook her head, the power of speech starting to fail. Beads of sweat were forming on her brow and she was starting to look deranged. He quickly shoved one finger inside her and she made a sound like a frustrated kitten. Her walls instantly clamped around him and he moved it very slowly before kissing her neck and jaw. "I need you to relax baby. Do you trust me?"

She nodded and took a deep breath, loosening slightly around his finger and allowing him to start pumping. Her knees bent and her hips turned towards him to grant him access. Before long she was bucking up against his hand.

"Mmmmmm Sam… Harder…"

He inserted a second finger and curved them upwards looking for her spot. She bucked against him, making inhuman sounds with her mouth.

"More Sam! Harder!"

Who was he to deny her request? Pumping harder he felt her juices starting to flow onto his hand. She was going crazy underneath him, lifting her hips from the bed and fisting the bed clothes.

"Sam please…" She was begging and he didn't even know what the hell for. If he pumped any harder he would get cramp and he didn't want to hurt her. And if he added a third finger this early in the game...

The decision was made by Mercedes herself who had somehow thrown her leg over him and was now clawing at his back. She couldn't have given him any more encouragement than that in her current state. In one move he started rubbing her clit with his thumb while inserting a third finger and kissing and nibbling at her collarbone. She let out a strangled cry as he did it but her hips kept up their frantic bucking. She was taking the three fingers to the knuckle and would fuck him soon enough so she might as well start getting used to the stretch. "Oh S-Sam… yes!" Her movements became more and more irregular as she got closer to her release. "Just like that..." This girl was so horny he was struggling to keep her quiet!

"Aaaaaaarrrghhhhuuuuhhhh…" She clamped so hard around his hand as she came that for a moment he wondered if he would be able to get his fingers back out but he did his best to keep pumping until the last spasm had passed and she lay back, spent and relaxed.

"Shit Cedes! I'm soo sorry!" Sam looked down at his sticky hand, noticing the pink and red streaks on it. "I think I broke your-" He was interrupted by a giggle and brought his eyes back to her face.

"You got the dirty kisses wrong. I was hoping you'd go down on me again!"

"Fuck – I'm sorry-"

"But this was sooo much better. Thank you Sam."

He was confused. "But I broke-"

"I guess it makes your monster cock a little less intimidating now that it's gone!"

He kissed her softly and rubbed her lower belly. He wanted to go and wash his hand but knew that he needed to stay with her while she came down from her high. He was not going to make the same mistake twice and ruin this. Whatever this hot mess actually was.

"Cedes. You need to take a shower."

"Huh?" She looked like she was falling asleep. "You need to go and take a shower. Or better still soak in the bath. You're going to be pretty sore and may even bleed a little bit. The hot water will help."

"It's okay, I-"

"Shhhh!" Sam's head snapped up. "Did you hear a noise?"

"No. Maybe it was just-" There was the clear sound of the front door slamming. Mercedes bolted upright and Sam leaped off the bed.

"Hey Cedes! Are you upstairs?" There was the sound of keys being dropped into the bowl next to the front door.

"Yes mom! I'm just going into the shower because I did some exercise."

"Alright. I'm fresh from the gym so I'll use the downstairs bathroom then we can fix some dinner."

"Okay!"

Sam was frantically pulling on his jeans and hunting for his shirt. Luckily for him, they were so caught up in passion when they got in that he had forgotten to leave his shoes at the front door. Otherwise it would have been game over. Mercedes dragged herself up and threw on a robe. "When the water starts running downstairs you have to leave."

After an anxious five minutes, the sound of running water came and the snuck their way down the stairs. At the door Sam pulled her into a final kiss and she literally had to push him out of the front door.

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow!"

As Sam walked down the street he smiled to himself. He liked a girl and she was a fucking freak!

Maybe he could definitely see himself getting used to this!