A/N: It's the one we've all been waiting for!

Thanks Annikay! Oh, and keep doing what you're doing...

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Please, Baby Please…

And that was how Mama and me finally got it together. We didn't start out casual and work our way up to that shit either…Mercedes and I were completely Boo'ed up from the get-go. And I was so happy I cheesed my way through our first three or four dates without remembering any details about what the hell we even did. If I hadn't used my debit card and saw the shit on the bank statement, there's a chance I may not have even realized we saw movies and went to restaurants…and it didn't really matter to me anyway; I mean, I was with her finally. Plus, I was obviously looking way more forward to the big-deal first time date anyway.

I made a big show of asking my baby out for that shit, because I wanted her to know I wasn't gonna kitty-block her anymore. So once I got everything planned, I sent flowers and a handwritten letter requesting her company on an all-night evening for two. When I got home from work that day, Mama practically dry humped me and screamed "Hell to the Yes!"

I think I need to get a little graphic here and describe all the foreplay shit my girl and I been indulging in since we got together. That way you'll understand how frustrating things were getting for us both. First of all, Mama and I had pretty much turned my bedroom into a guest space…my things were in her closet next to hers, she cleared a space on her vanity for my razors and shit, and I even pushed my dresser in from my room so I'd have access to my underwear after I showered. I guess you could say we were both real invested in constant together-ness.

For my own part, I know all the clingy shit was probably because I finally had access to Mama in a way that I'd been feening after for awhile. As for Jones, I knew she'd been stuck in long-distance hell for so long that she'd more than likely been looking forward to experiencing the flip-side or whatever. Regardless of what our reasons were, on some of those hot nights when we'd lay in bed making out, Mama and I couldn't help but go a little bit honeymoon on each other. And Mama knew I wanted to wait for actual sex, so we compromised and kept all our frustration at bay by getting each other off.

You already know I been doing summa that shit since practically middle school, so I never really felt like she and I were crossing any lines that were too serious. But Mama had never been below the belt with anybody but Evans…Tinsley never even got a sniff! And I kinda got the idea that part of why Jones wanted to get some friction so bad was because she wanted to make new memories; erase everything she and Trouty had ever shared. Either that or she was just horny. Either way, Mama was all the time begging me to touch her and play around with her down low. Me being so generous toward the woman I loved, I happily obliged.

Those beautiful spring nights in LA were the fucking hotness; we'd start out kissing each other all hungry and shit, tongues stroking and lips crashing hard. Then she'd usually skip the light-and-gentle-touching part of the evening, and go straight to tugging at my shorts. The first time Mama touched my man I almost jumped out of the bed, I was so shocked. But she'd coo, and whisper to me all this horny ass pillow talk. Tell me how blessed I was, and lick my ear in between all her murmured-ass words about how I needed to relax and shit. By the time I got comfortable, she'd have me completely out of my bottoms… and well into the stroking and fondling stage. You already know I love those big titties, so I'd palm them, lick 'em, suck away like a baby…the whole time patting myself on the back for making her moan and squeal. Then I'd devote a few moments to concentrating on how responsive my baby is. Shit, she practically flooded the sheets every time I mumbled the word "pussy" in her ear…and I tested that shit out constantly.

I'd tell my baby how much I dig making her wet, and we'd take turns whispering all the shit we wanted to do to each other…I let Cedes know I'd been dreaming about slobbing her whole body down for years, and she practically begged me to hit it from the back some time soon. It was hot as hell, and helped us get real comfortable talking about the shit. Around that time it pretty much became second nature for us to discuss boundaries or whatever, over the dinner table. But we never once crossed the line into actual sex.

Sure, I played with her pussy so much my toothbrush handle started to smell like her cream. And she was real bad about dipping her little hand into my boxers to fondle my balls while we were supposed to be watching a damn movie. I lost my shit this one time when she licked some of my nut off her fingers while I watched, and I ain't even gonna front…I wanted her clit in my mouth so bad I could taste it in my dreams. But some kinda way, we managed to hold back.

The date I'd planned was the fucking business; no damn doubt about that one. I told Mama about the logistics and shit on this afternoon where she'd been pretty much begging me to let her blow me while straddling my waist. It was hella hard to resist, I can tell you that much…but I knew it was just her way of playing dirty so I ignored her ass and changed the subject over to the date. I said we go eat at this fancy ass sushi bar/steakhouse she loves, then we'd take a ride through the streets of LA on my bike before hitting this club I knew about and could get us into.

"And then you're gonna bring me home and fuck me silly in my bed?" Mama asked in a voice that was both play-play and serious as hell, as she leaned back on the armrest of the sofa.

"You sure you want all the booty juices where we sleep?" I asked her, just as serious as she was. "Cause I ain't holding back; and I got no intention of letting your ass sleep until you pass out from exhaustion. There's a good chance that mattress will never fucking recover…"

"Good…" Mama purred like a kitten, getting up on her knees to straddle me again. "…I'm looking forward to it!"

So we were all set. The date was planned for a Saturday night, and I spent most of that morning in a damn department store. I had some issues over my date wardrobe and figured I needed a new look for the occasion.

I explained before how Mama's new circle of friends were all Black, and really into issues dealing with Black culture. And its not like they were racist or anything; just more invested in racial shit than what I'm used to. Most of 'em grew up in towns with huge minority populations…went to all-Black high schools and shit. So some of the stuff that they knew –and expected Mama to implicitly understand- went way the fuck over my head. I guess you could call them "aware." But I honestly considered them my friends too.

This girl Ashley and her best friend Jennifer were the closest to Mama. They liked to go shopping together, have coffee… that kinda shit. Both of 'em wore "natural" hair styles…Ashley had a 'fro like Mama's, cept she called it a "TWA" because it was so short. Jenn wore really long locs, like Teen Jesus', with little cowrie shells on the ends. They also had a GBF; a guy who was a lot like Hummel, only dipped in chocolate…his name was Trey.

Cedes and Trey were the only ones in the new crew that had ever dated outside his or her race, or whatever. And a lot of the more heated "debates" I witnessed stemmed from the girls asking questions about Sam –it seemed like they were trying to figure out how him being white was a factor in the downfall of their relationship. The girls were a little militant on that subject, actually. And even after they figured out that he was good dude and that the shit had bombed for a bunch of other reasons entirely, Jen and Ash didn't quit. At that point, they just started askin' shit to be nosy…

You'd think it might have, but after Mama and I got together the shit didn't stop. If anything, they made sure my ass felt even more on display. I didn't trip at all…because I'd already learned my lesson about that kinda stuff the hard way. I knew if I told one of Mama's homies that I was uncomfortable with all the questions about my dick versus black dicks in the locker room, and whether or not I thought being a Babydaddy made it easier for me to identify with other young fathers on the opposite side of the color line… that they'd have something to say. I was already over conversations where I was informed that my white guilt was showing and that I needed to check my privilege; and Ashley had already laid into me once or twice about how white folks were real quick to try and police how blacks discuss racial issues in their presence. She was real adamant about telling me it wasn't her and her "People's" place to make me feel at home when they had shit to discuss. So I held my tongue and just listened; I figured I could probably learn some shit, anyway. Plus, I pretty much just assumed they were hard on me because they didn't want Mama hurt again…and I was okay with it because if we were still in Lima, Unique and Tina would be up my ass the same way.

The thing that had me trying to change my style, though, wasn't all the serious political discussions. It was this joke Trey made one time about how I could pass for mixed with my shaved head. I'm no stranger to folks coming up to me and asking what the hell my race is. Zizes once told me she only thought I was hot because she couldn't tell her damn self. But usually, when I tell folks about my religious affiliation they shut up about it. For most people…Jew equals White.

But this new clique of friends was way too damn enlightened for that sort of thing. Apparently, all Black folks grow up knowing that "race" and "heritage" are two different things. It's an instinct or something; most Blacks can just meet a somebody new, and know they're Black despite where they come from…everybody in the clique knew at least one other person from Spain, Mexico, German, Italy, China, or fucking Brazil that racially identified as Black. So quips about me probably being part Black and trying to pass as Whiter were sort of a running joke. When Trey said that shit I know my ass blushed, but I still pulled out my phone to show him a picture of Jake. I wanted him to know that if I was mixed-race, then I woulda told them the shit already. The reaction I got was a laugh, and a "Whatever playa…you fam!" from Trey; while the chicks made fun of me for taking after my Pops; you know, being down with the swirl. While I started planning my look for our big date, I made up my mind to play up my exotic looks and not-so-obvious ethnicity; to make Mama more comfortable being seen out in the streets with me.

So like I said, I hung out in Macy's that morning in the men's department, watching all the "brothas" shop. All the ones whose clothes I liked the most were pretty much a bunch of label hoes. They were all Polo'd up head-to-toe, or sporting entire outfits pulled outta the Sean Jean section of the store…I noticed all the most coordinated dudes were wearing and buying fitted caps and color coded Timbs or sneakers with their shit. A couple of dudes busting a mean sag even made sure to match their fucking boxers with their clothes! And even though I'm more of a tee-shirt layered with flannel over well-worn jeans kinda guy, I decided that I'd play along for my girl.

After I looked over everything I found this vertical-striped maroon and black shirt with the Timberland logo on it big as hell, a pair of oversized jeans I knew I needed to starch or put in the cleaners, and a grey and black ball-cap to go with them. I bought a nice pair of grey boots and a windbreaker out of the Timberland store and matching logo socks; I even bought a logo wife beater to wear under the shit… And let me tell you, dressing unlike myself wasn't cheap.

Then I took my ass over to the other side of the mall, so I could go in Trey's favorite barber shop. They faded my do, cleaned up my sideburns, and I got a shave too. I left the mall and drove to a hand car wash, and got my bike all shined up. Then I filled up my gas tank and bought enough condoms to fill up a fucking vending machine. By the time I got home and started getting ready, I was pretty damn confident that Mama would appreciate all my efforts and like the new me.

Around 7:45 pm I was in the den waiting on my lady, and looked up to see her standing there, speechlessly inspecting my ass. Actually, we were both pretty fucking silent right then. Up until we started laughing, that is…because the same way I'd gone all out trying to look like a well-dressed Black dude? Mama had done the same fucking thing, by attempting to look like a Barbie doll.

Now, I'm not saying that my Baby wasn't hot like fire in her new outfit…actually, she was looking sexy as hell. She twirled around so I could see the whole thing. Mama wore this hot pink tank dress that had only one shoulder strap; it was short, straight, and seemed to be made out of rubber. She wore a pair of silver…or actually, clear…stripper heels and plenty of jewelry. Jones had taken out her nose ring, and gotten rid of her big gold hoops, but she replaced them with a pair of long silver earrings that looked like fake diamonds linked together in a single column. They were so long that they brushed her shoulders. And she had about a dozen sparkly thin bracelets on, that tinkled when she moved. Her necklace wasn't one of the ones I recognized…the one that said "LOVE" or the big-ass "M" pendant, either. She'd chosen this diamond-looking choker thing instead. Jones wore an ankle bracelet, a toe ring, and what appeared to be (what I hoped was) a fake tattoo of a butterfly with fairy wings placed her exposed shoulder blade. Oh, and her makeup was hella flashy; glittery shit all over her eyelids, spiky ass lashes, and blow-job shiny pink lipstick.

For some reason, my girl had straightened her hair out too…It wasn't the same as that weave she used to wear; you know, wavy and waist-length. This was her natural hair, all flattened out. It landed just past her shoulders and was cut in kind of a blunt Cleopatra bob with bangs. I'd been listening to Jones and her friends rapping about the dangers and problems associated with heat-styling their natural hair for months; so I was a little confused. I was confused by the whole thing. Mama pulled the look off just fine, like I said. But she just didn't look like my girl.

You wanna know who she did look like, though? This chick from that reality show, The Bachelor, that I took out a time or two back in September. When I thought about it for a few seconds, I guessed that my girl had probably remembered just how many reality TV hoes I banged when we first got to LA. I realized that she'd more than likely tried to imitate them, the same way I'd tried to look more "urban." I felt stupid as hell. And I could tell Mama felt the same way.

"So what's up with the dope boy clothes, Babe?" she chuckled. "Trying out a new look?"

I got up and twirled around so she could see my whole outfit too, laughing the entire time. Then I shrugged.

"Seriously, Boo…" Jones continued. "What'd you buy those clothes for?"

I was embarrassed. "I guess I didn't want you to feel awkward tonight…" I said in a rush. "…since we're going to a Black club, and … I mean…Trey said all that shit about me passing for mixed; plus, you and I come from a town without any real Black hangouts to speak of… so I kinda thought maybe you'd feel less conspicuous or some shit tonight if I tried to blend my ass in better, and I just…"

Mama burst out laughing again and hugged me tight. "Babe…I went out with Sam all the time! And he's White as hell! Plus…this ain't Lima! Nobody cares." She pulled back and stroked my chin. "And I love your comfortable-looking clothes; your Doc Martens and your AC/DC tee shirts. You look happy in them, and I love seeing you happy. Besides, being seen with a guy who isn't Black doesn't bother me…because if you were Black, then you wouldn't be my Puck!"

"Yeah, I know you better than that…" I admitted. "…I didn't think you wanted me to change who I was; but I figured since you never really had a whole lot of Black friends before, that you'd maybe be more comfortable if I looked like everybody else. I just don't want anybody to start any shit on our first big date…And anyway," I changed tactics, "What's up with you and the Bratz Doll getup?"

She kissed my face and smudged her lipstick. "Why? Don't you like it?" Mama twirled around again.

"You're looking sexy, believe that…" I hesitated.

"But?" Mama prompted.

"But," I relented, "it's not you. I love your curly hair, and your high-tops and cheetah print sandals. Your leggings and flowy tops and big hoop earrings. Why'd you change?"

"Well," she started, "you went out without all those actresses and that one girl who was on For the Love of Ray Jay…" Oh yeah, I forgot about that one. Mama went on. "I just wanted to dress like the girls you normally like."

I didn't mention that Mama was looking like one of the chicks from Flava Flav's dating show, because I understood what she meant. Instead I just told her, "I liked them…but I love you. No changes necessary."

"Same here," she agreed. Then we kissed. "Should we change?" Mama asked.

"No," I shook my head and offered my arm. "You did this shit for me, and I did it for you. We're going out just like this." Plus, my outfit cost me like, almost three hundred bucks, all together. So I was sporting that shit till the sun came up…or die trying.

"Cool," Mama breathed…then we took off into the night.

We rode my hog to the restaurant, and just made our 8:30 reservations. Over seriously a seriously tender petite sirloin -hers- and a big ass Porterhouse –me- and a shared serving of salmon, tuna, yellowtail, and red-snapper nigiri, we talked. Over green tea ice cream, and pineapple sherbet, we laughed. I held her hand, she stole a piece of my steak. Mama fed me sushi, and I helped her drop wasabi into her soy sauce. The meal took over two hours…but we left full, smiling, and ready for whatever.

Next, I took her riding along the coast…speeding down the PCH going 70 in the warm breeze. Mama wore this purple helmet I bought her right after we made it official, and through my own I could hear her shrieking for joy behind me. I got us back to Westwood around 11:45, and we made our way slowly through the traffic to this club one of my pool clients own.

The guy, Nathan Wesley, used to be this big-shot club promoter in his twenties. But when he married his college sweetheart, she made him promise to find a nine-to-five. He dibbled and dabbled in the music industry for awhile, using contacts he made working the club circuit. Nathan and a silent partner opened Club Mecca X about two or three years ago, and it was still one of the hot nightspots around town.

Dude stopped me one day as I was about to leave his Bel Air mansion following a pool-cleaning gig, to find out whether or not I was open to open-ended contract with him at a discounted rate. I was, and business man-to-business man, we've formed a pretty tight professional relationship. He offered me a chance to come check out his club, VIP style awhile ago…even though the spot is 21-and-over, but I haven't really had a reason to up till now. Since Mama loves to dance and we both had fake IDs, I figured this was just as good a time as any.

In Da Club

My girl and I bypassed the long-ass line outside Mecca X, and walked right up to the burly dude standing beside the red velvet rope. We gave our names, let him look us over, then went inside to see what was what.

The club was nice; it had three separate floors, each one playing a different kinda music. The ground floor was for the young bucks like us…they played hip-hop and R&B mostly, with a few pop songs by what I guess were considered crossover/blue-eyed soul artists. There were a few tables, and a huge dance floor. Plus the bartenders were all setting shit on fire and dispensing mostly electric-blue and bright orange cocktails for the skimpy-dressed females. Most of the dudes were dressed just like me, and sucking on Coronas and Michelob Light. There was a lot of energy going on down there, and Mama was bouncing before we even got in the door good.

Level two was playing music for the grown and sexy bunch… there was a lot of two-stepping going on in that piece. Older couples –most of them seemed to be in their thirties- sat around at tables and mostly talked instead of dancing. The majority of these club-goers wore professional-looking clothes…way more covered up than the motherfuckers on the ground level. There were a lot of little red velvet-covered booths around the perimeter of the room, where couples sat and cooed at one another. Wait staff walked around delivering glasses of wine and cognac. This seemed like the perfect spot for a long-term couple to go and have a few drinks after a long hard day of work or wrestling with kids. It seemed like kind of a happy hour spot that ran a little late on the weekends.

The top level was the VIP area. We peeked in for a minute, but didn't stick around. Mama and I saw a few Young Hollywood types, popping bottles and making a spectacle… as well a bunch of famous-for-being-famous heiresses and reality TV freaks dancing on the tables. Jones pointed out some of the labels that the folks were wearing, and we both felt kinda out of place among all the rich folks. It wasn't exactly a bad place to hang exactly…the music was thumping pretty hard and it was the most decadent place in the club. But like I said…we honestly didn't really fit in.

So we went back down to the main floor and took up a little bit of space on the dance floor. Some song by Rihanna was playing, and I watched as Mama swayed her hips and did this little reggae move while pressed against my crotch. Dancing ain't exactly my forte…everybody knows that shit. But dancing in a club is all about how still you can stand while your girl gets her grind on; everybody knows that shit.

Pretty much every twenty minutes or so the song changed over to a line dance song, and the whole dance floor magically re-mutated itself into complicated-ass formations so people could do the K-Wang Wit It, the Bunny Hop, The Cha-Cha Slide, the Electric Slide, the Apache, the Wobble, the Zydeco Shuffle, the Red Nose, and the fucking Macarena too!

Mama knew all that shit, danced her ass off every time one came on. And like I said, I can get down with dancing one-on-one with my lady just fine. But I ever gonna be that dude pretending to know the steps to any of that shit…most of it looked complicated as all hell to me. So mostly I just went and bought drinks whenever Mama got caught up in one of them. When the Cupid Shuffle came on for like, the third time, I decided to go take a leak. Then I faced the sink to wash my hands and this tall light-skinned Black dude cornered me.

"Sup, Mane?" he asked, while I dried my hands and he started washing his own.

I eyeballed the dude, decided he wasn't up to any shit, then jerked my chin in his direction, "Sup?"

Dude was throwing his own paper towel away "Aye…you came up in here with Lil Shawty in the pink, right?"

"Yeah…" I wondered what the hell he was asking for. "…that's my girl."

"For real, homey?" Dude offered me some dap. "You did good, playa…Babygirl fine as shit!"

I grinned and bumped his fist. "Yeah, she is." I figured that was gonna be the end of it…I was wrong.

"Hey, lemme ask you sum Bruh…" Guy seemed like he was getting ready to set in for a nice long chat; leaned against the wall and everything.

"What up?"

"Your girl ever date a brother?" It didn't seem like he was trying to start any shit, but I was still wary.

"Why you wanna know that?" I asked suspiciously

"Cuz, dude...most of the sistas around here that fuck with White cats act all brand new when they bring 'em around the Black clubs. Niggas be trying to get they names and shit and they respond by actin' like they been accosted by a gotdamn date rapist motherfucker."

I hear the N word outta Mercedes' crew so much that shit didn't even phase me.

"Be looking motherfuckers up and down like our clothes ain't clean or some shit…" he continued. "… then turn up they noses like we stank."

I nodded and crossed my arms. "Oh yeah?"

"Fa sho…stay forever talking to somebody like a damn thug-boy fuck nigga they ain't got time for." He lit up a cigarillo and offered me one, which I turned down. That shit smelled good as hell, though. "But your girl ain't on that shit. My homeboy tried to get her number and she was nice to him. Even smiled."

I glare and swung my head around looking for this "homeboy" I needed to school.

"She turned his ass down…" 'Ole boy was quick to say, which calmed me down. "…but she danced with him, and I think she said she was gonna hook him up with one of her friends."

"Ashley?" She was the home-girl in the crew that was the most similar to Mama, physically.

"Fuck if I know." He shrugged. "But that's legit, right there. Your girl straight up… Made me wonder."

"Oh. Well, yeah…" I answered him. "…she went out with a couple of the Black dudes on the football team when we were in high school. But our hometown is kinda small; not exactly a big minority population, ya dig?"

"I got you," he nodded.

"So Babygirl pretty much never really had the luxury of considering a dude's race whenever she decided to try a new one on for size..." I went on. "She just likes who she likes."

"I feel you, Mane…" Dude nodded. I need to admit that despite the fact that we were conversing in front of a damn urinal, I was enjoying the conversation by that time. The guy reminded me of my old buddy Matt Rutherford. "…But I gotta say; yo ass ain't like most of the White dudes around here that's down with the swirl, either."

"Whatchu mean?" I asked curiously.

"You know," he started. "Most of 'em come up in here with some 'ole Keri Hilson looking bitch…slim, light-skinned, tall…"

I figured that shit out already for myself. "Oh, I get it," I nodded.

"Not that your girl ain't fine," he was quick to say. "She thick as shit, and got a pretty ass face; but usually…"

"No problem…I understand," I answered. I wasn't offended at all.

"So they roll up in here with they girls, mean mugging the brothas like they think we all out to fuck their lady…" he continued. "…and I mean, yeah; we flirt and try to get the digits. But you know how playas do…" Dude grinned a little. "…for the most part we just be in there, trying to show some appreciation and make the chumpees smile..."

I smirked and nodded, seemed like I was dealing with a kindred ass spirit; sex sharks always get along. He kept talking.

"But y'all asses stay forever slamming down a Heineken bottle all loud, flicking them stanking-ass Marlboro Red butts at motherfuckers, and fronting on a dude…"

I thought about Finn and almost laughed out loud. Sounded just like his ass whenever somebody got in Berry's face.

"So they come up in here trying to get buck, starting fights and shit in OUR motherfucking club…" he went on. "…acting pissed off and shit at one of us for looking too hard at a pretty ass lady. When it ain't even about all that shit… it's completely fucked up…:

"No doubt! But I ain't on that bullshit…" I assured him. "…I trust my girl. Look all you want; take a damned picture for all I care. Long as y'all ain't touching on her and she cool with it, then we cool."

"Real talk, Mane…" he shook my hand. "Plus, fighting in the club'll get your ass locked up right quick! I used to be on that baby thug shit hardcore; back in the day. Thought being a damn criminal was the business." He went on. "But this one time I fucked up and got my ass thrown up in Juvie when I was in high school? Shit fucked my head up so bad I changed my damn ways. Decided I wanted to start being about shit…"

"Dude!" I nodded and punched his shoulder. "You and me both…"

Dude nodded back. "But anyway Bruh…I seen you a few times over at the playground running ball, and thought I'd holler at you when I saw you come up in here. I'm Sean, by the way…I'ma let you get back to your girl, but I'll see you around Partner!"

We walked out together. "I'm Puck." We slapped palms and separated. "See you around!" For some reason, I knew I would. Then I rolled back over to the dance floor and caught my sweaty, gorgeous girlfriend around her sexy, swiveling hips.

Who's Ready?

"Making friends?" Mercedes giggled, after returning my hug and gesturing over to where Sean had crept off to.

I chuckled. "Something like that." That's when the DJ cut the lights and started playing slow jams. Everybody knows that's their way of telling motherfuckers to go home and get laid…so I checked my watch. It was almost 3am.

We started to dance…Usher sang, while Mercedes whispered the lyrics to Burn in my ear softly before asking, "So when you taking me home and getting me outta this dress?"

I straightened the hell up and fingered the tips of her silky straight hair…I couldn't wait to sweat her edges back out, later on. "You don't wanna go and get wings? Or a Fat Burger?"

"Hell no! Mama answered. "Only thing I'm hungry for, right now? Is my sexy-ass man…"

I swear, I was loving Mama's new sexy attitude. She wasn't like this back in high school…that much I know for sure. I appreciated her wanting me like I wanted her, but I still needed to do this shit the right way. "I want my slow dance, though…" I argued. "It's a first for us!"

"Okay," she relented, but still looked determined. "But don't say I didn't warn you…"

Mama immediately tried her best to get me to change my mind. She tickled me underneath my shirt hem, licked some of the sweat from my neck. She stroked my hair-stubble and my sideburns, tiptoed her fingers into the waistband of my jeans. Finally, my girl turned around and moved her hips in a circle against my groin. I grabbed a handful of her sexy hips and whispered, "You gonna strip for me when I do get you home?" before resting my chin in the crook of her shoulder. "Because that's a promise I can get behind." I gripped her ass a little for emphasis.

Mama giggled and started doing that same sexy dance move she pulled on me back at Rachel's train wreck party junior year. "If that's what you want…"

I nodded and slid my own hands underneath the hem of her short-ass dress and started to stroke her thighs. "Lap dance too?" I was already ready to go…

"Can't wait," was her reply.

"What song?" I kept teasing us both. This slow build shit was turning out to be hella hot.

"You'll see…"

"You gonna let me take off your panties with my teeth?"

"If I even have any panties on for you to take off…"

And that was all the hell I needed to hear. I twirled my lady around, kissed her like a hungry motherfucker, and grabbed her hand so we could go. We didn't say another word; just dipped to the motherfucking left.

We traveled over 2 different stretches of highway and made it home in just under 14 minutes, I was driving so fast. As soon as we got through the front door, Mama sat me down in an armchair and played turned some music on... Bed, by J. Holiday. She went into our room and took off her dress…then came back out in some kinda lingerie shit.

It was pale, lavender…lacy. Mercedes wore a strapless bra, these tiny ass boy-shorts, and her heels. She stood about four feet in front of me, winding her hips and mouthing the words to the song. Then she turned her back to me and body-rolled, popping that ass up and down. She dipped to the ground, knees closed, and shimmied her way back up, stroking herself along her torso. She twirled in a slow, sexy circle, rotating her hips to the beat while licking her lips. Mam bent over and grabbed her ankles, still shaking her ass to the slow beat. Her thighs jiggled and her booty cheeks slapped together softly. She turned around to face me, flashed me a little nipple and blew me a kiss. I watched my lady run her tiny hands along her own thighs and hips, watched her pinch her own nipples, eyeballed her as she tiptoed across her own collarbone and made my hands jealous as hell. I swear, at that point I damn near pulled muscle turning around to find an ATM, because my girl was fucking talented, and honestly deserved a tip.

Mama walked closer, inch by inch…hips swaying. She straddled me all of a sudden and grabbed my hands to kiss my fingers, one by one, working her hips the whole time. I licked between her cleavage, and tried my very best to get my fingers between her pussy and the fabric of them panties, but Mama wasn't letting me.

"No touching…"

Then she stood up and straddled me backwards and went to town. Her booty popped, and her thighs ground against me. She rolled her upper body, and tossed her hair around; after that she bent over and did it all over again in slow motion. But the moment of no return didn't happen until her hands rested on the floor and she moved her legs up to rest on my shoulders. It was a handstand, and I was 100% here for it.

"Please tell me doggy-style is on the menu tonight?" I begged, dick hard and hips grinding right alongside hers.

Mama straightened up and I flicked the hooks on her bra and flung the fucker so fast she didn't even know it was coming off till the shit hit the table lamp. Licking and sucking on her shoulder blades, I reached around to cup her tits with my palms.

"Hmmmmm…" she moaned. "Again…I can't wait!"

And at that point, neither could I. I stood up with my arms full of sexy diva and charged into our room.

"Puck, put me down!" Mama giggled while I made my way there.

"Guns, Baby…I got you" I put her down once we cleared the doorway, backed my girl up against the wall, and ripped off her panties.

"Thought you were gonna do it with your teeth?" Cedes teased, running her arms along my forearms.

"Next time, Mama," I promised, right before I got down on my knees in front of her naked body. "Ready to scream my name?" I asked, kissing one thigh, then the other.

Mama slung one of them over my shoulder before answering. "Which one? Puck or Noah?"

I leaned in and breathed in the smell of my horny Baby's sexy pussy and used my thumbs to open her lips. "All of 'em," I replied, just before getting right the hell to work.

Mama let me kiss and smooch around her clit for awhile, as I got used to the idea of finally being allowed to touch on her like this. She let me explore, at my own pace while she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. I heard a little whimpering, a little moaning…but for the most part this was all my show; she gave me free reign. Mama kinda grunted when she felt my two fingers probe her pussy-hole. She whined when I nuzzled my whole face in between her legs. But the second I finally stuck out my tongue and laid just one swipe across her snatch, Mama inhaled sharply and clutched at my head…forcing me to give her just a little more friction.

"Shit, Puck…"

From the sound of things, it seemed like she was already close. My baby was horny…I'd known this for weeks. But I didn't know she was this hard-up. On the one hand, I wanted to let Jones get off quick; I'd been blue-balling her for way too fucking long, and I knew it was high time. But on the other, I was just getting into it. Having fun. Her pussy was delicious, and I wanted to take my time and treat it right. As I licked her slow and sucked away, I debated on what to do.

"Please…"

The begging was all I needed to hear. I wasn't about to make my girl wait. So I started painting her pussy with circles. Big ones that fluttered around my fingers sloshing in and out of her hole. Smaller ones that teased the inside walls of her pussy lips as I kissed away her cream. Slippery circles that I traced around her clit…feeling her calf muscle grazing my ear, and her body gyrating hard enough to bang the wall behind her. I sipped circles, flicked circles; treated that nub like a cone of soft-serve with the tiny little point at the top.

"Fuck, Baby…"

She was wet, so fucking wet….my fingers slid in and out all slick and warm. I added another one and wet that one up too. She smelled almost as sweet as she tasted and I wanted my girl to know she was quickly becoming my favorite meal…so I pulled them out and smeared her juices on her clit before pressing them back inside. Never stopped licking though.

"Shit…"

I could tell from experience that this first nut was gonna be big and messy…just like I like it. Mama tasted so good I didn't wanna move. But she was so close; my girl throbbed like hell around my fingers, and her entire pussy quivered as I licked away.

"Goddamn Puck…"

By this time her cream was running down my forearm, and her thighs were tightening around my head. There was so much heat built between her legs that I knew my face was probably red. I was hot, but dammit if hell if this kinda hot; sign me up right now. I used my free hand to spread her lips wider, continued to slide my finger sin and out, in and out. I wrapped my whole mouth around BabyGirl's hot button, sucked away, licked away…until I felt her tighten, felt her hips shake, felt her hands on the back of my head mashing me in more forcefully. Finally my girl screamed and cursed my name.

"Puck…Shit…"

As she convulsed and cursed, I slowed my movements and alternated between soft licks and slow suction to bring her down gently. Mama calmed the fuck down eventually, sighed, and let her knees buckle as she slid to the floor beside me. Then she shot me this hungry-ass, calculating-ass, satisfied-ass look. She lip-raped me then; knocked me on my back, straddled my hips and kissed me as hard as she could. Mama sucked her own juices right from my taste buds, and pulled my lower lip into her mouth to suck on that too. Mama was sweaty, a little shaky still, and breathing hard as hell through her nose. But she still managed to hit me with a lip-lock that was both rough and sweet at the same time. Then my Baby let me up for some air, breathed deeply for a few seconds, and exhaled, "I needed that…"

Now real talk? That was probably the best fucking afterglow talk Mama could have hit me with right about then. With those three little words, she let me know that I hadn't just showed out and done the damn thing between them legs…even though I appreciated the hell out of that like a motherfucker. But she also gave me the impression that I'd been the first one to do so in a long-ass time. As I rubbed her back and ass-cheeks while she cuddled into me right there on the floor, I pondered that shit. A part of me was hella curious…because the thought of Trouty or anybody else having the kind of access to my girl that I'd just had been fucking me up for a year now. I honestly hoped they'd kept something back from each other all these months the two of them hadn't been getting along. I wanted to hear her tell me that, flat out and plain…so I took a gamble and asked, "Been a minute?"

She nodded and I grinned my ass off. This meant that Mama and I had just shared something together that the two of them quit doing at some point. Shit made me happy as hell. "Me, too..." I finally admitted, too.

Mama looked confused and shit, then asked me, "So it's been awhile since you…" as she stroked the side of my face.

"Ate pussy?" I supplied. "Dined at the Y? Sipped on some slit?" Sucked on a…"

"Yes, Noah!" Mama thumped me on the chest, while I wagged my tongue at her.

"Yeah," I answered, after we stopped laughing. I leaned up on my elbows. "…it's been at least a year." And I wasn't lying. I didn't get down with Corcoran like that…and she was my BabyMama#2! Now Jones knew I only pulled certain shit out when a chick was special to me. "But practice makes perfect, Mama…" I lay back all the way down, and told her, "Come ride my face…"

Jones giggled. "Already? Again?" She moved that pretty pussy fast though; my lady shifted ass and got to crawling so she could hover over my lips with the quickness. "Maybe I shouldn't though, we wouldn't want you to get addicted…" she teased.

"Too late…" I told her, while she got settled on her knees and waited for me to get busy. "That 'three minutes of fame' bullshit you just pulled ain't gonna cut it with me." Plus, I knew we had the rest of the day to play with one another. I wanted Jones turned all the way out before the sun went down later on that evening. I was gonna make my girl come hard, and come often on our first night together, and that was a promise. If I had anything to say about it, neither one of us was getting off easy on that front. "Quit hovering and sit the hell down!" I ordered.

Jones saluted me mockingly, hesitated long enough for me to smack that ass one good time, then finally made contact with my face one-mo-gain.

You know, I always had this theory about boning chicks…something I don't have any statistics or concrete evidence to support or any shit like that…but it always seemed to me like women sleep better and smile harder after fucking; if they get that first nut riding a chin as opposed to a dick. It's hard to describe, but it seems to me like there's a fist –or something- deep inside a woman's cootch, when she's horny and frustrated. And the fist doesn't unclench and loosen until after she busts one. Most of the time, a good fucking is all a woman needs to relieve tension and feel like a million bucks. But, it also seems to me like a when dude takes the time to administer a little slobber-gobble before the big dick-down, then that pussy fist becomes even looser, like fluttery-ass fingers, waving "night-night" with the quickness. The pussy relaxes more, can take more dick, and feels wetter when you finally do get in there and hit. In that moment, I needed Mama to know without a doubt that her man was here to keep her completely satisfied; that my new goal in life was fulfilling every motherfucking desire she had…even the ones she couldn't fix her mouth to tell me about. And I was gonna show her the best way I knew how.

So I took my time this go round…sipped at my Baby, licked her slow and easy. Tongue fucked her, almost lazy-like. Poked at her hole with the tip of my tongue; licked the inside of her walls. I nibbled and nuzzled and burrowed in there like champ. By the time Mama came again, this time less violent than the last time, I was ready to slide home and take my time getting to know her from the inside out.

So right about this time I'm feeling like the man, right? I'm invincible…SuperPuck or some shit. My girl was on the floor shivering and quaking. I stood up, her cream all over the bottom half of my face, and stepped outta my clothes as fast as I could. My man was standing at attention; a six-gun salute…and walk slowly over to the nightstand by the bed while smirking over my shoulder. I give her a minute, so she can bask in the fucking afterglow, allowing myself to savor the memory of what we'd just done; and I reach in the drawer, pull out a row of condoms, and toss most of them on the bed. I take one out, leisurely, start to put it on so I could finally dick my girl down.

But see, Mama wasn't feeling that shit at all. Not in the motherfucking least. She stood up, crossed over and knocked that shit outta my hands, then used all the force left in her cute little body to shove me backwards onto the bed. My ass literally took flight for a second or two, she was so serious. She got down on her knees in front of me, grabbed me around the shins and yanked me in her own direction; using brute force to slide me across the sheets towards her. My girl hit me with a sexy snarl, and quickly informed me, "Not yet, Baby…it's your turn." Then she proceeded to give me the best dose of head the 'Zilla has ever in this life run across.

I mean, Mama's technique was better than the professional-grade hoovering I used to get back during Freshman year when I spent my afternoons fucking Britts on the regular. It beat the hell outta the slurping and jerking action I got from Satan way back when. Jones could have taught a class and invited Quinn, whose demure butterfly kisses and fluttery-ass tongue flicks weren't shit to write home about. Jones even put the desperate-for-attention MILF crew and the thirsty-for-popularity JV Cheerios to shame.

Mama started with licks. Circular licks to the tip of my man that forced my hips to lift off the mattress involuntarily. Popsicle licks to my shaft that made my eyes roll into the back of my head. Soft, wet, slurps to my balls; that, coupled with her warm breath and soft lips made me wanna start praising Jesus. And mad, all-over, hard-to-anticipate sloppy licks, anywhere her tongue happened to land.

"Ugh…Fuck, Cedes…" I couldn't help but moan.

Next up was kisses. Mama licked her lips and got them all wet, right? And then she pouted and puckered up and planted sloppy smooches all over my dick. She cooed, told me she loved it, gushed about how much man I was, pretended to worry that it wouldn't all fit in her mouth...the whole time placing those soft and juicy lips everywhere on my package she could reach. I felt the tip of her tongue dart out periodically, and she snuck a few more licks in, too…but for the most part; Mama made out with my dick…or rather, her dick, until she heard me cry out again.

"Shit, Shit…Baby…Motherfuck!"

Finally, BabyGirl got right to business and started sucking. She'd suck me hard, then suck me soft. She sucked me all the way to the base of my dick, then give me just a little attention, right at the tip. She'd suck my balls, then cup them with her hands to go back to sucking my man. Her lips were like, plump...the softest kinda plump I ever felt. They were as full as her ass-cheeks are, and believe me, that thing is the very definition of "full" and "soft."

"Got-dammit, Mama…Shit, please… Don't stop…"

Right about then, Mama started to hum. I felt her lips and tongue and even her gums quiver around me. I felt her soft and warm hands gently fondling my balls. I felt the suction, the wetness, the slickness of her tongue, and dammit…I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Mercedes…Fuck, Baby…Shit, Cedes…"

I erupted and it felt like every ounce of tension, every fiber of stress, every milliliter of semen in my body poured out in between Mama's lips. She swallowed, which I honestly didn't expect for her to do, and she crawled up on me and looked deep into my eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her breathless so we could taste one another's' tongues again. Then we maneuvered ourselves over so we could cuddle with my head laying on the pillow and her body draped over mine.

Mama's leg was thrown over mine, her body aligned alongside mine, her face pressed sweetly into mine…we were one. We kissed softly, using our hands to stroke and caress one another. I fingered her nipples, she tweaked mine. We gripped hands and moved them together between our bodies. I twirled my fingers around her moist pubic hair, she used her palms to slide along the slickness she'd just covered my dick in. I touched her clit softly, she gripped my man again…Silently, we both decided that play time wasn't over yet.

I got up on my knees; she turned over and tooted her booty in the air. I put on a rubber and gripped her hips so hard they would have left marks if she was any lighter. She clutched at the pillow and I slid the tip in, slow as hell. I made my way in, inch by inch. Filled her up, slow burn style. She moaned underneath me, I grunted inside of my girl. I stroke her walls and she squeezed me in return. By the time I spread her legs out, butterfly-wing style, Mama was begging me to jackrabbit.

"Please…"

So I did. We quit loving slow and careful. Stopped making love and started fucking. I rode her gorgeous ass hard and forceful. Mama wanted it so bad she yelped. She begged me to keep it up, just like that.

"Fuck me…"

I bent over, so my chest could cover her back. I felt her smooth skin against mine, moving to the rhythm. I licked sweat from her shoulder; she reached around to clutch at my sides. I held both her hands in mine; she gripped my fingers hard as hell. I whispered "I love you" in her ear, she moaned "I love you too," into the pillow. We moved together; the sex was faster, wetter, hotter, and better than anything I'd ever experience. We both panted and gasped, as the feeling of perfect sex overtook us. I moaned her name, she moaned mine. Finally, we came together in a flurry of loud shrieks and curses. Then we lay still. Both of passed the entire fuck out.

Mama and I slept, awoke after the sun came up, and then made love all damn fucking day.

A/N: I hope…well….I hope you all got what you needed to get here.

I know I did lol.

The smut was fun to write and I personally found it super satisfying. But if you don't agree…or hell, if you do; let me know.

Now, onto the other plot devices used in this update.

First of all, I that some of you have noticed that I tend to give Mark's confusing ethnicity a lot of play in this story…and truth be told, I'm not sorry for it. Because honestly, commenting on it is kind of my guilty pleasure. See, after I re-watched that episode where Zizes made her comment about hooking up with Puck because she first thought he was mixed race, I Googled Mark's heritage…I ended up on one of those websites that traces famous people's grandparents and great-grandparents. And what I found there was a detailed description of his bloodlines. According to the site, he's part Spanish, English, and German. But see, Mark refuses to speak on his racial affiliation. Wendy Williams (with her nosy ass) flat-out accused Mark of looking Hispanic or part Black, and instead of telling her "yay" or "nay," Mark hemmed and hawed to avoid answering her question.

So for my fic, Puck is having to deal with the knowing glances and inside jokes of others for my amusement. In the words of Naya Rivera…Sorry, not sorry.

Also, I am a little bit torn about the remainder of this fic. I have already started to plot and outline an epilogue, which will take place about 10 years in the future and tie up loose ends. And I already mostly wrote Chapter 18. But I don't really have any inspiration for something in between. I want to show some day-in-the-life stuff, as the couple goes deeper and deeper into a committed, healthy relationship. And there a couple of ways I could do so.

I could pair Sean up with one of Mercedes' new homegirls, and have them talk dating and maybe do some shit as a foursome. It would be good to finally write Mercedes as having and hanging with Black friends for once, since she ain't got none on the show lol. But that depends on whether or not you guys like Sean.

Or I could have some NDs show up and visit the couple…maybe Satan. Conversely, I could have the couple go to Lima for a visit. Not for Finn's funeral, though…that shit ain't happening here at all.

I'll think about it, and welcome any suggestions from you guys.

In the meantime, love you all!