A/N: Hey people!
How's it hanging? Anybody enjoy that last installment? I hope so…
Anyway, this is my attempt to add some fuckery –aka Trouty Mouth- to the Puckcedes equation. Don't worry, Sam ain't getting her back; but still, he's afoot.
Please excuse any lingering errors…this update is as-yet unBetaed. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters of Glee.
Trouble Brewing
I guess if I was a smarter man, I would have known that things were probably going too fucking good between me and Mama, for them to keep going that way. Or at least…too good for them to keep going on without any obstacles showing up to fuck with my peace of mind. But, as I've said before; too bad I'm not a smarter man.
See, after that first time she and I got naked together, Jones and I settled, one mo gain…into a routine. It wasn't that different from the other ones we'd already established to be honest; I mean, we were still sleeping together, only now my room was used for storage and all my important shit lived with Mama's stuff. And we still hung out most of the day, spending as much time together as possible. But some kinda way, us being together finally made all that stuff better. It was almost like, as a real couple, the two of us were way more relaxed.
I suppose it made sense, in a way…I mean, I didn't have to torture my self with all those blue-balls dreams, anymore; because I could enjoy Mama's body for real now -and the dreams didn't have shit on the real thing. Which meant I was sleeping better. And Mama ain't have to come up with ways to seduce my ass anymore, because she already had me hook, like, and sinker. So she was less stressed. The two of us were in love, and happy…drifting along on a cloud of giddy, bigger than Jew-fro's hair…all the way up until Spring Break.
See, when Trouty took his ass back to Lima after New Year's, he seemed all contrite and shit; called to say he was sorry before he even got on the plane. But by the time he touched down in Ohio, he'd decided he was more mad than apologetic. And he showed his anger by embarking on this campaign to make Mama cray-cray from 2500 miles away. First he made this big ass show of getting with Brittany on the non-PR, and becoming her legit boyfriend. We heard all about it. According to Unique and Tina, those two spent a lot of time going on corny ass dates, performing songs together in Glee…the whole nine yards of stupidity. At one point they were telling everybody in the world that their's was the realest love since Mary J. Blige. And he and Cedes pretty much ignored each other's existence, up until April crawled around.
But following some big-ass altercation Evans had with Santana over Brittany that Boy-Blondie somehow managed to win, he took the "W," and immediately decided to try and get back the girl he really and truly wanted after the fact…my guess is he wanted to avoid being sliced to death by a mad-ass lesbian with murder on the brain. And the whole thing depended on whether or not he could get Mercedes to invite him to stay with us for Spring Break.
See, Evans may not be too big on book learning; but he's way smart when it comes to chasing chicks who don't want his ass. In a lot of ways, I think the motherfucker actually digs a challenge. So he knew from experience that if he wanted back in Mama's good graces, he had to be very careful… approach that shit from the standpoint of an old friend rebuilding bridges or whatever. Following that logic, the dude made a big-ass deal of reestablishing ties with my lady, by reminding Jones of how they started out as homies.
First he started calling…every damn night. In the beginning the calls were short; basically just long enough for Evans to apologize for the eightieth time for not trusting her, and to say good night or whatever. Which didn't bother me in the least…that shit made Mama happy, but not like…nostalgic or anything. Just friendly. She forgave him, and seemed glad to have put all their relationship drama behind her once and for all. So I dealt with it in stride.
Then he started holding her on their conversations longer. Again, dude never said shit out the way…Evans was way too smart for that. But still, he always managed to remind 'Cedes –during every last one of their talks- of some shit that happened before anything romantic ever popped off between the two. Every morning, hours after their late-night phone call, Jones would bring up something Evans had managed to reminded her about…She'd be like, "I think I'll wear this blue sparkly tank top today, Baby; Sam reminded me about my Night Of Neglect dress last night and… you know, I do look good in blue sequins." Or she'd say, "Remember that first 'Lonely Hearts' Valentine's Day night at Breadstix, Boo? Sam told me last night that Kurt and I should have invited him over to our table back then… said we could have saved him from the evil clutches of Satan!" Shit like that. Like I said, everything the talked about was innocent, but still…he wasn't fooling me for a fucking minute.
Then Evans started sly-ways laying all these hints about the fact that he was the one who helped Mama land her record deal last year. Real cloaked and subtle bullshit… Like, he'd tell her how he wished he'd have put a video of her performing in red up on YouTube earlier in the year. Because, supposedly, she'd already have a hit record out by now if he had. Or Trouty would ask Mama whether or not her boss and coworkers still brought Disco Inferno up in the studio. Just to remind Mercedes of his role in her getting closer to her dream.
After that, it was a bunch of veiled attempts to wangle an invitation to California. He'd ask Mama if she had any contacts that he could one day meet, to see if maybe he had a future in LA. Then he'd say all casual-like, "Well, Spring Break is coming up, Cedes…so if something crosses your mind let me know." That kinda shit. Mama told me everything, because she's always a little blind to when folks are hitting on her…it's why I stay so calm whenever she and I go clubbing and dudes get all in her grill. She really just doesn't see the shit. Despite the way Jones' confidence has grown since leaving Lima, she's still not convinced people really want up on her, until they hit her over the head with lust. In a lot of ways, I blame Trouty.
By the time Evans suggested that he was hoping to come to Los Angeles and visit us over the break, so he could spend the week looking for opportunities for after graduation, and then "inquired" about a cheap place to stay -because his family was doing better, but he still needed to watch his dollars and cents- he already knew Mama was gonna offer him my old room. That motherfucker used a combination of sweet memories, gratitude and pity to get a foot in my and Mama's door. If I hadn't wanted to kick his ass, I'd have been proud of him for playing it so smart.
You probably think I put up a fuss, right? Threw a hissy fit and put my foot down so he'd stay his ass the fuck away? Well if that's what you figure, then you're wrong…I ain't even on that bullshit. For one, I know that was exactly Sam wanted deep down; because if I went there, then he could paint me as jealous and ultimately show Cedes that I wasn't any better than he was. After that we'd fight, he'd swoop in for comfort, and I'd be ass-out again. So I stayed calm, bit my tongue, and smiled my ass off when Jones ran the idea of him staying with us by me. I even walked my happy butt into my old room and made up the bed with fresh sheets, just for him.
The second reason I didn't go off was because I sort of felt like I deserved it…him coming to LA to steal my girl. If you think about it, it makes a fucked-up kinda sense. I hurt Finn, twice. Finn hurt Sam. It was my turn for Karma to bite me in the ass with this little game of pass-the-pain, no matter how you look at it. And it was sorta like roundabout retribution, that Trouty would be the one to try and inflict it. Hell, even Karofsky got his for the little part he played in Satan dumping Sam…he got outed and humiliated a year after the fact! So I never once felt like I hated Sam for trying to snake my girl.
I actually didn't have to anyway…because I'd finally picked a girl who was worth trusting. I didn't just hang out with Mama because we were roomies, or date her because we were fucking; she was mine because we were in love. There were real feelings there, and I knew she wasn't feeling letting Trouty sneak one in on us. So I stayed calm.
Plus, I had a plan. Remember how Sam came up in my place over New Year's, and marked Cedes as his territory while I listened to the play-by-play from the other side of the wall? Well, I knew I could do the same shit…and I could do it way the fuck better.
So when Sam showed up with all his duffel bags at the airport on Monday afternoon, I suggested that she go and get his ass all by herself… real accepting and excited-like. I stayed home and cooked a family dinner; thereby showing Mama that I trusted her ass wholeheartedly. When she brought Evans in I bro-hugged him, and took his bags to where he was sleeping. Shit, I even handed him a beer while they relaxed on the sofa and I put the finishing touches on dinner. I was so cool my draws were frosty.
When Jones served Trouty and refreshed his drink, I didn't trip; hell, I thanked her for being such a good hostess to our company. Then when they talked about staying in the den to watch Avatar, I didn't even try to encroach. Instead, I went to our room, got my ass in the shower and ran my mind along the specifics of the plan I'd implement that night. Then I plopped my naked as on the bed, drinking a Red Bull topped up with a 5 hour Energy, and waited on my prey…
Step 1: Let The Neighbors Know My Name… And The Houseguest, Too
When Mama came in, still giggling from whatever Blondie said on the other side of the door, she blew me a kiss and went to take her bath. But when she came out again smellin' all fruity and shit, I hopped up, kissed her breathless, and then apologized before ripping the teddy thing she had on in half. I picked my girl up -still confused as shit- then walked her over to set her down gently on the headboard.
That's right, I said it…the motherfucking headboard.
Because I wanted that motherfucker to knock against the wall, loud as hell. Shit, if I could manage to break that bitch in half, I'd have been happy as all outdoors. But Mama's bed was sturdy as shit; pure oak or something. Plus, I was the one who'd put it together for her in the first place... so I knew it was way too fucking stable to bust up. But still, when I got up on my knees and planted my face all in that goodie-good between Mama's thighs and heard her gasp; I knew Trouty was still gonna get a pretty good show.
Before I did anything else, I made sure Mama's hands were busy clutchin' the back of my head. Hard. I took both her tiny little palms in mine and put them right where I wanted them, saying, "Mash me into your pussy, Baby…" before going right the hell to work.
I tongue-flicked my baby's clit and sucked her sweet folds while she squeezed me between her sexy thighs and pulled my hair hard as hell. I stuck my tongue in her snatch and twirled it around long enough to black the fuck out from lack of oxygen. Made her scream her head off twice…and didn't stop until I was sure she'd enunciated my name clear enough for her ex to hear loud and clear. Then I licked away all the cream, smacked my lips, and stood up on the mattress so my lady could return the favor from where she was perched. She did it like a starving woman; made me wail and growl like a damn werewolf. Our bed was banging against the wall, the mattress was squeaking, and box spring yelled "Stop!" the entire fucking time. When I got mine, I did in such a way that I managed to yell every got-damn cuss word I knew as loud as I possibly could. Then I dragged BabyGirl down and hit it from the back like a boss. I was smacking that ass, had her pussy farting out loud…the whole nine. And I got my baby to squirt pussy juice all over the condom we were using. Then we lay down and I licked and sucked Mama's titties until she fell fast asleep.
About 2am Mama got up to go pee, and when she came back I got right back on the job. I pulled her up on top of my still-hard dick, and made her bounce up and down on it like a cowgirl. The bed springs screeched and shit, and we groaned our fool heads off together, loud as hell. I'm pretty sure Mama threw a pillow against the wall when she came, and even though it wasn't something Evans could have possibly heard from his place on the other side of the wall, it made me grin. Then I got on top and ground my hips into hers long enough to make Jones babble every name she'd ever referred to me as, one by one. I heard her mumble "Puck," "Noah," "Puckerman," "Baby," "Babyboy," "Boo"…shit, at one point I swear I heard her call me "dumbass." Didn't bother me none though, because they were all happy screams…and loud as fuck. Finally, we passed the fuck out again.
Tuesday morning, I decided that I'd had enough of punishing the bed frame momentarily, so I moved all our freaky time over to the leather chaise lounge in the corner of the room. I hope Mama weather-proofed that motherfucker when she got it, because I know the shit got wet as hell from all the gushing. See, I spent about ten minutes laying hickeys on the outside of her sexy thighs and ankles, and shit like that always gets it real wet. Then I stuck my tongue inside her pussy hole and worked it in and out with my fingers pinching and sliding across her clit. When Babygirl popped off, she bucked her hips so hard the chair slammed against the side of the dresser, and her whole jewelry box fell off that motherfucker as a result. But it still wasn't as loud as when Jones let out that last screaming-ass wail.
I left my Baby there to recover and went to the kitchen to put on the coffee. I didn't even make it out to the hall, though, before Evans heard all the ruckus and came to investigate. So I said "good morning" wearing a facefull of leftover pussy juice. Actually, I said "Hey!" You know that old joke about motherfuckers with bad breath who never hesitate to say "Hi!" with their mouths wide the fuck open? Well, I made sure to add a little bit of "hah" action to the front half of my greeting, so he'd know exactly where I'd just pulled my face out of. I smiled, he threw a shrewd-ass head nod my way, then he went back to my old room, speechless as fuck. Round one? Puckerman…
After I got our breakfast from the deli, I stopped at a bodega and bought every can of Reddi-Whip in that bitch. Then I came home and put all of it in the fridge for Evans to see. He ain't say shit about them when he reached inside to pull out the milk for his coffee, but he for damn sure grimaced the whole time he ate the eggs and turkey bacon Mama had made him…on account of he's not into lox. Then we went jogging as a threesome; Evans eyeing the fresh hickeys on Jones' legs in them shorty shorts the whole time. Afterward, they went to Mama's studio together so he could meet her boss, and I went to go clean a few pools.
Step 2: Upping My Game…
After work we all went to the gym to work out, then came home. Sammy went into the kitchen to prepare a big Southern dinner to thank us for having him, and I lay across my girl's lap while we all talked about our day. Eventually we sat down to enjoy a fried chicken dinner with all the trimmings. Trouty knows his way around a kitchen, I'll give him that much. Aside from that bird, he made these mashed potatoes from scratch, this delicious-ass gravy, and a peach cobbler that I wanted to lick off my baby's toes. He'd also cooked all these veggies that looked and smelled delicious; but dude was real quick to tell me I didn't wanna touch 'em. Evans used this really condescending voice to tell me that he'd used fatback –whatever the fuck that was- and bacon to flavor them, and that he wouldn't wanna jeopardize my dietary confines. So I was never even offered any. Then while he and Mama enjoyed their swine-encrusted greens, peas, okra, and green beans, Trouty proceeded to tell me what a shame it was that me and my lady couldn't share in something as simple as a meal without running up against my restrictions. It was pretty fucking racist, to be truthful. In the end I got the last laugh, though, because round two was just about to start.
I made sure to grab a few cans of Reddi-Whip from the fridge before making my way to the bedroom; so when Mama pushed through door I was standing on the other side, all ready to catch her before her bath. I nudged my girl down on to the bed, stripped her naked, then covered her in cream from neck to toe. She moaned and sighed the whole time I licked every single morsel of dessert from my sexy girlfriend's body. Food play wasn't even something she and I had ever talked about, to be honest…not even when we sat down and "discussed" all our boundaries with sex and shit. But she wasn't complaining, and neither was my ass. It was delicious and fun as fuck.
When Mama was all sticky covered in my spit, I maneuvered myself, kinda scissor-like, in between her legs. She was on her back, with one of my legs in between her ass and the mattress. My other one lay right in between her tits. We were doing this shit lezzie-style. I bore myself deeper and deeper into her pussy, using the thigh of the leg she rested behind my back as leverage…the whole time sucking more Reddi-Whip off the toes that were wiggling right in front of my face. When she busted that nut the sheets were hella sticky, but we ignored them so my woman could finally get her bath. I laid her in, bathed her whole body with a loofa mitt, then ate her pussy underwater. If I hadn't been submerged for so long that my ears started ringing, I may have heard her screaming and cussing better. But as it was, it seemed like the downstairs neighbor was using a broom on their ceiling and telling us to shut the hell up. So I guess I proved my point to all the necessary parties.
Wednesday morning I sent my girl to get breakfast, so I could get the sheets all washed…and nosy ass Evans sauntered his way over to me long enough to get a whiff of dairy products and boodussy all over the covers. He scowled, I grinned, and we both got ready for our jog. Round Two? Puckerman Again…
That night I brought home groceries…and a whole bunch of shit from the freaky store too. While the three of us put up the food, my girl and her ex talked about how much 'Cedes' boss liked Evans the day before. Told me how the dude wanted to arrange a meeting for Sam with a friend of his who did casting for low-budget animated films. Sam gloated; doing all the same impressions he'd showed Mama's boss, then he started crowing about the fact that it looked like we'd all be in LA together the next year. But before he could open his big trap to suggest that the three of us should plan to be roomies, he ran up on the big ass bag of rubbers, lube, sex toys, freaky cos-play shit, and sex dice my ass had brought home. He shut the hell up, I took the shit to our room, and we fixed dinner together in near damn near silence.
It was clear to me that all Trouty's anti-Semitic food rhetoric hadn't gone unnoticed by Mama the day before. Because as we cooked, she was on his ass like white on rice. Every time Sam looked like he was making a play for the pig parts, Mama headed him off with a can of chicken broth instead. So in the end, we all got to eat everything. After dinner we watched a movie, but I flaked on the last ten minutes or so…I refreshed the bowl of popcorn for my girl and her homeboy before I left though; and then left them in the den to finish watching Star Trek. But I made sure to grab some shit out of the freezer before I left.
When Mama came out of her bath, I met her at the door holding a purple popsicle and a frozen Almond Joy. I walked her over to the bed, lay her down on her back with her knees bent, then had a blast poking the candy bar in her cooka with my fingers. While the chocolate melted, I used this edible lube shit, to slick up the popsicle and slowly press it into her asshole; licking my way around and around the puckered little hole so she'd relax and get into it as much as possible. By the time she'd taken the whole thing in, Mama was squealing like a horny and happy piggy…and I was having the time of my life. I was swallowing purple running sugar water, licking away at all the melted chocolate, and sucking up all the gooey coconut too. Eventually I shoved my tongue inside her pussy and found the almonds, then I crunched and swallowed that shit while licking my damn fingers. It was the best fucking desert I ever ate.
After that I bent Mama in half and pushed her legs apart and behind her head.
Then I crammed my dick inside her so far I felt her cervix slam against the tip of my dong. I bucked, and grinded; screwed her slow, then picked up speed…the whole time resting more and more of my weight against the back of Mama's legs gradually. By the time she was comfortable enough in this position for me to lay all my weight on her (and it only took ten or fifteen strokes because Mama is hella flexible these days) I was already whispering in her ear. I talked and babbled my ass off, using my silky sex voice, describing in explicit detail all the different ways I planned to fuck her on every surface of our apartment before we moved out of that motherfucker some day.
I told Mama to close her eyes and picture me popping her ass cherry in the shower, all lubed up with that fruity-ass body wash she loved so much; smacking that ass the whole time. I told her I was gonna make her squirt on the kitchen counter, then spread her cream on a piece of white bread afterward and eat me a pussy sandwich. I told her I was planning to hit it from the back on the dining room table, booty cheeks spread wide the fuck open while I pulled her hair hard and then nutted all over her back in the shape of a big "P." I promised Mama that one day soon I was gonna take these two little side tables from either side of the sofa, and make her stand up on 'em butt ass naked. All because I wanted to go "up" on her, while we watched us some lesbian porn. I told Mama how I 'd fuck her raw one day, then suck all my nut mixed with her cream right the fuck out of her pussy. Told her I was gonna lick her out the same way I do a pudding cup on those days when all the spoons were dirty; then explained how I was gonna swallow it down till I was full.
I'm pretty fucking good at raunchy-ass pillow talk; way better than I am at any sweet-n-cute shit, that's for fucking sure. And Mama knows I don't promise shit without meaning every damn word. So when I let loose with all my most nasty and freaky fantasies, Jones knew my ass was serious as a heart attack.
I told her I was gonna lick her sexy pussy one day when she was on the rag…she didn't know this before I said it, but I got my red wings a long ass time ago. She didn't even pretend to be grossed out about it, either…I let Mama know she could come to me for cramp relief anytime she liked, because I was here to take care of her, 31 days out of every fucking month. I told her I wanted to fuck her on my bike one day, set her across the handle bars while the motor was running and let the vibrations rev us both up, slide in and out of her dripping pussy while the smell of auto oil and gasoline drifted around us. I let Mama chew on the fantasy I'd been having lately about sucking all the milk out of her titties after she gave birth to our first child. I wanted my woman to understand that she'd always be sexy to me, period. I let her know I planned to get my freak on with her body till one of our hearts stopped ticking. Then I told Mama I loved her and gave her permission to bust one all over my dick.
I guess listening to all of my Aint!Shit promises was too much for my girl. She shrieked and came, wailing loud and hard…My words may have been the icing on the cake, but please believe, it was my dick pushing her over the edge… I know because she screamed it out loud. And my man enjoyed every last spasm. Mama tossed her head back and forth and screamed out for Hashem, before opening her eyes wide in shock and fucking awe. I was happy as hell she was learning how to be blasphemous in my religion, so I rewarded her by rolling off her sore legs and letting Mama rest. Her chest heaved and she lay there peaceful and smiling.
Before sleep overtook us though, I covered my Baby's nipples in more Reddi-Whip and tongued her titties while I fingered her. I pushed my digits in and out, in and out…slow as hell . I curled my fingers and tickled her g-spot… I added more fingers till we were practically fisting. And just when she got worked up enough to come, I bit down on her nipple and yelled, "Bust that shit, BabyGirl…Let the neighbors know whose pussy this is!" She did, and I know I heard Trouty kick the wall. Soon after that, me and my girl both went to sleep grinning.
Step 3: Heat It Up a Little…
Thursday was hot, from dawn till motherfucking dusk...emphasis on the word "hot." I started my day by badgering Mama to take the morning off and staying in with me, and I was beyond ecstatic when she finally agreed. So I put on the coffee, yelled to Trouty that we'd be skipping our jog, and charged back into Lovin' Central to get down with the get down.
First, I wrapped my girl up in my arms, and whispered how much I loved her. Sweet right? Well, what happened next was anything but that. I maneuvered my way behind her, and ordered her to get down on all fours, caressing that booty the whole time. Once she was down, I put on a rubber and knelt behind her, ready for action. My dick was so hard it could have cut diamonds.
I inched in Mama's soaking wet snatch, little by little, until I was fully sheathed. I moved slow at first, stroking carefully, in and out until she started to squirm. Once Mama begged me one good time to do her hard, I went to work.
I closed my eyes, offered up a silent prayer that I wouldn't embarrass myself, then came at her like a bullet from a gun.
"Shit…"
Satisfied my girl was into this as much as I was, I proceeded to get my long-dick on, and savored the sensation of plump ass-meat and soft flesh banging against my thighs.
"Puck…"
Mama had this little trick, see, of bouncing against me every time I moved forward. Then she'd clench me tighter, every time I brought my hips back. It made for a hellified test of my self control.
"Oh, fuck…"
And sometimes –like right then- when the feeling hit her hard, my girl would take her right hand off the floor and finger her own clit while I moved in and out, in and out…
"Please…"
She'd twirl and flick her little hot button and move her hips in a circle to help her get there faster. I loved it when she got hers fast and hard…
"Oh, my God…"
Right about then I heard the front door slam, like maybe Evans had been curious about why we'd flaked off on our little exercise session, and stuck around to find out why. I guess if that was the case, he didn't like the answer. Didn't bother me none, though…I just kept on moving, kept on sliding up in my shit. I begged Mama to take her finger out from between her lips, and let me taste how wet she was; which she did. She was wet, hot, and creamy as hell too…
"OhmyGod, OhmyGod, OhmyGod…"
She was close now. I reached around and felt for her titties, which were flopping around underneath Mama's body. I pinched her nipples and molded myself to her backside as close as I could go; hips still pumping, my man still encased in warm, moist, tighter-than-she-had-any-right-to-be snatch.
"FuckFuckFuckFuck…"
I felt her walls tighten around me one last time, felt her juices trickle down my legs, felt my man begin to throb inside her…
"OhShit, OhShit, OhShit…"
I gave one last pump before the shit hit me and I wailed Mercedes' whole name, just as she screamed out for Jesus. As soon as I was spent, I caught my girl, just as her knees buckled beneath her, and turned her over to lay on her back. Her hand was still manipulating her clit slowly, like there was just a tiny little bit of pleasure in her pussy that hadn't been eked all the way out yet, and I wasn't about that shit at all. So I pushed her palm aside and bent over to run my tongue over her juicy pussy over and over again. Soft, fluttery licks that wouldn't torture my lady if she was overly sensitive, but could still do the job of coaxing those last little shivers out, if she wasn't completely spent yet.
"Oh, Baby…"
Her hips moved slowly, ground against my face. Her thighs enclosed my head, and she quaked a little bit more. Finally, when she pushed my face away, I sat up, grinning my ass off. Mama's eyes were closed, and damned if she didn't look ready to go to sleep right there on the carpet. So I stood, picked her up, and walked my lil lady over to the bed for a much-needed nap. Then I strutted my ass into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and a Pop Tart. Damn jogging; I got my workout for the morning…
That evening, Mama got home late from work, on account of she missed a few hours in the a.m. And when she got there, I was asleep and Trouty was out in the streets…probably sick and tired of all the fucking, and walking off his jealousy in the park. I didn't really care, one way or the other what he was annoyed by, to be honest. Because once we got going with what I'd planned for that evening, he was gonna wish he'd brought ear plugs from Lima. It's why I took a damn nap in the first place.
Mama got right to work on dinner when she came in apparently, grilling a few salmon steaks and some veggie kabobs she'd marinated before going to work. They were good, especially with the rice she brought in from this Thai place on the corner. When I woke up, she and Evans were talking to his little sister and brother on the phone. I didn't intrude, just started setting the table so they could talk. Over dinner they laughed and recounted different things that the twins had said, remembering a lot of shit from that first summer they were a couple or whatever too. I just laughed at the funny parts and played it cool.
After dinner though, I was anything but "cool." First, I did all the cleaning while Sam and Mercedes watched a movie on Netflix. Some super-hero shit, I think. Then, while they finished up, I moved our comforter into Mama's big-ass walk in closet. It was the smallest space I could find, and I needed her sweaty as hell for what I had planned. I'd already cushioned the floor with an air mattress, and made it up with these twin-sized sheets I bought for this exact purpose. After that, I waited on the bed for her to come in so we could stink up all our hanging clothes.
Mama came into the room, all bathed and clean-smelling; and wearing this negligee I love. I took it off of her slowly and gently, so she wouldn't cuss me out for ripping any more of her lacy bits. I kissed her, wet and sloppy, murmuring sweet words in her ear whenever my mouth took a break. I cupped her tatas and palmed her pussy, standing there…getting her in the mood –not that that shit was ever hard or anything; my girl has a sex drive from hell. All the while, walking her towards the closet for the little seduction I'd planned so meticulously. All the while, removing my own boxers and coming up buck naked by the time we made it to my destination
Once we got into the closet and shut the door, I lay my girl down with her feet flat on the floor on either side of the mattress, knees up. I crawled in between her legs and teased her a little, running my dick along her slit, over and over again. Then, I humped her slow, still no penetration, just friction…so she'd feel how hard I was and want me extra-bad. I wanted her sweaty as hell, so I was prepared for this little love-in to take all night. 'Cause I had all night…and this whole thing was gonna be worth it in the morning.
As she quivered underneath me, I kissed and licked my girl all over. Her neck, her shoulders, the tops of her tits, her nipples, over her ribcage, along her hipbone. I sat up on my haunches and raised one of her legs straight up in the air, to kiss behind one knee. I smooched my way up Mama's thigh, kissing and licking right up until I hit the juncture where her pussy lips met her leg. Then I skipped over her honey pot and did the other one. By that time she was writhing, desperate for me.
"Baby…" she whined.
"Shhhh…" I whispered.
Finally I grabbed up the comforter, lay on top of Mama, covered her body with mine completely -with the exception of those legs splayed out on either side of me- and inched in. Slow as hell, I humped my Baby at a quiet and steady pace. I knew this was the kind of sex that only satisfied my girl completely on those days where she'd already gotten her first big nut real quick. From experience I knew she was way too fucking edgy to get what she needed from my careful pumps; so she'd be left with no choice but to grind on me from below if she wanted to come. It's what I was counting on, to be honest…
"Puck…"
This was a frustrated, horny moan, and it was music to my fucking ears. I moved my hips, clutching my girl with both arms…while she gyrated and clawed at me underneath. Our bodies clashed together, slippery from the sweat we were working up. She groaned, I groaned, and I wondered briefly if the neighbors on the other side could hear for once.
"Baby…"
Still, I moved slow, forcing Mercedes to pump her own hips and move to my rhythm. To keep myself from getting too into it, I focused my other four senses that had nothing to do with touch. I sniffed the air and smelled the leather from our shoes, and the cedar hangers Mama insisted all her dresses hang on between wearing them and putting them in the cleaners. I smelled her body wash, and her perfume and that vanilla and coconut-smelling oil Mama uses in her hair. Well, I smelled all that shit faintly …but mostly I just smelled her wet pussy and both of our deodorants working overtime.
"Fuck, Puck…"
I turned my head side to side, and drank in the sight of all our clothes living together on the hanging bar. I grinned, because my ratty jeans and her starchy-pressed Baby Phat's hung side-by-side along the wall. I took a little time to appreciate the way she'd cleared out a few shoe-cubbies for my boots and kicks. But for the most part I concentrated on the naked, sweaty, hot mess of horny diva beneath me. I saw her pretty eyes close in concentration as I humped. Her hair going all messy as her head bounced on the over-blown mattress. The tops of her breasts, that jiggled with every grind of my hips. I was glad I couldn't see her wet pussy enveloping my cock, because that would have been all she wrote…
"God, this is good…"
I was happy that Mama was finally embracing the slow burn loving, but I kept on occupying myself otherwise, mentally. Now I concentrated on taste. I kissed my girl's lips and tasted her toothpaste, this hot-ass minty whitening shit that left a baking soda sensation in my mouth. I savored her berry lip shit and moaned as her tongue slammed against mine, erasing the flavor of the Colgate. I tasted her neck once more; this time it was salty from perspiration, and I wanted to swallow her whole. Never stopped grinding though…
"GotDamn…"
Which brought me right around to my sense of hearing. I listened, as Mama moaned, grunted, cooed, whimpered, yelped, groaned, inhaled sharply, exhaled violently, and whispered my name. I heard her body meat slap against mine, heard the mattress slide across the carpet with a quiet "whoosh." I heard myself, speaking her name over and over so many times…my speech peppered here and there with curses and deep breaths.
"MakeMeCome, Baby…MakeMeCome…"
The plea was so needy, so fucking insistent, that I basically had no choice but to do what Mercedes asked. I ramped up my movements; moved faster, rammed deeper. I gripped Mama harder, and pulled out faster…before starting all over again. By the time my baby's climax hit her, her legs were shaking on either side of my body and her body shook uncontrollably. I continued to plow into her, concentrating on the sweat dripping from my forehead and mixing up with the sweat on hers. When we came, we did it together, loud and hard. Then before she could protest, I stood and picked her up, wrapping her legs around my hips. I kissed her as I opened the closet door, walked her through our room, into the hall –butt ass naked- and into the bathroom for a much-needed second bath. Now, I don't know if Trouty was anywhere that he was able to see us making for the bathroom in the buff, but I'm pretty sure he heard the shower start up a second time. Which was all I wanted, anyway.
By the time I was done bathing my lady and letting her bathe me…staying in long enough to use up all the hot water washing one another's hair…I knew he'd gotten the picture. Round Three? Puckerman, yet again…
Step 4: The Cooldown…
Friday was gonna be Trouty's last complete one spent in LA with me and Cedes. He'd gotten a lot done while he was here, though. You already know Evans met up with Mama's boss, but he'd also take time to look up and go see her boss's friend. It was like an interview. They were going to keep in touch, apparently…then possibly hook up after Evans graduated from high school. Mama was proud of him…I was just happy it meant his ass didn't have any reason to stick around for the weekend. My lady and I woke up that morning and talked; we both agreed to looking forward to having our crib back after he left.
After she and I talked awhile, I cajoled Mama into standing up and letting me press her body flat against the window so I could lick her out from behind. Blondie yelled through the door when Mama was about halfway to glory-land, that he'd go out and get our fresh bagels. I think he was just sick of being a fly on the wall by that time. Then he got back, we all ate breakfast, and eventually went out for our daily jog.
Evans hung out with me in the condo that day, barely speaking to me; and Mama came home early from work to take him out for Chinese food while I went to a pool-cleaning job. When I got back, I had a store-bought pound cake on hand and some frozen strawberries…so I could make strawberry shortcake for our houseguest. It was his favorite dessert…
I ordered a pizza, since I hadn't eaten yet, and made a salad. They kept me company and when I was done, we sat down for cake. Evans made a big show of offering to go get the Reddi-Whip out of the fridge, but looked confused as shit when he didn't see any up in there. He was all, "What happed to all that whipped cream that was in here the other day?" I just smirked, while Mama blushed, then I took my ass to our bedroom and came back with a couple of half-cans. Evans didn't even use it…and I don't blame him.
Then the three of us hung out and watched a movie on cable…but eventually I yawned and left the room for a shower and a cat nap. By the time I woke up, my girl was in the bed with me, fresh from her bath. She seemed to be nodding off, but fuck if I was down for any of that shit at all…
I guess you could say that, by that time in the week, I'd pretty much exhausted my supply of imaginative sex positions and unruly bedroom behavior. At least…I had for that particular moment. I was over trying to make my girl yelp for Evans' benefit, because I knew I'd already made my point. I was also through "fucking" my girl into whatever surface we happened to be on, in, or against. That night, I was determined to give Mercedes the kind of slow, sweet, lovin' she'd remember forever.
So while she lightly dozed, I lit candles…a bunch of 'em. I had a few big-ass jar candles that smelled like cookies and pie, and tall pillar ones that sat on top of these stoneware-looking holders that Mama got on sale at The White Co. There were two of these fat round candles, each of which had three wicks and different colored layers for different scents, and the rest were some white tiny little jar ones I got from the neighborhood dollar store. I lit that room the hell up.
Then I put my MP3 player on Mama's docking station and set it to play the "Slow Jam" mix I'd made her. It was a compilation of all the sexiest music I'd ever heard…all genres. I had some Teddy Pendergrass, Luther and Johnny Gill to satisfy Mama's R&B addiction. A little Savage Garden and Maroon Hill, too; because Mama is a sucker for a crooning-ass white boy. I also added some Queen and Kiss…since hard rock gets me in the mood. Pretty much every baby-making or horny-sounding song I could think of and download made it on the list. The playlist itself was about four hours long, all-told, and I planned to screw her long enough to hear every last one.
I went in the bathroom, and pulled out the bags of freaky store shit I'd stored there earlier in the week, then I rambled through till I found the peppermint foot cream, self-warming massage oil, a wooden roller back massager, and this vibrating neck pillow I'd purchased for the specific job of some day pampering my girl. Then I went back into our room, gently replaced Mama's own pillow with the electric one, and cranked that bad boy up on low to wake her up. When Jones opened her pretty eyes, I was already holding one of her feet, kneading gently. She shot me a questioning look and I replied "Shhh…close your eyes and just enjoy it!" as quietly and soothingly as I could.
So I used some of the foot cream to slide my fingers in between Mama's toes, one by one. I rubbed every individual toe pad with every one of my fingers; and tickled them softly so she'd wiggle them, letting me know she was still awake…Mama looked way too comfortable for a second or two. After that I smoothed the cool cream just below, rubbing circles into each of her feet with three of my fingers, and I used my thumbs to knead the heel and arch of her feet. Using more of the minty-smelling stuff, I swiped across the tired flesh over and over, to loosen the tension and help her relax. Finally I placed her feet on my chest and smoothed the lotion into the upper part of her feet until it was all absorbed into her soft brown skin.
Mama inhaled lazily and exhaled on a moan, "Hmmmm…feels good, Baby…"
I didn't say shit. Instead I opted to pick up the massage oil, which smelled sort of tropical…not unlike her favorite body wash…and pour some in my palms to rub together. I stroked along her shins, and calf muscles; even though sometimes they were sore from all the jogging, I wasn't quite ready to do any shiatsu shit. This was just me, appreciating my lady's sexy legs and giving her a new kind of attention. She seemed to enjoy it either way. I wanted Jones to understand where my head was at, so I murmured, "Pretty legs…I still can't believe I'm the one doin' this…"
Mama just smiled.
I tickled my Baby behind the knees and gently spread her legs wide enough to creep in between them, still massaging and stroking. I poured up more oil in order to work any tension from between her thighs, and was happy to see that Mama seemed to dig what I was doing.
"So good…"
I used my both hands on the left one, and both on the right, before replying "Can't have my baby sore…"
I took my time, rubbing circles into each leg individually, until my girl seemed sleepy again. She was limp as a rag doll from the waist down, which meant I was almost halfway done.
"Turn over…"
Mama did as I asked, and I started rubbing her down again. This time I started with her shoulders, making sure not to get any oil in her hair. I kneaded each of her shoulder blades separately and gently, not wanting to put too much pressure on and hurt her. The massage roller came in handy right about then too. I utilized my fingers…left then right, over and over…in a downward motion down her spine, then I worked the heels of my hands softly into her tramp-stamp area, making sure not to bruise her tailbone or kidneys. I did my favorite part…the ass-massage, cupping her globes in my palms and using both my hands to pamper each cheek. By the time I'd finished working on the backs of both thighs, Mama's legs were spread involuntarily and I think she was a little horny.
Me being the gentleman I am, I asked, "Can I touch your pussy, Mama, or will that fuck up the pampering?" After all, this was her show; and it was all about my lady tonight.
"Please…" was her reply, so I dipped my fingers in between her lips and placed short, slick strokes everywhere but her clit.
Again, she whimpered, "Please…" and it reminded me all of a sudden of that dream I had right before we broke up sophomore year, which made me grin as I swiped along her button with my index and middle finger. I took them away from her body and sucked on 'em before continuing to play with her slowly.
"Tasty…" I teased.
She nodded and chuckled.
Up my hands traveled, over the backs of Mama's thighs, along the curve of her booty, across the arch of her back, up over her shoulder blades and along the length of her arms. I gripped her fingers in mine and lay on top of my girl's back so I could whisper "I love you," into her ear.
She turned around to face me, finally, whispering "I love you too…" back. Then I took off my clothes, found a rubber, and kissed my lady before sliding home.
Aftermath
The next morning, Evans got up bright and early to catch his plane…I went to the laundry room and pulled out some of his shit that Mama had offered to wash for him, while they said goodbye. I found out through eavesdropping, that Sam finally put on his big boy pants during that little encounter, and actually brought up his REAL reason for coming to LA.
I heard him apologize for fucking up so bad the last time he'd come. I heard him tell Mama that he regretted getting involved with Britts, because there was no way in hell the two of them could ever last after having spent so much time loving Jones. He said that he was fooling himself for thinking he could forget about Mercedes by latching on to his sister-looking classmate, and he even apologized again for trying to use the shit to piss her off. Finally, Evans admitted to my lady that he'd never move to LA after graduation, unless he knew there was a place in her heart and her home for him again. Told her he wanted to get back together and asked if she could ever see it happening.
Mama, apparently, hadn't expected any of that shit, so her shock kept her from going off on him right away. But the more he spouted off all his reasons for acting out, and the more she realized the extent of the fuckery he'd hoped to cause by coming to visit, she got mad. REAL MAD.
You gotta know I was cheesing my ass off when I heard my girl cuss Evans out and ask him who in the fuck he thought he was. She actually got real snarky, and said that if he thought he had enough juice with her come into our home and bust Puckcedes up, then he and his new, idiotic girlfriend were probably a perfect match. She reminded him that they'd already had this conversation once, when they broke up the third time; and that she wasn't here for any of his mind-control manipulation bullshit. Mama reminded Trouty that he'd already talked her into cheating with him once before, and she'd be damned if she'd stand around and let him get away with it a second time; so he better find a new chick to tell what the fuck to do.
As I folded his clothes and continued to listen, Mama informed Trouty that, despite what he had to say about her the last time they spoke in person, she wasn't a fucking cheater. That she loved me and was grown enough to own that love and respect it wholeheartedly now. She let Evans know that he no longer had the power to make her question or doubt her relationships; that she knew what was right and wouldn't do wrong for him ever again. Then she once again, advised Sam to grow the hell up and told him to get the hell outta her place, once and for all.
She came to me and grabbed his clothes, flung them in his direction…And that was that.
You know, after the week we'd just had…and hell, the night we'd just had, too….I probably should have wanted to take a rest from sex. I mean, I'm pretty sure I lost about ten pounds that week, humping my girl and burning calories. I was getting jittery as hell, too, because of all the caffeine I was ingesting to stay up all night…and I'd sucked on enough clit to make me start wondering about the nutritional value of vaginal secretions.
But I was beyond happy that Mama valued our relationship so much. And nine times out of ten, for me "happy" translates into "horny." So when she came and hugged me, following Sam's departure, I was filled with the desire to strip my girl and make her scream for me, yet again.
But I didn't.
Instead, I took the grown-man-in-an important-relationship move… I sat down with her and we talked. It was nice to finally thank a woman I cared about for showing me so much loyalty. To thank Mama, for believing in our relationship enough to rebuke her ex and all his nasty plans. She thanked me too; for allowing her the space and trust to do so without intervening. She even asked me if I'd realized what Sam had been up to. When I nodded, we shared a look and cuddled together to spend the rest of the day in each other's arms. And I have to say…in a lot of ways that memory is the sweetest one I have, from when me and Mama first fell in love.
A/N: Thank you guys for all the reviews and faves and follows. I guess when some of you start weighing in on what you wanna see in the next chapter, I can update. Either way, I'm loving writing for you all, and I'm hella sorry to see it almost end…
Oh, and I honestly don't think Sam Evans is Anti-Semitic in any way. I just wrote him as such in this chapter to get him back more for allowing Britts to persist with her Unicedes crap.