Ch. 4.5 : Booty Hands - Part I

Author’s Note: Booty Hands is an omaki to Exclusive. This omaki is a shameless portrayal of Sam and Mercedes exemplifying each other's assets. MATURE AUDIENCES AND PARENTAL ADVISORY ARE HIGHLY ADVISED! Shout out to @iamtanishathomas on Instagram for sharing this photo and being an inspiration to Sam in lifting up his queen - The Ms. Mercedes Lexus Jones. 

P.S. This section neither lessens nor gains what has already taken place to the series. This should be fun! ^.^

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that pertains to Glee or references to popular culture.

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A LUSTFUL GIFT TO THEE

She lies upon a tangled rug of red cloth

late stoned nights

lost in dark moments of sensual sound

his words seem unreal

“Touch yourself”

he whispers, watching

“Feel your hand, your fingers”

he senses the smoothness of her skin

as her fingers slide upon her body

caress the curve of her breast

“Look at me, this man who hungers for you.”

She opens dark eyes

heavy with lust

her fingers

feeling him

“Your cock is hard in my hand”

she breathes

“I want to feel you, feel your hunger for me”

“Fuck”

she moans to the darkness

shivering

shaking

urgent

her breath heavy

he watches

the rocking of her breasts

“Fuck me—Fuck me”

her voice urgent

demanding

primitive lust

seizes her body

sends her shuddering

Author Unknown

*~*~*~*~*

A chilly air zephyred through lofty beige barks of leafless sycamore trees on a Tuesday afternoon. Finishing her lap around Lima’s community park, an olive skin beauty, with sleek black hair tied into a ponytail, advanced her jog into a manicured neighborhood of two-story homes. Santana Lopez focused her breath and narrowed her eyes on a matte polished door with a crimson trim.  Her steps sprinted faster towards the door to escape the nippy breeze as she rushed into her furnished and high fashioned home. 

Santana had the place to herself for the majority of winter break. Her parents were returning home from Mexico until later in the evening. She walked into the hall to enter her room. The crisp air flowed into her darkened fortress when she opened the door. A few streams of sunlight beamed  through the partially opened shutters which she enjoyed  keeping open. She wiggled her hips out of her crimson sweatpants to the music beats streaming from her iPod. She lifted her dampened white tank top over her head and dropped it on the floor. A fine layer of sweat between the full globes of her breasts covered her taut skin from her hour-long jog around the park. 

She walked around her darkened room, squeezing her sweaty bosoms as her darkened mound moistened. Santana bent over to pull her socks off allowing her bare toes to wiggle in the air before turning around to gaze at her nude body on her dresser mirror. She couldn’t help but raise her infamous smirk to herself as she fingered her brown nipples until they hardened. Her breath hitched as she watched herself run her hands down her torso to curve around her darkened mound between her legs. Santana’s darkened eyes sparkled with mischief. Turning again, she looked at her tight ass in the mirror. She smacked her booty before bending over but realized, too late, that she couldn’t see her berry pussy from this angle and straightened up. 

Turning around, she pointed at herself in the mirror, “You’re so beautiful Santana,” and kissed her reflection in the mirror, winked, before dancing her way back onto the bed to lay down. 

Spreading her legs, she teased the soft nub of her clit. Her muscles stiffened beneath her index finger. Moaning, she leaned back against the pillows and dipped her fingers down to explore her wet cave. Santana thrusted her finger inside, then stroked her supple wall before pulling it out and doing it again. A tingling sensation engulfed her pussy but she wasn’t ready to cum yet. Normally, just doing this much would’ve sent her into a fit of giggles before she passed out from embarrassment. 

When she touched herself, she normally did it in bed, under the cover of darkness. This was all new to her. On her right was the thing that started this whole “her time”; her black cosmetic bag. She had stumbled upon it while she was rearranging her room. It was her emergency kit. She hadn’t used it in the six months that Britney and her hadn't been together. 

She hadn’t needed it until... 

Santana decided to take them for a spin hoping to bring back memories of her and Britney would flourished.

She pulled Pinky from the case. Pinky was a slender, pink vibrator, a favorite of Britney's, with the shaft being five inches long and the tip curved up to perfectly caress her G-spot. 

Santana licked her lips as she twisted the base to activate the vibrate function. She held the smooth tip against her clit and squirmed as it massaged her bud, once again making her want to cum.

“Britney . . .” she moaned softly.

Spreading her thighs farther apart, she thrust Pinky into her pussy. Her scent filled the room as the tip caressed her G-spot. Santana’s body quivered, begging her to allow it to be released. 

Not yet, Santana, she told herself. 

The shaft was slick with her essence but she wanted to wait and see how many orgasms she could coax out of her pussy before she let Pinky, and his big brother Stallion, go. She took Pinky out and held the wet tip to her clit. The need to cum simmered. Santana cupped her breast and flicked her tongue over her nipple. Closing her eyes, she allowed her head to fall back against the cushions and shifted to hang her leg over the bed, widening her legs.

“Oh . . . God . . . Britney,” she panted for her lover, who was still with Artie. 

“I want to cum so bad.”

“So, do it.”

Santana froze. 

Opening one eye at a time, she turned in the direction of the voice. 

An illusion of Britney stood in the doorway, balancing a bouquet of her favorite flower, lilies, in her hand. See, this was why she loved her. She was always thoughtful. Not to mention gorgeous. She got so caught up in gazing at her sea blue eyes, her long blond hair, and porcelain skin that she almost forgot that she was butt naked on her bed, without sheets covering her, legs spread, with a vibrator pressed to her clit.

“Hey . . . you. I didn’t think you’d show.”

Removing Pinky, Santana let her leg drop to the floor. She blushed as she stepped closer to Britney to plant a kiss on her forehead. Silently, she doubled back to close the door. Britney moved around Santana’s darkened fortress to set her bag and flowers on the dresser counter. Santana traced her lover’s movements while biting her bottom lip. The fabric of her crimson jumpsuit molded around her taut physique. Santana licked her lips as she again became aroused. 

“Yeah, I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Surprise,” Santana mumbled.

She picked up the leopard print pillow and held it in front of her. When she turned around to face Britney again, she lowered the pillow from her and threw it across the room. After watching Britney remove her jacket, she sat in the armchair, positioning it so that she could see her. All of her. Santana gulped. She’d never done anything like this in front of her. Their sex life was, how could she say this, ka-bam! She was everything that she’d ever wanted in a lover, and more. She’d asked, but she’d been shy about telling her about her fantasies—what she needed, more or less. Maybe she could finally let go of this last hurdle and let her in.

“You don’t have to stop.”

“I know, but . . .”

“Santana. I’m serious. Keep going.”

“Okay.”

Santana didn’t know how she expected Britney to react when she walked in on her masturbating, but this wasn’t it. She leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her knees. Her pussy clenched. She was ready to go again. Reaching between her legs, she stroked her. She was still stiff. Each caress sent a tremor down her spine. Santana squirmed, trying so hard not to cum - yet.  

“Babe, I can’t see.”

Santana opened her legs for her. Britney grinned. She expected to feel weird doing this, but she didn’t. She discovered that she liked Britney watching her. As she stroked her clit, she caressed her left breast. Her nipples tingled when the palm of her hand brushed against it. She traced a circle around the dark orb with her fingernails. Santana looked at Britney. She was unbuttoning her shirt. As her breast came into view, an inch at a time, her breath caught in her throat. Oh. Damn.

“Are you wet?”

Nodding, Santana plunged her fingers deep into her pussy. Boy, was she wet. Her essence sloshed out of her opening, dripping down her skin soaking the cushions beneath her.

****

Damn, she’s got a fat booty! Sam was sitting on the toilet at 7:15 a.m. with a morning wood that wouldn’t go away. During winter break Sam hadn’t seen Mercedes because her family received word from her brother. He was stationed at Camp Lejeune for the holidays and her family quickly left once the final bell rang on the last day of school. Cedes was already making his blood boil. If he actually ever got his hands on her ass, she was getting the dick-down of the motherfucking century. Now Cedes was bending over so he could view her booty. Umph! Umph! Umph! Samuel Evans pressed over some booty? Never that, but … damn!

A tap came at the door. “Sam, are you in there?”

It never failed. Whenever he was locked away in the bathroom, trying to reminisce his morning virtual Cedes booty, Quinn would come.

“I’ll be right out, Quinn!” he yelled, though that wasn’t even necessary. As thin as their walls were in their motel room, he could’ve whispered and she would’ve heard him. That’s why he always kept his groans on mute. His family had enough damn drama without them knowing about his feelings for Mercedes Jones.

Cedes was now walking in front of him sashaying her fat booty for him. Yeah, shake that booty, Cedes! licking his lips once … twice … three times. He wanted to taste all that, suck on her thick juicy lips, hold her booty, and bury his nose in between her plump bosoms.

He desperately needed to jack off real quick and release his built-up nut but Quinn wasn’t about to leave him alone for another ten minutes and whatnot. She was desperate in getting the twins to school on time. 

He understood it was fucked up. Engaged to his fake high school girlfriend, planning a big prom campaign because she insisted on one, and sweating Cedes’ booty in his mind all at the same time. It was never his intention but shit, reckless behavior rarely is intentional. He kept telling himself that it wasn’t doing any harm. It’s not like he could get to the pussy. Mercedes lived further away in Lima and there wasn’t a chance in hell of him running into her booty in this run-down, backwoods, dirty motel.

“Sam, your mom insists that the twins be on campus by eight. We need to go!”

He could hear the irritation in Quinn’s voice. Sam appreciated her and never wanted to hurt her but, truth be told, he needed to nut. Quinn’s pussy couldn’t hold a candle to Cedes’ booty. Even though he was going to see Cedes first period in glee, it seemed her booty was calling his name all the way from Lima. What was a horny teenager supposed to do?

“Give me two minutes, Quinn. I swear, I’m coming.”

Cedes was sucking her pussy juice off her fingers and Sam damn near could taste it through his wet dream. His eyes squeezed tightly hoping to taste her juices. 

He wanted to tell her how he envisioned nailing her against the wall and pumping his dick into her from the back, but he couldn’t risk saying it out loud so he wrote it in the composition book Ms. P gave them.

Damn, you got a fat booty. I wish I could take all that 

Yeah, shake that booty, baby! I licked my lips once … twice … three times. I wanted to taste all that, suck on your thick walls, and bury my nose between your chocolate breasts. 

He damn near busted one right then and there. His dick got even harder as he stood up. He took his dick out of his pants and started working one hand up and down the shaft while he continued to write with the other. Quinn was going to have to wait. I’ve got 11 inches calling out your name, he wrote. 

True enough, when his parents were fast asleep, he’d be in the bathroom jacking off on the can and exploding all over on himself. He couldn’t explain it but for some reason Cedes had his nose wide open. Maybe it was the fact that she was becoming more intoxicating to him especially with Vday around the corner. A lot of his buddies were feeling the same shit; wanting to conquer some pussy that they couldn’t realistically get to.

It’s not that they were bad; it is the nature of the game. And it is always, always about the game. As he stood there, whacking off, common sense told him that holding on to Cedes that he had sacrificed so much for was the right thing to do. He could feel his cum building up, like a balloon expanding in a wooden box, and Quinn was tapping lightly on the door again.

“I’m coming!” he yelled out, telling the damn truth - he was cumming, all right.

“I’ll go wait in the car. Hopefully, we’ll get to school on time,” Quinn responded through the door. Sam heard her huff off down the hall and, a few seconds later, the front door slammed. He took that opportunity to stroke himself harder...faster. 

“Awwwww!” he came like a clap of thunder as he imagined Cedes’ giggling with delight. Even imagining her laugh was sexy. 

“Shit!” he said as he caught about a pint of his nut in his towel. 

****

Every time Mercedes Jones walked into the choir room for class, Samuel Evans always made a bidding war with himself - can I fit her? He instinctively scrunched his lips, crossed his legs and proceeded to begin the measurements. He calculated Mercedes hips as she walked closer to him. Sam nudged the top leg slightly forward and the bottom leg slightly wider. When he realized Kurt was taking a slight interest in minimal space intrusion Sam halted his stretch and looked down at his layout. True, he was objectifying her, but he had to admit - homegirl had it coming. It was during his first week in the glee club and when Mercedes booty shook to the rhythm of the bongos with Santana, Sam - and everyone else for that matter - were not ashamed to not look away. Once Mercedes turned to sit in a chair in front of him, his lips instinctively licked as he scoped the last of the magenta booty to hide from under him. Yeah, Sam infinitesimally smirked, I could always fit my Mercedes Jones.

"What are you guys talking about," Mercedes asked earlier today.

"Prom dresses," Zizes responded.

"Thank God I don't have to worry about that I'm not going," Mercedes stated.

"Why not?" Kurt quickly asked.

"Because no one's asked me."

Sam's smirk faltered - but I can't afford her. 

He was really hoping it was some kind of omen as he made his way towards Mercedes today around lunch. He still wore his infamous red and white Letterman jacket, just in case Mercedes got cold. He didn’t bring anything else with him, because all he really needed were his hands. 

Mercedes was at her locker when Sam approached her. Her shirt was a problem. It was a floral lace that looked a lot like the one she wore in his wet dreams, but with a sheer low neckline that would allow skin to skin contact if he wasn’t really careful; and if she decides to go through with it. She had her hair up this time, most likely anticipating where he wanted to go and not feeling up to slapping it out of her face. She turned from her locker with her bag on her back when he made his way to her. She still had the same sadness in her eyes that had grown over after glee class today. 

Sam just held his hand out to her, “Would you follow me?” 

Mercedes nodded infinitesimally and complied. Slipping her soft hand into his and stepping to his side willingly. That was another thing about this whole situation. Mercedes put all of her trust in him. And he was really hoping that she wasn’t doing something to compromise that as he helped her walk along the narrow trail silently. He studied her while they walked through the trail. She loved looking out at the forest while she was walking. Sam could already tell. He walked slower than normal, just so she could see more of it. Trying to make her as relaxed as possible. She looked beautiful in her fitted floral lace top and magenta tights. The essence of violet looked so beautiful with her skin, making her look like an amethyst crystal.  

Her straight dark hair pulled up in a ponytail flowed in the breeze, leaving her neck and ears completely uncovered. The collar bones were there, and a little bit of cleavage, but he tried not to ogle them. Because they drove him crazy and this wasn’t about him. 

When they reached a small stream, Sam helped Mercedes by grabbing her waist and lifting her over the water so she wouldn’t get her kicks wet. Mercedes smiled a little as he set her down and took her hand again. Sam smiled back. Although it was a little smile, he saw it as something. 

A gentle cool breeze caressed Sam and Mercedes cheeks as they walked along a familiar path on a beautiful warm sunny day. The fresh earth and the cedar trees that lined on both sides of the trail aerified their senses. As they walked along the path they looked ahead and saw a clearing among the trees. Sam instinctively held out his hand for Mercedes to grip as they walked towards the clearing to their exclusive destination. The lavender meadow was breathtaking once they arrived and halted for a moment to take in the beautiful scenery. They witnessed a magnificent purple blanket of flowers spread out before them with the lavender spikes swaying hypnotically in unison with the wind. 

The meadow was peaceful and reticent with a rhythmic dance welcoming them to come closer. As Sam and Mercedes approached the meadow, they were greeted by its soothing scent in the air, sedating them to feel calm and tranquil. 

Mercedes closed her eyes as she breathed in deep this heavenly scent savoring this incredible sensory experience hopefully to calm her anger and frustrations from the day. 

The theory. That’s all Mercedes was thinking about before arriving at their reclusive meadow. The theory about when you believe in ninety percent of something, more so somebody, it doesn’t come true. She couldn’t explain it - her anger, her frustration, her submissiveness...why be out here with Sam when all of Lima knows he’s clearly with Quinn? 

Prom dresses were what everyone was talking about today and not only that Valentine's day was this weekend. 

Mercedes returned her well-fitted shimmery royal colored prom dress she bought with Kurt some weeks ago. The pain still stung her when she decided to return it. It was the perfect prom dress. A dress that made her truly feel like royalty and no one couldn’t do anything about it. 

Another cool breeze whisked between their cheeks and flowed into their hair as they continued to walk into the meadow. The blue sky was clear with only a few wispy white clouds above. They heard the birds singing their afternoon song and the tall green grasses whispering in the wind with the camphor-like smell of lavender washing over them. They felt so relaxed as they walked further into the meadow that they found the same tree in the middle. Once her bag was off, he pulled her down with him against the tree trunk, just like last time as he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her into him. As they sat down on the soft and dry grass, they felt the warmth of the earth beneath them. 

He allowed them a few moments of silence before he brought it up, leaning down and smelling all her lavender scent from the top of her hair, and rubbing her arm in something he hoped was a relaxing gesture. 

Mercedes sighed and leaned into him as he caressed her. Because it always relaxed her and it was a good thing, because Sam was probably going to be doing a lot of it. 

He ran his fingers through his hair with his free hand and gazed out at the grass of the meadow, wondering how he was going to bring something like this up. 

“Would you like a massage?” he simply asked. 

Mercedes didn’t move or even really say anything for a moment, until finally her head slowly swiveled around to meet his gaze with her dark brown eyes looking skeptical. 

“Really?” She quirked an eyebrow at him incredulously. 

Sam nodded cautiously down at her with pursed lips. 

“There’s this technique I’ve been reading about lately that I’ve been wanting to try on you for a while.” He explained cautiously, hoping she wouldn’t ask why he was even reading something like that, but needing her to know there was more to it than just grabbing. 

And it was like whatever cloud that had been darkening her face and mood after glee club completely dissipated. Her face lit up into a huge smile, and her eyes shone with excitement. Sam was kind of expecting her to blush, because Mercedes was like that but she didn’t. She began practically vibrating with enthusiasm in a way that made him want to chuckle and roll his eyes. 

She looked particularly thrilled. Sam had never in his entire life seen a girl so excited about being pleasured before. 

It was so ridiculous. 

It was so cute. 

It was so his Ms. Mercedes Lexus Jones. 

Mercedes leaned fully into her submissiveness onto Sam with an excited grin still feeling butterfly vibrations within her. She nodded at him in a way that made all her sleek shiny ponytail bounce around.  

“You have to listen to me very carefully,” Sam whispered low into Mercedes’ ear. He looked over at her trying hard to not look down at her low cut top. He half expected her to just lift her breast up at him but instead she tried to stifle her grin and nodded at him, listening to his instructions intently. 

“Okay.” Sam began slowly, rubbing his hand over hers, “This is a process, so don’t get frustrated when it doesn’t just… work.” He explained as best he could. 

Mercedes grin fell for a bit before she rolled her eyes at him. “Right. Technique, process, don’t get frustrated, might not work.” She waved a hand dismissively and perked her grin back up. “What do I do?” She asked enthusiastically. 

Sam rolled his eyes at her. She was definitely going to get frustrated, and he was going to feel like shit for it. But it was too late now. “Have you ever heard of a safe word?” Sam asked, trying to imagine Mercedes watching porn. 

Of course Mercedes shook her head, pursing her lips in curiosity. 

Sam fought back a grimace. “You’re going to pick a word that’s in no way related to what we’re doing.” Sam explained, knowing that he wanted her to choose it, since she’d be using it. 

Mercedes furrowed her brows for a moment, still pursing her lips, and looking so much happier than Sam had seen her all morning. “Slushy...no...cherry” She nodded decisively, still grinning. 

Sam bit back a massive snicker at the particular use of verbiage, and nodded in approval. “So,” he started, getting to the part where she realized how serious he was. “When you start to feel my hands doing too much...you say cherry.” He instructed, watching as she furrowed her brows and nodded. 

Sam leaned back against the tree and pulled Mercedes soft body closer into his lap so her back was closer to his chest. Moving her ponytail out of the way in the process, he grabbed both of her hands and put them at his sides with palms down on the grass. The most important part of the whole thing was making her relax. So he began rubbing her arms slowly and soothingly up and down. After a few passes up her arms, he began working on her shoulders, massaging them gently, and feeling when her breathing became more deep and relaxed. He slowly worked his way up to her bare neck, running his fingers up to her ears and back down in a trail, returning to her hands where he’d even massage her soft fingers a little bit too. Sam continued the circuit a few times, from her knuckles to her ears, before she was completely limp on top of him. 

He was almost afraid Mercedes fell asleep, but he didn’t hear her signature quiet breaths, so he knew she wasn’t. Keeping true to his own method, he decided it was time to finally try. 

When his fingers made their final pass down her neck, he didn’t go over her shoulders. Instead he lightly dragged them down, over her collar bones, and quickly dragged them over the peaks of her breasts. 

“Cherry...” Mercedes whispered quietly, her eyes still closed. She thought, for just a few moments—while this lasts—it is all right to surrender completely—to forget everything and just permit herself to feel. To let go, drop the controls, this is it. Sam took his hands away from her torso smoothly, kind of grimacing at how fast the tension took her. Mercedes huffed and slumped into his chest frustrated. When she darted her eyes to his, Sam glowered at her in a way that clearly said, Don’t you fucking start that shit. 

Mercedes got the hint. Closing her eyes as Sam resumed his relaxing circuit from her fingers to her ears slowly and soothingly. Sam made five passes before she was completely limp again. He did the same thing as last time. Not going over her shoulders. Instead he softly raked his fingertips over her collarbones and chest, then quickly darted them across her peaks. 

“Cherry...” She whispered softly again, but slightly relaxing into him even further in which Sam noticed the subtle changes in her tone. 

Sam tried not to get his hopes up as he made his third attempt. He repeated the circuit diligently. And it only took three passes before she was totally limp again. Two less. Pretty big difference. He ran his fingertips lightly down her chest again, hastily brushing them over the peaks. 

“Cherry?” Mercedes asked quietly in question form, like she wasn’t quite sure whether or not she was aroused. But Sam could feel her on top of him, and he didn’t feel the tension. So he did it again, just to make sure, lightly brushing them back up to her neck. Mercedes didn’t say the safe word and when Sam darted his eyes to her face, he could see a little smile flirting at the corners of her lips.

Sam repeated the trails, gradually increasing the pressure of his fingertips against her skin as he worked from her fingers to her neck. Then he just dragged his fingers down harder and slower over the peaks of her breasts. 

No cherry. 

He kept doing it, each pass with his fingertips firmer than the last. Sam spent eight total passes over Mercedes breasts with his fingers before he finally ghosted his entire palm over them, light as a feather. 

No cherry. 

Sam was feeling a little smug about the whole thing, and the look on Mercedes’ face told him she was too. Sam was afraid she was becoming impatient with his pace, but he didn’t want to push it. So he kept doing the circuits, ghosting his palm and applying slightly more pressure than the previous. He spent nine passes with his palms before eventually he was actually pressing into them as he moved across her peaks. The whole process honestly probably took an hour and a half. But the look on her face when she opened her eyes and looked at Sam sideways told him, that was no grope. 

So Sam did the circuit one last time. Slowly rubbing up her arms with his entire palm, easing up to her shoulders and over them to her neck. He stopped at her ears and moved back down, sliding them over her collarbones and chest, over the neckline of her shirt, until they were positioned right over the peaks of her breasts. He held them there. Sam could feel her chest rising and falling under his palms as he rested them atop her, but he held them still for a while. She probably thought that he was easing her into the feel of them on her breasts or some shit. But really, he didn’t know what the fuck to do from there. He eventually decided he had to do something, so he started to apply a gentle pressure, shifting them slightly against her peaks. It still wasn’t a full on grope or anything, but he was working her into it, and used his thumbs to massage the sides of them firmly. 

No cherry. 

He darted his eyes sideways to Mercedes’ face once again and she was looking at him. Leaning her head on his shoulder and watching him stare at his hands on her tits. And of course, because she was Mercedes, she was grinning. 

It was unbelievable! Although Sam hadn’t seen Mercedes nearly all of winter break it didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about her. He thought of her everyday, but it was difficult for him to financially show her. Sam needed money and he needed it quickly. He didn’t have a cell phone and when he did try to call her it would be from an unlisted number. Even when they departed for holiday break, their goodbyes were brief and to the point because Mrs. Jones was waiting in the parking lot for Mercedes since they recently received news that her brother will be stationed briefly for the holidays at Camp Lejeune. All morning Sam had been trying to make Mercedes smile like that and all she really wanted was this. Something in her gaze told him that it wasn’t just about wanting to be a submissive girl, but a confident and desirable one with him. If it was any other motherfucker with his hands on her tits just staring at them, she wouldn’t have been smiling like that.

Sam kept his gaze on hers as he applied more pressure to her breasts and she arched into them minutely as he cupped them. No cherry. So he did it - he groped her. Pressing into them completely and squeezing them firmly, and never taking his eyes from hers. 

No cherry.

And it just made her grin even wider when he did it, and her brain didn’t tell her to be submissive, but confident in her own skin - in being wanted. The frustration and sadness were lifted. Her eyes were clear of any bitterness or defeat. Sam was officially smug as he smirked over at her on his shoulder. “See? You’re totally desirable Ms. Mercedes Jones,” he whispered in her ear with a smile. 

Sam continued massaging her breasts as firmly as he would allow without hurting her; and he was wondering while he was doing it if it was everything she had probably hyped it up to be. 

“Do you like it?” he asked in a quiet whisper into her ear. Sam watched her smile grow wider as she hummed her approval and let her eyes flutter closed. He shifted his gaze once again to his hands that shamelessly groped her breasts.

Sam didn’t stop. He couldn’t when she was smiling like that. He just continued watching his hands as they worked on her peaks, cupping and squeezing, and not feeling like a pervert like he thought he would. 

“Do you?” Mercedes whispered quietly, not moving from her position on his shoulder. Sam darted his eyes to hers and nearly snorted. Instead he nodded, and fought against the urge to roll his eyes. Her eyes remained on him for a few moments as he continued massaging. Sam had the urge to turn his face into her ear and kiss it or maybe lick it a little. Kiss his way down her neck as he fondled her completely; he was trying to push that aside, telling himself not to enjoy it so much, because it wasn’t for him. 

Mercedes licked her lips, making Sam dart his eyes to them momentarily before he met her gaze again. “Can you do more?” She breathed, still unmoving. As if she was afraid if she moved she might lose it. It reminded him of their kiss when he asked to be with her, he was afraid to stop kissing her because he might lose the love he was feeling. Then her words finally sunk in. 

He furrowed his brows as he continued his ministrations. 

“What do you suggest?” he asked cautiously. Sam wasn’t really sure how well it would work with other things, and he was terrified that the frustration would return. Mercedes didn’t even blush as she gazed at him sideways from his shoulder. “Skin to skin.” She whispered with a pleading look on her face. Holy shit! His breath hitched a little. She wanted him to go under her shirt and she was pleading.

Sam sighed not because he didn’t want to do it, but because he really, really fucking did; and he was trying to make this all about her which meant he had to do it. He couldn’t keep rejecting her and live with myself.  

With a final gust of air, Sam stopped his hands completely. He had no way of knowing whether or not it would be worse if it was skin to skin, but there was really no turning back as she gazed into his eyes silently pleading with him to want more himself or just give it, he couldn’t tell. 

Sam didn’t lift his hands completely off of her, and he never shifted his gaze from her eyes. He just slid his hands down over her ribcage and down her stomach to the hem of her laced shirt. He was trying to work slowly, still trying to keep her relaxed. He slid his thumbs under first, rubbing the skin on her sides soothingly. She didn’t tense up at the feeling or say the word, so he ducked the rest of his fingers underneath. He continued just caressing her sides for a few moments before he slowly began making the climb up. 

Mercedes’ eyes never left his, and her lips became slightly parted as he slid up to her ribcage. He halted the movement momentarily, afraid that was a bad sign, but she didn’t say the word nor tensed up so he kept moving. The shirt rode up with him slightly, but it was all wide at the bottom, so it gave him room to move up her stomach without much exposure. 

Sam eventually felt the underwire of Mercedes’ bra. He fingered it softly for a moment with his thumbs as his fingertips touched each other in the center of her abdomen, gazing into her eyes just to make sure she really wanted him to try it. She was still pleading so he pressed his thumbs deep into her skin and slowly ducked them underneath it. 

Mercedes tensed minutely and she didn’t say the word. Sam narrowed his eyes at her, considering if he should stop, but she relaxed herself all on her own. Breathing deeply in and out again, and once again limped on top of him. 

Sam was still cautious as his thumbs were wedged between her bra and her warm breasts so he moved them a little. Just to see if it made her say the word or tense, but it didn’t. He still gazed in her eyes as he slowly moved them up, wiggling against the constraint of the tight underwire. He avoided the area where he estimated her nipples to be. Those things were pretty fucking sensitive, and he wanted to ease into that slower. Instead he guided his thumbs to the outer sides, bringing the rest of his fingers up and cautiously sliding them under the bra as well. 

Mercedes breath hitched a bit and Sam froze not knowing if she was doing it because she liked it or because she didn’t, but there was no cherry and no tension so he kept going. Guiding his fingers up to the middle of her chest while his knuckles strained under the stiff underwire until eventually he was holding her breasts in his hands. He stopped, still looking into her eyes to make sure everything was still copasetic. Mercedes eyes were becoming a little hooded, but her breathing remained unchanged. Sam held them there completely still for a few moments getting her used to his touch on them. 

Until she arched her back again, into his hands. Sam looked at her with exult, making him become even more attracted to her. Although this was something that needed patience, as subjective as it may be, his member said otherwise as it flipped and became harder between his jeans. 

After a few more moments, Sam began softly applying pressure, just like he did when he was on top of her shirt. He was thinking how supple and warm she felt; and how so perfectly proportioned to his hands, it was unreal. 

Mercedes sighed as she gazed sideways into Sam’s eyes with her lips slightly parted. Then she darted them down to her chest where his hands were cupping her completely. He panicked for a moment because he didn’t know if Mercedes actually saw his hands on her chest would it actually change her demeanor? However, instead of Mercedes tensing up or saying cherry, she made the quietest moan Sam had ever heard and watched her slowly close her eyes. 

Sam fought to keep focus. He wanted to bang his head against the tree trunk because hearing Mercedes moan he was done for. He kept his gaze on Mercedes’ face, shifting his hands and beginning a slow and careful massage. She wasn’t tensing up, but her breathing was changing slightly. She never said the word though, so he figured it was more of a bodily reaction than a mental one. 

Sam kept rubbing slowly, applying more pressure with every caress. He stopped his massaging to really squeeze them, forcing them up to the center of her chest. Mercedes breath hitched again, making him freeze until he could determine that it was still okay. He fought to keep his gaze on her eyelids, and her slightly parted lips, and everywhere but her chest as he was squeezing her peaks together. 

Until eventually he had worked and squeezed all he could without making contact with the most crucial part. Sam cautiously slid his thumbs from the sides of her breasts to the centers, running them over her nipples, which he was just finding out were fully erect, and quickly sweeping them downwards. 

Mercedes moaned when Sam did it. The meadow was so quiet and peaceful that she filled it with that one sound which unraveled him. Sam was so happy that she didn’t tense when he did it, and she just laid her head on his shoulder and was actually enjoying it - he was so gone. 

Sam leaned his head back against the trunk, looking down his nose at his hands inside Mercedes’ laced shirt. He ran his thumbs back up over her nipples, making her breath hitch again. Sam was pretty sure Mercedes could feel his dick pressing into her as she sat on him which really wasn’t helping any matters. Sam kept looking as he squeezed again and sighed when he saw the scooping neck of her shirt exposing his fingers on her when he did it. He battled to push down all the lust he was feeling at that moment, but realized how good they felt in his hands and how he could feel her heartbeat with every squeeze and caress. 

Mercedes would let out tiny moans from Sam’s shoulder as he kept massaging and running his thumbs over her erect nipples. He loved hearing her make those moans. He loved that he was making her feel that way. After a moment, Sam was really fondling her - squeezing and rubbing, he eventually ran his whole palm over her nipples. Mercedes whimpered when he did it and bucked her hips up a bit, making him groan. 

Mercedes opened her eyes to meet Sam’s gaze. She then shifted her eyes down to her chest and was focused on his hands. She was breathing deeply and her eyes were so filled with lust and need Sam was not sure what he looked like, but they were probably pretty similar and abruptly stopped his hands. Ten percent of him didn’t know why he didn’t plan this far ahead, but ninety percent he wanted to know what Mercedes wanted him to do next.

Mercedes licked her lips as she gazed at Sam from her hooded brown eyes. Her chest heaved under his hand while his dick throbbed underneath her. Sam was trying to ask her with his lustful eyes, What do you want? He was trying to tell her, I’ll give you anything. He needed her to know, This is for you. Half of him was hoping when she opened her mouth, the word ‘cherry’ would come out. Another much hormonal part of him was hoping she didn’t want his hands to stop. She darted her eyes to her shirt and back to meet Sam’s gaze, licking her lips again. “Can you do more?” She breathed, gazing intensely into his eyes while her chest heaved underneath his. 

Sam’s eyes widened for a moment. “What do you suggest?” he asked in a voice that was far too husky for his liking. 

Mercedes licked her lips again, and Sam wanted to ask her to knock it off. “Something… lower?” She asked quietly, pleading with her eyes again. 

All the air left Sam's lungs in a gust as her words hit him. She really wanted it. Mercedes wanted Sam to touch her… there. He had no clue how hard that would be or how long it would take to accomplish it. His only hope was that it would take him so long that by the time he did his erection would be gone and he could focus again. 

On top of that, Mercedes wasn’t even blushing when she asked. She blushed when Sam would automatically stand when she stood up from her chair or when he’d occasionally pull her chair out for her, but not when she wanted Sam to touch her between her legs. It seemed so intriguing to Sam but so Ms. Mercedes Lexus Jones. 

Sam removed his hands from her bra, never breaking her lust hooded gaze and slid them down to her stomach. He needed to get an initial reaction, some general basis since it was something he had never done before. He slid his hands out of her shirt and over her hips. Sam guided one hand to the top of her thigh, and used the other to slowly caress the hand on the ground at his side. He used one of his knees to gently nudge her legs slightly apart on top of his. 

Sam rubbed Mercedes thigh gently, starting on the top and caressing the side with his thumb, and then moving his fingertips to the inside. Her pants were unusually thin, and knew that was going to work in his favor. He held her gaze as he got her initial reaction, sliding his hand up, and gently grazing the seam between her legs. 

“Cherry.” Mercedes softly whispered, her body relaxing on top of him. Sam wanted to groan as her booty pressed more into his dick. He moved his hand back to the top of her thigh. 

Sam continued caressing the top of Mercedes hand with his while he gently touched her thigh, rubbing up to her hip, and back down as far as he could reach. He kept his eyes on hers for the second try, sliding his hand up her inner thigh and grazing the seam again. 

“Cherry,” she whispered again with a twitch of her legs. Sam moved his hand back to the thigh, but she was already limp again - only a twitch. Sam still rubbed from her hip to her thigh again before he made his third pass at trying. He slid his hand up her inner thigh once again, grazing the seam lightly. 

No cherry. 

Sam went back the other way, grazing it once more. Still nothing. He was pretty much lost because he had planned it all out for groping her, and this was unexpected. Mercedes eyes were still pleading for him to push farther, and do more. 

Sam sighed right into her ear. Who’s defeated now? He slid his hand from her hip in between her legs once more, just sticking to the method he had used before on her breasts, and lightly eased his hand into her center, holding it there, just barely touching her. 

No cherry again. 

Sam could feel the heat just radiating. It made his dick twitch. He was pretty sure she felt it. Sam held his hand still on her, not knowing how much to push her with this one thing. He didn’t want to see the frustration when another cherry came. 

She never gave him the chance to decide. Mercedes shifted her hips against it and him. Their breath hitched at the same time. Her impatience was clear in her eyes, but she remained compliant nonetheless. It had to have been three hours since they had first arrived, battling to keep his main squeeze relaxed so that he could grope her fully. 

Sam was telling her with his eyes to be thankful we could even get this far as he gently applied pressure with his palm. She twitched slightly again. It was really unfortunate that he couldn’t decipher her reaction as a positive or negative one. When she didn’t say cherry, Sam was praying she was being honest, and not just soldiering on. Though her lust hooded eyes certainly backed her up. He was still gently caressing her hand on the ground with his as he moved his other palm against the light fabric of her leggings. 

Mercedes eyes fluttered closed once again as her breathing grew deeper. He decided to work with smaller areas as he lifted his palm off of her, and used his middle finger to slowly slide up the seam with gentle pressure. Sam watched as Mercedes eyebrows just barely knit together at the feel of it. He avoided the most sensitive area once again, and added another finger on his trail back down. She grew impossibly more limp on top of him as he made his pass. He repeated it a few more times, resolved to take it slowly despite her impatience. 

Sam added another finger on his fourth pass, applying even more pressure as he rubbed outside of her leggings, always avoiding the spot he estimated her clit to be because he honestly had no clue what her reaction would be if he touched it. 

Mercedes breathing became heavier as he added his pinky, finally using all four fingers to stroke his way up and down, always keeping his middle finger on the seam of her pants. When he added the pinky, Mercedes spread her legs further for him, dropping her feet to either side of his calves. 

Sam made more passes with his fingers, a little nervous about the next step as he made her more relaxed by caressing her hand with his thumb. He could feel every heavy breath she took while she sat on top of him. His erection was being smashed in between them, in a way that was far more pleasant than it should have been. 

Sam darted his eyes to her throat, where he could actually see her pulse as her sienna skin rose and fell with each beat of her heart. He was paying close attention as he lowered his thumb to her leggings and lightly dragged it over her clit. 

Mercedes gasped and bucked her hips up into his palm, doing a little writhe to find the friction of his thumb, while simultaneously stirring his hard on underneath her. Sam darted his eyes back to her where she was looking at him. 

“Reflex reaction.” Mercedes whispered, closing her eyes again. 

Sam pressed on, deciding that she was right. Like that was probably going to happen, and it was probably best to let her initiate it anyways. When he dragged his thumb against it once again and she lifted her hips to meet it, he began adding that to the circuit his fingers were making sliding all the way up to brush against it where her breath would hitch and she would push forward for more friction then slid them back down and clenching his teeth against what her writhing was doing to him. 

Sam added more pressure on his second pass, almost applying the entire palm as he slid it up. When it touched that sensitive spot once again, Mercedes moaned deeply, shifting against it. He expelled a large gust of air and leaned his head back completely against the trunk of the tree, battling with his own reflex reaction to push back into her as he applied his entire palm and began rubbing her completely. 

Sam didn’t even need to push back into her; because once he began rubbing her fully, she began writhing again. He could feel her hand on the ground fist into the long blades of grass as she breathed deeply on top of him, trying to make more friction for herself. 

Sam closed his eyes and just kept rubbing with his palm up and down feeling every curve of her folds over Mercedes thin magenta leggings. She writhed more with every pass, moving against Sam and making him insane as his own breathing sped up against his will. He sped his movements up going faster to accommodate whatever it was Mercedes wanted. He didn’t know at that exact moment as her movements became a fairly obvious constant writhe on top of him, making him stifle groan after groan, Sam was wondering if it was possible to even make a girl climax through leggings. 

As she began the soft moaning once again from where her head was lolled back on his shoulder, he was wondering if his lady had even ever had an orgasm before. Then his traitor teenage hormonal mind began drifting to scenarios on how she would make herself do it. 

Against his will and better judgment, Sam raised his hips, shoving his erection into her as he pushed against her center, and groaned loudly. He froze and clenched his eyes further, fisting his hand over hers in the grass and praying for self control as she began panting on top of him. He pushed his palm back into her and started again. Mercedes was moaning as soon as he resumed his ministrations. Still writhing against him as he rubbed her faster and harder. He was cursing himself for bringing his jacket because he was hot as hell, and the soft breeze blowing wasn’t nearly enough. 

Sam opened his eyes as he was rubbing. He didn’t know why he would, because it was harder to concentrate when he did, but he did it anyways. He wanted to see her face. He had seen Mercedes depressed and defeated all day, he just had to see her expression. Sam tilted his head down just enough to gaze sideways at her. Her lips were still parted as she breathed heavily, writhing with every pass of his palm, eyebrows lightly knitted together with her eyes closed. A soft moan escaped her lips as he stared at her, making him twitch beneath her as she tightened his fist around hers in the grass, never ceasing the rubbing. Her eyes opened then, heavy and hooded as she darted them to him. The desperation and frustration were there again as she pushed herself against his palm, but this was different, this was the good kind. She looked at Sam pleadingly, though he didn’t know what she wanted, he took a guess and added more pressure to his palm. 

She gasped and writhed harder against it, but she was still pleading for something with her eyes as she gazed at him, panting and fisting harder into the grass. Sam furrowed his brows at her, panting himself with every writhe against his dick. 

She closed her eyes with a whimper, and instead of answering his question, she brought her free hand up behind her head and to his neck. Sam was a little confused and wished she wouldn’t move so much before she slid it up into his hair. She wrapped all her fingers around his messy locks, pulling them into her hand and balling it into a tight painful fist. 

It took his last shred of control, and she knew it would. Mercedes knew just how to drive Sam insane. Sam groaned and moved his face into her neck, kissing it with an open mouth as she writhed above him and pulled his hair harder. He lifted his hips into her. He really wanted this to be all about her, and nothing else so Sam barely restrained the urge to do it again and again as he listened to her soft moans and whimpers. He licked her neck, all the way to her ear, sucking on the little spot right below it just the way she knew she liked. It made Mercedes pull his hair harder which made him fist his hand around hers tighter in the grass as she writhed against him. 

Mercedes whimpered again, tugging her fist out from under his on the ground. Sam kept sucking the skin on her neck, only vaguely wondering what she was doing as she lifted her hips higher with a writhe and slid her hand underneath her and pressed her palm right into his dick. Sam gasped into Mercedes neck, halting his movements, and lifting his face up and looking at her wide eyed. 

What? The….

Mercedes kept her hand still as she gazed at Sam and they panted at each other. 

“Please?” she pleaded breathlessly. The look in her eyes made Sam want to groan and growl and cry all at the same time because he knew that look so well. 

As if to emphasize her point, she fisted her hand tighter into his hair, painfully; making his eyes roll back behind his eyelids against his will then moved her palm against his erection.

Sam dropped his face back into her neck and groaned into it. “Good Lord.” 

Mercedes shifted her hips against his still palm on her center, wanting Sam to start rubbing it again. Sam cautiously pressed it into her and did one rub. Just like he knew it would happen, she copied his movements, rubbing up his erection between them. 

He whimpered into her neck, fisting his hand into the grass where hers once was. Sam knew he was going to hell for doing it, but he rubbed again, harder. Just like he knew she would, so did she. Sam was so far gone by that point, he resumed kissing her neck and licking while he rubbed her slowly, feeling her doing the same to him, and trying to feel really remorseful for doing it, but pathetically incapable. 

Sam sped his hand up, just rubbing the shit out of everything in the general vicinity. His head was so clouded as he licked and sucked Mercedes’ neck that he couldn’t really focus on anything but all of her heat and her soft palm rubbing in unison with his. 

She began curling her fingers around his as she rubbed, and she took it as a hint, pressing his thumb into her clit while he rubbed with his palm, and groaning into her neck at the moan it elicited. She kept rubbing him like that, desperately. He did the same, panting into her neck while she writhed against him. With every tug of his hair, she was trying to push him over the edge, and the pressure was already building, forcing him to fist his hand deeper into the dirt at his side as he rubbed in sync with his Ms. Mercedes Jones. 

If she was anything like Sam, it was definitely possible to climax through leggings. So he worked on her harder, just dying to give it to her, sucking her neck in the spots she liked while she rocked on top of him. With every pass of her palm she was making Sam moaned and whimpered into her neck, and tried even harder to get her to that point. Mercedes moans grew louder and breathless as her face became damp with a thin layer of sweat and flushed a slight red. Her writhes became desperate on top of him against his palm as she panted through her parted lips. She was moving against his erection so fluidly, Sam whimpered into her neck and began moving along with her palm and her writhes. She liked the whimper. She pulled his hair so tightly as she moved desperately against him, it almost made his eyes tear up. Sam clenched his fist into the ground further as the tension escalated and he rubbed her furiously. Still, the desperation grew, and so did the moaning. Breathless, frustrated moans that made Sam suck on her neck harder as he pushed his palm rougher against her, moving it faster, and groaning into her neck as she copied him.

It was becoming a battle to hold it back, and he thinks Mercedes knew he was holding it back because she kept pulling his hair and curling her fingers around him tighter. Her hips rocking as she leaned on his shoulder. Sam was so overcome with her smell and the feeling of both their palms that he was so afraid he was going to just explode if she didn’t find a release soon. He was pondering telling her something dirty in her ear, because he knew girls liked that. However, before he could her whole body became suddenly stiff on top of him, the fist in his hair painfully clenching around all of his locks in her hand. Sam panicked, lifting his head from her neck, panting, and looked at her face. Mercedes shuddered, arching her chest up as Sam still rubbed, though his hand was shaky, wondering if this was a bad thing or a good thing. Then she did it. Her mouth opened with her pouty maroon lips slightly parting, and emitting the single sexiest sound in the world. 

“Sam,” she moaned his name. It was a deep moan of intense pleasure that Sam could only assume was her climax as she trembled on top of him, coming apart in his arms as he gazed at her closed eyes panting. Sam had seen so many expressions over the past months with Mercedes, but watching his lady cum and feeling her curl her fingers almost completely around his erection and roughly stroking him as she did it, undid him. 

Sam dropped his face back into her neck, moaning while he fisted his hand deeper into the earth at his side and falling over the edge, lifting his hips into the palm around his erection while he came right along with her - exploding into his pants, and not giving a shit at that particular moment. With one breathless gust, Sam removed his face from her neck and watched the last second of her orgasm. 

Mercedes came down panting, finally releasing his hair and his crotch, and going limp once again in his arms. Sam finally removed his hand between her legs, using it to rub her arm up and down as he tried to steady his breathing, and releasing the ground from his grasp. He wiped his hand off on his leg before bringing it up to stroke Mercedes forehead lovingly, feeling the layer of sweat that had accumulated with her desperation. They were catching their breath and recovering as he stroked her lovingly. Sam closed his eyes and sighed, letting his head fall completely against the trunk of the tree. Sam felt Mercedes grab his free hand and bring it to her stomach where she grasped it in both of hers. They sat there for a long while, as he stroked her forehead and hair, and she held his hand on her stomach, caressing it lovingly. Eventually, Mercedes shifted above Sam, finally moving her head to turn to face him fully. Sam opened his eyes and darted them to hers. Mercedes was glowing. Smiling all huge and looking at Sam like she just won the lottery. Basically, confirming his suspicions that she had never had an orgasm before - made sense. He got her first kiss, first grope, and now first orgasm. Mercedes was happy. In fact, she looked downright euphoric, which made him more than a little smug as he smiled wryly at her and straightened out her purple lace shirt, feeling inclined to declare the experiment a success.

Sam glanced out at the meadow, which was becoming darkened as the sun was beginning to set behind the clouds. He stroked her forehead once more and planted a soft kiss on it before he helped her up onto her feet. Mercedes was still grinning and Sam was sure he probably was too, as he removed his jacket and put it around her shoulders. It was getting colder as dusk approached, and she looked thankful for it. Sam carried her sack for her after she placed the iPod back into it. As they began the journey back to the riverbank, he turned to his girl at his side. She was swimming in his crimson Letterman jacket with her hand in his, and Sam was loving the way she was smiling up at him. “I love you.” Sam whispered sincerely, squeezing her hand for emphasis. 

Mercedes smiled wider and stepped closer to his side while squeezing his hand back. “I love you too.” She said simply while leaning into him, following him back to the river where they walked towards the trail hand in hand, smiling, satisfied, and truly loved. Defeating the defeat. 

****

Three times a week during holiday break, Jacob Ben Israel woke up to the rich aroma of cinnamon and other pleasurable sensations. Today, his senses were further aroused by a determinedly firm grasp of a soft hand. Wrapped around his shaft, her palm felt like a velvet glove.

“Good morning,” Santana greeted bringing him into sharp awareness. With her olive skin, exotically cat-like eyes, and silky lashes his schoolmate, Santana, was a rare beauty. Her full, sensual lips were painted hypnotically red. They enticed him, and sent his imagination into overdrive as he pictured the ring of her lipstick stain encircling the base of his hard-on. His shaft lengthens and thickens inside her satin clutch. Involuntarily, he began to thrust.

“It’s so big … and powerful,” she utters, staring provocatively at his dick. Her grip tightens, providing perfect friction. His face contorts as he forcibly shoves a raging erection in and out of her closed fist. It is possible that the early-morning hand job she’s giving him might be the only way for him to get off. He struggles to reach the finish line. At any moment he knew Santana might decide exercising her wrist would be too much work.

As expected, she announced her boredom with a long, dramatic yawn. Santana released Jacob’s erection and covered her mouth, muffling a sound.

“Don’t stop,” Jacob said in a gruff whisper. She’s such a dick tease, and her antics distressed him. Prompting her to continue, he humped the empty air. However, Santana is a willful woman and realizes he couldn’t coerce her into doing anything she doesn’t want to do.

“I have something else for you,” Santana says, wearing a taunting smile. “About our pretty boy trouty mouth.”

“That his and Quinn Fabray’s relationship is a complete scam aka “an arrangement”? Yes, everyone and Lima’s PTA knows about this,” Jacob screeched, still feeling the excitement of his arousal. “My guess, Quinn wants prom queen really bad after her pregnancy hiccup last year.”  

“Not only that, I believe he’s hooking up with his dance partner from glee club - Mercedes Jones.” Santana proclaimed while lifting her billowy candy stripe uniform to straddle an empty chair nearby. Her thighs pressed against the back sides of the chair with her skin being heavenly soft and luxurious. It was hard for Jacob to keep his hands to himself, but he had to. She’ll let him know when the time is right to indulge his cravings.

“Oh yeah…,” Jacob stuttered out, his erection getting harder. Slowly, tauntingly, Santana unbuttons the top of her uniform. She cups her olive-skinned breasts. Fondling her perfect mounds, enticing him. Bending forward, squeezing her breasts together, she offers her cinnamon peaks. “Suck,” she tells him.

His lips pucker around the dimpled flesh. His tongue whisks against one dark bud and then the other. She loves nipple play; she has orgasms when he tugs her nipple with his lips while lathering it with his tongue.

The smell of her, the texture of her skin is intoxicating. Jacob’s dick swells to an enormous size, and he moans from a mixture of pleasure and pain. He caters to Santana’s every sexual whim, and he loves pleasing her. At times like this, it’s difficult to concentrate. He so desperately wants to mount her and lodge his hardness deep inside her, but knew she wouldn’t let him. He had to wait for her command. 

Slowly Santana extracted her nipples from Jacob’s mouth prompting him to whine with unhappiness. Feeling deprived, his lips remain parted openly yearning for more licking and sucking. But most of all, he wanted to fuck her. Her long fingers traveled to her lollies. Working at the side of the crotch, she pulled the elastic aside exposing a forest of pitch-black hair. He waited for permission to bury his face inside her darkness. Her soft hand clasped his member, guiding his bulging erection between her legs. Her aura emanated heat that warmed the head of his dick. Jacob grimaced as he wanted only to plunge into Santana’s scalding juices.

“I’m not ready,” she said breathlessly and pulled away.

“Don’t tease me, please,” Jacob begged. “You’re torturing me.”

Santana responded with a wicked smile and scratched a trail down his chest, causing him to wince as her fingernails cut into his skin. He endured the pain with a thersitical response because he wanted to fuck her. Trying to get into her lollies, Jacob attempted a different approach. 

“Take your uniform off,” he cajoles. “Let me see your naked beauty.”

An exhibitionist, Santana complies. She slipped out of her uniform, and tossed them to a nearby chair. In all her semi-naked glory, she once again straddled the chair. They’re both semi-naked now; her bistre skin against the warm brown chair. Santana reached downward and separated her folds, proudly showing off a gash of soft flesh that glistened with arousal. Yearning to taste her, Jacob’s mouth began to water.

“Hungry?” Santana asks.

“Starving,” Jacob murmurs a voice of a hormonal teenager.

Santana inched forward and placed her pussy on Jacob’s eager lips. Grasping the desk, her hips began to swivel. Jacob inhaled her musky, womanly scent and tasted her pungent cream. His tongue became overactive, stretching, undulating, greedily eating all the pussy that he can get. “Don’t stop,” he says in a gruff whisper. She’s such a dick tease, and her antics distress him. Prompting her to continue, he humped the empty air. But Santana was willful, and Jacob realized he couldn’t coerce her into doing anything she didn’t want to do. She lifted up, repossessing her pussy while giving him a disapproving look and shook her head to ask. 

“What am I going to do with you? Where are your manners?”, she wags a finger. 

Contrite, Jacob looked away. Santana glanced down at her watch. “I have tons of dirt I need to follow through on.”

“Can I help you with your investigations?” Jacob asked desperately. He’ll do whatever it takes to stay close to his cheerleader. 

“No. You know the rules. You’re confined to this room. Stay put,” she warns and narrows an eye at him.

He sat upright and reached for her. “I don’t want you to leave.” Jacob choked with emotion.

Leaning away, Santana smiles as she eludes him. “I have to get started.” Santana gets out of the chair. Tall and stately, she towers over him as he sits on the chair. Jacob wants to appear somewhat cheerful, but he can’t change his sorrowful expression. Giving him an exasperated look, she crooks her finger. “All right, you can have a quick suck.”

Grateful, Jacob scurries to the edge of the chair. She steps forward, allowing Jacob to encircle her thighs and firm buttocks with his arms. Lowering his head, his puckered lips fastened onto her erect clit. It soothes him like a pacifier. He moans with appreciation as he sucks her elongated clit.

She taps the top of his head. “That’s enough,” she says and backs away. 

Left with a hard, pulsing dick, Jacob dejectedly cup the sides of his face with his hands and watch his dick-teasing schoolmate disappear through the door. There are consequences for violating Santana’s rules, and so Jacob sat still for a while. Then, like a disobedient puppy, he snuck down the hallway, following behind her. A familiar sound of a deep contralto singer whose vocals mixed with an eclectic sound of jazz and blues was playing in the background. Santana enjoyed listening and practicing to Amy Winehouse music while going about her duties. By the screaming trumpets blaring through the speakers, Jacob’s careful steps were concealed. He creeped about – spying on her – taking notice that she was no longer naked and was now dressed in her candy stripe uniform. Stroking his raging erection, he played voyeur as she poured herself a cup of water, and then sat at the kitchen table, perusing through her cellphone. Her foot tapped to the blaring jazz rhythms as her voice echoed through the room. Santana often told Jacob that music stimulated her mood to perform.

A hard knock suddenly banged on the back door. Jacob paid keen attention when Santana admitted a strapping delivery guy hefting a five-gallon water bottle upon each shoulder, moving effortlessly, as if the heavy bottles are as light as feathers. Skulking in the shadows, Jacob watched Santana interact with another classmate, Karofsky. It pains him to see how flirtatious she is with him, and how overly familiar he behaves in her presence. How long have they been hooking up? Jacob wondered. Judging from the sensual way that Santana moistened her lips with her tongue and the way that Karofsky’s eyes undressed her, Jacob got the distinct impression that these two have something going on. The water bottles have been set near the pantry door. The delivery is complete, so why doesn’t Santana send the arrogant brute on his way? Jacob’s face raged and burned in jealousy. His heart began to thump as loud as the drumbeats that boomed through the speakers. It took all his restraint not to burst from his hiding place and eject the red-collar oaf from his elegant palace. Then held back a gasp when he noticed Santana slip into Karofsky’s arms. She kissed him with a lustful urgency that Jacob wished were reserved for him. A now murderous rage overcame him. He wanted to shoot them both. Anguished, Jacob fell to his knees. Although consumed with pain, he had to conceal his presence.

Jacob Ben Israel has taken great risks in defying Santana who has a spiteful temper. If she discovered that he had been stealthily moving about and snooping on her, he was sure that she’d slap his face and use thersitical curses towards him. Even worse, she might give him her notice, and that would be tragic. He didn’t know if he could recover if Santana quit her volunteering position due to his rebelliousness. Losing Santana would bring unimaginable anguish, and so he became still and quiet as he clandestinely observed her unzipping Karofsky’s pants. Karofsky closed his eyes, threw back his head, and moaned as Santana groped inside his fly. With a hand stuck inside his briefs, she struggled and wrestled as if trying to capture a vicious reptile. With a triumphant expression, she brings out a monstrously large penis. She imprisons Karofsky’s enormous dick inside both of her hands, giving it a double-handed stroke that is unlike anything she’s ever done to Jacob. Jacob’s face flushed with envy. His dick throbbed with desire giving it a comforting caress, a consoling squeeze. A delighted squeal escapes Santana’s lips, drawing Jacob’s attention away from his pulsing erection. Squinting, Jacob focuses on the activities in the kitchen. Karofsky is lifting Santana in his arms. His muscles bulge as he crosses the room. Jacob watches with resentment as he roughly places her on the granite counter. He should be sequestered in his bedroom, and not nosing around in Santana’s personal affairs, but he couldn’t help himself. He’s obsessed with her, consumed by her lust.

Jacob rose to his feet, determined to be the well-trained and obedient patient that he’d promised to be. Before he could slip away, he noticed Santana offering her swollen breasts to Karofsky. She’s a shameless hussy. How could she present him with the same treats that only a short while ago, she shared with me? Jacob's eyes widened. It’s shocking, the way this beast of a linebacker is ravishing her tender breasts. Lashing them with an angry tongue … nipping, biting in a savage manner. And Santana seems to love it. She’s writhing and moaning. Coaxing him to bite her nipples. Demanding that he suck harder. Now she’s speaking softly, whispering in his ear. She lifts her uniform, welcoming him between her legs. Santana has always enjoyed the flirtatious advances of men. 

Still, Jacob never expected her to take it this far. He shook his head regretfully as it dawns on him that every schoolmate that enters his home—football player, basketball player, hockey player, soccer player, cheerleader—has enjoyed the pleasure of Santana Lopez. Jacob has done everything to keep her happy. He bowed down to her and worshiped at her feet. For her to fuck another classmate in his home, right under his nose, is unconscionable. Her deceit is unforgivable. They had an agreement that as long as he obeyed her, she would eventually allow him to fuck her. But she’s nothing more than a dick tease; she never intended to make good on her promise. Jacob gazed with contempt in his eyes as a stranger sticks an unworthy dick inside her, impaling her with a violent thrust.

It’s cruel. Unfair. He can hardly bear to watch, but is morbidly fascinated. Karofsky is ramming her, pulling Santana close and pounding her possessively, asking if her pussy belongs to him. Jacob incensed, yet his dick betrays him; it stiffens when he hears Santana murmur, “This pussy is all yours, baby.” Jacob can no longer witness this atrocity. With his head hung in sorrow, Jacob turned away and woefully climbed the stairs. Back in his position on the bed, it is clear to him that he has allowed Santana to play him for a fool.

When Santana finally returned to Jacob’s bedroom, her uniform was crumpled and her hair tousled. A taunting smile curved the corners of her mouth. “I’m tired from investigating.” She stretched out on the bed. Lying on her back, she placed her hand on her head, feigning exhaustion. Jacob was appalled as Santana reeked of sex, covered with the masculine sweat of a brawny linebacker. Sad as it may seem, Jacob still wanted to put his dick inside her. He yearned to penetrate her whoring pussy, and so he had no choice but to go along with the ruse.

“I’m so tired. I need a back rub, darling,” she tells him, pretending to be frazzled from hard work. Jacob knew what Santana had really been up to, but he couldn’t divulge the fact that he had violated her rules. She undressed out of her uniform and lied on her stomach. Jacob was relieved that her lovely back had not been defiled with that of Karofsky’s sweaty stench. Adoringly, Jacob caressed Santana’s cinnamon skin, rubbing gently, kneading the imaginary knots all the while secretly hoping that he’ll finally earn the right to penetrate her pussy. 

“Feels good,” she says, enjoying his touch. Jacob smiles with pride.

“That’s enough foreplay,” she says suddenly. Without warning, she gets on her hands and knees. “You’ve been a very good boy. You deserve a reward. Fuck me,” she orders.

Delighted, Jacob obliges. He grabs her hips before she can change her mind. Frantic, he quickly slipped his knob inside her clit. Her pussy is overly wet and juicy. It feels as if he’d plunged into a wonderfully slimy abyss.

“Like it?” she murmurs as he delivers dick strokes into a pussy that’s saturated with a combination of female juices and masculine cum.

“Love it,” Jacob responded breathily, steadily stroking through the pool of lust.

“Was this pussy worth waiting for?”

“Yes,” he honestly admits. The pussy that Karofsky has prepared for him is the best he’ll ever have.

♥

Author’s Note: Booty Hands is inspired from Zane’s Chocolate Flava anthology series & AngstGoddess007’s Wide Awake (2009). Thank you.