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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Rachel_Berry/Mercedes_Jones
  Character:
      Rachel_Berry, Mercedes_Jones, Noah_Puckerman, Santana_Lopez
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-05 Words: 14182
****** Noctourne ******
by GuyanaRose
Summary
     While working on a Glee assignment Mercedes stumbles upon Rachel's
     greatest secret; which inadvertently leads her to find out something
     else about the brunette diva that Rachel didn't even know about
     herself. Girl!peen Rachel. Mentions of girl!peen Santana. Takes place
     during Senior year.
A/N:  So yeah, I've been having a bit of an issue lately with writing smut. My
mind's been doing way extra than I've wanted it to and coming up with elaborate
plots and making up shape-shifter lore and all that jazz (still working on that
story, you'll see it soon.) So as I was chatting with my Being Human partner,
the talented J. Rease, this morning this little tidbit snuck in to my brain and
blossomed. It's just enough plot to make the smut make sense; I think.
On another note; I started a story way back for someone that wanted a Rachel/
Mercedes pairing. I have yet to finish that story. So, Pillowlover, if you're
still around and reading, my apologies that I haven't been able to finish
Lover's Vow as of yet; please accept this as a replacement.
And to anyone else that has given me prompts, I thank you for your patience. I
will get them done as my muse allows; can't force a story.
I hope you all enjoy.
Currently unbetaed; please excuse my mistakes.
Disclaimer: I own only the story itself. Glee belongs to R.I.B.
Please read & review
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Schuester's hat of fate never fails to earn eye rolls throughout the choir
room. This time around he wants each pair of students to pick a Broadway duet
to perform at the end of the week.
Brittany is the first to pick, drawing Quinn's name from the hat. This makes
the dancer's face split in to an Alice In Wonderland Cheshire cat smile.
Brittany's been lusting over the shorter blonde for a few years now; and the
dancer is determined to get what she wants. Santana draws next, pulling Tina's
name out of the hat. Brittany raises her hand to her best friend, offering her
fist which Santana gladly bumped with her own. It seems both girls have similar
lusts and no longer mind the hat of fate aiding them in their endeavors. Artie
draws Finn, Mike draws Matt, Rachel draws Mercedes, and Kurt draws Puck. When
class and the school day are over, everyone makes their plans to meet up at
each others' houses to go through songs and dance routines.
Rachel ends up in Mercedes' bedroom after a small snack made by Mrs. Jones. Of
course Rachel's iPod is filled with Broadway works so the girls had plenty of
material to go through. They end up narrowing their choices down to the Rent
movie soundtrack. Mercedes wants to do something memorable, so she suggests The
Tango Maureen. The theme of the song would have the two fighting over a common
love interest while the choreography would hopefully set fire to the
imagination of anyone who views it.
The movements are simple to learn, and the girls add in their own flair along
the way. After about two hours of near constant repetition, Rachel excuses
herself to the bathroom. She stands in front of the mirror panting as she leans
in and grips the edges of the sink. She takes a long look at her reflection.
Her hair is tied back in a messy ponytail. Her bangs cling to her sweaty
forehead. The form fitting tank top she's wearing is stuck to her skin in
different places. She closes her eyes and tries to get her breathing under
control; but it doesn't prove to be an easy task. All she can see on her closed
eyelids is Mercedes' thick curves moving around her and brushing against her.
She feels a twist in the pit of her gut and a twitch in her support underwear.
She growls quietly to herself and opens her eyes. She splashes cold water on
her face desperately trying to get her body temperature and her lustful
thoughts under control. She reaches under her skirt and adjusts her loins to a
bit of a more comfortable position before washing her hands and returning to
Mercedes' room.
What she sees upon reentering her friend's bedroom renders her calming actions
in the bathroom utterly useless. Mercedes is still in her Cheerio skirt with a
matching red Cheerio tank top and she's standing in front of her bookshelf
fluidly rotating her hips, dancing to Cathy Dennis' 'Touch Me (All Night
Long)'; Rachel wants to do just that. Before the brunette really knows what
she's doing, she closes the door and starts dancing with Mercedes. It's fun,
and has an air of unspoken … something, and they are singing and giggling until
Rachel missteps and causes them to stumble backwards in to Mercedes' desk.
Mercedes' back presses in to Rachel's front and for all of five seconds, Rachel
forgets. She forgets that she's not built like other girls. She forgets that if
she keeps holding on to Mercedes' hips, if she keeps pressing their bodies
together, her cover will be blown. Mercedes' loud gasp hits her ears like a ton
of bricks.
Shit.
Mercedes pulls away from her and spins around to face her. She stares at the
brunette's crotch for a few moments before looking in to Rachel's eyes. Rachel
looks away in embarrassment; she's already thinking of the fallout that'll
happen when she steps into school tomorrow morning.
"What is that? Are you strapped? Why are you strapped?"
Mercedes fires the questions back to back and Rachel can't find her voice.
"Uhhh…"
Rachel's heart is racing and tears are stinging the back of her eyes
threatening to blind her. She's panting and gripping the edge of Mercedes' desk
with both hands as she leans further back; almost like she's trying to
disappear and blend in with the chestnut stained wood.
"Uhhh, isn't going to cut it. Who is she and why don't Kurt and I know about
her?"
Mercedes folds her hands over her chest and waits for Rachel to answer.
"Ummm … wait, what?"
Rachel's confused; it takes a few moments more for her brain to catch up and
process what Mercedes has asked her. Strapped. Mercedes thinks she is wearing a
strap-on.
"Oh come on Rach, seriously," Mercedes rolls her eyes. "You haven't been
hanging with us as much as you used to as of late so we figured you had some
secret secret romance with someone, but we didn't figure it was a girl."
Mercedes raises her hand to stop Rachel from interrupting her. "Not judging,
it's cool. But, we're supposed to be like the Holy Trinity, you could have told
us. Here we were worrying…"
Rachel stops hearing after that. Mercedes just unknowingly gave her an out.
Should she take it though? They were close, yes, but her two besties are
absolutely the biggest gossips in school. But then, Mercedes does know how to
keep a secret; important ones anyway. And it would be nice to have someone to
talk to about her body issues besides her psychologists.
"Rachel; Rachel!"
The brunette finally comes out of her head to see Mercedes still agitated in
front of her.
"Did you hear a word I just said?"
"Yeah," Rachel blinks a few times and shakes the cobwebs from her head. "I'm
sorry, I kind of zoned out. I heard you, I just … needed to process. It's," she
pauses again, second guessing whether she should tell her secret or not. She
decides to take the plunge quickly before she can change her mind.
"Iwasbornwithititsnotatoy."
The words come out too fast and jumbled.
"Yeah, need you to repeat that using your big girl words," Mercedes smarts.
Rachel takes another deep calming breath and tries again.
"I need you to promise to keep this between us; you can't even tell Kurt."
"You know damn well the moment that boy looks at me he's going to know
something is up," Mercedes reminds her.
"I know Mercedes, but this is serious. Like not telling anyone that Kurt is gay
before he was ready to come out; even though it was painstakingly obvious."
Mercedes eyes her for a moment before responding.
"I'm confused as to why you think you dating a girl will be that big of a deal.
I mean, come on Rach, you know the rumor mill just like I do. People already
think you're gay."
"I know that and I really don't care. In fact I don't care for labels period. I
like people for who they are, not their gender; but that's neither here nor
there. Just trust me Mercedes, this is bigger than that."
"Alright," Mercedes concedes with a sigh.
"Cedes?"
"I promise it'll stay between you and me Rach, now spill."
"Okay. There is no hottie; male or female. It's not a toy, I was born with it."
She stops there in her explanation and watches the thoughts play out on
Mercedes' face.
Was Rachel serious or just messing with her? Mercedes can't seem to decide.
She's known the girl all their lives and never got any inclination that her
anatomy was any different than all the other girls. Hell, she's seen the girl
in a bikini and saw no signs of extra bulge between her legs.
Rachel can see Mercedes' doubt, so she goes for broke. She holds her fellow
diva's eyes as she lifts her skirt and bunches it around her waist. She holds
the crumbled fabric in place with one hand while her other hand grips and pulls
the elastic waistband of her special underwear away from her body.
"See for yourself," she challenges Mercedes.
Mercedes slowly takes the few steps that are needed to close the gap between
them. She's not sure why she's nervous now. Her eyes slowly trek down Rachel's
body until she's staring into the brunette's underwear. Her eyes bulge as she
takes in the sight.
Rachel's stomach is doing somersaults under Mercedes scrutiny of her anatomy.
"Just … please don't freak out okay," Rachel whispers.
And then Mercedes does the unthinkable.
She grips the front of Rachel's underwear and pulls it open even more, knocking
the diva's hand away in the process, and she grips Rachel's cock with her free
hand. It throbs and twitches to life in her palm. Rachel's not massively huge,
but she certainly isn't small either. Mercedes squeezes the brunette's length
gently out of curiosity and slowly moves her fist up then down as she feels it
continue to stiffen. Rachel's member twitches even more and leaks a few drops
of precum. Mercedes can't stop herself from taking her thump and smearing the
liquid over the tip of the twitching cock. She's mesmerized.
"Um…" Rachel clears her throat to try to say something but no words come out.
"Why did you start to get hard before?"
The question seems to fall so easily from Mercedes' lips that it momentarily
stuns Rachel.
"Well … um, you," she finally gets the word out. "The way you move and … how
your body felt against me and … you really need to stop doing that." Rachel
speaks the plea in a breathless tone.
A smirk forms on Mercedes' face before she looks up. Rachel's eyes are closed,
her face is flush pink, and she's starting to pant. She moves a little closer
and positions her legs so she's almost straddling Rachel as the diva leans at
an angle on her desk.
"Do you really want me to stop?"
The words are whispered hotly directly into Rachel's ear canal. She can't stop
the shiver that runs up and down her spine. No. She doesn't want Mercedes to
stop. But they should, before something happens that they might regret later.
She takes hold of Mercedes' hands and places them at her sides.
"No, but if your mom walked in right now it might be hard to explain."
Mercedes giggles and says, "There's a joke in that."
Rachel chuckles and rolls her eyes.
"You know what I mean."
Rachel chances a glance at Mercedes' eyes and quickly looks away. The heat she
sees, Mercedes' and her own reflected back at her, makes dirty images start to
play in her mind; and she really needs to cool down.
"Why don't you ask your dads if you can stay for dinner? I'll go clear it with
Mom, even though I know she'll say yes, then we can finish practicing."
Mercedes suggests.
"Sounds like a plan," Rachel agrees.
She watches Mercedes walk out of the room as she tucks herself away before she
moves to get her phone. She ignores the heat that is now missing from the front
of her body.
Things get squared with their parents and they run through their dance routine
again, making little tweaks here and there; they tend to be perfectionists at
times. They end up having some spare time before dinner, so they goof around
and dance to whatever song plays on the radio. Neither of them are sure how,
but they end up pressed against each other again, leaning on Mercedes' desk.
Mercedes' back is to Rachel's front as they move as one to the song. Rachel
feels her sex begin to swell again. She starts to push Mercedes away, but
Mercedes is having none of it. Rachel's heart starts pounding in her chest as
Mercedes presses in to her more and starts slow grinding against her pelvis.
She can't help the moan that sounds in her throat. She can't help but to grip
Mercedes' hips as they continue their sensual movements. Mercedes' hand gets
tangled in Rachel's brown locks when the brunette gets bold and brushes her
lips against the soft skin of Mercedes' neck.
Mercedes decides to change their position slightly, and turns around so that
she is once again straddling Rachel's thighs. Rachel's hands are soft on her
thighs as they slowly creep higher and higher under Mercedes' Cheerio skirt.
They both still for a moment, getting used to the feel of their bodies
together. Neither are sure who leans in first, but their foreheads connect and
soon after, their lips. Rachel pulls Mercedes closer by the backs of her thighs
as the kiss deepens. She thinks she might have heard Mercedes' little brother
yell through the door that dinner will be ready in a few minutes, but she's not
sure. The only things she can fully focus on are Mercedes' plump soft lips, and
the feel of Mercedes' tongue against hers, and the fact that at some point,
either she or Mercedes must have lifted the front of their skirts because she
can feel the panty covered heat of Mercedes' sex flush against her own; and it
feels spectacular.
As their movements become more solid, the hard wood of the desk begins to
irritate Rachel's backside. She pushes them away from the offending object and
they soon fall on to Mercedes' plush bed. It doesn't take them long to more
comfortably situate themselves. Rachel's sure that it's her hand this time that
positions the fronts of their skirts out of the way as Mercedes spreads her
legs and wraps them around the brunette's waist.
Their lips finally break contact and they take in some much needed air. Rachel
balances her weight on her left forearm and she uses her free hand to grip
Mercedes' hip. They get in to a steady rhythm that they both are sure will lead
to a great release, but then-
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Rachel jumps at the sound of loud banging on Mercedes' bedroom door. She ends
up stumbling off the bed and crashing to the floor. Mercedes has just enough
time to sit up and close her legs before her little brother comes running into
the room.
"Amari, you're supposed to wait until someone says come in when you knock on a
door," Mercedes tries to steady her voice and control her breathing.
Her little brother pays her no mind as he runs and jumps on Rachel, who has
barely gotten back on her feet. Luckily she uses her quick reflexes and easily
catches the small boy. She balances him on her hip; careful not to let his legs
slip anywhere near her throbbing anatomy.
"Duh, I knocked already and you guys didn't answer and Mommy said not to come
back downstairs without you and I'm hungry so let's go," the boy explains with
a whiny pout.
"Okay," Rachel chuckles, "you go downstairs with your sister and I'll meet you
both there. I need to go to the bathroom."
The boy runs out of the room as soon as Rachel puts him back on the ground. She
quickly pecks Mercedes on the lips and leaves the room.
After dinner the girls do the homework they were assigned for their other
classes. They're playful, and flirtatious, and they end up in a slightly less
heated make out session before Rachel goes home.
They don't get much time to talk about anything more than school during the
rest of the week. When Glee comes up and it's time for them to perform, they're
both nervous, but they do their best. They receive a standing ovation from
their team mates as well as the win for the week's duet challenge. After class
while the third party of their trio is distracted Mercedes asks Rachel if she
wants to come over after school. It's Friday, so they make plans for a
sleepover.
Nothing out of the ordinary happens, until Rachel is at her locker at the end
of the day. She doesn't notice him walking up to her, nor does she notice his
presence until she closes her locker and sees his smirking face.
"Noah!" she startles.
"Sup?"
"Nothing. Did you need something?"
"No," he answers with a shrug.
"O-kaay."
Rachel stares at him confused. She knows that look in his eyes; she knows that
smirk. She just can't place why it's directed at her.
"Something's up with you," Puck states simply.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Rachel replies with crinkled
eyebrows.
Puck stares at her for a moment like he's trying to read her thoughts.
"You hooked up."
Rachel's stunned, but she keeps her features schooled. She worries for a brief
second that Mercedes may have said something to him, but she quickly dismisses
that thought. It wouldn't matter that much if Mercedes would've mentioned
something to the boy because he just happens to be in the know about Rachel's
anatomy.
"You can deny it if you want, but I got my eye on you Jewbabe."
He kisses her on her temple and walks away, not giving Rachel the chance to
respond.
Before Rachel can analyze her interaction with the boy, she glances across the
hall and sees Mercedes. They share a look while Kurt's head is turned, and
Rachel forgets all about Puck.
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There's a warm hand caressing her thigh so erotically that it's rousing her
body from sleep. A shiver runs down her spine as the hand slips under her
nightgown and toys with the waistband of her panties. She opens her mouth to
speak but only a quiet moan escapes when another hand slips under and around
her body and squeezes her large breast. Her breath hitches when that hand also
reaches under her nightgown and toys with her nipple; twisting and pulling with
just the right amount of pressure.
"Rachel?"
Mercedes whispers the name, even as another moan slips from her mouth. After
spending the evening watching movies and getting amped up on sugary drinks and
salty treats the girls had finally crashed around three in the morning. A light
make out session had ensued but it was cut short by Amari screaming because of
the nightmare he had. Mercedes knew her parents would come check on them after
calming her brother so while playing sleep and waiting for the parent check to
happen, they actually fell asleep; leaving their bodies unsated for the second
time this week.
But it seems that Rachel wants to remedy that; and Mercedes does not mind at
all. She wants to be in a better position though so she pushes back against
Rachel; the brunette diva takes the hint. She moves so Mercedes is lying on her
back and she is comfortably nestled between Mercedes' inviting thighs. Rachel
thrusts her hips forward and Mercedes meets her; rolling her hips in perfect
synchronization. She looks up at Rachel hoping to catch the girl's eye, but
Rachel's eyes are closed.
"Rachel?" she whispers the brunette's name, trying to get her attention.
But Rachel's only response is to roll her hips just a little faster at a
slightly different angle.
"Ooh fuck."
Mercedes hopes she didn't say that too loud. Her parents' room is just down the
hall and her mother has Superman-mom hearing.
"Rachel."
Mercedes shakes Rachel's shoulders this time, but it again doesn't have the
effect that she is looking for. Instead, Rachel reaches down and grabs one of
Mercedes' legs at the back of her knee and pushes it forward; it gives her more
room to move. Mercedes silently thanks the crazy of Sue Sylvester's workout
regiment for making her body so flexible. Shortly after Mercedes and Kurt had
joined the Cheerio squad the blonde coach decided that singing is not all they
would be responsible for on the cheerleading team.
Another quiet moan slips out of Mercedes' mouth as the speed of their thrusts
continues to rise. Mercedes begins to quietly chant Rachel's name as she grips
the girl's shoulders. Her back arches when her orgasm hits her. She delights in
the low grunts and pleasured expressions that flit across Rachel's face during
their release. Her eyes close as she tries to catch her breath. She feels when
Rachel sets her leg down. She manages to open her eyes and stay awake just long
enough to see Rachel lay back down next to her and cuddle in to her side.
When Mercedes wakes up several hours later, Rachel is already gone. She finds a
note on her desk telling her about a dance class that the brunette forgot she
had to go to. They exchange texts back and forth later on that day. Mercedes
drops hints alluding to wanting a repeat performance of their activities from
the previous night, but Rachel's responses make Mercedes think that her fellow
diva doesn't really know what she's talking about. Or perhaps that Rachel just
doesn't want it to happen again. She shrugs it off; reminding herself that them
"hooking up" was never about feelings, it was about general lust and a happy
accidental convenience. Even with that realization, something about the whole
situation nags at her for the rest of the weekend. She resolves to bring it up
face to face with Rachel on Monday.
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Mercedes doesn't get Rachel by herself until lunch time Monday afternoon.
Rachel's in the auditorium going through some song sheets at the piano. She
smiles when she notices Mercedes approaching.
"Hey," Rachel greets.
"Hey back," Mercedes says as she settles next to Rachel on the piano bench.
"Still mad you left without waking me up on Saturday," Mercedes states.
"I'm sorry," Rachel leans over and quickly pecks Mercedes' cheek, "if I
could've gotten out of the class I would have. And I didn't wake you because
you looked so peaceful."
"Yes well, you did wear me out," Mercedes says, hoping that her response will
prompt Rachel to talk about what happened after they went to bed on Friday.
"Hey, Dance Dance Revolution while hopped up on sugar was your idea. You should
have known we'd crash and burn eventually," Rachel chuckles during her reply.
Mercedes studies Rachel as the girl continues to play and replay different
notes on the piano and write down combinations that she likes. Did Rachel
really not remember what happened or did she simply just want to forget it?
Either way, Mercedes reasons that she enjoyed herself so she'd drop it; for
now. If it happens again then great, if not, no love lost.
"I suppose I can be persuaded to forgive you," Mercedes replies suggestively.
Rachel stills her hands and glances at Mercedes. A smirk flirts at the corner
of her mouth.
"Well, then I think I can find a way to persuade you. I have another dance
class this coming Saturday, but it's not until around three so I can stay the
night on Friday … if you want me to."
"What about Saturday night? You could go to church with the fam Sunday
morning."
"I have Temple Saturday evening; my dads usually won't let me stay out past
midnight once we get home. Sunday morning I'm going to church with my mom and
Beth and Mom likes to catch the early service so, I'm kind of booked up except
for Friday night," Rachel explains.
"Okay," Mercedes nods her head in understanding, "Friday it is then."
They chat for the rest of the period about nothing and everything while Rachel
works on her arrangements. When the bell rings they gather their things and
head up the aisle to exit the auditorium. Rachel pauses with her hand on the
door handle and looks back at Mercedes. She extends her other hand and pulls
Mercedes close to her.
"I'm looking forward to Friday."
Mercedes doesn't get a chance to respond because Rachel claims her lips.
"Me too," Mercedes says when the kiss ends.
Rachel squeezes her hip before they walk out of the room. That nagging feeling
is in Mercedes' gut again but she puts it aside when Santana tells her they
have an emergency Cheerio meeting to get to.
While at her locker to get what she needs for her last class, Mercedes spots
Puck walking towards her with his signature smirk on his face.
"What do you want Puckerman?" Mercedes says when she spots the boy from the
corner of her eye leaning against the locker next to hers.
"What makes you think I want anything?" Puck asks, trying to play innocent.
"Because you only talk to me when you want something."
Puck genuinely looks hurt.
"Come on Hot Mama, I thought we squashed all that shizz last year."
Mercedes sighs and finally turns to look at him. What he said is true. Through
a series of circumstances the whole of New Directions collectively had grown a
deeper bond together; as team mates and as friends.
"Sorry, you're right. But you're looking like you want to cause some trouble,
so just the same; what do you want?" she asks the question this time with a
smile on her face, which Puck returns.
"Just want to make sure you're cool."
"Cool? With what?"
Puck playfully groans and rolls his eyes, "Really? You playing the denial game
too? Wait, maybe you don't know yet."
Mercedes is confused now. She really has no clue what Puck is talking about;
and it shows on her face.
"Look, I was at Finn and Kurt's last weekend and Kurt said something about you
and Rachel ditching him for a "real girls" sleepover. I didn't put it together
until I saw you guys coming out of the auditorium earlier. I mean I knew she
might be in to somebody or at least finally getting her swerve on, but I didn't
think it was you. So, did you two sleep in the same bed during your um,
"sleepover?" Puck makes a point of doing air quotes at the end of his rant.
"Boy, what the hell are you talking about?"
She knew he was referring to Rachel, but in what context? She doesn't know what
Puck does and doesn't know about Rachel and she doesn't want to give him any
hints that might lead to him figuring out anything that Rachel doesn't want him
to know.
"Chill Cedes, me and Rach go much further back than most people realize. All
hot Jews stick together; it's a fact of life. Anyway, I just thought I'd give
you a heads up. She doesn't know what she's doing so try to remember and
understand that. If you don't like it, just smack her really hard and she'll
snap out of it. But, if you do like it, she'll do all the work, just lay back
and enjoy."
"Who's doing what work that you'll enjoy?"
Both Puck and Mercedes turn to see Santana staring at them with a smirk on her
face and a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Um … uh…" Mercedes couldn't answer.
She was still trying to process what Puck had just said to her. Puck on the
other hand is much calmer.
"Wouldn't you like to know," he says.
His left eye twitches after he replies and he stares for a moment at Santana
like he's studying her. He starts to feel a tug in his gut and he quickly snaps
out of his trance then grabs his head and starts to walk quickly away.
"Fuck that'd be so hot, get out of my head, get out of my head," he mumbles as
he leaves the girls at Mercedes' locker.
"Um…" Santana points at Puck's back and gives Mercedes a questioning look.
"Girl don't ask me, I was confused before you even walked up. If you figure out
what the hell he was on about, please let me know."
Mercedes rushes away before Santana can ask anymore questions. She surmises
that Puck knows about Rachel's body, he has to. But what did he mean about the
diva not knowing what she was doing? She files the information away as she
settles in for her final class of the day. Four more days … that's how long she
had to wait to get Rachel alone again. Hopefully she'll figure out what Puck
was talking about; or at the very least get an awesome orgasm out of it.
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It starts off much like it did the first time; a warm hand moving erotically
against her thigh. She likes the feeling, so she allows it. Soon there are lips
trailing kisses against her neck and another hand is under her nightgown
palming her breast. She pushes back with her hips and is met with a welcoming
thrust.
"Rachel."
The only reply Mercedes receives is another thrust of Rachel's hips. She can't
help but push back. Rachel's hard, and it feels good.
"Rach."
Mercedes tries to turn again but she finds that Rachel is stronger than she
looks. She's the little spoon and Rachel seems to have no intention of changing
their positions. Mercedes gasps as Rachel's fingers work magic on her thick
nipples.
Puck's words replay in her head.
She doesn't know what she's doing.
How could Rachel not know? Especially when she does it with such skill.
"Ssshiitt Rachel."
Mercedes moans and all thoughts momentarily leave her mind. Rachel's touch on
her sensitive nipples is nothing short of orgasmic. Rachel's fingers in her
drenched underwear rubbing circles on her clit gives her sensations that she
can't begin to describe.
The circles are slow and fall in time with their moving hips. Every so often
Rachel dips her fingers lower and teases the outer rim of Mercedes' dripping
hole before moving back up to apply delicious pressure to Mercedes' already
over stimulated throbbing clit. Rachel's mouth continues to tease her neck.
When the brunette licks and kisses a sensitive patch of skin behind the raven-
haired girl's ear Mercedes is powerless to stop the almost too loud groan that
resonates in her chest. She reaches back with one hand and tangles her fingers
in brown hair; her other hand has a death grip on her sheets. She's close.
Before she knows it she's convulsing in Rachel's grasp. Her breathing is heavy
as she takes in the sensations rolling through her body. Rachel's hand palming
and squeezing her breast, Rachel's fingers moving wickedly over her pulsing
clit, the feel of Rachel's hard dick twitching as it wets the back of her
panties with cum, Rachel's relentless mouth holding her neck hostage; she
almost wishes that Rachel's mouth was further south on her body. Just the same,
all the feelings combined are orgasmic bliss.
Just when she thinks it's over Rachel grabs her hand and moves it between their
bodies. She tries to turn, but again, Rachel holds her steady. Her hands are in
Rachel's soiled briefs now; fingers wrapped around the brunette's thick cock.
It's heated to her touch and the skin feels impossibly smooth. She can feel the
thick member throb against her fist as she begins to move her hand up and down.
The angle is awkward, but Rachel's fingers moving against her clit again make
her forget the awkwardness. She bites her bottom lip to keep from crying out
when a second orgasm tears through her body.
When they both stop shaking she feels Rachel's hands leave her body. Rachel's
removes Mercedes' hand from her briefs and lies on her back with her face
turned away from Mercedes. Mercedes gets out of bed and goes into her bathroom
to wash her hands. She notices two dark spots on her neck that she'll have to
try and hide in the morning. She walks back to the bed and stands near the side
that Rachel is lying on. She quietly clicks on the nightstand light and takes a
few moments to watch Rachel. The brunette's breathing is even and her mouth is
slightly open. Mercedes gingerly moves the hair out of Rachel's face and
studies her. She shakes Rachel's shoulders and the brunette barely manages a
grunt. She tries again, this time also tapping Rachel on the legs, but all
Rachel does is turn over on stomach. That's when the wheels start rolling;
that's when Puck's words start to make sense.
She doesn't know what she's doing.
After both of their encounters Rachel seemingly just rolled over and went back
to sleep. But now that Mercedes is really assessing the situation, she wonders
if Rachel was ever awake to begin with. She turns off the light and gets back
in the bed. She kisses Rachel on the temple then finds a comfortable position
to lie in. Her mind is racing; and just when she gets it quiet her eyes fly
open in rage.
How the fuck does Puck know Rachel doesn't know what she's doing?
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Monday morning at school Mercedes is a woman on a mission. She dodges Kurt and
Tina and ignores the wave that Artie sends her way. Santana and one of the
other Senior Cheerios notice her dark demeanor and try to intervene.
"Yo Cedes you alright?" Santana asks as she steps in front of Mercedes to stop
the girl's stride.
"Yeah seriously, you don't look happy. Who do we need to bitch slap?" the other
Cheerio asks.
"Nobody, well … at least not yet, I got this. Just … be around if necessary,"
Mercedes says and continues her stride.
She stops after two steps and turns back to her captain and team mate.
"San," she calls after Santana, "thanks."
"You know we got you," Santana says with a wink.
Mercedes continues down the hall and around the corner. A low growl sounds in
her chest when she spots her target. She walks up to him and slams his locker
shut.
"Uh, good morning to you too," Puck says.
"Good morning my ass, walk," Mercedes replies as she shoves him down the
hallway.
"What the hell?" Puck asks when Mercedes pushes him into an empty classroom and
slams the door.
He doesn't know what's going on, but he certainly wasn't expecting what came
next. After locking the door Mercedes turns around and delivers the hardest
slap to Puck's face that he's ever known.
"What the fuck was that for?"
"You're a fucking pig! That's what it was for."
"The hell are you talking about?" Puck's is starting to have a hard time
keeping calm.
"You know what I'm fucking talking about don't play stupid. You told me that
she doesn't know what she's doing. How do you know that Puck? What did you do
to her?"
Puck let the words sink in. The implications Mercedes is hinting at make him
sad and pissed all at the same time.
"Oh hell no. You have got to be kidding me right now? Me? You think I'd fucking
do something like that to my best damn friend? To anybody? Man, fuck you
Mercedes you don't even fucking know what you're talking about."
"Oh, I don't know…"
"No you fucking don't!" Puck cuts her off. "I'm a lot of things but I'm not a
fucking molester or rapist okay. You could have just fucking asked me how I
know what I know instead of jumping to bullshit conclusions. Fuck's sake, is
that what you really think of me?"
"Then explain."
Mercedes isn't moved by Puck's words. She needs to make sure he didn't hurt her
girl. Her girl. She realizes just then that maybe her feelings for Rachel run
deeper than she previously thought.
Puck rolls his eyes in annoyance as he walks over to one of the desks in the
room. He sits and pulls his laptop out of his book bag; he's thankful he was
quick enough to move the bag out of the way when Mercedes slammed his locker
shut.
"Sit down," Puck all but orders.
Mercedes takes the seat next to him and looks at the Wikipedia page that is
open on his laptop. She listens to his explanation and once he's finished, she
agrees that maybe she did overreact.
"Every implication you threw at me could be thrown right back at you; you
realize that right?" Puck says.
"Not really. I mean we're not dating, but we have had some pretty hot make out
sessions so the connection is there," Mercedes explains.
"And what makes you think her and I weren't in the exact same situation? Look,
when we were in seventh grade we were damn near inseparable. I mean, despite
all the high school politics bullshit we're still close now, but we were closer
back then. When my mom had Sarah she had to work two jobs just to make ends
meet cause my dad is a total fucktard. My nana would babysit Sarah but she
couldn't handle me too. Babysitting an infant that needs constant attention
plus a hard headed hyper ass kid is nobody's dream. My mom was and still is
good friends with Rachel's daddy Hiram so he knew the situation and offered to
help out. I practically lived with the Berry's for like two years or some shit.
Some weeks I only saw my mom and Sarah when we all went to Temple. It was cool
though, I was old enough to understand the situation."
"When exactly did you two start messing around?" Mercedes asks.
"I'm getting to that. Rach's dads are all extra romantic with each other so
they would take little weekend holidays together and leave me and Rach at home;
we were both old enough to survive a weekend on our own and Rach was the
responsible one so we were good. I already knew about Rach's anatomy since we
were little little kids. Naturally we got curious and we would fool around when
we were left alone. The weekend we started to up the ante, so to speak, was
when I woke up one Saturday night to Rach humping me. By then we were way past
starting puberty. We'd already jerked each other off and traded blowjobs so I
didn't panic, hell I liked it. I got curious as it kept happening though
because she would always just go right back to sleep so I did some searching on
Google and figured out what it was. When I did, I tried to tell her and she
wouldn't believe me. I don't know why but she wouldn't, so I dropped it and
just let whatever happened continue to happen. She probably doesn't know it,
because again, she never remembers, but she took my v-card and you know what?
It was fucking awesome."
"So it was always her doing stuff to you?"
"Always. She's like in a total dominance state of mind when it happens. If she
wanted me to do something she'd just move me in to a position to where it was
obvious what she wanted."
"She did that last weekend," Mercedes states.
"Not surprising. If it makes you feel any better I think she has to have some
type of attraction to someone for it to happen because it never happened on any
of our Glee trips when we stayed in hotels; pretty sure we would've heard about
it if anything like that went down. Like I said, she and I go way back.
Sophomore year is not the only time we've dated or had make-out sessions."
Silence builds between the two. He watches Mercedes closely as she reads more
of the article about Rachel's condition. She hasn't apologized for her earlier
assumptions, but he's already forgiven her; he's kind of proud of her actually.
He likes the fact that she so quickly flew in to a defensive rage for Rachel;
something he himself didn't do until the brunette had endured two years of
outright torturous bullying at their high school. On the flip side, he makes a
note to speak to Rachel. He likes Mercedes. Sure a couple of years ago he only
briefly dated her for her popularity, but in that time he became very aware of
what a great person she truly is and he hopes Rachel realizes that as well. And
he is definitely filing the images of Rachel and Mercedes together away in his
spank bank for later use.
When they walk back out in to the hall Mercedes stops Puck and makes a small
show of hugging him. She knows the rumor mill. The way she snatched him up
earlier has probably already spread around the school; so she is publically
apologizing to put a clear stop to any misguided thoughts that are surely
floating around.
"Should I try to tell her?" Mercedes asks as they approach her locker.
"Depends," Puck replies.
"On?"
"On what your intentions are."
Mercedes regards the boy with a raised eyebrow as she opens her locker.
"Yes this is the 'if you hurt her I'll kick your ass' talk. Now answer the
question," Puck says with a glint in his eye.
Mercedes chuckles before she answers.
"I like her … a lot I think. But I'd also be okay with just being friends with
benefits or something in between. I'm not hearing wedding bells, but if we
progress on that route, I wouldn't mind."
"An honest answer," Puck nods his head and smiles. "I'm with that. I would say
try to tell her, but you know Rachel, she'll want proof. So you may want to do
more than show her an article on Wikipedia."
"Hey guys."
Puck and Mercedes turn to see Rachel smiling at them. The brunette leans in to
wrap an arm around Puck's waist while he in kind places his arm around her
shoulders. Rachel gives Mercedes a heated look that makes the Cheerio's core
throb with want; they both seem to forget Puck's presence for a few moments as
they get lost in each other.
"Just the person I needed to see," Puck says, interrupting the girls' staring
contest.
"Huh? Why?" Rachel asks.
"We need to talk about your intentions young lady," Puck replies as he begins
to walk away with Rachel firmly in his grasp. "Remember what I said," he
whispers to Mercedes and winks at her as he and Rachel walk away.
Mercedes smiles after them then turns back to her locker when Rachel and Puck
are out of sight. She feels a malevolent presence come up beside her and she
turns her head only to see Santana wearing that ever present mischievous smirk
again.
"What?" Mercedes asks, trying to play cool.
"What up with you and the weirdly pretty dwarf?" Santana smarts.
Mercedes is quiet for a second before she opens her mouth then quickly closes
it. She might as well not lie or deny anything; Santana is too good at getting
information.
"Why do you see everything?" Mercedes asks with a chuckle.
"Because I'm me bitch," Santana laughs with Mercedes. "And honestly, I want
in."
Leave it to Santana to automatically assume the sexual. But like she told Puck,
Mercedes is game for just about anything; and it'd be a shame to pass up an
opportunity to see and feel Santana's hot body up close and personal. The very
thought of being sandwiched in between a naked Santana and Rachel in her bed
makes her core throb.
"Is that so?" Mercedes asks suggestively.
Santana rises to the challenge and steps in to Mercedes' personal space.
"As a matter of fact," she stares hard in to Mercedes' eyes, "that is so. Trust
me when I tell you," Santana boldly takes Mercedes' hand and guides it under
the front of her skirt and presses it against her crotch, "you'll thoroughly
enjoy this."
Mercedes gasps and her eyes go wide. Santana's smirk deepens when she sees
Mercedes' eyes darken. She drops the girl's hand just as quickly as she had
grabbed it.
"Just ask Tina, or Brittany, or Quinn if you need proof. Very little known fact
Cedes, Rachel and I have the same doctors; we have ever since we were little.
And I know exactly what she has hidden under those short skirts."
The intensity of Santana's whispered words have put Mercedes in a state of flux
that she is not prepared for. The images going through her mind have her mouth
dry. The look in Santana's eyes is making her heart thrash in her chest.
"The two of you always play so innocent, like you don't know how steaming hot
you are. Give me one night and I'll have you both begging for more." Santana
moves to Mercedes' side like she's about to walk away, but she leans in close
to Mercedes' ear instead. "I'm glad coach made you a Cheerio; that juicy ass of
yours bouncing up and down the hallways in Cheerio red has been plaguing my wet
dreams, and I wants up on that. So talk to your girl; you got my number."
Santana walks away without another word. Mercedes is left leaning against her
locker trying to catch her breath. Images of her being filled by Rachel and
Santana at the same time are flashing in her mind's eye. Santana had stood so
close to her that her lips had brushed against the shell of Mercedes' ear
several times; and each time Mercedes had felt herself get wetter and wetter.
She barely registers when the first bell rings. Luckily Quinn walks by and
helps her out.
"Mercedes?" Quinn gingerly calls her name.
Mercedes practically jumps three feet in the air and clutches her chest like
she just received the biggest fright ever. Quinn looks at her curiously and
then she sees Santana's back walking away from them. She automatically knows
what just happened.
"She totally just voice fucked you didn't she?" Quinn asks with amusement in
her tone.
"I … girl … she just…"
Quinn laughs more as she pulls Mercedes away from her locker; they have the
same first period.
"I know," Quinn chuckles, "No one does seduction quite like Santana. She could
seriously teach most of the boys in this place a few things."
Once they're seated in class Mercedes pulls out a notebook and writes a few
words then passes it to Quinn.
She said I could ask you for proof.
Haha, yeah, if you got an itch she's VERY good at scratching.
Mercedes nods in acknowledgement and starts to take notes for class. She files
Santana's proposition away for a later date. Her first priority is sorting
things with Rachel.
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Sexsomnia, or sleep sex, is a condition in which a person will engage in sexual
activities while still asleep.
Friday has taken forever to come. Mercedes is sitting in her room at her desk
reading the Wikipedia article on sleep sex for the umpteenth time. Rachel will
be over soon and she's still trying to figure out how to prove to Rachel that
she has sexsomnia. Puck had outright told the girl about her condition and for
whatever reason Rachel chose not to believe it.
Just as Mercedes hears the doorbell ring a thought enters her mind and she
can't help but think that it's the only way.
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Her rouse from slumber takes longer than the previous times. When she wakes up
she's lying on her back with the tank top she went to sleep in bunched up near
her chest. A warm wet tongue against her nipple pulls her fully in to
consciousness. Rachel's settled on top of her suckling her breasts. While she
enjoys it, she tries to wake the brunette up. She shakes Rachel's shoulders,
but the diva just pushes her hands away and continues her oral assault.
After another try Mercedes inches her hand under her pillow and feels for the
right buttons on the remote she has hidden. Once she sees the tiny bright white
light begin to glow in the darkness of her room, she knows she's pressed the
right buttons. Rachel's mouth is steadily nearing her bellybutton and she's
half tempted to just let her continue but she has to try again to wake the
girl. She grips Rachel's shoulders and purposely digs her nails in to the
girl's tanned flesh.
"Rachel, wake up!" Mercedes whispers harshly.
Rachel hisses at the feel of Mercedes' nails, but it doesn't wake her. It seems
to make her more aggressive. The brunette grips Mercedes' wrists and moves up
until she is holding the captured hands above Mercedes' head. She molds her
body to Mercedes'. She let's go of Mercedes' wrists and entwines their fingers
together. When their lips meet the kisses are sloppy and slow and feel so
delicious that Mercedes almost forgets that she wants to try to rouse Rachel
from sleep at least one more time.
Several minutes get lost in kisses and nibbles and by the time Mercedes is able
to free her hands of Rachel's grasp, the brunette is again lapping at her
breasts. She tries a combination of tugging at Rachel's hair and shaking the
girl by her bicep but it doesn't work; the hair pulling especially only seems
to egg Rachel on. By the time Rachel kisses her hip bone, Mercedes is feeling
too turned on to not let the girl finish.
Mercedes gasps when she feels a curious tongue glide against the edge of her
panties near her inner thigh. A pang of guilt clouds her mind for all of a
moment; Rachel's tongue sliding devilishly slowly over her engorged clit
removes all foreign thoughts from her mind. All she can do now is feel.
Her panties are gone, she's not sure when Rachel took them off. She feels like
she's wetter than she's ever been and Rachel's tongue making tight circles on
her clit is making her wetter by the second. Mercedes' back arches and a quiet
moan escapes her mouth when Rachel's tongue slides into her dripping core. She
toys with her breasts as she rides Rachel's tongue. She begins to take in large
gulps of air through her mouth as she fights to not make a sound.
Rachel isn't making it easy. The sleeping diva engulfs Mercedes' clit; trapping
it between her lips and accosting it with her tongue.
"Oohh Rachel, shit."
The whispered heated words pass out of Mercedes' mouth as she tangles her
fingers in Rachel's silky hair.
"Ooohhh!"
With every swipe of Rachel's tongue Mercedes creeps closer and closer to
orgasm. It quickly becomes too much. Mercedes bites in to her forearm to keep
from screaming as her core erupts against Rachel's mouth.
Minutes go by, and she's barely conscious when she feels her panties being slid
up her legs. Her tank top being set aright is next. Like the first night,
Rachel snuggles in to her side and continues to slumber. Mercedes musters up
some energy and finds her hidden remote then turns off the camera on her
laptop. Sleep reclaims her almost immediately.
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"I need your help."
"You know, most people say 'good morning' or 'hey how are you' when they see
someone for the first time in the mornings."
The goofy sarcasm in Puck's voice makes Mercedes smile and roll her eyes.
"Good morning Puck, how was your weekend?" she says.
"It was good thank you. How was your weekend?" he asks with a wiggle of his
eyebrows.
Mercedes playfully smacks him on the shoulder before she replies.
"I'm fairly certain you know exactly how it was. Now seriously, I need your
help."
"Lay it on me."
"I got proof but I don't want to talk to her by myself. I think it'll help if
she hears it from both of us."
Puck thinks for a moment then agrees.
When lunch time comes around they find Rachel in the choir room seated at the
piano.
"Hey Jewbabe."
"Hi Rachel."
Rachel looks up from her sheet music and smiles at both of them.
"What are you guys doing here?" Rachel asks.
"What, we can't just want to hang with you for a bit?" Puck asks as he closes
and locks both doors that lead into the room.
Rachel eyes them suspiciously. She's trying to figure out why Puck would need
to lock the doors and why Mercedes looks so nervous.
"Not to be offensive but, you two look rather suspect at the moment," the
brunette replies.
"I get how you would feel that way so we won't beat around the bush," Mercedes
says. "Come sit with us."
Rachel does as she's asked and sits on a chair in between Puck and Mercedes.
"Okay, what's this about?" Rachel asks after taking a deep breath.
Mercedes looks at Puck; a signal for him to start.
"Alright Rach, you remember a few years ago I tried to tell you that you have a
sleeping disorder?" Puck asks.
"I remember you trying to find new ways to get in my pants," Rachel chuckles
with an eye roll.
Puck opens his mouth to protest but quickly changes his mind.
"I'll give you that, but, think about it. We were fooling around on a regular
basis back then, why would I need to run any type of game on you? That would
make no sense at all," Puck explains.
Rachel stares at him for some moments then turns to Mercedes.
"Why are you here?" she asks gingerly.
All the time she's spent with Mercedes, in the girl's bed, recently has her
nervous now. If Puck has been right all this time then maybe something happened
and Mercedes is upset with her because of it.
"To tell you the same thing that he tried to tell you; you have a sleeping
disorder. And while I don't think it's happened with anyone but me and him, I
think you should be aware of it."
Rachel quietly ponders what she's just heard. She didn't believe Puck before
and she's inclined not to believe Mercedes either, but she knows the Cheerio
has no reason to just make up something like this.
"How … how would I not realize something like that happening?" Rachel asks.
"You're a heavy sleeper Rachel, combine that with sexsomnia and well, it's not
that hard to fathom. Alright look, like Cedes said, we're not going to beat
around the bush so I'll jump off the bridge first. You have my v-card."
Rachel's head whips around to stare at Puck.
"What?" she asks.
"It's true. It was one of the weekends your dads were gone. We fell asleep in
the basement watching movies. I woke up to you jerking off and rubbing lube on
me. And before you even start, again think about it, what reason would I have
to make any of this up?"
Mercedes gently strokes Rachel's shoulder to try to keep the diva calm.
Rachel's starting to breath heavily and Mercedes doesn't want the girl to start
hyperventilating.
"O-kay, um…" Rachel turns to Mercedes with a shaky voice.
Rachel can't get the words out, but Mercedes is able to guess what the brunette
wants to ask.
"No you didn't take my virginity, but yes, things have happened between us
while you were sleeping. I um … I can show you, if you'd like."
Mercedes and Puck share a worried look as they wait for Rachel to reply. The
diva is staring in to space, seemingly zoned out. But that was far from the
truth. Rachel's mind is racing trying to remember something, anything that
might have been off about the nights she'd spent at Mercedes' house; but she
remembers nothing.
She swallows thickly before she replies, "okay."
Mercedes takes her phone out and finds the file that she copied from her laptop
then holds the phone so all three of them can view the video.
Puck starts shaking his leg back and forth after a few minutes of watching.
Mercedes guesses that he's starting to feel the same thing she is; very turned
on. Rachel isn't saying anything; no comments or questions. The brunette
doesn't speak until just before the video ends.
"I've seen enough," Rachel says as she stands and heads toward the door.
Puck gets up just as fast and stops Rachel before she can reach for the door
knob; Mercedes is right beside him.
"Please let go of me?" Rachel pleads as tears roll down her face.
"No," Puck replies, "you're not leaving like this."
"I think you might have the wrong idea right now Rachel," Mercedes states.
"How could I have the wrong idea?" The volume of Rachel's voice echoes around
the classroom. "You both just told me I practically…"
"Stop that thought before it even comes out of your mouth Jewbabe," Puck cuts
Rachel off before she can finish her sentence. "You didn't do anything that we
didn't want okay."
"Seriously Rachel, at any point in time on that video did you hear me say no?"
Mercedes asks.
Puck leads Rachel back to the chairs they had occupied and sits her back down.
Mercedes gives her a couple of sheets of Puffs from the small pack she has in
her book bag. When Rachel's stopped crying and cleaned her nose they continue
to talk.
"Look at it this way Rach. What's the quickest way to wake you up?" Puck asks.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Rachel asks.
"Everything, now answer me. What's the quickest way?" Puck persists.
"Tickling," Rachel answers.
"Really?" Mercedes questions.
"I don't like being tickled," Rachel says.
"No you don't; and I've known that for a really long time." Puck replies then
addresses Mercedes, "Any time she's a sleep, if you tickle her she'll jump out
of her sleep and in to near cognizance in less than a second. Case and point,"
Puck addresses both girls, "I could have stopped it at any time, but I chose
not to because I was a willing participant."
"Same here Rachel … well, except the knowing how to wake you up. Puck told me
to smack you really hard so I figured any small amount of pain would work, but
it didn't. Even if I had known the proper way though, I would've let you
continue. I wanted everything you were doing; hell I wanted more, but I also
want you awake to enjoy and remember it. That's why I chose to tell you."
Rachel is quiet as she contemplates everything her friends have told her. She
still feels like she has violated both of them, but it helps to know that they
wanted her to do what she did. When Puck thinks Rachel is being quiet for long,
he decides to break the silence.
"Just so you know if it ever happens again, I don't mind sleep sex. It's kind
of fun actually," he states.
Mercedes chuckles and Rachel smacks Puck's shoulder.
"Freak," Rachel says.
"And this is news how?" Puck says. "Oh, Cedes you didn't tell her about Santana
did you?"
"What about Santana?" Rachel asks.
"How did you even know about that?" Mercedes asks.
Puck wasn't anywhere near them when Santana had propositioned her. Mercedes is
surprised and not surprised. Just like Santana, Puck always seems to be in the
know about things.
"Educated guess," Puck chuckles, "I know San just as intimately as I know
Rachel."
"You seriously are a freak Puckerman," Mercedes says.
"Again how is that news? I like giving and getting, nothing wrong with that,"
Puck replies with a shrug, completely unbothered.
"And what would your homophobic football team mates think about that?" Mercedes
asks as they all start to walk towards the door; the bell will be ringing soon.
"Psshhaa please, those boys talk a good game but don't let them fool you. Do
you know how many circle jerks I've had with all those guys? Not saying they're
all gay or bi but they certainly don't mind a little bro playtime. Circle
jerks, hand jobs, blowjobs, full out drunken orgies every now and then after a
game win. Unf, you should see some of the freshmen this year; those boys are
creative. So yeah quiet as it's kept, every last one of them has had my dick in
them at some point."
"Mmm, I think I would pay to see that," Mercedes says.
"Damn it Noah," Rachel stops just before they reach the door to adjust herself,
"that image is going to be in my head for the next week you jerk."
"Um, you know I could take care of that for you," Puck offers.
"If the bell wasn't about to ring I think I'd let you," Rachel sighs and
reaches for the doorknob.
Puck stops her by pulling her hand away from the knob.
"You wouldn't remember, but I'm quite proficient at getting folks to the finish
line in a short amount of time. Sit down; I only need a few minutes."
Mercedes looks at her watch and states, "the bell rings in five."
"More than enough time, come on, trust me," Puck tells a reluctant Rachel.
Rachel sits down in the chair that Puck has led her to. She's nervous, but she
can't deny how horny she is. Despite her dreadful thoughts earlier about the
things she's done while sleeping, the images from the video Mercedes showed her
are on repeat in her mind's eye. Every sharp intake of breath and moan from
Mercedes echoes throughout her imagination. It certainly hadn't helped matters
when Puck described his activities with the rest of the football team either.
But still, she's nervous. Not only is Puck kneeling in front of her releasing
her cock from the captive underwear that conceals it, but Mercedes is a
forearm's length away from her watching. Rachel wonders if Mercedes is nervous
at all. She knows Puck isn't; she can practically feel his excitement for the
situation wafting off of him.
She almost misses the first eager swipe of Puck's tongue against her hardened
flesh. His tongue feels a touch rough against her throbbing cock. She likes it;
the contrast in textures of his tongue against her smooth skin. It makes her
head feel light. Puck quickly starts to swallow her cock. Inch by thick inch
disappear into his moist mouth. When his lips touch her pelvis and she feels
him swallow around her cock her head falls back.
"Ooh shit," she moans.
Puck begins to bob his head up and down making sure his tongue pays attention
to the sensitive spots along the way. Rachel's staring ecstasy in the face when
Mercedes' lust filled voice enters her ear.
"Open your eyes Rachel. You should see how sexy he looks down there. It's
making me so wet," Mercedes speaks right in to Rachel's ear.
Her soft lips brushing against the shell of Rachel's ear make the brunette
shiver as she opens her eyes. Puck's eyes are closed as he bobs his head faster
and faster.
"Do you want to feel how wet?"
Rachel can't manage words at the moment, so she nods her head. Mercedes takes a
hold of Rachel's hand and slides it up her skirt, past her spanks, and into her
panties. Rachel's breath quickens when she feels the large amount of moisture
against her fingers. As if on instinct her fingers begin to move against
Mercedes' clit.
"Two minutes," Mercedes says with a shaky breath.
Puck moans against Rachel's cock as he quickly unhooks his jeans and starts to
quickly jerk his own dick. It only takes a few strokes for him to get close to
the edge. Just before he cums, he deep throats Rachel then moans his release;
his cum paints the floor in front of him. Rachel's busy fingers bring Mercedes
to release seconds later. Feeling Mercedes cum by her hand helps launch Rachel
over the edge just as the bell rings.
Minutes later before they all separate in the hallway Puck reminds Mercedes
that she still hasn't told Rachel about Santana.
"Well, it's been brought to my attention that Santana has a particular jones
for me and you at the moment. Separate or package deal; actually I think she'd
prefer us together." Mercedes explains.
"Huh," Rachel says.
"Huh? Seriously that's all you have to say?" Puck questions.
"What is there to be said? I mean I'm not a prude, so I'm not opposed to it,
but…" Rachel shrugs and doesn't finish her sentence.
"I get it. Understandable," Puck says, "see you guys. And just for the record,
I'm down for whatever too so if you want some extra hands or an extra tongue at
some point let me know." He kisses both girls on the forehead and heads to his
own class.
"I don't get it," Mercedes states.
Rachel's thankful that Puck knows her so well. He knew that she needed him to
leave without her having to say the words. Her attraction to Mercedes isn't
just about sex; she does want more.
"Do you want to do the thing with Santana?" Rachel asks.
She feels a slight bit of something asking the question. She's unsure as to
whether she'll like the answer or not. Mercedes takes a moment to consider the
question.
"Yes, eventually. The only way I really want it to happen is with you but, I
kind of want you to myself for a bit first," Mercedes answers.
Rachel can't help the smile that forms on her face.
"Okay then, I can live with that."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"So, do you want to come over this weekend?" Mercedes asks with a twinkle in
her eye.
"Actually, my dads are going away for the weekend and I don't have any classes
on Saturday so why don't we spend the weekend at my house?" Rachel replies.
"It's a date," Mercedes says.
The girls are both snapped out of their bubble by ice cold blue and purple
slushies hitting the sides of their faces.
"Take that shit somewhere else lesbos."
They're both too shocked to form any words as the hockey players that did the
deed walk away laughing. Their ice induced frowns soon turn upside down though.
A loud crash down the hall captures their attention. They turn to see Santana
and Puck pushing the hockey players in to the lockers. A swift kick between the
legs from Santana sends one of the boys to his knees and a hard punch to the
mouth from Puck sends the other boy crashing to the floor.
"You. DO. NOT! Slushy a Cheerio," Santana barks.
"And you don't slushy any of my friends either jackasses," Puck speaks through
clenched jaws.
"Ladies." Santana orders.
Six Cheerios step out of the crowd all armed with slushies. They make short
work of dumping the cold drinks on the hockey players and smacking them on the
head for good measure.
"Be sure we don't have to have this talk again boys." Santana warns.
The head Cheerio starts to walk towards the other end of the hall where Rachel
and Mercedes are still standing. They acknowledge her with a nod and mouthed
thank yous. Puck stops Santana from getting too far by wrapping her in a
playful bear hug and leading her away from Mercedes and Rachel.
"Not yet San slow your roll. I'm pretty sure that they're in to you, but let
them have their honeymoon first," he says.
"Ugh, fucking newlyweds," she jests with an eye roll.
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Friday doesn't come fast enough.
Rachel and Mercedes spend most of the week teasing each other; suggestive
photos and sexting run rampant between the two. When Friday evening finally
arrives despite them having worked each other up all week, they are both too
exhausted to do more than cuddle in Rachel's bed while watching a movie. Coach
Sylvester had subjected the Cheerios to an extra long practice while Rachel had
endured something similar in her dance class. They fall asleep while watching
Trance.
When Mercedes next awakes the only light in the room is from the streetlight
outside. It casts a barely there haze of dim light into the bedroom. There's a
familiar presence moving slowly at her back; a familiar grip on her hip. She
pushes back and meets Rachel's forward thrust. She moans at the feeling. She
lets the movement continue for a few moments before she tries to check and see
if her brunette bedmate is awake or not; she guesses not.
"Rachel?" she whispers.
The only answer she gets is Rachel's other hand sliding under then around her
to reach under her nightshirt. She goes with it. She enjoys the sensations
traveling through her body as Rachel toys with her breast and continues to
grind against her backside. Clothes are removed soon after. Rachel's bare skin
against hers has her feeling tingles everywhere. Rachel's tongue sliding along
the crease between her thigh and pelvis makes her breath hitch. She fists the
sheets when Rachel's tongue assaults her clit. She tries to move but Rachel
holds her steady. Rachel's tongue is ruthless. Twisting and turning and doing
entirely too much; Mercedes doesn't last long. She screams her release and
barely has time to catch her breath before Rachel is moving up her body again.
When their lips meet, Mercedes tangles her fingers in Rachel's silky hair. She
has a brief thought of letting Rachel finish, especially when the girl's thick
cock bumps against her vagina. She ultimately decides that she wants Rachel
awake and fully aware. It is their first time after all, and she wants Rachel
to remember it with her. It takes a few tries. Sleep-Rachel is adamant about
Mercedes keeping her hands in one place. Once she's finally able to reach
Rachel's ribs she goes in for the kill.
Rachel quickly grabs at Mercedes' hand and moves it away as her eyes fly open.
It takes her a moment to properly focus on the girl underneath her.
"Um, hi?" Rachel says.
Mercedes smiles then moves to kiss Rachel. Not long in to the kiss is when
Rachel notices how very naked they are. She pulls away from the kiss and sets
her gaze down then back up their naked bodies. She swallows thickly before she
speaks.
"I'm sor…"
Mercedes cuts her off with a finger to her lips.
"I already told you, you've never done anything that I didn't want. Tonight's
no different. I know how to wake you up now so I did. Not because I wanted you
to stop, but because I wanted you to properly share the experience with me,"
Mercedes states.
Mercedes pushes Rachel's shoulders until they've switched positions. She grinds
her dripping core against Rachel's still throbbing hard cock and relishes the
moan that comes from Rachel's mouth.
"Of course, if you really want to, we could just stop and go back to sleep,"
Mercedes teases.
"I don't think so," Rachel says as she sits up.
She crashes their lips together. There's a flavor on her tongue that she can't
quite place, but she can guess what it is. She rolls them back over so that
she's once again lying on top of Mercedes. She moves slightly to the side while
still in between the girl's legs and guides a single digit through slippery wet
folds. She marvels at the liquid collecting there. She brings her finger to her
mouth and moans at the flavor; finding her suspicions are correct. She teases
Mercedes; slowly moving one finger back and forth in the girl's moisture. She
places feather light touches over Mercedes' engorged clit and frequently laps
at her finger; allowing her tongue to dispose of the gathered liquid.
"Baby if you're not inside me soon, I swear I'm going to explode."
Mercedes' heated words make Rachel's cock twitch. Rachel slides a single digit
into Mercedes' canal.
"How's that?" Rachel asks.
"Mmm, okay, but you can do better," Mercedes replies.
Rachel moves down and spreads Mercedes' legs as she uses her tongue to
penetrate.
"Oooh."
Rachel teases Mercedes; slowly sliding her tongue in and out of slick folds
several times before she flattens the muscle and licks from Mercedes' opening
to her clit; swirling her tongue lazily around the bundle of nerves.
"How about that?"
"Better," Mercedes answers breathily. "But still … not what I want right now."
Rachel slowly crawls her way up Mercedes' body and purposefully bumps the
girl's clit with the tip of dick.
"Then tell me what you want beautiful."
Mercedes replies with no hesitation.
"I want to cum with your dick deep in my pussy. I want you to fuck me so hard
that I lose the ability to speak."
Rachel groans as she moves forward to capture kiss swollen lips. Mercedes' hand
ventures down in between their bodies. She grips Rachel's rigid length and
guides the girl to her goal.
"No wai…"
Mercedes doesn't wait. Her back arches as inches of Rachel slip inside her
core. She wraps her legs around the diva's waist to keep her from pulling away.
"Can't wait anymore baby," Mercedes whispers.
"Oh fuck," Rachel moans.
Rachel's mind is warring with her. The feeling she gets when she's completely
sheathed inside Mercedes is indescribable. A part of her wants … needs to keep
going; she can't seem to get her hips to cease movement. She's been waiting,
they've both been waiting, for this moment. To be completely connected and
immersed in pleasure. But the other part of her, the responsible part, is
screaming at her to put on a condom.
"Ooo shit, Rachel."
Mercedes moaning her name like that isn't helping her to clear the lust-cobwebs
from her brain. Mercedes' nails raking down her back are far less than
unhelpful.
But somehow she finds it; she finds the ability to pull away.
"Baa-by?" Mercedes complains.
"I know I know, I just really think we need to use this."
Rachel pulls the condom from her bedside drawer and quickly rips it open with
her teeth. She's momentarily distracted by the vision of Mercedes rubbing her
clit.
"You should hurry. I don't think this will take long," Mercedes moans.
Rachel snaps out of her trance and seconds later she's completely engulfed in
liquid heat. She can feel Mercedes' nails leaving marks down her back; she
doesn't mind.
"Oohh my … fuck."
Rachel doesn't mind Mercedes' moaned words either; she revels in them. Every
moan, every broken word, every red line etched in to her skin spurs her onward;
makes her push deeper, harder.
"Soo … good."
It's hard for Rachel to really form sentences. She's entranced. Her only goal
is to maximize their pleasure. She glides a hand down sweat-slicked skin and
takes hold of one of Mercedes' legs. She pulls the limb up until it's balanced
on her shoulder.
"Ooh sshhii … ahh fuck Rachel."
The slight position change makes the tip of Rachel's cock bump in to Mercedes'
g-spot. Her thrusts quickly gain speed.
"So sexy Mercedes."
Rachel slows her movements momentarily. She glances down at the goddess beneath
her. Dark hair fanned out on her pillow, skin slick with sweat. Mercedes opens
her eyes and meets Rachel's gaze. Even in the extremely dim light of the room
they can see the passion reflected in each others' gaze.
Their lips meet wordlessly, almost desperately. One of Mercedes' hands finds
its way to Rachel's hair as the kiss deepens; the other hand continues to use
Rachel's back as a sketch board. She feels Rachel's cock swell inside her;
stretching her just a bit more. Her quivering walls grow even slicker as they
begin to squeeze and choke Rachel's probing hardness. Their kiss grows sloppy
and their hip movements steadily get jerky.
"Cedes?" Rachel whispers the name.
She's barely holding on. She connects her forehead with Mercedes' as she grips
the girl's hip tighter.
"Yes … fuck yes baby make me cum!"
The high pitched words tumble out of Mercedes' mouth. Her grip on Rachel's hair
tightens as her back begins to arch.
"Rachel … FFFUUUAAAAHHHH!" Mercedes screams as her nerve endings explode.
"UUUHHHHH!" Rachel's groan sounds deep in her throat.
All there is, is feeling.
Mercedes' slick walls gripping her member. The twitching of her cock as it
spurts a seemingly never ending stream of cum.
All there is, is feeling.
Rachel's dick deep inside her quaking pussy. Hot liquid gushing from her womb
and drenching the bed beneath her.
Their hips move of their own accord as they ride out their explosive orgasm.
Several minutes later when most of the trembles have stopped, Rachel sets
Mercedes' leg down and gazes at the girl. When Mercedes is able to turn her
head and gaze back at Rachel, she sees a small grin forming on the brunette's
face.
"So … how's your speech?" Rachel isn't sure why she's whispering.
Mercedes tries to open her mouth but doesn't quite manage it. Rachel's grin
turns in to a smile the more she watches Mercedes fail. When Mercedes playfully
smacks her on the shoulder she can't help but laugh. Seconds later Mercedes
finds her voice and laughs with Rachel.
"Fuck you Berry."
"You kind of just did," Rachel giggles.
Mercedes doesn't respond with words. She claims Rachel's lips in a searing
kiss. When she pulls away she can feel Rachel's semi hard cock twitching inside
her. Rachel stares at her, barely breathing.
"Not just yet I haven't," Mercedes says.
Mercedes rolls them over so she's on top. She thrusts forward as she kisses
Rachel. When Rachel's hands mingle with her hair she begins to use the muscles
of her cunt to squeeze Rachel's cock. When the brunette is almost completely
hard she pushes on Mercedes' hips. Mercedes pulls away and looks back at Rachel
with half-lidded eyes.
"I should get another condom," Rachel pants.
She begins to move but Mercedes stops her.
"I'll get it."
Rachel watches as Mercedes pulls away from her and retrieves a fresh condom
from her nightstand drawer. Mercedes pulls the used condom off and tosses it to
the floor. She uses her tongue and mouth to thoroughly clean Rachel, which
Rachel very much appreciates, and then she rolls on the fresh condom. She
stalks up Rachel's body on her hands and knees like a panther going in for the
kill. Rachel watches her with shortened breath. Rachel's back arches as
Mercedes lowers herself on to her stiffened member. Her hips roll in time with
Mercedes as they build a steady rhythm.
After a few minutes a thought forms in Rachel's mind, this is her first time.
She now knows that she's had sex with Puck, but she was asleep and totally
unaware of their encounters. In her eyes tonight, with Mercedes, is her first
time. It's a sobering thought. She's excited, because Mercedes is beautiful and
a sweetheart and she loves how Mercedes feels moving on top of her. But she's
also nervous. She wonders if her stamina will hold up; if the sounds Mercedes
is making are practiced or true indications of what Rachel is making her feel;
if she'll get brushed aside after a few more weeks. All of her insecurities
begin to stream through her head; she doesn't notice when her body stops
moving.
"Hey?"
Mercedes' whispered voice brings Rachel out of her head.
"Where are you?" Mercedes asks the question while gently caressing Rachel's
face.
"I'm sorry," Rachel leans in to the touch and closes her eyes, "I guess I just
got distracted."
"Distracted? Should I take offense to that?" Mercedes asks.
Rachel hears the playfulness in Mercedes' voice and chuckles.
"No, honey, you're perfect. I just … I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry babe, just talk to me. What's wrong?"
Mercedes tries to move, thinking that round two won't happen after all, but
Rachel holds her in place.
"I like how this feels, don't move. As odd as it sounds, that's why I got
distracted. Being with you like this feels amazing and I'm going to be able to
remember it in the morning and I just really want to make sure it's memorable
for you too."
Mercedes leans in and claims Rachel's mouth. The kiss is slow, but short.
"There is nothing that isn't memorable about you Rachel Berry. And if for some
horrible reason I forget tonight, I'm betting that there will be many nights to
come for you to remind me."
"How many more nights?"
Rachel can't help but ask the question.
"I told you I wanted you to myself for awhile before we did the Santana thing.
Did you think she would be the end of it?"
Rachel shrugs her shoulders, "maybe?" she says unsurely.
Mercedes leans down a chuckles wickedly in Rachel's ear, "you're not getting
away that easily Berry."
She takes Rachel's earlobe between her teeth and tugs on it while rolling her
hips and bearing down on Rachel's stiffness still buried inside her.
"I have plans for you," Mercedes says with another roll of her hips.
Rachel meets her thrust and grips her hips.
"Mmmm, anything you want," Rachel moans.
Their mouths connect in a deep lingering kiss. Not many words are spoken after.
They find a steady rhythm and soon the room is filled with sound; heavy
breathing; broken words; sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each other; the
consistent bang, bang, bang of the headboard against the wall.
Rachel peppers Mercedes' chest with kisses before taking a nipple into her
mouth. Mercedes presses her hand to the back of Rachel's head; holding the
brunette in place. A fleeting thought about angles and sexual positions flies
through Rachel's mind and she rises up so her back is close to a thirty degree
angle with her bed.
"Oooh!"
Mercedes' moans go up an octave and Rachel can feel her cock being gripped
tighter. It doesn't take much longer for Mercedes to tip over the edge. She
holds Rachel close as the climax tears through her body. When she catches her
breath, she steals Rachel's in a searing kiss.
"Did you?" Mercedes asks; feeling Rachel still hard inside of her.
"Not yet. I want to try something," Rachel replies.
She positions Mercedes on all fours then enters her slippery opening from
behind. She almost blows her load after one thrust. Mercedes is beyond wet and
from this position Rachel can thrust deeper, giving them both even more
pleasure than before. She moves slowly at first; relishing the feeling of
Mercedes squeezing all of her eight inches.
"Faster baby," Mercedes whispers between her moans.
There's a fire building inside her. She enjoys Rachel's slow movements behind
her, but she craves more. She grips a nearby pillow and her eyes roll back in
to her head when Rachel obliges her request. A powerful release creeps up on
them both, and they collapse in to a sweaty pile on the mattress.
When they open their eyes on Saturday they only leave the house once; to get
more condoms. They're naked for the rest of the weekend. They only leave
Rachel's bed to get food and take bathroom breaks.
By the start of homeroom Monday morning, everyone knows their now a couple.
They make it obvious by making out at Rachel's locker. They got a variety of
reactions. Jacob Ben Israel is jealous because he never got over his crush on
Rachel. Puck gives them a winning smile and two thumbs up. A couple of jocks
try to give them slushie facials, but Santana has already planned for that; the
two boys end up naked and covered in molasses and feathers hanging from the
flagpole in front of the school.
By the end of the week the hype dies down, and only Santana seems to keep a
wanting eye on the couple. She knows she has to wait, but she hates waiting.
She won't rush them though because her plans may change. There's a bit of
something between her and Tina now and she's getting the feeling that she
doesn't want to just play around with what could happen between them. But on
the other hand, the head cheerleader has found that she has a kindred spirit in
her fellow Glee clubber. So perhaps her future venture with Rachel and Mercedes
will include a plus one; she's sure Tina will help her bide her time until it's
decided.
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