Big Girls Can Be Sexy Too!

Big Girls Can be Sexy Too!

Pairings:Puck/Mercedes, Finn/Quinn, Tina/Mike

Author Note: Homage and all agreements with Isis Aurora Tomoe, Never Piss off Mercedes was a complete inspiration…as you can tell from the title.

Recommendation/Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to justareader13. That Puck Mercedes sketch is so pretty…I’m living in Jealousy.

BTW: I was Mercedes in high school…maybe that’s why I like her so very much.

THANKS: Thanksso much to everyone who has reviewed. You have made this story a joy to write…well the reviews, and Puck’s potty mouth. When writing for Puck one never needs to search for euphemisms.

Chapter 4

~~~~I Touch Myself~~~~

Tuesday morning Puck woke with a start. That dream…oh God that dream. He’d dreamed of her. Her soft chocolate skin pressed against him. Her thick thighs clasped around his head, her fingers threaded through his Mohawk, as he drank her down. It was so vivid he could almost taste her flesh on his tongue. A quick glance at his clock showed it was too early to really have to get up and yet too late to be able to go back to sleep. He looked down at the tent he was pitching in his covers, and realized that he more than likely wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep with that boner anyway. He got up and headed to the shower. He’d get relief the old fashion way. A smoking hot fantasy about Mercedes Jones and his right hand.

He turned the shower on and as it heated up he brushed his teeth. As soon as he was clean Puck sank into thoughts of His chocolate fantasy. He started by remembering the kiss they’d shared the evening before. The very fact that she had initiated the kiss was the epitome of hotness to Puck. The memory of her soft, full lips under his had him fully erect again in seconds. He was back there on that doorstep, Mercedes sumptuous body pressed between the door and his own hard, lean frame; his mouth moving from hers to trail across chocolate skin to nibble on her sweet scented neck. Just thinking about the sexy way she smells can and does make his cock jump.

For a minute Puck let a real memory distract him from his fantasy. One Saturday after he and Mercedes ‘broke up’ from their false relationship, puck had spent two hours at the mall looking for the perfume Mercedes  wore. After an hour and half he finally figured out that it was Beyonce’s Heat…the Gold one smelled the closest, but it still didn’t make his pulse race…or his dick get hard. The flirtatious blond behind the counter explained that a big difference is often made by the woman’s body chemistry. She’d then put on the one that he found came closest, and the perfume had smelled ‘alright’. But it was in no way as arousing a scent on her as it was on Mercedes.

 Focusing once more on his fantasy, he concentrated on her smell. He imagined sucking on the pretty little column of her neck and imagined pressing his cock against her again. He just knew that she would scrape her nails across his scalp as he pressed open mouthed kisses to her cleavage. The picture in his mind changed, and he saw Mercedes lying before him. Her lush figure arrayed on his bed. Her little hands stroking her huge tits, teasing her own nipples as he watched. He imagined joining her on the bed. She shuddered involuntarily as he crawled up onto the bed, his eyes predatory, and his cat like agility making even this clumsy maneuver seem like a ballet. 

 

Puck started kissing his goddess once more and made his way down, kissing her face, her neck, her upper chest and down both arms.  He spoke to her honestly; in his mind he hoped she enjoyed his dirty talk.

 

“Gawd I fucking love your tits. They are so big and soft. Fuckin’ hate hard tits.”

 

He returned to fondling her breast and sucking her nipples causing Dream Mercedes to push her breasts into his mouth wanting all he could give her.  He imagined her crying out as he sucked hard, feeling a pinching sensation in her nipple from the harsh suction.

 

“Oh yeah, Sexy Mama, I’m going to make you come before I ever get inside you.” He whispered.

 

He continued his journey downward, taking his time.  He went around her center and worshipped both legs.  She was squirming now and looking like she would explode.  He turned her over to lie on her stomach and ran his hands over her ass.  “I’ve always loved your sexy ass, even when it was bigger. I just wanted to sink my f’in teeth into it.  God, it looks luscious.”

 

Dream Mercedes moaned as he dipped down to kiss and fondle her butt cheeks, licking up her spinal column and sucking on the back of her neck.  “Please Puck.” She moaned, arching back, rubbing her ass against his long, thick, hard cock.  “Keep it up…and maybe one day I’ll let you fuck me there.” He imagined the feeling of having his cock buried between the mounds of her ass, and he couldn’t take it anymore. Two strokes later, and puck was spraying the evidence of his pleasure all over the shower walls.  He couldn’t suppress her name as it slid between his lips in a long moan.

 

~Damn ain’t popped off that quick just thinking about it since I was fourteen. ~ Puck thought aloud as he cleaned the shower.

 

~~Sweet Dreams~~

 

 

Across  town, Mercedes awoke with Puck’s name on her lips and an orgasm wracking her body. Despite the fight the day before, she was actually looking forward to school this morning. To day was destined to be a great day if the way it started was any indication. She grabbed a quick shower and dressed quickly. Feeling pretty, she opted for a skirt. She paired a gray calf length, 70’s inspired skirt with black heeled stiletto, calf high boots, and a black slim cut turtleneck. Her hair she left straight, with blunt cut bangs she looked very retro. Silver jewelry and minimal makeup completed her look. She swiped on Neosporin rather than traditional lip gloss. A quick look in the mirror assured her that she looked damn good, bruised cheek, busted lip and all.

 

As she cleaned her room back up, she thought back to her Uncle Donnie’s arrival the night before. “I brought an evidence camera. Its digital and will print a date and time stamp automatically on each and every picture. They will be evidence not only to get a restraining order. That will definitely make it more difficult for them to keep him in school. But we’ll also have evidence just in case they try to bring something up against the Puckerman kid.” He’d taken pictures of her face, her back, and her hands. Then he’d informed her that he had an appointment at Dalton to talk to Kurt for further background. Which had forced Mercedes to call Kurt and tell him what had happened.

 

Mercedes shook off her thoughts of yesterday and focused on the present. She ran down and headed to the kitchen to grab breakfast. Her family was already present and accounted for.

 

“Don’t you look nice Mercy. I used to have an outfit just like that.” Her mother, Azalea, said placing a plate of fruit salad and bacon in front of her daughter.

 

Mercedes gave her mom a bright smile. One reason she found it so easy to stay on her diet is that her family had made the transition with her. Her father, a surgeon and her mother an oral surgeon, fully understood the need for a healthy lifestyle and backed her doctor completely. They had been telling her something similar for years. It was finally sinking in.

 

She looked around and was struck again how if one didn’t know that Uncle Donnie was her mother’s brother. One would mistake him for her father’s. Fortitude Jones and Donald Hollowell were both tall and broad shouldered men of medium brown skin tones. Each man had ready smiles and both were well educated, well spoken, and ambitious. And currently both were frowning at Mercedes.

 

“Maybe you forgot a wrap or a jacket up in your room?” Fort Began.

 

Donald picked up right where he left off. “Something to, well, camouflage the fact that while you got the Hollowell backbone, you also got the Jones top heaviness.”

 

Mercedes and Azalea shares a look. “There is nothing wrong with her outfit dear. Besides anything more would detract from the retro vibe she’s rockin.” Azalea said sensibly. “Now let the child eat her breakfast.”

 

Mercedes had to hurriedly finish her meal so she could catch her bus. One day she’s get a car. But honestly she was pretty ok with waiting until she got ready to head college. She was surprised when she got a text from Puck offering her a ride to school. She texted back saying she would like to be on time. She turned to her mom. “Puck’s offering me a ride to school.”

 

“Well have a good day dear, and invite that boy to dinner. I want to thank him for handling that bully yesterday.” Azalea teased.

 

*Come on out. I’ll get you there on early.* He promised.

 

She headed to the front of the house, and was shocked to see her uncle and father out front talking to Puck.

 

 

~Outside~

 

Puck was leaning against his truck texting Mercedes that he would make sure she got to school early, when the front door opened and two tall, suited black men came striding out. “Uh. Good Morning, sir.” He said standing. “Good morning, Mr. Jones.”

 

“Morning Noah. I understand you and my daughter are seeing each other again.” He said cordially. “This is her uncle, and as I understand it your new attorney, Donald Hollowell.”

 

“Thank you very much for coming to help me out of the mess I made. I didn’t know he was a cop. I would have still stopped him, but I probably wouldn’t have hit him.” Puck said bluntly. “My mom really wants me to go to college…and I doubt I could get in any of the places Lil Ma- I mean- I want to go with a record…even a juvie one.”

 

Donnie quirked an eye at his brother in law. He’d bet Fort later that Noah calls Mercedes Lil Mama. He also noticed that the boy’s eyes were fixed on someone, he assumed was the niece in question, as they approached. “Well from what I saw of your school records in the court documents, I believe that if we can get your record expunged you should have a good shot. You’d have a better shot if you had a better attendance record.” He chided the young man gently. “But your grades are alright.  And your extra curriculars are good, especially if you can win State this year, and your glee club makes it to at least regionals.”

 

Mercedes gave Puck a surprised, yet pleased look, as she joined them. She knew Puck was smarter than he behaved…but she had no clue that his grades reflected that. “Ok Dad, Uncle Donnie, we’ve gotta get a move on if we don’t want to be late.” She buzzed kisses on the older men cheeks, as Puck shook their hands. Puck took her backpack and chucked it into the truck’s tool box with his own, before he escorted her to her door. He opened it for her. Puck used the opportunity provided by helping Mercedes into the truck to run his hand over the smooth round curve of her butt.

 

“You have such a great ass, Mama.” He whispered before closing her door.

 

As soon as he got into his seat, he leaned over and covered Mercedes mouth with his own. The teens kissed deeply, drugging each other’s senses with reawakening passion. They broke the kiss only when breathing became an issue. “We’d better go. I know you wanna be on time.” Puck said, trying to calm his raging erection. “Damn. You taste so good. One day soon you’re gonna let taste you for real, right?”

 

Mercedes gave him a slow, sensual grin. “That’s funny. I woke up to an orgasm this morning; dreaming about you doing just that!”

 

Puck’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “If I crash, cause you made me cum in my pants; I’m gonna turn you my knee and paddle you until your sexy ass is hot.”

 

“Shoot, Puck, my sexy ass is always hot.” She responded fanning herself. The couple shared a laugh and turned the conversation to less physically stimulating topics. “So how do you want to handle school?” Mercedes asked as they made the last turn.

 

“Well first of all, as soon as we get there I’m gonna kiss the rest of that Neosporin off your lips. I’ve got some Boxer Balm in my bag. It works better and there’s no mediciny taste.” He said with a smile. “Then I’m gonna help you out the truck so I have another excuse to run my hands over you sexy body. Then we’re gonna walk in that building and let everyone know that you are so fuckin’ off the market, and so am I.”

“You know. I’m not gonna lie to you. I keep waiting for you to be like let’s just keep this on the DL or be like ‘Just Kidding’. I mean this could seriously damage your cred.”

 

“Nothing like that is going to happen.” Puck said fiercely. “You are my friend now if absolutely nothing else. I know I should have been more mature last time and dated you for real not just to get back my rep. But I guess I wasn’t mature enough then. Besides---you’d have KILLED me if I’d touched your ass back then.”

 

“Sure would have. You didn’t really know ME then. If you’d have tried something…it would have been merely for the notch on your belt.” Mercedes chuckled a bit darkly.

 

“Yeah. Shoot until you and glee I don’t think I realized that girls mattered. I mean it kinda sucks to say but if I’d been this me before---I’d have never slept with Quinn. Not while she was with Finn.” He parked quickly and turned to Mercedes. “But even though we aren’t raising her, Beth came from that so I can’t regret it. You know?”

 

“Yeah, Puck, I know. And you day, you’ll get to see her again and be happy that she’ll be able to be proud of the man you’ve become.” She said touching her lips softly to his.

 

Puck peppered her lips with a dozen featherlight kisses. Then he ran his tongue over her soft, but injured lower lip. Mercedes moaned and parted her lips, slipping her tongue out to taste his. He slid his tongue past hers, writhing it along the roof of her mouth, causing a tickling sensation that zinged through her.

 

Mercedes wrapped a hand around the back of Puck’s head. Pulling them even closer together and deepening the kiss. She almost wailed in pleasure when Puck’s hands drifted up to cup her breasts. She was so impassioned. She had never felt like this before. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and they strained against the lace of her bra and the thin cotton of her turtleneck, to be pressed into the palms of his large hands.

 

Puck groaned into the kiss. He allowed his thumbs to sweep across Mercedes sensitive buds, causing her to gasp in pleasure. He broke the kiss and slid his hands back to her waist. “God I wish I didn’t have to say this – but we’d better head into the school.” He said resting his head on her shoulder. “God you smell so fucking good though.” He whispered before kissing her again.

 

This kiss was rapidly becoming as heated as its predecessor, when a knock sounded against the window. “Um…Guys---you probably wanna get on out of the truck.” Finn said loudly enough to be heard. The couple broke the kiss and rested their heads together.

 

“He’s Right” Puck sighed. “I f’in hate him for it. But he’s right.” He opened his door quickly…smirking at Mercedes when he felt it impact Finn. Puck greeted his best friend. “Thanks for cockblocking, Finn. We needed that.”

 

Puck grabbed the two backpacks out of his toolbox and went to help Mercedes from the cab. “Lil Mama, have I told you how hot you are looking this morning. I want so bad to be your turtleneck.” He wrapped her in a hug- letting her feel how much he wanted her.

 

“Dude…I didn’t get ya’ll out of the truck just so you could hump her out here.” Finn teased. He laughed when both his flicked him off. “Come on. I want to see everyone freak out. Kurt even made me promise to send him pictures.”

 

“So take some…He’ll love this outfit.” Mercedes laughed turning to face the camera phone.

 

After a few pictures, Puck and Mercedes finally headed into the school. Stopping halfway there, Puck ran back to his truck; he rummaged in his glove box. He came back after locking the truck. “Forgot the Boxer Balm, and apparently forgot to lock the truck.” He said as he caught back up to Mercedes and Finn before they entered the school.

 

Mercedes dashed some on and smiled as Puck slipped his arm back around her shoulder. Finn played valet; opening the door for them so they wouldn’t have to break apart. The rumors of the fight had spread through the school like wildfire. But only the New Directions have even an inkling that Puck and Mercedes were Merck, or Pucedes depending on who you asked. So the rest of the students in the hall were shocked to see the school’s sexy badass walking in canoodling with the girl most people only thought of as ‘the chubby black girl’.

 

Shocked silence reigned in the hall. Until a nasty voice rang out. “Puckerman…you scraping the bottom of the barrel fucking Jones, aren’t you? What is she the last chick left in Lima for you screw?” Puck’s head swiveled towards to idiot speaking. The boy, Anthony Rashad—stood alone against his locker. Everyone around him had taken at least six steps away. The rest of the students plastered themselves against the walls. No one wanted to be between Puck and the asshole talking to him like that. But no one wanted to move and miss this.

 

Mercedes just laughed. She laughed loud and she laughed hard. Every person in the hall could see the awe in Puck’s eyes as he watched her laugh. In that instant no one present doubted that Puck’s feelings for Mercedes were real and they were deep. Far deeper than any of them even thought the boy was capable of.

 

She finally stopped laughing, “Oh please. You’re just mad that you’ve been siccing my boy, kurt, on me for month and I still wouldn’t give you the time of day if I owned Rolex.”

 

“—Ohhoooo—“ the crowd crowed.

 

“Besides, you’ve slept with almost every chick he’s been with, so what? You like taking Puck’s sloppy seconds, doncha?” Mercedes taunted. “I’ve heard all about you Anthony. You remember Amber…she was with our class in junior high. You schemed her out of her virginity…then when she got knocked up, you told the whole school that she’d slept with most of the football team. Her parents heard about that…remember, they believed you; cause their preacher’s son wouldn’t lie. Her grandparents were even more religious than her parents. They kicked her out. She was fourteen and she got kicked out of her family, following behind you and your lies. Why the hell should I believe you like me…when I wouldn’t believe you if you told me water was wet?”

 

“You snaked a fourteen year old? They should put you under the fucking jail house.” Someone yelled at the popular black football player.

 

“Whatever she was just a pussy. She wasn’t even that good. Why should I have put myself on the line for her? If she gave it up to me…who knows who all she fucked.” Anthony said crassly. “You are acting like Puckerman doesn’t do the same thing. Shit he snaked his best friend’s girl, and knocked her up.”

 

A new voice rang out. “Yes he did. He was also right there in the delivery room. He held his little girl before we gave her up to a good home. He held me as I bawled having to give her away. In my book that makes him twenty times the man you are.” Quinn said coming to stand with them.

Soon the new couple was flanked by the rest of New Direction and the tension broke. The crowd dispersed, and Finn joked. “Man, I got some great video. Kurt is gonna plotz.”

 

The rest of the day seemed positively uneventful after that. Mercedes rode the bus home after school and Puck joined her family for dinner after foot ball practice. During dinner, they discussed not only Puck’s case, and the events of the day, they also discussed the kid’s new Direction assignment. Puck knew he wanted to get Brittany to experience something edgier than her usual bubblegum pop. And Mercedes was in raptures thinking of giving Mike an Usher song. Both Puck and Mercedes were worried about what their partners might have in store for them.

 

~~Get Back Up~~

 

The next morning Puck once again gave Mercedes a ride to school. Taking every opportunity to touch her and kiss her. They walked into the school and were once again confronted with stares and whispers. But neither cared. They had each other, and they were happy. The day passed and it was time for the Wednesday glee meeting.

 

“Well you’ve had some time to consider the best songs to help broaden your partner’s horizons so who wants to go first?” Mr. Schue asked every one.

 

Of course Rachel’s hand was the very first in the air.

 

“Oh very well Rachel.” The glee director nodded at the over achieving girl.

 

“Well as you all know I was assigned Sam for my partner…I assumed that given his propensity for all things popular music, and his adoration of the very testosterone driven sport of American Football, he was probably not very familiar with the grand musical tradition of Broadway. Thus I decided to pick from the very lush history…so I chose One Song, One Glory from the modern musical Rent. I’m hoping that he will prefer to ease into growth with a more modern musical over one of the more traditional ones.”

 

Sam ducked his head. “Well it’s not as bad as I was expecting…I’ve at least seen the movie version. Guess I’ll go next. So from what I’ve seen…Rachel is hugely about the Broadway. And she doesn’t realize that there are epic divas in other categories. So I decided to give her the one artist recognized the world around as the DIVA. Aretha Franklin. So I chose A Rose is Still a Rose. Just so it would be one of her hits from within our life time. Plus my Mom LOVES this song.”  

 

Tina spoke up next. “Well Finn has been stuck in ballad hell way too long. So I thought we’d show him that you can have great music in a different genre. I chose Three Doors Down’s Kryptonite. I also picked it cause Finn always reminds me of Clark Kent.” She added with a giggle.

 

“Ok. Well for Tina, I figured I’d just go to the opposite end of the music spectrum. I tried to imagine the last genre she’d ever even listen to. So I figured Country. So I talked to my mom and she said to give her something from Reba, since Tina would have at least been exposed to Reba’s TV show. So I picked, Somebody. It’s a sweet song.”

 

“I’ll go next.” Artie said. “I had Quinn. And for her I chose Whitney Houston’s My Love is Your Love…cause she always sings soft sweet songs…so I figured maybe she could see that soft sweet girls can be a bit harsher too.”

“Okay…well for Artie, I chose my favorite group ever…I know it’s not cool to say I love Creed…but I do. So I want to ask Artie to sing My Sacrifice..

 

“Ohhhoo…Me next.” Brittany  said, hopping in her seat. “I picked Giddy on Up, Giddy on Out for Puck.” The room erupted in laughter. Lauren laughed so hard she almost fell out of her chair. Even Mercedes was laughing uproariously. Puck actually didn’t mind. As usual when Mercedes laughed really hard she sparkled and while from this angle Puck couldn’t see her eyes, he could still watch her bouncing knockers.

 

“Uh yeah. Britt brat has to sing Aerosmith. Dream On.” He said mesmerized by Mercedes jiggling breasts.

 

“Damn, Wheezy… your chest is hypnotizing.” Santana groaned. “Lauren has to sing Kesha’s We R Who We R.

 

Lauren shook her head… “Ok. Fine then Latina Queen B. you’ve got Rockstar by Nickleback.” The wrestler snarled.

 

“I’m not going last.” Mike said as he edged further away from the petite R&B Diva he’d been assigned as a partner. “Tina says Mercedes is eclectic in her music choices…so I just picked something I figure she’d rock at. Pink’s Perfect.”

 

“Great…last slot. Fine Mikey my boy. I wanna see you dance your abs off. So you have to do Usher. OMG. “I know you don’t really like to sing so this should be perfect.”

 

Mr. Schue looked around the room he saw that Puck had that glazed over look in his eye and was staring at Mercedes’ mouth in a vaguely lecherous manner. He decided that he’d better let them go before the boy attacked Mercedes right in front of everyone. Will actually chuckled to himself at the thought. “I’m going to let you guys go…you each are responsible for getting your song arranged and ready to perform on next Monday and Wednesday. See you next Week!”