A/N: Hello all. Ever since I saw Amber's post of her in the dress I have been thinking about writing this. I quickly jotted this down last night because I promised myhiggins25 I would. lol. I plan to make this a short series. Anywhere between (3-4) one-two shots of situations where Sam and Mercedes "have it out" about this dress. I hope that makes sense. Let me know if you like it, so that I will continue. There is a part two to this which should be up by Thursday. Forgive any errors. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading. Please follow, favorite, and review.

Puck and Sam had just arrived at the Art Exhibit. He was really hoping to move some of his older work. The recession had even the rich rethinking their spending habits, but Sam wouldn't dwell on that. He was here to mingle and charm the buyers. He had just finished speaking with a client explaining how the splash of yellow could be interpreted as a mixture of envy and Joy, when Puck walked up to him enthusiastic. He had spotted his prey for the night, and he was hoping to have his wing man run interference. He was telling Sam all about the blonde with green eyes, when his attention was stolen and his words drifted off. He had forgotten his previous curiosity trading for what he described to be an ebony Goddess.

"Damn…look at sexy mama to the right. Wow and her friend is hot. I knew 'the hotness' travelled in packs," Puck said.

Sam turned to look at Puck's distractions. He saw two women conversing, but his eyes strayed over to the chocolate Goddess. She was wearing a dress made of pure sin. It was a navy sleeveless, low cut, fitted dress that stopped just above her knee. She completed the look with a pair of sexy red heels and bag. "Sexy mama indeed," he said mirroring Puck's reaction. Just then a cute blonde pulled her brunette friend away leaving her ripe for the picking.

Puck sped over to the woman cutting Sam off at the knees. Sam mumbled expletives running his hand through his dirty blonde strands. "Snooze you lose," he said before turning away from the scene. He couldn't bear to see Puck get the girl. She was so sexy. The material stretched at the width of her hips and down those thick thighs. He was physically pained at the thought of Puck getting between them. Puck was quite popular with the ladies, and he was convinced he would succeed. He was contemplating how he would go about ending his lifelong friendship when he felt a presence behind him.

It wasn't long before Puck come strolling back over to his friend having struck out with the woman. "Man her girlfriends flanked her so fast I almost got whiplash. That Latina one was mean. Wow I really didn't expect that to come out of such a tiny little thing. Her tongue is brutal," Puck complained.

Sam couldn't converse with his friend. If he said a word to him, his happiness would seep out betraying his conscious. He was overjoyed at Puck striking out with the woman that incited madness, not only in his loins, in his thoughts. He spent a great deal of time coming up with ways to approach her without totally embarrassing himself. He was a bit of a nerd, complete nerd, at times. He would be himself, but he didn't want to strike out. He needed her number like he needed his next sip of air, so when she turned locking eyes with him, he took that as his sign to approach.

Mercedes had been drug out to this Art exhibit by her friends with a promise of drinks and a good time. She could appreciate art, but she would much rather be out on the dance floor shaking her booty to the latest club banger. She was finally out of the funk resulting from her last break up, and she just wanted to turn up. She sighed, thinking we're here to support our girl Shelly so suck it up.

Britts pulled Santana off to meet someone leaving her standing there vulnerable. A Rico suave type walked over to where she stood and her B.S. meter rang like the warning bell at school. She ran her hands through her hair and her Trouble Tone sisters were at her side with quickness. He started to talk, but was cut off immediately by a slithering Satan. She walked around him sizing him up before saying, "Look Loser, we don't need your name… we don't wish to know you. You wanna know why? It's because you're a loser. I can smell it on you. Your dick is one stroke away from the skin being permanently frayed, and we don't need your loser stink on us. Get away from my girl!"

"Dang, Santana that was harsh," Mercedes said.

She simply shrugged, and pulled them over to the bar. They ordered drinks falling back into conversations. They had been talking amongst themselves for what seemed like hours. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Santana had been giving me the nod to look in the other directions, but I kept missing whatever she wanted me to see. Finally she said, "The guy over in the suit, with the trouty lips, has been checking you out all night." She followed her gaze locking eyes with the handsome stranger.

The group had that hot trio thing going on. They were multi ethnic each having a different personality. He had been watching the group closely. They were very comfortable with one another. He wondered if they were into that Polyandrous thing. He quickly exorcised that thought from his mind. It would be excruciatingly disappointing if that turned out to be true because it would mean he couldn't have her, and he simply had to have her all to him. Time seemed to fly by and the trio looked as if they were preparing to leave. Deciding it was now or never, he threw caution to the wind. He approached her bold complementing her beauty. "Hello, gorgeous! My name is Sam Evans…I'm a little embarrassed. I have to admit I have been watching you all night, and only now have assembled the courage to approach. I apologize for that sincerely. Assuming you would have given me the time, we could have spent it getting to know each other. May I ask your name," he said. He held out his hand for her to shake.

She smiled before accepting his hand and greeting. "Hello, my name is Mercedes Jones. It's nice to meet you Sam Evans.

They had been dating for 6 months when they decided to move in together officially. It just made sense because she stayed there every night. Even though they shared a bed, they weren't having sex. She said something about waiting on God, marriage, or something like that. He was completely enraged by her revelation causing him to leave briefly before returning and exclaiming his love. With a little self-pleasure he could live without sex, but he couldn't live without her. He told her so leaving out the self-pleasuring aspect of it. Even though he thought about stroking himself, he hadn't done it. He could recall the day that all changed, and of course the dress was involved.

He remembered the day he caved and started his nightly ritual. It was a heavy blow finding out they were waiting until marriage because her body excited him, taunting him day in and day out. He honestly didn't know how he would survive. He had a smile on his face thinking about the night they met as the water spray down on his head. He tried to make his thoughts retreat, but it was too late. He was already remembering her in the dress. His dick shot to attention hardening to a degree no human could withstand. Did abstaining mean he couldn't get rid of it himself? He wasn't sure.

Man, she got me tripping; I've never needed permission to rub one out before, he thought. He knew it was the only way he could survive. He hadn't done it in the last two months because of their abstinence agreement. Now, his tip was purple and screamed for the release he could no longer deny. The tips of his fingers grazed the head of his throbbing manhood and he recoiled from the touch. The intensity was too great and it shocked his sensitive instrument. The second touch was less of a surprise and yet pleasurable. He stroked up and down the length of him. With each pass he slid his fingertips along the vein underneath his cock upwards to his slit. It didn't take long for the pressure to build, and he couldn't stand still. His feet begin to move about in the shower as he quickened his strokes. A surprising moan escaped his lips, and he couldn't care to disguise it. The dress was all he could think about. He remembered how it stretched across her backside and his hips thrust into his fist. He was so close he could feel the stirring in his balls. He needed to come like his life depended on it. He remembered the first time he squeezed those cheeks during one of their heavy make out sessions and that was it. He squirted his thick rope like cum onto the shower walls, screaming Mercedes name followed by a stream of expletives.

He sighed heavily as his body began to calm down. His legs buckled as he exited the shower. He hadn't released in, what felt like, forever, and the explosion was a shock to his system. He leaned on the counter hearing Mercedes stir about the room. Realizing she most likely heard him crying out caused him to grin mischievously at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't care who heard him. It wasn't something that could be helped. He loved his woman's mind, body, and voice. In fact he hoped she heard him screaming her name in pleasure because once they married she would be hearing it up close and personal.

Sam was awakened from his thoughts by the sound of the shower being shut off. It had been two years since he met her, and had been married for 9 months. He was crouched over the bed, resting on his hands, staring down at the dress Mercedes intended to wear, with a hint of anger and excitement. Each time he saw the dress, it caused him to take a trip down memory lane. He always started with the moment they met, and ended with whichever instance they were about to fight over. She knew that he opposed her wearing the offending piece of clothing when she was going out unescorted by him. His dick was hard, but he was angry.

She came out of the bathroom sporting a white cotton towel and a lecherous grin. Her hair was pulled up into a loose bun exposing her neck. In one fell swoop he ripped the towel from her body. He licked his lips appreciating her body before he pulled her over to the bed falling back.

He pulled her onto his face feeling her juices drip onto his awaiting tongue. She leaned back giving him a full view of neatly trimmed cunt. Unable to stop himself, he watched as some of her juices spilled down her rear hole. Leaping into action, he spread her cheeks wide catching the drop threating to spill onto his chest. His tongue circled, licked, and darted around the straw sized opening causing more juices to spill from her pussy, which he in turn drank greedily.

She was babbling incoherently by the time he spread her slick folds. He shook his head as he buried his tongue deep into her waiting cavern. She began riding his face thrusting furiously into him as she shouted out in agony. He was driving her to the brink. He gave her bottom a few punishing smacks as he grunted against her opening. She grabbed at her heavy breast rolling her nipples roughly between her short fingers. Her toes curled as his tongue scraped against her walls before he circled her pearl sucking it tautly into his mouth. Her leg twitched as she rocked back and forth. She fell fast and hard over the cliff of ecstasy leaning forward rolling over onto her back. She rocked from side to side legs pulled to her chest trying to contain the shock surging through her.

When she finally calmed herself, she opened her eyes roaming from his face to his stiff cock. He lay still, so it was easy for her to straddle him kissing from his lips down his chest and abs. She could tell he was still upset about her plan to wear the dress, so she pressed all the spots that would make him more amenable. She nibbled and sucked the path leading to her destination eliciting involuntary groans of pleasure from him. She kissed down his thighs before settling comfortable between his firm thighs. It was then she licked from his balls straight up until her tongue reached the tip of his slit. She darted her tongue across it a few times holding onto the base of him. He let out a moan of appreciation, and she rewarded him with a few laps around the head of his cock. She sucked him into her mouth as they heard the bell ring followed by pounding on the door. He cursed!