Author's Note

Well, here comes the first time this story earns it's mature rating. It also commemorates the first mature content I've put on this site, so I hope it's at least passable.

Chapter 3

That sultry tone Amon had been hearing in Lemon's laugh all day crept into her voice, and the look she gave him was a heavy-lidded smirk. Amon's heartbeat kicked up a notch, and he clutched Lemon's thigh in reflex, causing her to bite her lip. Lemon leaned in to Amon's neck, nibbling playfully as she started to unbutton his shirt for easier access to his skin.

'Sh-shit, so fucking hot.' Amon thought, his hand rubbing slow circles on Lemon's thigh as his other hand slowly inched toward her chest. When he made contact with the front of her uniform she mewed lustily, biting Amon's neck a little harder.

Lemon had Amon's shirt mostly unbuttoned by now, and she was playing her fingers up and down his ribs, causing him to shiver. Amon traced his fingers hesitantly across Lemon's breasts before slowly moving his fingers to the buttons of her blazer. His fingers shook slightly before he took a deep breath, steadying them and popping the buttons open one by one. She immediately leaned forward, stripping the blazer off and tossing it aside before leaning back into him. Lemon finished unbuttoning Amon's shirt, her hand running over his flat stomach before moving down to his lower belly, her nails digging in as she moved her hand just above the waist of his pants.

Amon slipped a hand over Lemon's blouse, squeezing her breast lightly. He was immediately aware that she wasn't wearing a bra, and could feel her perky nipple straining against his palm through the fabric. As his other hand wandered slowly up Lemon's thigh, slipping under her skirt and starting to run lightly over her inner thigh, the hand on her breast trapped her nipple between it's middle and ring finger.

He rubbed her breast in slow circles, gently squeezing occasionally and drawing a pleased gasp from Lemon. She was panting now, too distracted to continue nuzzling Amon's neck, but the heavy hot breaths were just as sexy to him as the tongue and teeth.

Lemon slipped her other arm around behind Amon's back under his shirt. She reached up over his shoulder and dug her nails into him as her other hand kept running over his waist, finally slipping under the fabric of his pants. Amon grunted, his hands jerking in surprise. This caused Lemon to groan into his neck as his hand squeezed her breast a bit harder than he had been.

'Well, this isn't where I thought today was going to put me.' Amon thought inanely as his hand ran the rest of the way up Lemon's thigh and encountered her panties. He moved his hand lightly up the front of them before slipping the bottom of his palm under the band at the top. His fingers curled, flexing as he moved them across the flesh above Lemon's pussy. She groaned again, her breath catching as she felt Amon stimulate her. Without any more hesitation, she plunged her hand into Amon's pants, her fingers immediately encountering the top of his half-erect rod. Lemon's hand slid down his shaft, pushing it slightly to the side as she trapped it between her palm and his thigh, her middle and ring finger curling over the tip and squeezing as she rubbed her hand up and down.

It was Amon's turn to groan as he felt his dick fill with blood, his hand squeezing Lemon's breast hard as he slid his other hand down her mound, a finger on either side of her lower lips, causing them to curl apart. He squeezed his fingers together, pinching the lips lightly between them. She was already wet, and his fingers were coated in the juices that oozed out.

"Uungh... Shit, Amon." Lemon rasped out, her voice cracking on his name. She bit down on his collarbone while her fingers curled around his shaft, jerking up and down erratically. Amon gave her breast another squeeze before he moved his hand down to his waist, undoing his belt and popping the button on his jeans. He slowly slid the fly down to give Lemon easier access, flinching slightly at the unfortunately distinctive sound it made, but far too involved in what was happening to let that stop him.. As he moved his hand back up, he switched to her other breast, pinching the poor neglected nipple then palming it and squeezing.

Lemon grunted into his collarbone before she withdrew her hand from his pants, grabbing the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down to let his rod into the light. Getting an idea suddenly, Amon grinned as he flexed his groin while she did this, causing his dick to pop up and slap into his stomach with an audible smack.

Lemon's eyes opened wide in surprise, and she looked up at his face gazing down at her with a smirk on his lips. She turned her head with a gulp, looking down at his crotch. Amon wasn't hung like a horse or anything, but his shaft was a little bit shy of eight inches. Lemon licked her lips nervously, slipping her hand around the base of his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it with a little room to spare. As soon as she had her hand around his dick, Amon hooked a finger into Lemon's wet entrance. It slid in easily, the slippery tunnel gripping his digit as he ran it firmly back and forth over the top of her vaginal wall.

Lemon gasped, doubling over with a moan as her grip on Amon's dick became like a vice. He grunted, pulling her back upright with the hand on her breast, and leaned down to kiss her neck, alternatively nipping and blowing.

Amon slipped another finger inside Lemon and continued to slowly frig them in and out, occasionally flexing them this way or that, the tips digging into her walls lightly. Lemon moved her hand from his shoulder, bringing it up to her mouth and biting a knuckle to keep from crying out as her other hand started stroking up and down Amon's shaft. Getting an idea, Amon took his hand off Lemon's tit to a mewling protest. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPod, plugged in the earbuds that were still stuck in their ears and queued up a song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dm_5qWWDV8

He then ran his hand back up Lemon's side and slipped it between the buttons of her shirt, massaging her breast. Lemon mewled into her hand as she jerked her other one up and down Amon's shaft. Pausing for a moment, she brought her hand up to her mouth and worked up some saliva, spitting it into her palm and bringing it back down to Amon's cock.

Amon's back straightened up with a gasp as Lemon coated his shaft with her saliva, her fingers now gliding easily up and down it as she picked up speed. He pulled his fingers out of Lemon, again accompanied by her mews of protest, and hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs. Lifting her right leg out of them, then continuing to lift it, he brought it out from under the table and lay it down on top of it. Her leg knocked over a Ketchup bottle, but Amon ignored this as his hand ran sensually up the length of her leg before plunging back inside her.

"Oh my God, Amon." Lemon whimpered into her hand as Amon pistoned his fingers into her snatch. Lemon's legs started jerking every once in awhile, a sign to Amon that she was close to the edge. He looked down as Lemon tried to keep a steady rhythm up as she ran her hand up and down his shaft, but the little electric jolts that were shooting up her spine were making it difficult to keep coordinated.

Amon leaned down, kissing the hand that lemon had shoved into her mouth, and she moved it aside. She cupped his cheek as he kissed her hungrily. At the same time, Amon plunged his fingers deep inside her and pinched her clit, which he'd been avoiding up to this point, between his thumb and the palm of his hand.

Amon wriggled his fingers inside Lemon, his thumb rubbing her clit quickly but lightly as her legs shot straight out. Her leg under the table smashed into the bottom of the bench on the other side of the booth from them, but she didn't even notice as she shrieked into Amon's mouth. Her hips twitched in time to her pussy clenching Amon's fingers, her hand gripping around his dick but her motion stopped as she rode out her orgasm. all the while Amon's thumb continued to rub her clit lightly until her hips relaxed. Her leg that was on the table dropped back onto it with a thump and rattle, and she sagged back, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she broke off the kiss with Amon to throw her head back against the booth.

"Dude, you fucker. That was, just, wow. I haven't got off like that in ages." Lemon turned back into Amon and lay her head against his chest, looking up with a tired but happy smile on her face. She continued to stroke Amon lightly, her fingers fluttering as she went up and down. After a minute or two, her breath steadied and she looked up into Amon's smiling face.

"My pleasure, Lemon..." Amon murmured, slowly bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them one by one while Lemon watched. Her eyes widened in her flushed face, and she licked suddenly dry lips as she watched Amon seem to savor the taste. 'Fuck, that's crazy hot...' Lemon thought, a manic grin starting to form on her face as she licked her lips again, this time in anticipation.

"Your turn, dude." She muttered as she climbed onto the bench seat, turning her ass away from Amon and settling her knees onto the bench cushion. She leaned over his groin, lowering her face slowly over his shaft as she sucked in a bit of excess saliva threatening to drip out of the corner of her mouth. She absently reached a hand into her blouse, clutching her tit and teasing a nipple as she kissed Amon's tip.

"Oh fuck..." Amon groaned out as Lemon popped his head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. Amon leaned over and flipped her skirt up onto her back before reaching around and sliding his fingers up and down her snatch, causing Lemon to mewl a bit. Slipping another couple inches down Amon's shaft, her tongue rubbed the side of it, pushing the opposite side into the roof of her mouth. Her hand stroked the bottom of Amon's rod with her thumb and two fingers, while her ring and pinkie finger curled up under his balls, pressing into his root.

Amon lay his head back against the booth, his breath coming in short puffs. He slid his fingers against Lemon's lower lips, eventually slipping his middle and pointer inside, making a patting motion as he dragged them against the bottom of her walls every time he pulled out. Lemon moaned a bit into Amon's shaft at this treatment, sliding down further until his head hit the back of her throat. With a 'Gluck!' sound, she pulled back off Amon's length, coughing a little.

"Yeah, didn't think that was happening..." She shot Amon an apologetic look, her face crimson from exertion and embarrassment, then slid back down. Lemon's tongue swirled around Amon's head, her hand picking up speed as she sucked on his shaft, bobbing up and down about an inch at a time.

Amon picked up speed too, his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy as his breath started coming in ragged gasps. He was close, but he could feel the telltale signs from Lemon as well as her pussy started to shudder under his ministrations. Amon stroked his free hand down Lemon's shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

"I'm gonna pop soon, Lem." She pulled off his shaft for a second, gasping for air and looking up at him with a strained smile, her eyes slightly glazed over. Amon almost lost it right there as he looked down at Lemon, panting in almost frantic lust and knowing he was the cause. He grit his teeth as Lemon lapped the full length of his rod, suckling onto the head for a moment before letting it out of her mouth with a lewd 'pop!'

"Me too, Amon. Go for it." She said happily, her voice still breathy and hushed and driving Amon crazy. Her eyes locked with his, Lemon took him in her mouth again, slowly moving down his shaft until he felt his tip bump into the back of her throat again. As he watched Lemon's eyes crinkle happily while he felt her tongue whip back and forth over his shaft, a rushing feeling went through his brain.

Knowing he had to do something fast or he might be too preoccupied to get her off, he pulled his fingers out of Lemon. He immediately popped his thumb in, the side of his pointer finger rubbing against Lemons clit as his thumb squeezed her vaginal wall right behind it. As Lemon started to buck through her second orgasm, Amon smiled in satisfaction before he went over the edge.

His first shot hit the back of Lemon's throat, causing her to cough. She pulled all the way off Amon's shaft until only the head was still in her mouth, sucking for all she was worth. Amon groaned out loudly as he shot his load into Lemon's mouth, ropes of cum splattering the inside of her cheeks and tongue before she happily swallowed. He clapped his free hand to his mouth halfway through, but, that had been loud.

'Shiiit." Amon blanked out a bit as he jerked his hips, his dick thrusting a few inches into Lemon's mouth. His thumb popped out of Lemon's still shuddering snatch, but he kept the presence of mind to keep rubbing a finger over her clit until her orgasm subsided. Still swirling her tongue around Amon's head, Lemon sucked lightly to get the last of Amon's jizz out and swallowed a few times. She squeezed her nipple fiercely before pulling her hand out of her blouse and pushing Amon suddenly.

With a squawk he slumped over, Lemon turning him so he would land on the bench on his back. She lifted Amon's right leg off the floor, swinging it up on the bench and clambering onto him on weak knees before she slumped down, nuzzling into his neck.

"I think I'm gonna pass out, dude. That was fucking crazy..." Lemon trailed off, and Amon could tell she'd done just as she said. Amon threw an arm around her and the other across his eyes.

'A nap sounds like a good idea...' Amon muzzily thought as his breathing deepened. He adjusted lazily to get more comfortable, the warmth of Lemon's bare skin against his relaxing him immensely, then nodded off as well.

* * *

Amon woke up to a hand on his shoulder, shaking him none too gently.

"Hssst! Wake up you two! We're closin' in ten minutes and my manager's gettin' antsy about this booth bein' closed for the past hour." Amon recognized the voice as Noon. He opened his eyes blearily to see her upside-down face inches from his, red as a tomato.

'Oh my fucking god, we fell asleep.'

Amon lurched up, almost slamming his face into Noon's as she pulled her head back through the curtain just in time. His sudden movement upset Lemon's precarious balance on top of him and she squawked, flailing a bit before she regained her equilibrium. Amon blinked, trying to figure out how bad this was. From where he was sitting, he thought he would've had the same view Noon had when opening the curtain.

'Okay, Lemon was on top of me, so she didn't get an eye full of my Johnson, although, she could probably tell my belt was off and my pants were unzipped...' Amon looked down at lemon, who was blearily rubbing her eye. 'Skirts down, that's good...' As Amon looked further down, he noticed that Lemon's panties were still wrapped around her left ankle, plain to be seen.

Amon glared angrily at the betraying pair of briefs. Lemon caught the look, and turned to see what had got him so mad. Even without seeing her face, Amon noticed the red creep up the side of her neck as she blushed furiously, patting her skirt as if to confirm the panties were, indeed, hers.

"Oh my fucking god, dude, we fell asleep..." Lemon reached down, sticking her sneakered foot through the open leg hole in her panties and pulling them up hurriedly.

"I know I know I know shit shit shit..."Amon mumbled as he helped Lemon clamber off him. They both took a few moments to make themselves decent, Lemon all the while cursing under her breath.

"Who saw us, Amon?" Lemon looked over to him with a pensive expression on her face as she buttoned her blazer the rest of the way up. The sick look of anxiety was plastered all over her face.

"I dunno, I think just Noon. From what I can tell, she didn't see anything. Well, she probably noticed your panties, so I doubt we're gonna be able to convince her we were just napping in here." To Amon's surprise, Lemon looks relieved.

"Oh, Noon found us? That's good, she won't rat us out. She's my sister, after all." Amon paused in buttoning his shirt up. He stared at her for a few seconds, buttons forgotten as he tried to process what he'd just heard

"Umm, did I hear you right? Did you just say Noon is your sister? The same Noon that at this moment probably thinks we were fucking in here?" The blood slowly drained from Amon's face. Images flashed before his eyes of a maniacally grinning Noon, apron already splashed with gore as she brandished a borrowed kitchen knife at him.

"Well, she wouldn't be too far off, eh dude? I think that was a pretty good session of 'everything but'." Lemon chuckled, reaching over to finish buttoning up Amon's shirt for him. He just continued to stare at her dumbly, wondering if the pain in his stomach was the anxiety he was feeling, or some kind of phantom pain from the future as the wounds Noon would inflict on him manifested themselves in his psyche.

"But, I mean, she's your sister...?" Amon said weakly, to which Lemon just shrugged, pulling Amon into a passionate kiss. Amon only managed a few seconds of shock before he instinctively reciprocated. He felt like all the fervor of their earlier play was somehow encapsulated in the kiss, his fingers twining in her hair until they eventually broke apart, both panting as they rested their foreheads against the others. Lemon eventually looked up into Amon's eyes, a guilty smile flitting across her lips.

"I warned her that if I finally got with you, she was gonna be the first one to know, and that I wouldn't be able to help myself. If she wasn't okay with this, we woulda never got seated." Lemon started nervously tracing her finger on Amon's chest. "Umm, silly question, but, YOU'RE okay with this, right?" Amon pondered that for a few seconds.

"Well, there are a few weird points, and this whole school rivalry thing is going to piss me off endlessly, I'm sure. No deal breakers, yet, though." Amon smiled down at Lemon's beaming face before he grabbed her hand and pulled her along as he exited the booth. Lemon steered Amon over to the register where her apparent sister was standing, a look of apprehension on her face as she twisted a cloth napkin in her hands.

"That'll be fifty-five seventy-eight, kids." Amon nods, pulling out his debit card and handing it to her. Noon didn't meet his eyes as she focused on ringing them up. She swiped the card, then paused, musing to herself. "I'm not sure what to charge for this last item on the bill, though." Amon looked at Noon quizzically.

"What's that?" He asked innocently. Suddenly, Noon's fist was wrapped up in the front of Amon's shirt as she pulled him right into her face.

"My sister's virginity, you scumbag." Noon snarled, eyes searing into him. Taken aback, all Amon's previous fears seemed to crash down on him as the woman started shaking him violently by the collar. Thankfully, he was saved by Lemon's arm snaking around him and pulling her sister off. Noon grunted as Amon staggered back, tearing her arm out of Lemon's grip as she focused on the girl.

"Ease up, buttercup! I haven't been a virgin for years, and Amon didn't stick his dick in me. Well, I mean, technically he did, but not in my twat. He used other things for that. Like, really well, too. Still a bit weak in the knees, heh." Lemon grinned ruefully at Noon, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, seeming to be trying to work out the stiffness in her hips.

Noon and Amon looked on, jaws dropped as Lemon started doing squats. Never taking her eyes off Lemon, and without a word, Noon handed Amon his card and a receipt. Shaking his head slowly, Amon scribbled in the needed sections and handed the slip back. He left a big tip. 'They might need to replace that booth cushion, after all.' He turned around and hustled Lemon out the door, although Lemon turned to wave at Noon as they left.

"Later, Noon! Say hi to mom and dad for me!" Noon just nodded slowly as the two students double-timed it out the door, leaving her staring.

"You are really one of a kind, aren't you?" Amon shook his head with a laugh, heading out onto the street with Lemon in front of him. However, he almost bowled her over as she drew up short in front of him.

"Shit, this isn't good." Lemon muttered as they watch a few boys in Crystal Prep uniforms push off the wall of the Cafe. Amon was more concerned with the tear-streaked face of the girl from earlier, who nodded to the boys as they glance over at her. She gave Amon a nasty smile as the boys all turned toward him, muttering and cracking their knuckles.

"Umm, hey guys. I don't know what's going on here, but, I'm sure we can work this out. We're all reasonable people, right?" Amon's heart dropped as the boys ignored him, continuing their advance. Suddenly, the door to the Cafe burst open and an irate Noon stalked out.

"Get the hell out of here you goons!" She yells, sounding more like a drill sergeant than the nice mid-western waitress she had earlier. The boys staggered back under the verbal barrage. Nodding confidently, she turned to Amon. "I mean you, too! Go chase my sister, it's about time you had a turn."

Amon blinked, then tipped an imaginary hat to Noon before turning tail and sprinting away. He saw Lemon jogging in place at the end of the block, motioning for him to hurry up. The Crystal Prep boys turned away from Noon to see Amon almost catch up to Lemon as she rounded the corner at the end of the block and lurched into a run, pursuing them. Noon caught the eye of the other girl after watching the boys gallop off.

"Veela, if you don't smarten up, you're going to come to a bad end over this sort of thing." She snorted, almost seeming like twin puffs of steam billowed out of her nostrils like some cartoon bull before walking back into the Cafe. She left Veela standing on the sidewalk, a thoughtful expression on her face as she wiped away the crocodile tears.