What are you listening to?

Lemon felt Amon start to harden and sighed contentedly.

"God, turning you on makes me feel so good, Amon." She murmured to him quietly.

"You're so good at it, Lem." Amon whispered into her ear, his hand slipping over her hip to clench her thigh lightly.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that." Lemon whispered back. She hiccuped lightly, and Amon pulled his hand free from hers, tilting her chin toward him. There were fresh tears in Lemon's eyes, but her expression was quietly ecstatic. Amon leaned over her, brushing his lips against hers.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, Lem. Not the first time I've missed the important things right in front of me." Lemon choked back a sob, putting her cheek against Amon's and closing her eyes.

"It's *hic* okay. It was worth the wait." She said, choking back happy tears as Amon stared down at her.

"I just need to feel you. I need you to *hic* feel me. I need to know it's real, you know?" Lemon almost whimpered. There was a hint of desperation in her voice.

"I feel you, Lem." Amon murmured, laying his palm between her breasts and feeling her heartbeat. She grabbed his hand, her other one reaching down to stroke the one on her thigh.

"Touch me, Amon. I can't get enough. God, please, I want this to be real." Amon clutched his hand to her chest, his other one being led up under her skirt. Amon wasn't sure where this is all coming from for a moment. He didn't expect Lemon to have this vulnerable side to her.

Had all that confidence been a front? Amon didn't think so. She was a complicated girl, but Amon wouldn't have it any other way.

"You're here, Lem. So am I. We're here together."

"Oh, Amon..." Lemon ground backwards fiercely into Amon as she pulled his hand against her pussy. 'Wait, where are her panties?' Amon wondered, then realized she must have taken them off while Flash had him in the hallway. Lemon's hand pushed Amon's into her, rubbing the back of his before she took her hand away, trailing her fingers across her thigh.

Amon kissed Lemon's neck, gently nipping and blowing as he made his way from just under her ear to where it joined her shoulder. His hand trailed gently up and down Lemon's mound, barely touching her as he teased her lips.

Lemon, on the other hand, wasn't so easy going. Her hand reached back behind her, finding Amon's shaft straining against his pants. She pressed her hand against it, running it up and down.

"I want it, Amon. I need it. Please..." She ran her hand up to his belt, fumbling with it as she tried to undo it. Her desire made her clumsy, but she worked it out eventually.

Flash abruptly stood up, his face red. "Think I'll go make sure that guest bedroom is ready. I'll be back in... The morning. Gotta make sure it's ready..." He mumbled to himself as he walked out the door, closing it.

Amon considered the possibility that he and Lemon weren't being as quiet as they thought with the music in their ears. He was quickly distracted from this thought as Lemon unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. She wasted no time shucking down his pants and briefs, and Amon reached down to help her, quickly kicking them off to the end of the couch.

Lemon ran her hand up and down Amon's shaft a few times before reaching back and pulling her skirt up. He hissed in delight as his dick sank between her ass cheeks, and he ground his hips against her.

“Oh, yeah. I feel you, Amon. Mmmm..." Lemon moaned before she reached back. She scooted forward a bit, pulling Amon's shaft down, and when she ground back into him his dick was between her legs.

"Ooof, jesus Lem. You're so hot." Amon could feel the top of his shaft getting soaked already as it slid under her lower lips. He clutched a breast with the hand not occupied rubbing Lemon's clit, and she immediately grabbed it, using his hand to mash her breast. Lemon's other hand was occupied pushing Amon's dick against her from below.

"Put it iiiin, Amon. I need it so bad." Amon, who’d been unconsciously thrusting for a while, stilled his hips. ‘Dammit, what a time to stop taking my old man’s advice,’ he thought.

"Lem, we might... I mean, do you..?" He sighed. "I'm sorry Lem, I don't have a condom."

"I'm on the pill you bastard. Now stick your dick in me before I flip out." Lemon gasped out. She raised her hips, sticking her butt out, and Amon's next thrust almost sent him straight into her with the new angle. His dick caught at her entrance, bending slightly before popping back out.

"Ooooh, fuck yes Amon, come on." Amon buried his face in the crook of her neck, shuddering slightly. He could feel her shaking like a leaf against him, too.

"Are you sure?" Amon whispered, trying to stay as still as he could against her.

"I need you, Amon. Around me, inside me. Stop being a pussy and fuck me." Amon took a deep breath, feeling her squirm almost frantically against him.

"Okay Lem."

He ground his palm into her clit, using his fingers to line his dick up the her slippery entrance. "Mnngh!" Lemon grunted as Amon slipped into her slowly, just the tip sliding into her tight passage. He stopped there, reveling in the sensations. Ever so slowly he pushed himself in a bit more before backing out again.

"Oh, god Amon, you fucking tease. Fill me up." Lemon moaned, biting her lip until a bead of blood formed on the broken skin. Amon shuddered as he felt her tighten around him, as if trying to draw him inside through sheer willpower.

"Here we go.."

Amon thrust into Lemon, sinking a couple inches inside before meeting resistance. He burst through her hymen before he could stop himself. Lemon screeched, her body writhing against him. 'What the fuck?' Amon felt confused for a moment, before reality settled in. With a sinking feeling he stilled his hips, half buried inside Lemon.

"You lied to me, Lem." Amon’s voice was quiet, but Lemon could hear the hurt quality behind it.

"No, I didn't." Lemon gasped out, her hand reaching behind Amon and scrabbling weakly at his ass, trying to force him deeper inside her.

"You told me you weren't a virgin. How is that not lying?" Lemon shook her head wildly, squirming against him.

"I told my SISTER I wasn't a virgin. She needed to hear it, or she might have stabbed you. She's crazy." Amon realized this was true, but he still felt a little betrayed. Feeling the blood run down his shaft from her busted hymen didn’t help.

"This feels shitty. Like, I feel like you tricked me." Lemon stilled for a moment, a kernel of fear working it’s way past the lust filled barriers her reality was being filtered through to the front of her brain. She had to fix this NOW.

"Why? You wanted to have sex, so did I. So what if it's my first time?" Lemon turned her neck to look back at Amon, but he turned away.

"Your first time's supposed to be, you know, special. God knows mine wasn't, but, I feel like I lost the opportunity to do something awesome for you." Lemon grabbed Amon's chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes. There were tears there, but the expression was warm and kind and loving.

"This IS special for me. And totally awesome. I wanted you to be my first so, so much. " She kissed him lightly and sensuously. "Besides," She said, grinning, "What are you gonna do, unbreak my hym-ohgod!"

Lemon went slightly cross-eyed as Amon thrust into her, almost hilting before he bottomed out. 'Well, she's a pretty small girl.' Amon thought to himself numbly as he felt his head collide with Lemon's cervix.

"Oh, ugh, glrgah..." Lemon gurgled as Amon started thrusting his hips, less than before so he could avoid slamming her wall repeatedly. He clutched her tit as he continued rubbing her clit with his other hand. Lemon grabbed his hand on her tit in a crushing grip while her other hand reached back to run her hand over the side of his neck.

"Oh, Amon, you're filling me up. I feel like I'm gonna burst! Oh my god, oh my god..." She trailed off, lightly murmuring the phrase again and again.

Amon settled into a steady rhythm, rolling his hips to send himself in and out of her, the position too awkward to really piston it. It was tight, though. She was tighter than anyone he'd ever been with, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the position, or it being her first time, or both.

It didn't take long for Amon to feel the telltale signs that Lemon was approaching orgasm. Her earlier chanting had broken down into panting grunts, and he could feel her hips shake and twitch.

Lemon groaned loudly as Amon leaned forward to bite her collarbone lightly from behind. Her hand dug into his neck and she shrieked when Amon thrust as deeply as he could into her. When he bottomed out, he pinched her clit firmly.

Lemon bucked against him, her inner walls clenching, spasming wildly as she tipped over into orgasmic bliss. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she made guttural sounds. Amon eased up on her clit, rubbing it lightly as he rolled his hips fractionally, the base of his dick pressing into her entrance.

Eventually Lemon's orgasmic shudders dissipated, and her walls relaxed. She let go of Amon's hand on her tit, reaching down to rub the scant length of his shaft that wasn’t buried inside her.

"That was amazing, Amon. Are you close?" Lemon rasped. Amon grunted in the negative, not sure if he could frame words in his current state of mind, but far from done.

"Ehhheheheh. Stamina, my guys got it." Lemon weakly chuckled. She moved forward, sliding off Amon's dick with a sucking sound and a pop and clambered onto her knees, quickly stripping down to nothing but socks.

Amon followed suit, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside without bothering to unbutton it. He was too busy taking in what he realized was his first view of Lemon naked to care what he was doing. 'Why are naked girls in socks so hot?' Amon wondered, his dick hardening further. He wasn't surprised to see she had a runners body, tight and toned, her thighs thick for the rest of her frame but defined by the powerful muscles that hid under her skin. Amon licked his lips as she idly passed a hand over one of her breasts, on the smaller side of a c cup, a soft murmur of appreciation slipping past her lips as her fingers brushed her perky quarter sized nipple.

Lemon flopped down weakly at the end of the couch, her arms making a pillow for her head on the arm as she wiggled her ass. Amon knew it was stupid, but the only thing running through his mind at that moment was 'Dat ASS...' Like her thighs, it was packed with muscle, but that wiggle for his benefit had told him that there was just enough give for it to be heaven against him. Not that he needed the extra information, as he'd just found that out first hand a minute ago.

"Come get it, Amon." Lemon chuckled throatily. Amon practically leaped up, flopping up to his knees and waddling forward. He reached forward, running his hand up and down the puffy lips presenting themselves to him. Lemon was practically dripping, and mewled at the attention. He was surprised that Lemon wasn't a bit sore after what she'd just been through, but the thought was secondary to the heavenly sight before him and the inviting smile she was giving him.

Amon moved forward, his dick sliding under her pussy as he grasped her hips, getting a firm grip. He looked down at Lemon’s pert ass, his vision slipping down to the lips of her snatch, still a bit puffy from their earlier activity.

"Mmmmm, get in there, Amon. I feel so empty." Amon continued sliding back and forth, the top of his shaft grazing her engorged clit as he thrust. Eventually, he grasped the base of his shaft and slid the tip up and down the length of Lemon's pussy, causing her to gasp and fidget.

"God, why do you always have to tease me so much?" Lemon exclaimed, a whining note in her voice. Amon leaned over until his lips just barely brushed Lemon’s ear, causing another shudder to course through her body.

"The more you need it, the hotter it is." He whispered, nipping her ear and reveling in the low and dirty moan it coaxed out of Lemon’s throat.

Amon straightened up, sliding slowly into her, blood roaring in his ears as Lemon moaned. There was even less room in this position, as more of him could get into her with the better position of her hips. Even so, he still had an inch to go when he hit the wall, and Lemon squeaked as he thumped into it.

"G-g-god damn..." Lemon stuttered, reaching under herself to trap a nipple between her fingers as she bit the arm her head was pillowed on. Amon pulled out and slid back inside a few times experimentally, almost choking as the sensations hit him. He got a better feel for how deep he could thrust without knocking on Lemon's door, then picked up his pace.

"Gooo~" Lemon cooed around her hand, her back arching and her stomach flexing as Amon started really plowing her.

"Oh damn, Lemon, you're so tight. You feel so good..." Amon picked up his pace again, his hips almost a blur as he pistoned in and out of her. It only took a few minutes for this treatment to push Lemon over the edge again, and Amon had to grab both of her hips and hold her up as strength drained from her legs.

"Mmmmgh!" Lemon groaned into her arm, pulling on her nipple fiercely as she panted for breath. The sensation of her walls clamping down on him was getting Amon close, but he was determined to make this an experience Lemon was never going to forget.

Amon kept slowly and gently thrusting until Lemon stopped shuddering, then eased up his grip on her hips, letting her fall forward onto the end of the couch. He reached down, carefully rolling her over and sliding her back until her head was cushioned by the arm of the couch.

He leaned forward, looming over her as he looked down on her. Lemon still had a hand to her breast, rubbing and pulling her nipple as her other hand slid down to rub the gooey mess between her legs. Amon’s breath picked up unconsciously as he looked down at this girl, reveling in the pleasure he was giving her.

A small voice in the back of his head quietly asked if he’d ever get enough of it, and was answered just as quietly.

"I'm gonna go until I bust this time, Lem. You ready?" Lemon didn't answer. She just threw her knees out wider, pulling her fingers out of her snatch to snake her hand around Amon's side to his back and start pulling insistently.

Amon lowered himself down over Lemon, lining himself up and sliding in quickly. He slipped all the way down, his crotch meeting hers this time. Seems this position gave him a bit more room to play with, as he'd hoped.

"Oh, dude, you're all in there. I'm stuffed." Her eyes took on a glassy appearance. "I can't take it. Fuck me, Amon. Blow your load in me." Her hand slid down Amon's back before clawing into his ass, pulling him slightly further into her.

Amon arched his back as pain and pleasure mixed in him, grinding Lemon into the couch. He started thrusting into Lemon for all he was worth, looking down at her blissfully as her shoulders bounced against the couch arm from the force of his thrusts. Her mouth was wide open, a constant moan escaping her as her tongue lolled out of her mouth again, her eyes unfocused.

He continued thrusting as he leaned down, capturing her mouth with his. Her tongue snapped to attention, her eyes focusing on his as their tongues battled inside their mouths. Amon's dick was on fire, and he knew he wasn’t not going to last much longer as he gazed into Lemon’s sparkling eyes.. He broke off the kiss, leaning further and putting his mouth next to her ear.

"I'm gonna pop, you sure you want it inside?" Lemon bit her lip hard before she nodded feverishly.

"Do it, Amon. I wanna feel the splash, dude." Amon could feel her hips start to twitch again, and smiled in heady satisfaction. He bit her earlobe, causing her to shudder in delight again.

Amon leaned back, his hands sliding under Lemon's ass and lifting her up as he scooted his knees under her thighs, slamming their hips together. Lemon's eyes popped open wide as she cried out, her hand sliding down to her snatch where she started rubbing her clit furiously. He looked down at her, back arched, one hand on her clit while the other pinched a nipple. It was enough to send him over the edge. He thrust forward while pulling her hips into his a few more times before he held her there, shuddering.

Finally, he popped, his balls and shaft contracting as he sent rope after rope of jizz into Lemon. He could feel her go over the edge with him as the first blast coated her insides, her tired pussy milking him for all it was worth.

With a groan, Amon shot the last of his load into Lemon and collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short gasps. Lemon panted right along with him, her arms slowly flopping away from her pussy and tit as she basked, the feeling of Amon on top of her and inside of her euphoric.

"I love you, Amon." He kissed Lemon's cheek, nuzzling her lazily.

"Love you, too." Amon muttered. He suddenly stiffened slightly, surprised by his own words. 'Do I really love her?' Amon mused to himself, looking down at Lemon as she drifted off slowly. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before gingerly lifting himself off her. He slipped out of Lemon, his still half erect member glistening with an accumulation of fluids.

"Okay, I am not going to sleep with blood on my dick." Amon slipped off the couch and grabbed the blanket Flash had tossed to them off the floor, turning back to shake Lemon's shoulder lightly. "Come on, Lem. We need to take a shower before we go to bed." Lemon's eyes drifted open with a flutter.

"What, what's- oh, Amon, uh, sup?" Amon raised his eyebrows briefly, fighting down the urge to burst out laughing at Lemon’s attempt at nonchalance. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t appreciate it.

"We need to go shower, come on, get up." Lemon seemed to think about this for a while, before she reached out both arms to Amon with a smile.

"Carry me," She said with a giddy grin. Amon looked down at her with a deadpan face.

"Seriously?" Lemon just stuck her arms out further, her expression unwavering. "...You don't think you can walk, do you?"

"It feels like my hips are out of socket and my legs are made of jelly! You monster." Lemon said happily. Amon sighed, reaching down and scooping her up into a princess carry as she threw her arms around his neck.

"This is like, one of those ridiculous cliches. I don't remember you mentioning you were going to 'fuck me so hard I couldn't walk.'" Lemon chuckled weakly as Amon carried her out of Flash's room, down the hall and into the master bathroom.

"Had to make your first time special somehow, right?" Amon quipped as he set her down on the sink counter. She winced slightly from the pressure on her abused anatomy and the cold porcelain.

Amon walked into the shower, starting the water at a medium heat, then walked back out to Lemon. She stretched her arms out to him and he picked her back up, walking into the shower and stepping under the water.

"Oh, I'm going to hate you tomorrow, Amon." Lemon murmured as the water cascaded over them. Amon leaned down, setting Lemon on her feet and supporting her as she wobbled on shaky legs.

"You loved me a few minutes ago. Girls are so flighty." He said with a sigh. Lemon blushed, her expression embarrassed as she leaned into Amon and hid her face in his chest.

"That, that was post-coital Lemon. She's a sappy dope that can't keep her mouth shut." Lemon pushed Amon slightly so she could stick her head under the water. He nodded slightly as he held Lemon up, rubbing his chin.

"I liked her. Guess I'll have to spend more time with her." Amon grabbed a bottle of shampoo off the shelf inside the shower as Lemon spluttered at him, lathering up his and Lemon's hair. "You... Have a lot of hair, Lemon." Amon muttered inanely as he attempted to wash it with one hand.

"Yup, accentuates the headbanging, dude." Lemon added a hand to her hair, and they finished washing and rinsing it in fairly quick order. Amon couldn’t help getting hard again as Lemon pressed against him, still needing an arm around her for support. Her skin rubbed against his and he sighed contentedly as he traded out shampoo for body wash, squirting some into Lemon's free hand before rubbing a handful into his chest to lather it up.

They washed themselves and each other, scrubbing whatever was in reach.

Lemon paid a bit more attention to Amon's crotch than was technically necessary, but Amon was just as guilty while spending time on her ass.

"I can't believe you're hard again. Just gotta say, THAT is not going inside me again tonight. Weren't you satisfied?" Lemon pouted. Amon leaned next to her ear and whispered lustily.

"Never..." He then leaned back and laughed at the flustered look plastered on Lemon's face by the corny line.

"That should be stupid, not fucking hot." Lemon whimpered, turning her head away. Amon stayed silent, gently turning her face toward his and kissing her. That went on for a while, a little playful groping interspersed, but Lemon was too worn out and Amon knew it.

He finished washing them both off with Lemon's help, and after rinsing them he turned the shower off. He picked Lemon up, bringing her back to the sink counter and setting her down. She shivered slightly on the cold counter as Amon rummaged in a closet for some towels. Finding them after a minute, he tossed one to Lemon to sit on and one to dry herself off with, while taking one for himself.

"Mmm, I feel better Amon. I don't wanna think about how I'd be doing tomorrow if we hadn't." Amon finished drying off, then walked over to Lemon, sliding between her knees. He leaned into her and she wrapped her arms around him, chuckling as his persistent erection poked into her stomach.

"Tomorrow... Is going to be a long day." Lemon stroked Amon's back, resting her head against his chest.

"Yeah, we're gonna need to figure a lot of things out. But I don't wanna think about all that bullshit right now. Can't we just, like, be happy tonight?" Lemon sniffled lightly, and Amon lifted a hand and laid it on her head, stroking gently.

"Yeah, I like the sound of that." Amon lifted Lemon off the counter again, which she protested.

"Dude, I think I can walk now. You don't have to keep carrying me around." Amon just kept walking down the hall. He looked straight forward when he replied.

"You're right." Lemon thought about that for a while before she blushed, snuggling further into Amon's arms. They made their way back to Flash's room and Amon set Lemon back on the couch, grabbing the blanket they were provided and settling in next to her.

"Want to talk? Or listen to some music?" Amon asked quietly, getting a gentle shrug form Lemon.

"I don't care, I just wanna get comfy with you, Amon." She looked to the side, her expression embarrassed. Amon snatched up his iPod, just in case, and settled into the couch. Lemon sprawled on top of him and he pulled the blanket over them.

They talked. About running, music, school, whatever. They talked just to talk. Lemon confessed her secret love of a certain band...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6Mwxq2auyU&list=RDsHHoJTrdrjE&index=7

...Amon made fun of her.

Eventually he told her his own deep, dirty secret...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dye5BmmEdco

Amon received his ration of shit, but they eventually curled up together, Amon's shameful playlist lulling them to sleep.