Small Amount of Lemon

Chapter 8: Don't Sell Me Short

Keith

I woke early the next morning to the sound of angry voices. The door greatly muffled them, but it was obviously Peggy and my Tamara arguing. I could feel my lady's distress and it upset me. Moisturizing my skin and pulling on my clothes, I opened the door to see what was happening, only to run smack dab into Tammy. She was in her night T-shirt from yesterday. Her hair was wet and it looked like she'd done her own hair while crying and fighting with her sister this morning. Without a word to me, she set up her hair dryer. Peggy appeared in her doorway. She looked at me furiously, crossed the room, and pulled the cap off her sister's head. Apparently, this argument was ongoing.

"See? You see? I knew that I should have come home yesterday! Now that he's gotten what he wanted from you, he's on his way out the door! How could you be so stupid as to-"

"No," I thundered over her. That brought both women up short. "You don't get to use her as your whipping boy. You don't get to throw me into your argument as a means to shame your sister. What we shared yesterday meant something and I was not 'on my way out the door'. I didn't want to complicate matters by coming to my lady's defense buck-naked. I planned to invite her to watch my band practice at two this afternoon before making love to her again this morning and you've ruined that for her. You've taken the wonderful gift she gave me last night and turned it into a source of shame for her. That is unacceptable!"

Silence reigned for a time. Then…

"See what happens when you don't check your facts, sis?" a voice sounded out. Laughter rang out from the phone and I seized it from Peggy. Three women were on the line. Women who I recognized from the picture my lady showed me yesterday at the Protein Palace.

"Ooh! Peggy, you didn't tell us Tammy's boyfriend was a demigod! No wonder she gave it up to him," another of the women on the line exclaimed excitedly. "I'm Sandra Highlander Saunders. You must be the boyfriend, Keith. And this lovely lady is my fiancée, Tatiana. Thank you for giving my little sister the time of her life last night. She deserves only the best as she is the best of us."

"My name is Teenu Amanda Saunders. I'm Tammy's oldest sister. I was ready to give you a piece of my mind for ruining my sister. But hearing you defend her like that... You have my approval. For now. Hurt my little sister and I don't care how big and bad you think you are. I will buy a ticket to California just to kick your ass!"

"Tee-Tee…" Tammy whispered with tears in her eyes. They were obviously happy tears, though, so I didn't mind them.

"Alica Winnifred Wittman, formerly Saunders," Alica said delicately. "Hurt my sister and die. I'm so glad you can see the value of her."

"Hmph! If we're using full names, I'm Peggy Warmonger Saunders and I won't let you devastate my little sister. Yes, she's the baby of the family. And yes, we all dote on her. But she's also something very special. You and your fighter buddies had better recognize that and treat her right!"

"Keith Genghis Rochester," I introduced myself formally. "I'm not one to run games on women. I don't need to; they come to me in droves. But since I first saw your sister, I've been hooked on her. I know very well that she's something very special. She's the beauty who tamed my beast."

A chorus of 'awwww' in different tones sounded out on the line. My lady looked ready to mate me on the spot. Even Peggy looked somewhat impressed. With a middle name like 'Warmonger', I knew I had a long road to get into her good graces.

In the meantime, I set the phone on the vanity and decided to hold my hand out to my woman and see if I'd healed the hurt from this morning. She bounced onto her bed and into my arms. More comments about how adorable we were together sounded out.

"How about breakfast, Sweetling? We can sit and talk and then get ourselves tested for STDs. You can come to my band's rehearsal this afternoon. Maybe make love at my place tonight?" She blushed at me putting it out there so openly, but I am very open about my sexuality. I refused to lie to her sisters or pretend that I didn't have plans to seduce my girlfriend again.

"Wow, you don't waste any time, do you?" Sandra laughed.

"I am very close to my grandfather, Tamogen. He says that you should live a life absent of regret. When I see something I want, I go for it. I don't live my life by half-measures."

"The Captain is going to like him," Alica laughed.

"The Captain?"

"Our brother, Matthew Danger Saunders," Tammy smiled. "You have maybe an inch on him; he's the tallest of us. He's been a Captain in the US Army for the past seven years. And yes, he insists we call it 'the US Army'. He's very patriotic."

"Looking forward to meeting him and the rest of your brothers," I said gently, caressing her cheek. She smiled shyly at me and I caressed her again. "What started the screaming match this morning?"

"She was crying at the kitchen table this morning when Sandy called to announce her engagement. I took offense and assumed the worst," Peggy said indignantly.

"Uh-huh. And what brought on your tears this morning, little one?" I really had to wonder at how much energy my expressive little one could expend in a short amount of time.

"I… I thought you might not like me or want anymore now that…" She huffed, tearing up. "I thought you might break up with me now that we… now that…"

"You thought that I would walk away from the best thing to ever happen to me because I was a loser who would love my woman and leave her." She looked so mind-bendingly guilty as she nodded that I couldn't help my laughter. The sisters joined me. "Girl, I didn't spank you enough last night."

"Oh my," Alica laughed. "Have a thing for being spanked, eh, little sis?" That set off a string of raunchy comments that had my poor girl red in the face.

"No, little girl," I said fondly, pulling my embarrassed girlfriend closer to me as she tried to cover her face. "I do not give my heart away freely. And you are safe with me. You belong to me and the next time I hear about you doubting that, I'm going to take you over my knee and pleasure you until you never doubt me again." Her needy whimper fueled my need and I suddenly felt the urge to quality test those last four condoms. In the name of science, of course. Hell, I wanted to go to the store and buy a couple more boxes. This girl was in my blood. I wouldn't be satisfied until I claimed her pliant body again. And then again. My dick woke up at these musings.

"Anybody else have news?" Teenu asked nonchalantly. "Sandy is engaged, Tammy is sexually active with her dominant boyfriend who likes to leave marks on his woman." I felt my cheeks heating. "Might as well get used to it, loverboy. We show and tell each other everything. And even if we didn't, my sweet little baby sister can't keep a secret to save her life. If you did it, we'll know it."

"What happened to 'don't kiss and tell"? I asked.

"Our talks are a safe space for us, darling. Your quirks and how much Tammy loves being eaten alive don't go beyond us. She needed to talk about it because she was worried that something was wrong with her. As her sisters, it's our duty to help set her mind at ease. "

"Duty," Alica snickered. The others all joined in until their oldest sister glared at them.

"You'll be up to your armpits in 'duty' come January, Ally. You need to grow up."

"Never," the woman declared. "I'm a Toys R Us kid!" They all laughed and burst into a song which I had never heard of.

"From bikes to trains to video games, it's the biggest toy store there is (gee whiz)! I don't wanna grow up, cause, baby, if I did, I wouldn't be a Toys R Us kid! More games, more toys (oh boy)! I wanna be a Toys R Us kid!" Even Teenu was singing along by the end of it. But it was my sweet lady's voice that outshone the others. Even her laughter was music. I kissed her hungrily, ignoring the catcalls.

"We should go. Tammy needs time with her man. But we're a phone call away if you need to talk, Gōḍa lahāna." Teenu signed off first. (Sweet Little One)

"Have all the fun you can with your hot first lover, sis," Sandra laughed, moaning when her own lover squeezed her breast through her shirt.

"Are you taunting your little sister?" Tatiana said mock-sternly. The call cut out before the woman could answer.

"I'm glad he's taking you to be tested, little virgin," Alica said. "It shows that he cares. You be safe and call me if you need to talk, okay?" The line went dead.

"Are you seriously about to fuck my little sister?" Peggy growled though the telltale blush gave away that she wasn't as offended as she was pretending.

"I can take her to my house if you'd prefer. It would give me a chance to buy a couple more boxes of condoms. Your little sister is insatiable; we used eight condoms last night."

"Keith!" Tammy squeaked in embarrassment. Peggy howled with laughter.

"What happened to 'no secrets between sisters'?" I asked, feeling indulgent as I hugged her. "You fucked me limp last night. That's never happened to me before. I'm looking forward to a repeat performance today and tonight." She squeaked again and buried her face in my chest. Peggy was holding her sides, she was laughing so hard.

"I can take a hint. I think I'll call Lionel and see if he minds me coming back for round five. I was worried about you, but I'm not anymore. Have fun, little sis," she grinned mischievously, pulling the door closed behind her.

"Alone at last," I lifted her burning face out of my pecs and whispered against her lips before claiming them. I wasted no time removing her silky underwear and setting her on the edge of her vanity. I pushed my pants down and threw on a condom before forcing my way into her up to the hilt. She gasped and screamed for me and I could only groan at how good her tight body felt surrounding my throbbing member.

"Does it feel good, Sweetling? Do you like feeling my big, fat cock possess you?" I kept pumping hard, determined to drive any lingering doubt as to who she belonged to out of her mind. My girlfriend was yelling and calling out my name, drooling her acceptance of my claim on her. I kissed her passionately and felt her explode for me. Oh, this was gonna be fun.

… …

Four condoms, a nap, and a well-earned shower later, we pulled up in front of a diner near my house after two quick stops at the clinic to get tested and then at the grocery store to stock up on condoms. The morning was almost gone, but I was determined to get some food into my lady. She looked tired, with a faint blush heating her brown skin that one of my hickeys was showing despite my best efforts to be discreet. If she were wearing scrubs it would be covered. But my stubborn love insisted on wearing one of her few new dresses to meet my band. She'd styled her hair to cover it, but if she moved too much, the mark would show.

I moved her hair out of my way and kissed the side of her neck, right on the mark as we were seated in a booth beside each other.

"Keith," she gasped in mortification. My poor little love! I kissed it again wetly before releasing her hair.

"You might as well own it, Sweetling. Your love is so good that you had me marking you like a teenager. I couldn't help myself! And what are you going to do when you get to the gym tomorrow? Your workout clothes will show a lot more of my marks." My poor little love looked so horrified that I chuckled. "It's okay, Sweetling. We'll figure something out before Monday."

"What? It's not like I can wear a scarf," she griped. "And what about today's workout?"

"You won't be working out today. You need time to recover, love." The server came over and handed us menus and water. My lady ordered a vanilla milkshake and I got a soda. We both had big appetites this morning and ordered accordingly. Then it was time to talk.

"Did I hurt you, Sweetling?" I asked plainly. "I know that you've never been with a man and I have never had such an untouched beauty before." The blush deepened in her skin.

"I don't remember any pain," she admitted softly. "My thighs were a little sore when we got in the shower last night, but your massage took care of that. I… I-I just…" I lifted her chin gently so she'd face me.

"What is it, love?"

"I thought I'd feel different," she said in an embarrassed rush. "I've been dreaming about losing my virginity all my life. My sisters all made it sound like this magical, life-altering decision. But I still feel like me! So now I feel like I did something wrong and…" She took a deep, shuddering breath like she was holding back tears. I could only hold her close, smiling fondly at her. My poor, confused love!

"Making love for the first time doesn't change who you are fundamentally, Sweetling. It just adds another facet to your character. It's okay to be disappointed in-"

"I'm not disappointed in my experience, Keith. It was transcendent! I thought that was a fluke, but it was the same this morning. Every single time. But if I'd known that sex wouldn't change me, I might not have waited so long to have it." I crushed her sweet lips with mine, my tongue possessing her mouth hotly.

"Must the two of you discuss this in public?" The woman behind our booth said loudly. We broke our kiss and turned to her. I was annoyed, sensing the Karen's jealousy and determination to embarrass my little one. "It's bad enough that the schools are trying to insist on sex education. But having such detailed, filthy conversations in the middle of a diner is highly inappropriate." Tammy stepped in before I could rescue her from her embarrassment.

"On the contrary, madam," she said firmly, nodding to her three kids and husband before focusing on the woman herself. "Having frank, open discussions with your significant other is an important part of any relationship. It erases the stigma that sexual activity is 'dirty' or 'nasty'. Sex education does the same. It presents the facts so that your children are armed with knowledge instead of relying on superstition and fairy tales when it comes to such a momentous decision. Your children are going to get an education on sex from somewhere, whether you like or condone it or not. Getting facts instead of fiction just makes sense."

The tables nearest us burst into applause, murmuring about her well-thought-out statement. My reluctant warrior bowed her head, blushing more than ever. Her whole face was on fire! All I could do was hold her, I was so proud of my baby. She'd stood up for herself without getting nasty or violent. She hadn't even raised her voice! She'd presented her arguments logically and effortlessly.

The Karen stood up from her table and faced my woman furiously, getting louder in her frustration. "Back in my day, it was the parent's responsibility to teach those things to their children and not some stranger's."

"And are you?" my girl asked calmly.

"Am I what?"

"Are you teaching your three children that sex is a natural, biological process and not a nasty, dirty thing that only adults are allowed to do? Are you teaching your two daughters that boys are not distant, unknowable creatures on par with the stork when it comes to impregnating them? Kids learn from all different sources, madam. Parents are a good place to start, but friends, teachers, siblings, and perfect strangers all have a say in what they believe about themselves when they step out into the world. Whether that be ten years from now or two. Now is the time to arm them with as much knowledge as possible so that they don't end up as teenage mothers and fathers from proving you wrong."

"How dare you! My children know that they are God's chosen. And as such, their bodies are temples," the ignorant woman shouted, turning purple from her humiliation. "But I wouldn't expect a wanton harlot like you to-"

"And what are your children doing with those temples?" Tamara said in an even tone. The people around us had to lean in and stop their own conversations to hear her. As opposed to her opponent, who was shouting like a maniac in the middle of the diner. "God made us sexual beings and He did it for a reason, madam. Masturbating is where we start learning about ourselves. Stifling that process, and anything else to do with S-E-X will only lead them to learn things 'the hard way', through accidents, mishaps, and misinformation. Oh, and by the way, if you truly don't want your children to know about sex, maybe you shouldn't be screaming about it in the middle of a public restaurant." The Karen actually swung on my girl, she was so angry. That was the last straw for me. I stood up to catch her hand and glared at her.

"Don't touch my woman," I said in a voice that brooked no argument. All conversation stopped. No one was even pretending not to be listening in. I dropped her sweaty hand as if it was diseased.

"Let go of me, you brute! Your whore is spreading filth and vicious-"

"Sit down, Jessica," her husband told her furiously. "That young lady is telling you exactly what I've been trying to make you understand for the last three years. And you having a public tantrum about it won't change the facts. You are embarrassing yourself right now. Especially when you attempted to physically assault someone who was simply talking to you after you interrupted her private conversation. Sit down and eat."

"I will not be talked to in such a manner," she declared, trying to sound classy. "If this place can't stand for family values, then we will take our business elsewhere. We're leaving."

"We're not leaving, Mom," one of the teenage children said in annoyance. "God, you do this every time! The lady is right and you're wrong. As usual. If you want to leave, then leave. But I'm staying right here and finishing my egg whites, which you won't make me at home."

"I'll… I'll be waiting in the car with anyone who is willing to stand up for decency," Jessica bellowed, holding her hands out for the keys. Her husband stood up and unlocked the door before reclaiming his seat and turning back to his waffles. This was when the idiot seemed to notice how many people were filming her. She quickly headed to her car. Alone.

The diner once again erupted into wild applause. My lady covered her face and groaned. I just gave a little wave and sat back down. We ate in relative peace, the occasional patron or staff member coming over to congratulate her on shutting up Jessica. Apparently, the woman was a regular troublemaker in this area. When it was the family's turn to leave after the father paid for the meals, he came straight to my woman.

"I'm so sorry that my wife chose you as her victim of the week, Miss. Thank you for putting my soon-to-be ex-wife in her place."

"I was only-"

"I've always thought that Jessica's abrasive nature was proof of her strength. But you just showed me that strength doesn't have to come from antagonistic behavior. Your responses were thoughtful, educated, and strong without anger or spite. I don't want my children to grow up in ignorance because their mother is clinging to an old-fashioned belief that talking about sex will make them nymphomaniacs. Thank you for opening my eyes to what real strength of character looks like."

"You're finally going to leave her?" the middle-school-looking child asked, her voice full of hope.

"Yes, sweetie. I'm sick of cleaning up her messes and following in her aggressive wake. I've known what needed to be done for years now, but I was too… whatever to go through with it. That changes first thing Monday morning." The youngest of his children jumped into his arms, squealing with excitement. Then they walked away, talking about what was a decision that seemed like it was a long time coming.

"I'm starting to develop an allergy to diners. There always seems to be someone trying to pick a fight with me at these places!" I laughed, holding her close as we finished our food. By the time we'd finished and paid for our meal, the videos of our confrontation with that entitled Karen were trending. My girl ignored the social media attention and left the restaurant with her head held high.