Lemon

Chapter 7: In Good Trouble

Keith

My first glance at my girl's place told me she needed to move in with me. It was cozy and neat, a two-bedroom apartment that left the two enough space to be themselves. But I wanted my lady all to myself and the relatively small bedrooms weren't conducive to the kind of things I liked to do.

Still, her room was functional and very cute, decorated with pictures of hairstyles cut out of magazines and printed off the internet. Her double bed took up most of the space in the room, and her small vanity and bureau fit her to a tee. Her closet door was open and was full of scrubs for work, but there were a few dresses in there. "We're going to have to take you shopping for more dresses, shirts, and pants, Sweetling. Leslie is going to insist on you being fashionable if you're going to work with her."

"I know I need new clothes," she admitted in defeat. "I haven't really shopped for clothes since I started losing weight. Peggy took me out the afternoon you had your gig. I don't wear much besides scrubs."

"What about pajamas?" I asked.

"I don't have anything sexy if that's what you're asking," she blushed. "There are sales at Walmart for night t-shirts. I usually pick up a couple while shopping for scrubs, but that's the extent of my 'lingerie'." My girlfriend looked so dejected by this admission that I held her tightly.

"It's not the lingerie that makes the girl sexy, Sweetling. It's usually the other way around. I'll prove it. Go change into a nightshirt." The girl scrambled to do my bidding, taking a large nightshirt with the slogan 'let's put the "fun" back in "dysfunctional"' and a fresh pair of silky underwear into the bathroom, she emerged a few minutes later with her hair down. "See? You look absolutely adorable right now."

"But I don't want to look adorable," she complained. "I want to be sexy! Like, a sex kitten that turns heads and-" I pushed her against her room door and savaged her mouth, enjoying her moan of pleasure. Tapering the kiss before I got carried away, I leaned against her forehead.

"You aren't a sex kitten, Sweetling, but you definitely turn heads when you walk into a room. It's your bright aura and energy that does it though, which I think is even better than oozing sex from every pore." She hummed and snuggled against me, cooling my libido slightly. I was still turned on though. Little Tammy had no idea what she did to me.

"You'll need to wash your hair," she said obliviously. "I have some neutral-smelling shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom under the sink. Or you can get your own stuff from the car if you prefer." Not wanting to use up her stuff, I went to my car and grabbed mine. I opted for a wash and a full shower so I could empty myself. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back to her room. Tamara immediately flushed and turned to face the wall.

"I… I um… hair only," she stuttered, studying her wall as if her life depended on it. I smiled lazily and came up behind her, wrapping her up in my arms.

"I needed another shower anyway, love. And I don't want to get my shirt wet right now. You ready to do my hair?" She squeaked and I couldn't help my warm laughter. "I'm going to have to rename you 'Mouse', little squeaker. Let's get started." My poor girl was so flustered at first, staring at her wall as if she were memorizing it for a test. But she slowly relaxed as she oiled my hair, put it all in a ponytail, and started tightening up each individual loc. After a good ten minutes of working in nervous silence, she turned on her phone, playing an interesting mix of R and B, smooth jazz, and pop. Seemed my girl's taste in music was just as diverse as her parents' taste in babies. It was a nice blend of old-school and new music. She swayed to her mix, which I noticed did not include any loud, angry music.

"I like your music, Sweetling. It's different from your workout mix." I noticed her blush in the mirror.

"This is my hair mix," she said shyly. "I can… I can pull up Spotify if you want to listen to something else." I shook my head and smirked at her.

"You are such an accommodating little thing, love. People don't walk all over you at work or in your family, right?"

"No, I don't think so," she grinned. "I know how and when I need to put my foot down. Just… I find that I like going with the flow. It helps me to reach patients and convince opponents." She went back to doing my hair, singing along with the music as she worked. I was mesmerized by her. Everything about her. The feel of her hands in my hair, the gentle sway of her hips, her sweet soprano voice, the way her lips formed words…

I shook my head to clear it, relaxing forcefully to allow my lady to work. She was already over halfway done but I couldn't focus on that right now. What was wrong with me? I'd always been such a cool, hard character around women! I liked to keep things light and casual with them. And now I was dissolving like saltwater taffy around this innocent girl!

Noticing her shivering, I looked up at her from my place sitting at her vanity. "Cold?" It must be exhausting going through so many emotions in a day. Tamara was the most expressive woman I'd ever met.

"No, I just… You were growling," she said ruefully. "It makes me think of wild jungle cats, like panthers or jaguars." She shivered again and got back to work. Once she'd tightened the last loc, the woman twisted the ends up and stuck my head in a big black cap attached to her hair dryer. She turned it on and set a timer on her phone. "This shouldn't take long. About an hour. But I don't want you to go home dripping." I couldn't hear the music anymore, even with my ears outside of the cap, but her sweet voice still called to me as she sang and cleaned up her room. After watching her bend over me yet again to put away a spray bottle, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to touch her soft body.

So I did.

She turned to me quizzically when I grabbed her hand. I smiled and tugged her a little closer and was delighted when she came willingly. Soon she was standing right in front of me, her arms braced on my shoulders. I kissed her belly through her shirt and heard her gasp as I did it again. Then I threaded my arms through her legs and lifted her, settling her onto my thighs. She startled when I lifted her but otherwise settled against my throbbing erection easily.

"Keith?" she asked. I ignored her, slowly working her t-shirt up her body until her breasts were exposed. Watching her breaths shorten until her chest was heaving for me made my penis stiff and hard for her. Focusing on her bigger breast, I leaned in and took it in my mouth, licking and suckling it as she started quaking in my arms. I grinned as her nipple pebbled against my tongue. The girl was crying out in ecstasy already; I wasn't even close to getting started. Once her peak was sufficiently stiffened, I switched to the right breast to give it the same treatment. I looked up at her as I suckled her beautiful breasts and instantly resolved to make love to her tonight. Her head was thrown back and she was thrusting her heaving chest in my face, dripping her nectar against me and moaning like a well-tuned engine. So soft. So innocent...

So mine.

Returning to my task, I moved back and forth between her perfect peaks, claiming them as the pleasant burn of her nails enticed me. She seemed to be in her own little world, moaning and gasping with pleasure. I lifted up to claim her lips and the timer suddenly blasted loud enough to jolt both of us back to reality. She gave an embarrassed shrug, pulled down her t-shirt enough to cover her stiffened peaks, and climbed out of my lap without looking down at my present for her. So innocent…

"Why do they call you Wall?" she asked as she walked behind me to remove the cap and start pulling the hair clips out of my hair.

"They don't," I smiled slyly, noting that she'd just finished with the last clip. Perfect timing. In the meantime, my girlfriend looked so confused that I laughed before taking pity on her. "They don't call me Wall, Sweetling. They call me The Wall," I explained, turning around on her swivel stool to face her. I felt predatory. "And they call me The Wall because there's nowhere to run when I get your back against the wall."

Her beautifully deep brown eyes widened and she took a tentative step backward as I rose gracefully from my seat. Even in nothing but a towel, I knew I was an intimidating man. And this little innocent had no idea what I had planned for her so that just made it worse. She took another step as I advanced on her. I was impressed that she maintained eye contact and backed away instead of turning to run. Most of the women I pursued chose the latter option, disappointing me. A third step and she fell into her bed. Grinning evilly, I slowly lowered my body over hers, tightening up in anticipation.

"Keith?" she asked softly, trembling as I caged her between my legs. And just like that, my protective instincts roared to the fore. I leaned down, my grin turning fond.

"Do you trust me, Sweetling? I asked gently, caressing her breasts through her shirt. She hummed and nodded, leaning toward my hand. "Then let me love you." She gasped and looked at me intensely before nodding her consent. "Let me hear you, Sweetling."

"Y-yes," she stuttered, arching her upper body into my hand. My other hand joined the first and soon I was kneading her like a dedicated baker. When she started moaning and humming, I knew I'd passed the point of no return. I needed to be inside of her. I would be inside of her. But first…

She made a noise of complaint in the back of her throat when I stopped massaging her chest, but not for long. I went under her shirt and started lifting it until I'd bared her upper body to me. Tossing her shirt into the corner, I could only stare in awe at my docile darling. The blush in her cheeks was so strong that it reached to the tops of her breasts. She was so beautiful. I didn't know where to start for a moment. Then I leaned over her, claiming her mouth possessively. The guys at the gym were right; I was one lucky son of a bitch!

I was holding myself off of her so that I wouldn't squash her, massaging her chest one-handed as I feathered soft, wet kisses on her neck and collarbones. Her hands fluttered helplessly against the bed, granting me full access to her body. I felt euphoric with my power over her. I reached under her and gripped her lush bottom, moving her up the bed. Then I left a dark mark on her outer breast as I grabbed her hands and stretched them over her head. Her headboard was an intricate metal lattice that was perfect for her to hold onto while I took her innocence. She took the hint and I returned to kneading her breasts as I marked her as my own. She let out a sigh of contentment when I reached the valley of her breasts, sucking hard until her body clenched. I then continued my path over her soft belly, using her multitude of sounds to guide my conquest. She shivered so marvelously when I dipped my tongue into her belly button. Feeling playful, I held one of her plump breasts in each of my hands, massaging them expertly. I stayed there for a long time, licking and stroking her belly button while she squirmed for me.

It didn't take me long to divest her of her only remaining garment. Her underwear was sodden and it pleased me. I sucked the garment into my mouth to get a taste of her and it was definitely good. I wanted to taunt her a little, but I also wanted to seek out the source of that delicious taste. She was shivering constantly, rubbing her legs together frantically as fluid streamed out of her naked body. Eager to eat her out, I grabbed her legs and roughly pulled them apart. She was completely bare down there, just the way I liked my women. Pushing her shins until her feet touched her thighs, I dug into my meal, parting her nether lips for a satisfying lick of her. My girl tensed up and climaxed at the stimulation. Looking to prolong her pleasure I stuck one of my thick fingers in her pliant pussy and licked her clit furiously. She screamed for me, arching into my mouth and pulsing against me. I kept it up until I felt the marrow melt out of her thighs.

She came down gently to the bed and I controlled her descent with soft licks to her clit. Then I stirred her up again, using my mouth and fingers expertly to maximum effect. I wasn't usually a vag pounder. My hands were usually enough; women were too busy sucking my dick for me to get in on that action. But something about my innocent lady made me imagine long, lazy days of tying her down and licking into a screaming frenzy over and over again. She kept trying to wrap her legs around my head, and that's not what I wanted now that my hair was dry. Finally having had enough of forcing her legs open, I growled and whipped around, grabbing my towel off the floor and the damp towel from my hair and tying her legs to the individual metal lattices at her feet so that she was lying spread eagle for me. I stuffed two fingers into her dripping slit and smiled at how ready she was for me.

"You're so juicy for me, Sweetling. Stop interrupting me while I partake." She whimpered. "Good girl," I murmured before sliding between her legs and digging in happily. Where the hell had she gotten a bed with a divided baseboard anyway? It was like the bed was designed with me in mind. I took full advantage of it to thoroughly explore her pussy. She came twice more from my frantic licking and stroking. I was addicted to her taste. She was so sweet! But my dick needed relief. I was so swollen and ready for her that the sensation bordered on pain. I got up and went into the bathroom, retrieving my bag and the big box of condoms I'd stuffed in there. I hadn't been sure if this was going to happen when I set out this afternoon, but no use not being prepared, right?

"Keith," her desperate plea had me moving back into her room. She was clenched up, her glorious pussy glistening with her nectar. "Please don't leave me like this, baby. I don't know how to… I can't think right now and I-"

"Shh… Don't worry, Sweetling. I won't leave you wanting." I opened the foil packet and sheathed myself, pleased that she was still holding onto her headboard. I climbed back onto her bed and positioned myself at her entrance. "You trust me, Sweetling?"

"Yes," she whined almost too fast.

"Do you trust me to take care of you?" I asked as I brushed the head of my huge cock against her nether lips. "Do you trust me to satisfy that desperate need at your core?"

"Yes," she whined louder, shimmying as low as she could while holding her headboard to get me inside of her. She was shaking so hard and I couldn't stop grinning at my power over her.

"Get that beautiful ass of yours back in position before I decide to take you over my knee and spank you instead," I growled at her to see how she would react. My sweet girl came so hard, bucking as she moved back where I'd left her. I sheathed myself inside of her while she was caught up in the rapture of her release, feeling her hymen tear as her body bowed up in a perfect arch, offering me her bruised breasts. My sensitive angel howled her back-to-back releases, giving me ample time to groan out my own ejaculation. I grabbed her around her back before she could fall back to the bed as the marrow was stolen yet again from her bones.

Wrapping her hands around my neck, I laid her down and proceeded to show her what she'd been missing all her life. I pumped into her determinably and repeatedly as she yelled out my name. We went through three condoms before I was sated enough to stop. My lady passed out after her umpteenth orgasm against me. Watching her take her pleasure from me was an amazing experience. She was so free with her love. After disposing of the used prophylactics and cleaning the blood from my lady, I laid out next to her, chuckling as she wrapped herself around me in her sleep. More relaxed and happier than I'd ever been in my life, I settled to sleep.

… …

It was still dark when I woke up. I could feel my lady's innocent mouth on me and it felt amazing. While I'd been given enough head in my life to feel her inexperience, she had a great deal of raw talent. I threw back my head and groaned as I came in her waiting mouth. She swallowed me down with a cough, then started sucking on my still-interested cock greedily.

"Get your pussy up here, Sweetling. I want to lick you while you serve me." The poor girl looked at me in confusion and I smiled fondly at her, caressing her cheek when she released me to ask for an explanation. "Have you ever written the number 69 and looked at it? Turn around so that I can examine your lower body." She gasped and blushed hard before turning around for me reluctantly. The moment she was close enough, I whipped her onto my face and parted her lower lips. From the looks of things, little Tammy really enjoyed giving head. I'd have to remember that. At the moment though, I was very interested in her taste. I took that lovely little clit in my mouth like the most marvelous morsel. She choked on me, but I was too busy devouring her to care. I licked hard on it, ignoring her trembling while I satisfied my hunger for her.

"Keith! I-I… I can't…" her whine turned into a choked scream of fulfillment. I lapped up her juices and then spanked her, drinking her down as she exploded again for me.

"I wasn't ready for you to cum yet," I murmured to her pussy. I dug in after that, delivering smacks to her perfect ass at random as I feasted on her. It was official; I was hooked on the taste of her vagina. I licked and suckled her until my dick demanded attention. She was holding it tightly with both hands, too focused on what I was doing to her pussy to continue sucking me. I was practically jacking off in her hands while I gobbled her up. To prove the point we came together, her in my mouth and me all over her hands.

"Clean that up, baby, and grab one of those condoms off your nightstand. I'm not close to being finished with you yet." Instructions given, I went back to consuming my lady. She licked me clean as she quaked in my mouth. It took her a long time to figure out how to put the condom on me; I let her figure it out, focusing on satisfying my craving for her. Once I was properly sheathed, I pushed her out of my mouth and onto me. Then I pumped into her while she screamed her head off. Suddenly feeling bad for her neighbors, I stuffed my fingers in her mouth. It was enough to stifle some of the noise. And her mouth felt as good on my fingers as they had felt on my phallus. Two condoms later I was ready to put her on her hands and knees. I changed out and drove into her with a hearty smack to her butt. As expected, she gushed her nectar for me.

I gave her a pillow to muffle her screams, watching in amusement when she dropped from her hands to her face as I spanked her repeatedly. The new angle was perfect for me and I took full advantage, spanking her ass until it was red and she was exhausted. Stopping was hard as her inner muscles cradled my dick like she was made specifically for me. But I managed it, thinking that a shower might be in order after two hard workouts like we'd just had. Her thighs might need a massage and I could use more of her nectar. Plan taking shape in my mind, I picked her up around the waist and brought her to the bathroom. We silently donned shower caps and I put another condom on, stepping under the hot spray.

I immediately sat on the edge of the tub and started massaging her thighs, kneading them to get rid of any knots in the muscles. I patiently sought out every knot until there were no more, then turned her around and pressed her chest against the wall, sliding my throbbing dick into her dripping pussy. She cried out and I took one of her hands and kissed it wetly before stuffing it in her mouth. Then I fucked her while spanking her with abandon. When the condom was ready for disposal, I whipped it off and put on a new one, turned her around, lifted her to match our heights, and impaled her on my straining erection.

"You feel so good, Sweetling. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, Keith! You feel so good inside of me," she said tiredly. I slid myself inside of her, going slow this time. Foregoing her spanking as her bottom really was red, I squeezed her cheeks, pausing when she exploded around me.

"Open up for me, baby. I know what you need." She spread her legs and I leaned into her and made love to her tenderly until the water cooled down. I disposed of the latest condom, doing mental calculations. We only had four condoms left of the 12-pack. Enough for a small marathon before my band rehearsal at two. I was pleasantly limp as I bathed the two of us in the rest of the hot water.

Drying us off, I carried her to bed. The bed was still a little damp, but it was dry enough after I laid out the towels from earlier. I laid her down and fixed the blankets on her. My sleepy lady wrapped herself around me once more and I relaxed into sleep.