Chad's girlfriend Charlene was able to borrow her dad's pickup and come down from Tallahassee to visit him late Friday night because her dad was on a weekend fishing trip with some of his buddies. Chad was working road construction on the Gulf and Charlene hadn't seen him for almost a month. He was staying in one of the little cabins behind the hotel in Port St. Joe. She pulled into the hotel parking lot shortly after nine o'clock and within six minutes of stepping through the door of Chad's cabin her clothes were off and Chad's cock was deep inside her. That was pretty much the situation for most of the evening and night and into the wee hours of the morning.

Around four o'clock they fell asleep in each other's arms. A few hours later they woke up, visited the bathroom one at a time—the bathroom was so tiny there wasn't room for more than one—and then they picked up where they'd left off before falling asleep, this time with Charlene on top.

"Fuck you feel so fucking good," Chad said. "I'm so glad you're on the Pill now."

"Me too," Charlene said. "I'm a little worried it might make me fat."

"Better getting fat from the Pill than getting fat from a baby."

"Don't you want a baby with me?"

"I do. More than anything. When the time is right."

"Oh. When the—time—is—right—is it?" Charlene said, timing the motions of her thrusting, swiveling hips to her words. "What's wrong with—now? Now! Now!"

Whether it was her words or her motions or the look on her face, the impish, lewd, loving look of her eyes, Chad couldn't help himself. He poured into her. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," Charlene hummed, relishing each shuddering jolt of Chad's climax, her cunt clamping his cock and swallowing his seed. Swept up in the experience, she joined Chad in orgasm.

Again they fell asleep. It was after noon when again they woke. This time they visited the bathroom together, their bodies lubricated by sex and sweat and giggles, and Chad let Charlene aim him, and in the shower Charlene let Chad clean her otherwise only forbidden spot.

Dry, they dressed. "Now what shall we do?" Charlene asked, looking around the tiny room. There was the bed, a chest with but two drawers, and a bedside table with a feeble lamp and a digital clock.

"There's no TV," Chad said.

"Good," Charlene said.

"But someone left this game." Chad pulled a box from the bottom drawer of the chest and showed it to Charlene.

"Oh, Apples to Apples. That's a good one. Some of us were playing it just a few weeks ago at Debbie's shower party. Her baby's due any day now. The game was real fun. Only thing is it takes more than two to play."

Chad frowned. "'Charging Rhino,'" he read from one of the game cards. "What's that about?"

"That's you with your hard-on horn whenever you see me."

"Hey, I think I like this game. What about 'Whipping Cream'?"

"That's what I want on my pancakes. Along with real maple syrup. Do you think we can go out to breakfast? I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday morning, unless you count your cum."

"I thought you liked my cum."

"I love your cum. But now I have a taste for pancakes. With mounds of whipping cream and maple syrup. Real maple syrup."

"Well, there's a McDonald's almost right across the road."

Charlene stuck out her tongue. "Besides," she said, looking at the digital clock, "I think they've stopped serving breakfast hours ago and anyway I don't think they have whipped cream or real maple syrup."

"I'm sure there's a diner down along the road."

A few minutes later they were in Charlene's dad's pickup driving west toward Panama City.

They got as far as Mexico Beach when Charlene spotted a likely place and they stopped.

"You still serving breakfast?" Chad asked the waitress, a somewhat elderly but fit looking woman with soft gold highlights in her hair.

"All day long," the waitress said with a beaming smile. "You all just have a seat."

Chad and Charlene sat next to each other in a booth, Charlene at the window, and Chad ordered the 'big breakfast,' refusing to substitute a fruit cup for the hashbrowns, as Charlene had tried to insist, and Charlene ordered the large stack of pancakes with lots of butter and real maple syrup and fruit and a large glass of milk.

"You folks must be hungry," the waitress said.

"We are! We are!" Charlene exclaimed.

"You forgot the whipping cream," Chad said.

"That's right! Could you put whipped cream on the pancakes? A whole lot of it?"

"I surely could," the waitress said.

While waiting for the food, Charlene and Chad managed to sneak in three or four kisses. Several of these lasted several minutes.

"Here you are," the waitress said, interrupting the last kiss and setting the breakfast before them. "Enjoy. If there's anything else you need, just let me know."

They dug in. The food was delicious. Charlene was not able to finish all her pancakes, but she let Chad feed her a few bites of his eggs, his hashbrowns, his bacon. She put a dollop of whipping cream on Chad's nose and licked it off. "Mmm, yummy," she said, "almost as good as your cum."

Right there at the end of her booth was the waitress, smiling at them. Charlene blushed. "That was so good," she sputtered. "I loved it."

"I'm so glad," the waitress replied. "I do so love to see young people enjoying themselves. I'll be right back with the check. But here's something for later." She winked at Charlene and set two plump oranges in front of Chad.

"What's with these?" Chad whispered to Charlene after the waitress was gone.

"She's just being nice," Charlene said. "I think she likes us."

Chad arranged the oranges on the table. "You know what these make me think of?"

"Uh, apples?" Charlene guessed. Then she laughed. Then she kissed him. It was another long kiss. When it broke the waitress was there with the check. "Twelve nineteen," she said.

Chad handed her a twenty.

"Be right back with your change."

"No, it's for you."

"Well, that's very nice of you, but—"

"Chad is very generous," Charlene said.

"I can see that," the waitress said. "And you're a very lovely girl. You make a wonderful couple."

"Thanks," said Charlene.

The waitress beamed. Charlene gently elbowed Chad and nodded toward the waitress.

"Oh. Wait," he said. "Um, what time do you get off?"

Charlene grimaced and elbowed Chad again.

"Why, aren't you the sweetie? We close at eight. Sometimes sooner if no one's here."

"I was just thinking," Chad said, "if you want to come over. We're in cabin number two behind the hotel in Port St. Joe."

"Why, that's so kind of you." The waitress beamed at them again. "You folks take care now."

Out in the pickup, Charlene said, "What the fuck, Chad?"

"I just thought, you know, we could all play that Apple to Apples. You said it needed three."

"Oh, is that it? And here I thought you invited her over to watch us have a good time."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Well, that's what I was thinking."

"You have a dirty mind."

"I know. Now drive this baby back to the hotel lickety-split so I can show you what a dirty mind I have."

When they got in the room, Charlene said, "Actually, I might be too full to fuck."

Chad's face dropped.

"Ha ha, just teasing you."

"You don't want to tease a charging rhino," Chad said.

"I don't? Why not?"

"I'll show you why not."

Chad showed her, much to their mutual satisfaction.

Before they drifted off to sleep, Charlene said, "You know, I might study zoology." She gave Chad's spent penis a little pat, a little squeeze. "Maybe I'll become a zookeeper."

When Charlene awoke, the clock showed ten to eight. "Wake up," she said, shaking Chad.

"What?"

"It's almost eight."

"So?"

"The waitress."

"You think she's really coming over?"

"I don't know, but we can't have the room looking like this if she does."

Together they quickly made the bed.

"There," Chad said.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"Your rhinoceros is showing."

"Oh."

Chad and Charlene quickly put on some clothing. "Whew," said Chad, "two minutes to spare." Then they sat on the edge of the bed to wait.

"If she does come, where will she sit?" Charlene asked.

"Good question. In my lap?"

"Very funny," Charlene said.

"Give me a kiss while we wait," Chad said.

They were still kissing at 8:15. And at 8:30. "I don't think she's going to come," Charlene said.

"Looks that way," Chad agreed.

"And I'm getting kind of hungry again."

"You're always hungry."

"Do you still have those oranges?"

"I do. They're out in the truck. I'll be right back."

A moment later he was back in the room, an orange in each hand. "They're beauties, aren't they?" he said. "But not as beautiful as these beauties," and he rubbed an orange against each of Charlene's breasts.

"You're so silly," Charlene said.

"You're so sexy," Chad said. "I'm going to give you a freshly squeezed orange. Lie back and pull up your shirt."

"I don't know about this," Charlene said, but she pulled up her shirt and lay back on the bed. Chad sliced one of the oranges in half, then, half an orange in each hand, he rotating the juicy orange flesh against Charlene's breasts. He squeezed and pressed until the juice ran down.

"That tickles," Charlene said. "And you're making a mess."

"Don't worry, I'll clean it up," Chad said, and he set the oranges on the bed and applied his mouth first to one breast then the other, sucking and licking, kissing and nipping.

"What about me, you greedy pig? Don't I get any juice?"

"Okay, okay," Chad said, and he kissed her.

"Mmm, more, more, more."

Chad kissed her more, more, more.

"Now I want your cum juice," Charlene said. "I want your fresh-squeezed cum juice in my cunt."

"I can do that," Chad said. He pulled off Charlene's shorts and panties. He stripped out of his own clothes. He lifted her legs up and drove his erect cock into her welcoming cunt. He fucked her hard, the headboard of the bed banging against the wall.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Charlene chanted. "Come in me. Come in me! Come in me!" she shrieked. "Oh fuck! Come in! Oh!"

Chad grunted, rammed fully into Charlene's convulsing cunt, and came hard and long. Fully flushed, he rolled to the side and collapsed next to Charlene on the bed. The two of them lay there, panting from their exertions. It took a moment for them to notice the waitress standing at the foot of the bed. She was beaming. "I heard someone shout come in, so I … I hope I'm not too early."

Charlene blushed, but her skin was so flushed from her climax it barely registered. She was too tired to move. Her legs remained splayed. She could feel Chad's juice streaming from her contented cunt.

Chad tried to sit up, but he too found himself unable to move. Only his penis twitched, a thin strand of seep swaying and then snapping. "Oh fuck," Chad moaned. "I forgot about the fucking time zone."

"That's right," the waitress said. "The fucking time zone." She was beaming.

Chad said, "Um, would you care for an orange?"

"Maybe later," the waitress said, a smile on her lips. "For now I'll just find a washcloth in the bathroom there and give you guys a little mopping up."

Chad and Charlene found the warm washcloth extremely soothing. They awoke some hours later.

"What time is it?" Charlene asked.

Chad tried to look at the clock, but it was out of sight. He chuckled. "Did we dream that?"

"I hope so," Charlene said. "But it was a nice dream."

"Mmmm," Chad agreed, and as one, he and Charlene turned into each other's arms.

END