"Panda Paws"
"Is he okay?"
"He has a nickel sized concussion on his cranium, right on the crown there. I think he just got spooked by a huge flash of lightning we had earlier. I wouldn't worry about him. I'll give him some lotion and dab it with that."
McKenzie opened his eyes slightly, seeing a stuffed owl peeking above him. He noticed the owl was white with brown speckles on its back and tail. He felt something soft underneath him and warm above him. He wondered in vain if he was sandwiched with two girls. He could even felt pillows on his head. He opened his eyes wider to find a tanned doctor with wavy brown hair and a thin mustache. His almond gold eyes came back to him with the librarian behind him.
"Ah, there we are! Hello, stranger! You gave the girls a fright today! You fell on your back and you didn't move for a whole hour. I thought I was going to call a hospital for you."
"Where...am I?" the boy groaned, sitting up and felt a painful tingle on his lower spine. The doctor took out his pen and wrote on his clip board after hearing his patient groan. "You're in my office, Mr. Blake. Dr. Daisuke Yuurikata has served you, and I am he, at your service."
McKenzie blinked his eyes before he examined the room. The first thing he saw was the librarian blushing at the boy. He wondered why she would blush when a voice commented from behind. "Oh, not again! Can't you keep that thing down??"
McKenzie turned to see Katie with a red face with both shocked and disgust. He made a sour face after he looked to see his erection under the sheets. "Well, if you don't like this, may I suggest you turn the other way."
"You might use that on me!" Katie said with aghast. Delilah shrilled with shock as Doc Yuurikata shushed the girl. "Young lady, please be still. You're still under my care. You have a high fever and have delirious dreams. You stay in your cot and...try to ignore the boy."
Katie took a last look at the boy and pulled the sheet over her pink head. Delilah shivered and McKenzie covered his lap with a large book from a nightstand. Daisuke chuckled. "It's natural to have that at your age. When I was your age, I used it as an advantage. I was looked down upon the other sex too. It would be another...three years until I have a chick see it. After that, it was Tang city!"
"Daisuke!" Delilah cried, going red. "Please don't give him any ideas! I've had enough trouble already in my library! Ingrid and Dina are still silent about their endeavor even though I begged them to speak! Dina denied everything while Ingrid rushed out of there before I had a word in edgewise!"
"Delilah, calm down," Daisuke said, putting his thermometer in McKenzie's mouth. "If they don't want to talk about that, that's their business. The girls must keep some of the secrets to themselves just like the rest of us. It's safer that we don't pry."
In the kitchen of Cookies & Cream, Ingrid still blushed from the incident as she washed the dishes, the sun hitting her face. She still felt Dina's fingers on her shoulders as she rinsed the suds out of the glasses. Raymond was beside her wiping the dishes and placed them on the shelf. He looked at her saw her gaze as she wiped the crusty food off a plate. He blinked.
"Ingrid," he said to her, making her turn head at him in a daze. "You look very hot today. Is there anything the matter?"
"Did you say I'm hot?" Ingrid asked him, grinning. She crossed her arms and blushed. "Oh, I never thought anyone like you to compliment me like that! That's the craziest yet nicest thing anyone said to me!"
"Oh, no...I mean you don't look like your quirky self right now. You're more distant and quieter. Your face is also redder than it usually does. Are you feeling well?"
Ingrid stood at the floor, dropping the plate in the dish water. "Oh...I'm all right, Raymond! I was just pondering about...about...life!" She lied. She wanted to say 'sex' instead of 'life', but her friend would think of her as a pervert and he would shun her. She sighed in disbelief and went back to washing. "Yep...nature in June is magnificent!"
"Oi Ray!" Charles cried to the tall man, pointing to his watch. "It's four o' clock. Time to clock out!" Ray saluted to the co-owner and took off his apron as Ingrid kept cleaning the dishes. When Ray exited the back door, Charles turned to the daydreaming girl. "Innie, do you know Abby?" Ingrid turned around with blushed look in her face. "Huh?"
"Abby! She's going to work this evening with you."
"Oh yes! Farmer Fred's daughter, yes, I know her!" Ingrid said with a sudden laughter. Charles nodded to her. "Good. You can introduce her to the others. I'm sure they'll be glad to see another pair of hands. Emma and I will take the afternoon wiping the tables."
Emma stuck her head out of the window. "Charles, Tony is already taking care of the tables. Why clean the tables when they're spotless??" The middle-aged man groaned. "Sweetheart, read the text I sent you." Emma checked her red smartphone and under text, she saw the code 'wiping the tables'. Her eyes almost popped out when she read its meaning...'Fool around on the pickup truck'. "CHARLES!"
Raymond walked out the back when he heard Emma screaming at her husband. He young man groaned at his bosses when his roommate ran over to him. He brought Skylar with him by the arm. "Ray! I'm glad you have the afternoon off! I have a favor to ask you!"
Raymond took a glance at Skylar with his red wig on him. He grunted in resentment. "Come on, Rudy, I'm beat! I refuse to play with your pretty friend or you right now!"
"Wait! I don't mean it like that, Ray! I need your help...with girls!" Rudy groveled over his roommate's arm. His eyes sparkled at him. A moment later, the three men were in Raymond's cabin. They sat around the coffee table on the floor with their knees. Raymond started at the two youths and clutched the edge of the coffee table.
"Let me see if I hear this straight." He remarked after hearing his request from Rudy. "You want me to teach you and your boob-crazed friend over there about girls. There is a class for that you know. It's called Sex Education. You two ever went there?"
The two men blushed and looked down. "My parents condemned me to take it." Skylar admitted. Rudy added, "I was homeschooled." Raymond grunted with apathy as he looked for something to improvise. He took out some fruit and arranged them on the table. The men stared at the result of his quick thinking.
"Gentlemen," Raymond said, showing them his fruit doll. "Meet the woman." He showed them a woman with cantaloupe head with apple slices as hair. "She" had grape eyes, coconut boobs, torso of peaches and oranges. He added bananas for limbs and finally for the most important part of a woman, a very cut watermelon. The guys awed at the fruit art as Raymond peeled a banana. "The woman is like men except for their physical attributes. Their boobs, for example." He peeled a banana and set it aside. He leaned over and sniffed the cut coconuts.
"All women have breasts. They vary from cherry to watermelon size. Men love a variety. These," he said, putting his hands on the coconuts, "are favorable. They're not too big or too small. They're absolutely perfect for hands." He then added cherries to the coconuts. "When someone aroused them, their breasts would become like this. Would either of you like to feel?"
"Um," both said, holding their shorts. Raymond could see they were hesitant with touching. "Okay, we'll postpone with touching. Now here is the real difference." He took the banana and placed its tip on the watermelon. "Right here is the woman's womb. That's from where we are. Can you picture yourselves seeing her in this position? Skylar, you seem like you're ready to give. Why don't you lick her?"
Skylar gulped and blushed, crawling to the fruit dummy. He whimpered as he stared at the lewd watermelon. He heard a tiny voice from the cantaloupe and looked up. Instead of a melon, there was a girl in its stead. The Korean, pig-tailed girl opened her legs and grabbed his wrists. "Please, Skylar," she pleaded, "Please lick me."
The young man didn't hesitate at her request. He aligned his jaw on her mound and started lapping her fruity juices. She made him forget his surroundings and kept licking inside her. When he slurped, she made ongoing cries, saying his name. She pulled his blonde hair as he held her hips. He found himself stroking as he licked her deeper. Her pressure became unbearable and her scream echoed as she splashed a gush on him. He pulled out and sat down, his erection squirted on the berries. Raymond snickered and clapped his hands.
"That was great, boy," he commented, seeing the boy's face covered in watermelon juice. "To think your skill is believable. Now, Rudy, it's your turn. Who do you see yourself licking? Huh? Which girl do you see on that table?" Rudy moaned as he saw a girl he once saw. She was naked and light brown. Her hair dangled on the table and her eyes sparkled at him. Her voice was sweet, summoning him with her moan. "Come to me, Rudy. Please ravish me."
"MIEL!" He shouted, taking off his shorts and jumped on the table, his tip entering her smoothly. He heard her cry and her legs coiled around him. He thrusted his hips and carried away too much. She went on to him saying, "Please don't stop! You're making me crazy!"
"Oh no!! She's too tight! I'm going to cum!"
"You idiot!" Raymond pulled his friend out of the melon and Rudy fell on the floor. Rudy cried as he climaxed hard and his rope splattered all over the ceiling. Raymond sighed in awe as Skylar blushed staring. "Jesus," Ray cried, "Just so you know, I don't clean ceilings."
Raymond mentioned this to me on my birthday when he asked me for some advice. Was it really that long already? This thick journal I'm writing right now is my birthday present from John. He told me whenever I had stress, I could write this to make me feel better. I guess after a few days of stressing out in this resort lately, this worked! I do feel, however, that I am now a chronicle historian for the resort. Raymond wasn't the first person to tell me his personal life. The first person came to me for some comfort after her anxiety attack.
