Chapter 7

Jeff pulled out his study notes and quizzed Candy on the first chapter of the First Aid Manual. The only real problem he noticed was her lack of confidence. She knew the material, but sometimes talked herself out of a correct answer. As he had discovered on the way in today, she was a talker and she tended to think out loud as she was working toward an answer to the question.

"I think you're doing great, Candy. You don't really need my help as much as you need to review, review, review."

Candy smiled at him. "Thank you, Jeff, this early stuff, I think I know. You know, the emergency numbers, the 'keep calm', all that stuff. It's when we get to the actual practical parts that I get confused. You'll see: I dummy up pretty quick into the next chapter." And she thought, "At least I'm going to act dumb so you'll stick around."

"I don't think so. You're not a dummy." Jeff smiled back at her.

"I'm going to check in on Harry. Want something to drink." She asked as she headed out the door.

"Um, sure: got any Mountain Dew?"

"Hmm, probably not. No one around here really likes it. We've got Coke and Sprite and A&W."

"None of you drink Mountain Dew? How do you make it through the day?"

"We manage." She laughed at him as they walked past the TV room and, noting that Harry was deep into whatever the Super Saiyan on Dragon Ball Z was doing just then, continued toward the kitchen.

Jeff assumed Candy hadn't noticed that her t-shirt had crept up while they were studying. She treated him to a hot view of her taut ass twitching and gyrating down the hallway. By the time they stopped in the kitchen and she turned to face him again, his dick had grown and begun to balloon the front of his jeans. She didn't miss the fact when she looked his direction.

"Manohmanohman! He's getting hard and it's from watching me strut down the hallway."

She circled his waist with her arms and looked up at him.

"So have you decided what you'll have?" she asked and ground her hips into his increasing erection. "Manohmanohman! He is so hot."

She took him by surprise when she hugged him. And then with the motion of her pudendum against his inflating hard-on, his thoughts about soda completely escaped him.

"Um, uh, um, what?" He stammered.

"What kind of soda do you want?" she giggled at the discomfiture her pelvis caused him and swivelled some more. "I'm really getting to him. He likes what's happening. And manohmanohman so do I"

"Um, Coke, I guess." He wheezed a little with the increasing movement against his boner.

"Okay!" And just as quickly as she had grabbed him, she let go and turned toward the cabinet to get glasses.

"Now what am I going to do. I got hard too fast and now it's going to be hugely obvious if I adjust myself so that my boners sticks down my leg instead of standing straight up and if I let it stand straight up—and it's going to 'have to' in just a second or two—it'll poke up past the top of my jeans into my t-shirt."