Time to start the day

Fridays are hard. They were always hard before because you were **** for the weekend, but they're especially hard now that you're looking forward to the football games so intensely.

Still, there's always something to appreciate if you put your mind to it. For example, as you approach your locker, you see Candy standing by a water fountain. You had been good friends when you were kids but had recently grown apart. Since That Night, though, she's been uncharacteristically friendly.

"Hey Sam," she says, grabbing your arm and pulling you close to her. It's really hot today, and you enjoy the coolness of her small hand on your arm. "Come help me out."

Candy stands next to a step ladder and bundle of posters advertising your school's prom; she carries a tote bag with various supplies - tape, pushpins, scissors and string, etc.

"Good morning, Candy," you smile. "How are you?"

"Great, thanks! I just need to finish hanging these posters before first period." She pauses to drink some water, and you drink in Candy. She wears a bright yellow sundress with spaghetti straps and a pleated skirt that rests comfortably on her smooth skin. As she bends over the fountain, the back of the dress rides up to just below her ass. It is unusually warm in the school, and this makes it even hotter.

She straightens back up and turns to you. "So, will you help me? Hand me a poster so I can hang it up here?" She starts positioning the step ladder in front of the water fountain so she can reach up to the section of wall above it.

You'd be happy to help under any circumstances - but with what Candy's wearing, you're especially eager to agree. Her morning perfume is intoxicating, and you're instantly drawn to her.

"Sure, I'll give you a hand."

"Thanks!" she chirps and climbs right up to the top step. You're face to face with her ass, and if you were only a few inches shorter, you'd be able to see right up her dress.

"Um, which one do you want?" you ask, looking at the pile of posters on the floor.

"Doesn't matter; just grab one."

You squat down and pretend to be looking for just the right poster to entice eager water fountain-goers to attend the prom. You steal a glance upward and see Candy pulling tape out of her bag. You also get a very quick eye-full of her curvy ass, which envelops a white thong.

Not wanting to get caught, you choose your poster and hand stand up. "Here you go," you say, handing it over.

"Thanks!" Candy says. She stretches forward to reach the wall above the water fountain and wobbles a little. "Can you hold the ladder for me?" she asks sweetly.

"I'd be happy to," you say, very truthfully.

Now, with Candy stretching up and leaning forward and with you holding the ladder right beneath her, you're perfectly positioned to examine her backside, which is inches from your nose. Her olive skin is smooth and and soft looking, and as she adjusts, you can see a wisp of pubic hair sneak out from beneath her thong. Her perfume extends all the way down her long legs, and you're nearly intoxicated by the intimacy and sensuality of the situation.

"I said, do you have any plans this weekend," Candy repeats as she climbs down from the ladder and you snap out of your reverie.

"Oh, just the normal," you reply, starting to blush.

Candy giggles and smiles at you. "Thanks for your help," she says. "I know you're always looking out for me." She pecks you on the cheek, gathers her supplies and moves on down the hallway.

Looks like it might be one of those days.