I just grinned exasperatedly, and tugged at my shorts, hoping against hope to make my erection at least a little less visible than it seemed, even under my loose shorts and long tee. Wendy watched my struggle with amused hunger, then bounced over (literally bounced) to the sink to wash her hands.
Moments later, the last group of worms showed up. They were all Seniors, mostly guys, and a few were from my cabin. That was good. I'd have to concentrate to keep them in line at the end of the day, the effort of which would keep my own reactions under control. Wendy had other ideas, however, and turned up her flirting and flouncing to eleven. That was hard enough on me, so to speak, but her charms were more of a shotgun than a sniper rifle, and the young dudes were getting riled too.
They knew
