Chapter 13 - Episode: Lessons Learned (Part Two)

Professor Joanna Landry's apartment was a little smaller than his own, but the basic make up was the same. The entryway, the bathroom, and the kitchen could have easily been the same, if the interior decorated was a bit different. For instance, her's was decorated where Eric's wasn't. The walls were a faint shade of baby blue and there was an elegant ivy pattern painted along the wainscoting. Eric left his slip on shoes by the door and followed Joanna to the kitchen. It was nice and clean, but there was an electric smell in the air. Not good.

"I haven't tried it since yesterday, but the smell isn't going away," Joanna read the crinkled expression on Eric's face and he nodded.  "All the lights work but for some reason the oven isn't heating up and the smell is just.. well.. it gets worse inside." She pointed at the oven.

"Usually does, when something's wrong." He started and set down his usual toolbag. "I'm going to start with the heating elements and work my way back through the line." He explained. "Hopefully its something in the oven itself, and not behind the walls." That wasn't likely given what he had already smelled and seen." He knelt down beside the oven and gripped the handle.

He opened the oven and lets the smell hit him. An earthy, almost ceramic smell, then metal, dull and iron, and then the stinging tinge of something lighter... aluminum? Still, he was surprised.

"Do use your oven alot?" He asked, and looked over his shoulder, right to eye level with her incredible breasts. She was leaning over him, and the incredible globes stretched the sweater to where he was sure he could see the soft pink tone of her skin between the fabrics.

"Yes, I like to bake. Why, does it seem dirty?" She asked, and he managed to look up, past her breasts to her expression: curious more than concerned.

"No," Eric shook his head and pointed. "It's actually quite clean. Most people who make their own meals more often tend to keep their ovens clean, more than casual cookers, at least." He turned back and started to slide the racks out of the oven and stacked them on the open oven door. He put on a pair of gloves and pulled at one of the three heating elements in the oven. After a short tug, it slid out into his grip.

He leaned back and reached into his bag for a device. It was a simple thing, attach it a part and it checked the current. Eric did, and the reading came up. The number on the device matched one printed on a metal band just past the connection point. Smart of them to include the 'ideal' settings on their parts. This was a new element, and it had the right amount of resistance for something brand new.

"This one's good." He set it down on top of the trays and reached in for the next element. Neither of the remaining two elements had any problems. "So the problem is deeper." He sighed and stood up. He set the tester down on other side of the oven door. Then, Eric took another device from the bag on his way up, this one looking more like a thick smart phone with a reel attached. He pulled on the reel, and at the end was a usb plug. 

He ran his other hand over the top of the oven until he found a panel and slid it to the side, exposing several buttons, dials, and a port for the plug. He jacked in and the device in his hand lit up. "Power is there, to be sure." He dictated the results of his actions and heard the slight shuffle of woolen cloth as Joanna shifted behind him.

Warm breath rolled across his neck and he nearly jumped, he turned his head and Joanna was leaning forward, so that her breasts didn't collide with his back. The light shone in her eyes, bright and curious; her smile was gleeful, wide, and excited; her lips glistened, moist and full. Eric, a mere mortal, lost his train of thought.

"Mister Wyre?" She asked, "Are you okay?" she cocked her head to the side and Eric blinked back to reality. "I think it's done?" She pointed, and Eric turned his head to look at the readout on the screen. Several items were green, then there was a list of grey, then a blinking red item.

"Well, there's the first problem." He nods. "The heat regulator isn't working correctly. The oven's safeties are keeping it from taking heat, because it knows it can't control it." He nodded. Joanna pouted and stepped close, Eric froze as he felt one of her massive mammaries squish flat against his back, the handfuls of natural flesh squeezing tight as Joanna didn't stop at first impact, instead pushing until her other breast was brushing against the underside of his right arm. She craned her head over Eric's shoulder and pointed with her right, so her arm held her breast against him.

"But why isn't it displaying a normal alert then?" She taps the oven's clean white top, the gesture rather pointless in the face of the intimate contact she was giving Eric. Do the women in this building, on this floor, really have no hesitation? He thought as he looked for an answer to her question. Oh, come on, don't leave me hanging! He found one.

"It might not be just that part that isn't working. I'll have to get in there to check." Come on, man! He knelt down. Oh. Eric was sure now that something metallic was dragging up his back around the center of Joanna's left breast. OH. He shifted his arm so that his elbow grazed the same spot, he felt that coolness again, and as he knelt, her breasts rested on each of his shoulders, muffling the noises around him. OH! His voice cried out internally and he focused all his professionalism on the task at hand.

"Joanna?" He asked while looking down into his bag of tools."

"Y-Yes?" She stammered, and he felt her voice through her flesh as a heavy thudding, that might have been her heartbeat, or the pounding in Eric's own ears, thrummed.

"I could use your help with this, though it might be a-" He paused, and leaned his head back just slightly, feeling his head press against the material of the sweater, and between her heavy pillows.

"-a what?" Joanna breathed out, a little calmer.

"-a tight fit." Eric smiled. He leaned forward, and out of her grip. He held up something, a small flashlight, for her to hold. "Hang onto this for me?" He asked, and he felt her fingers brush against his, then close around them. "Yes, like that." He nodded, and slipped his fingers from the grip. There's a soft sound of disappointment. 

He reached down and his fingers found a circular knob, he gripped it and twisted it, until there was a soft, metallic, thunk. The LED lights inside the oven went out and Eric leaned into the oven. "Breaking the circuit so we don't have live wires to worry about." He explained, his voice echoing. "Bring the light in would you?" He asked and he felt her breasts drag against his back. "Ah, where's my bag?" He felt her draw close and her breath drifting down his neck was something he expected this time.

"Like this?" She asked, and Eric smiled as the whole oven's interior was lit up by the light reflecting off the clean interior. 

"Perfect." He nodded, "Ah, where's my bag?" He asked.

"It's right by my le-AH!" she gasps as Eric's hand reached back and grabbed a handful of her bare ass. His fingers dug deep into the cushion soft cheeks of her butt and squeezed firmly, Joanna rested against Eric's back as she let him grope and squeeze and kneed her ass, before his grip began to slide down, squeezing her thick thighs electing a soft moan from Joanna's lips. He broke the contact as his knuckle touched the tool bag, and he he reached in for what he knew was there; a multi-tool. 

He brought his arm back into the oven as Joanna's mouth gasped for breath beside his ear. With a few quick turns, he removed a screw holding a panel tight to the back. "Could you bring you other hand up?" He asked. He felt her left hand snake up his arm, and both her breasts squished flat against his back. Her palm was upward and hand open as Eric saw it slide up before him. "Thanks." He said as he placed a screw in her palm, and let his finger tips brush against hers as he moved his hand back up. He repeated this three more times as he opened up the panel, which he removed from the back and set on the bottom of the oven.

Eric looked over the parts that were visible in the panel. Several metallic and ceramic pieces were arranged and Eric reached back with his left hand, and once against gripped a handful of Joanna's silk smooth skin. The light starts to shake back and forth as squeezes tight. "Hold it steady for me?" He asked, but the  "Steady." He ordered, firmly. and he saw the shaking lessen, even as he kneaded her ass with slow, soft strokes of his fingers. "Good." He praised and hot breath ran over his back. He brought hand down slowly, again. Savoring the feeling of her thigh as he worked his way all the way down to her knee. He felt her tense up, and wet lips pressed at the base of his neck. He let go and picked up the first testing device he'd pulled out, and brings it into the over with him.

"Okay, then." He speaks up. "This shouldn't take long." He tapped one part. "Heat intake is working fine." He tapped another. "Converter is working good too." Then a third. "Oh, okay, yup its this bit. Makes sense."

"What is it?" Her words are hot on his neck.

"It's kind of funny, it's actually one of the pressure sensors."

"The pressure sensor?" She asks, incredulously, "On an oven?"

"Yeah, I'm not too surprised. Now and again people will get lax and forget to calibrate equipment on the regular. When that happens sealed parts like this get under-pressurized. Be glad its this and not part of a tractor's suspension. That sort of fuck up kills people." He's already pulled the part and replaced it in the time it's take him to explain this to her, and she's so hot of breath she doesn't even notice it. "Okay, that's the part replaced." 

"Wait, what?" She asks, and he holds the old part just outside of the oven. 
"Let me just close up the panel." He asked and, with a practiced hand, Eric had the panel in place, plucked the screws from her hand with stunning speed, and secured the panel. "Okay, Now." He reached down and turn the circular knob the other way and there was a soft thump. "That's the circuit closed again." He said. "Check the readout on the device up top would you?" He asked.

"Right." She replied, and stood up, resting her hands on his shoulders as her breasts dragged up his back and she stood up. He leaned back and out of the oven, feeling now her thick thighs against his back as he began to put the heating elements back into the oven, pressing each one back into place. "Its reading green for all the items on the screen now." She said as he slide the last element into place.

"Scroll down the screen, there should be more." Eric said as he slid the racks back in.

"Yes, right." Joanna agreed, her voice shuddering. Eric had the last rack in when he heard the sounds of nails delicately tapping the screen.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked, reaching back to run a hand across her calf, and looked up at the shelf of sweater stuffing that cast a shadow over him. His smile must have looked ridiculous but he didn't care. He dialed it back as he shifted to the side to stand up.

Joanna was breathing heavily, the testing device in her hand. Eric picked up a rag from his bag as he stood up, rubbing his hands over it and cleaning the small amount of soot and grease from them. He leaned over her shoulder to look and saw that the final diagnosis was that the oven was working fine.

"Looks good." He said, and reached down to close the door. As he did, he ran a hand down her back and squatted beside and behind her. His face pressed against against her hip as he reached around her and slowly lifted the oven door. He rose as he did and shifted so that as he stood, the tented erection he'd been sporting now dragged up her inner thigh. "So, Joanna?" He asked, as he stood straight and the bulge of his cock was pressing hard against her ass cheeks.

Joanna squeezed her toes against the tile floor as she looked over her shoulder, back at Eric. He reached around her and with one hand turned the oven dial to its highest setting. "What shall we do," with his other hand he reached under her sweater and filled his hand with her breast. His index finger scrapped over a stiff, fat, nipple, and the metal barbell piercing. "While we wait for the oven to heat up?"