Brush him off

"I don't know, man... it seems risky," you say. "When this is, like, some weird sex curse."

"I guess," Marco said.

"Besides," you say, taking the joint back and taking another puff. "I wouldn't really know what I'm doing. Like, I didn't grow up with this body, don't know what feels good."

"You've been with girls, right?"

"Yes!" you say, turning to him angrily. "But it's different, you know. Being on the receiving end. It's not like I could try my usual moves on myself."

"True," Marco said. You leaned back into the couch and closed your eyes, taking another puff. You keep your eyes closed until you feel a hand slip into your shirt and bra, squeezing your tit. Your eyes shoot open and you look over at Marco who grins and keeps squeezing.

"What the hell are you-" you're cut off, letting out a little squeak as Marco's fingers pass over your nipple.

"Well, you were saying you can't use your usual moves on yourself. I can use mine on you."

You open your mouth to protest but moan instead, as little sparks of pleasure shoot through you under his attention. You know this is bad, but it feels pretty damn good.