You friend Marco

You: Hey, Marco. You around? Need some help.

It's a little early for him to be up, but you can hope. Marco's a party type of guy, lots of booze and some drugs. Mostly weed, but you've known him to dip into other things on occasion. You sit on your bed and lay back, trying to ignore the way your breasts jiggle as you do. It takes about 20 minutes for you to get a reply.

Marco: Yeah, okay man. Be there in a bit.

Well, that was easy enough. You sit up and shrug. Marco's always been that kind of guy. If he's able to help, he usually will. You make yourself busy for a little while until you finally hear the doorbell ring.

You make your way to the door and crack it open, seeing Marco standing there. He's got brown skin and black hair, with a fair bit of stubble on his face. He's wearing sunglasses, a black t-shirt that looks wrinkled, and a tan pair of shorts. He's a wiry guy, not really muscled, but not out of shape.

He looks your way as you open the door and you see his eyebrow go up. "Uhh, who are you?"

You bite your lip, trying to think of how to approach this.