Her old friend Mark.

Mark was just finishing a workout when he got a troubling call from a friend.

"...I have AGS," Jenna admitted after exchanging pleasantries. "Anything anyone says to me I'll believe. It's terrifying, Mark! Can you come over and help me with this?"

He was mortified that his thoughts turned immediately to perverse and illicit things. This was Jenna, for God's sake! If anything like this ever happened to him he would trust her with his life, and here he was thinking about-

"Yes, after you give me the handjob you usually do."

What the hell was wrong with him? He just blurted that out without even thinking about it. He stammered to correct himself but she repeated his words back to him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I always give you a handjob when you come over."

He blinked. She always... he was thinking about using this to take advantage of her, but so far all he had done was reminder her about their little ritual. He gave himself a mental attaboy for being so ethical and rushed out the door.

On the way there, he thought about how sweaty and gross he was but figured that it was more important to get to Jenna as soon as possible than to clean up. As he pulled into her apartment's parking lot, he gave himself a quick armpit sniff and confirmed that he reeked. _Too late to worry about that now, _he thought as he headed up to her apartment.

She greeted him with a hug and a sigh of relief. A second later she backed away disgustedly. "Oh gross, man. You're covered in sweat. What, did you just finish working out?"

"Yeah," Mark replied sheepishly. "It's really not that bad, though, right?"

She frowned for a second and he realized what he had done. "It's really not bad at all," she replied and he agreed. He was a little sweaty but that was it.

She led him into the apartment and gestured to the couch, where he sat down and unzipped his fly. He had caught his breath after the workout and was feeling pretty randy. As she took his dick out and slowly began to rub it, she told him the story.

"I don't know what to do," she said as she finished, her hand pumping away on his now-rigid member. "I could get mindfucked at any time. I could be mindfucked right now and not even know it! What if-"

He interrupted her. He hesitated to take advantage of her situation but this would be for her own good. "It's ok, Jenna. It's going to be ok. You don't need to worry. I'll take care of you."

After a beat, she sighed with deep relief. Her entire body relaxed except for her left hand, which was still jerking him off. "You're right. I don't need to worry, of course you'll take care of me."

He grunted as he felt himself building to a climax in her hands. He appreciated the constant handjobs and didn't resent at all that he needed to take care of her. He took solace in knowing that it would be ok. She didn't have to worry with him around.

As usual, it didn't take Jenna long to get him to climax. He grunted heavily and shot his seed onto her shirt. "Oh shit, that's gonna be a pain to clean up," she said with chagrin.

"Don't worry about it," he told her. "Not a problem."

She agreed, of course. It really wasn't. He wasn't sure why she was so worried about this whole thing, and neither was she. It was really going to be ok.

"Well, now we both need a shower," she said with a laugh. "Not that this is a problem, but I'd rather not smell like your cum all day."

"Maybe we should take one together," he joked. As soon as he'd said he realized the problem. "No, wait-"

"Yeah!" She cut him off enthusiastically. "We should! It'd be easier to clean each other up anyway!"

He shrugged. She was right. It might be awkward to shower with a platonic friend but they definitely should.