Sure, he could use the company

"Jessica?" Just as she continued to awkwardly squirm on the spot, I reached around her to return the hug she gave me hours ago. "Thanks," I whispered.

"Any time, Ian."

We ended up spending the evening in her vacant dormitory, watching movies and playing games. Soon enough, after we exhausted our options for entertainment, the topic drifted back to my senior year in high school. By this time Jessica had taken to bringing out some vodka from underneath her bed to keep us going.

"C'mon, tell me!" she teased, giggling up a storm after she downed her fifth shot. "You're telling me all the time the six of you were friends, nothing scandalous happened?! Nobody's going to believe that!"

"Tell me about it," I grinned, trying to keep things together. "Nobody did believe me. Nobody went out on dates with me because they all thought I was banging the five hottest chicks in school. Hell, some girls even thought I was gay."

"Well," Jessica smirked, flicking a playful finger in my direction, "At least I know that last bit isn't true."

Reflexively I trailed my gaze to where she was pointing and realized what she meant. My crotch rocket was all set up and ready for takeoff through my jeans.

"Oh, shit," I muttered, turning red as a tomato. "S-sorry."

"What for? That's just how it is for guys, right?" shrugged Jessica with a smile. I looked at Jessica weakly. Her hair cascaded, flowed about her beautiful face, and there was no mistaking the erect tips of her nipples poking against her tight T-shirt.

"Look, don't worry about it. From what you've told me, anyone can tell that you need to relax," Jessica continued. "Why don't you... ah, I know! How about you turn around and let me give you a backrub?"