Well, by some standards.

In her bathroom, Mark was amazed by how easily she stripped in front of him. He hadn't trimmed lately, but she had a thick thatch of fur covering the yonic meeting between her legs. He awkwardly removed his shorts, letting his flaccid penis dangle limply in front of her.

She giggled. "So that's what you're packing. I've always wondered!"

He blushed even deeper, not sure how to take her comment. "I- um, let's just shower, yeah?"

She turned on the hot water and waited for it to warm up. In the meantime, he covered his genitals with his hands. She laughed at that.

"Dude, I'm gonna be scrubbing down that little dick of yours in a few minutes. You've got nothing to hide."

Mark didn't know what to say, so he just shrugged and tentatively released his hands. "My dick's not little."

She nodded vigorously, putting a hand into the shower to test the waters. "It's not. Let's hop in!"

She enthusiastically entered the shower, with Mark trailing slightly behind. As they entered, he pressed his back against the wall. They needed to shower together, of course, but he didn't want it to get sexual. Jenna was an old friend and he didn't want to make things awkward.

She started to soap up and he became aroused in spite of himself. Seeing her manipulate her perfect, round orbs made his cock spring to attention.

"I... um, do you need help? I should help."

She turned to him, something like recognition cast across her face. "You should help. Yeah, man, help me out. There's a lot of hard-to-reach places! It'll be like detailing a car." She gave a throaty laugh.

And why not? He should help her, after all. Mark took the sponge and soap in hand hesitantly. Jenna was still a close friend. How could he do this without things getting weird between them?