I looked at her incredulously. I had lost the third game of Mortal Kombat in a row and we were both sprawled on her bed, Hannah holding the controller and laughing maniacally. Her voice echoed through the small room, the only other sound being the faint whirring of the air conditioner in the background.
"Ugh," I grunted, annoyed. Hannah just chuckled and tossed the controller next to her on the bed.
"You're sooo off your game. Bro. Like, you suck." She lay back on her pillow, smirking at me, her long blonde hair spilling around her face.
"Shut up," I retorted playfully, still slightly grumpy at having lost, again.
There was no denying the frustration in me, simmering under my skin. It was one of those moments when you felt so restless and hyper that you didn't know what to do with yourself. This was partly a normal teenage thing, but it was also the lingering effects of losing for a third time in a row to Hannah.
Jerking off was something that helped with those kinds of things. The need to release was there, right in the base of my spine, like a constant urge that couldn't be ignored. But it had been days since I'd had a moment alone, and I was getting desperate.
There was no way I could explain any of this to Hannah, so I settled for flopping down next to her with a sigh.
"Want to play another round?" she offered, nudging my shoulder with hers, completely oblivious to my thoughts.
Her blue eyes went wide as she smirked.
"Um, Leo... Care to explain?" she asked, motioning towards my crotch, where my erection poked out obscenely through my basketball shorts.
I scrambled with an immediacy I hadn't realized I possessed to cover it, bringing my legs up. "Shit!"
"Calm down, I won't make you feel bad," she grinned, still not averting her gaze. Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she watched me struggle, which wasn't doing anything to ease my nerves.
"This is not...I mean—"
She put up her hands, still grinning. "Bro, chill. Seriously, it's fine. Though I am curious as to what's got you going."
"Oh, well. I, uh..." I searched for an explanation, running my hands through my hair and trying my best to ignore the intense throbbing below. "I haven't, um ... been, ah, able to ... lately ... you know." I was fumbling over my words and she just raised an eyebrow. "Family at the house."
"Ah, yes, the sad state of privacy in the Benson home. I feel ya," she smiled, looking genuinely empathetic. Then she added, as if it was an afterthought, "Still though, maybe a little wank would do you some good? Want a hand with that?"
"What?" I squeaked, sure that I hadn't heard correctly.
"Yeah, dude. Come on, let me help you out." Her tone was surprisingly casual. "Here, move your hands."
"N—no, uh, I—"
"Relax! Don't make a big deal out of it." She rolled up, onto her knees, and made her way towards me on the bed.