"Ugh," you say, tossing the controller down in frustration. "You win again, Hannah."
Hannah pumps her fist in triumph, giving you a wide grin. "Man, Anon, what's up with you? That's your fourth loss in a row. You're usually way better than this."
You sigh, looking away awkwardly. For some reason—just being a teenager, probably—you've been incredibly horny recently, which has made it more and more difficult for you to concentrate. Jacking off usually helps you clear your mind, but it's been a while since you last did it, and it's a bit difficult to explain the situation to Hannah. You're best friends, but... she's a girl, after all.
Unaware of your inner turmoil, Hannah puts her hand to her chin thoughtfully and looks you up and down. "You don't look sick... and we don't have any assignments due any time soon, so what could..." Her gaze falls to your crotch, where your erection is clearly visible through the fabric of your pants, and she grins. "Oh, man, you're really worked up, aren't you?"
You jerk backwards, covering your crotch instinctively. "I-I don't know what you're talking about! It's just—"
Hannah punches you affectionately in the shoulder, cutting you off. "Nah, man, come on, you don't have to lie to me like that. I get it, that's gotta be rough. Want a hand?"
"It... wait, what? Seriously?" You raise your eyebrow, looking at Hannah in surprise.
"Yeah, man, what are friends for, right?" Hannah grins, and you lift your hands away from your crotch with some hesitation. With that obstacle out of the way, Hannah kneels in front of you and spreads your legs, running one hand up your thigh until it reaches the zipper of your jeans.