Ashton ran to Rebecca's house as fast as his swinging hips could cary him. She opened up and saw his distress. They entered her room.
“What's the matter, Ashton?” she asked. Ashton considered telling her, but it was too embarrassing to talk about. Both about Mathew trying to get in his pants and now how his body was reacting to perverts whistling at him from the street.
“I... just needed to see you. Ah... Um, I know this is a bit sudden, but you've been hinting at maybe giving me a hand job...”
“Boys really do just think with their dicks, hu?” Rebecca teased.
“No, no. It's not that. It's... I'm feeling very strange and I need your help. Can't you just...”
“Well, this isn't how I imagined it would go down, but sure. I'm game.” She knelt down and unbuttoned Ashton's pants and pulled it down. His boxers too. Though she was surprised at how flaccid he was. It actually looked rather small this way. She felt somewhat disappointed, and it showed on her face.
“I'm sorry,” Ashton apologized, blushing. “This is what I meant by feeling strange. It's like my body has changed what get's it on. Can you help me fix it?” Rebecca frowned, but began massaging it between her pinky and thumb. There wasn't much to grab hold of. And flaccid as it was, she couldn't really give a hand job.
“I might have an idea...”