Plug-n-play

You enter the room and your eyes (either intentionally or subconsciously) fall on the cold, dark computer. You decide it best to reconnect the cord and make sure the sudden power loss didn't hurt anything - that's really not good for them you know...

As the screen flickers to life, notes there was an unexpected power loss. However, due to the advances of modern technology, it offers to recover your last session - you should make sure there wasn't anything important running...

The screen goes momentarily dark as it recovers the data. Suddenly, crude images from the night before dance across the screen. The figures move in their familiar ways and you're suddenly hit with the same urges that swelled last night. The evening's brief and unsatisfying events replaying as split second blips in your crowded and lust-addled mind.

{If Prejac = False}The sound of your Rachel calling goodbye and the subsequent click of the apartment door snaps you, if only momentarily, from your stupor. If you are going to muster the willpower to step away from your depraved seat, now is your only chance...{endIf}{if Prejac = true}Your dick immediately swells in your shorts, the fabric tightens and constricts your meager boner. You reach down and rub the crotch of your pants desperately. The pressure overwhelms you as you once again begin to helplessly spurt your cum into your underwear. The stain seeps through the fabric rather quickly, leaving a heavy wet stain. As if on cue, the door to your room opens, "baby, I'm off to w-" but Rachel's voice trails off. She looks down at you as she presses the situation. "Seriously? You can't even wait until I'm gone to watch your filthy little movies? And- what the hell?? Did you cum in your pants again!?" She steps across the room, grabbing your soaked crotch. The seeping cum smears across the fabric as well as her hand. "I wouldn't have gotten you all excited last night if I had now how... delicate you are." She inspects the cum now on her hand with a disgusted face. "You might have an actually problem," her face now shifting to one of pity, maybe even shame.

Rachel callously wipes her hand clean on your shirt, before giving you a distracted goodbye for the day. She seems preoccupied with thought as she leaves you to clean up your mess...{endif}