Jacob sits on the couch in their shared apartment, scared he might lose Izzy but excited this might be exactly what their retionship needs: to get away from their normal life. but most of all he knew was that after fighting for the st month and a half over seemingly everything and anything, culminating in her ruining his chances in the gaming tournament, he was both horny and stressed.

  So he is doing what he always does when he is stressed: watching porn and getting off. He sits back, stroking himself, thinking about his girlfriend, the way her underwear cups her butt, the way she feels when she rides on top. He is also thinking the dirtier thoughts he keeps hidden. How he loves how she looks when he fills her full of his cum, how it drips out of her.

  Her red, cy, and worn underwear against his nose, smelling her scent. His dick curves upward and is average in length but pleasing in girth; he pumps it, the head just slipping between his fingers. He feels close already, the girl in the video on his phone pulling out a thick toy with a cum tube, the fake lube running down her butt and onto a towel. He moves the panties from his nose and rubs them on the tip of his dick. He grunts and cums, catching it in the crotch of her panties.

  The cold realization of his situation dawns on him. The next phone call he gets determines the path of his life. He is still recovering as his phone rings, and he quickly turns off the porn and answers.

  "Hey, Jacob, I took the job, and you can stay here too, she says with mixed emotions.

  “That's amazing news. Are you sure you want me to?” He says, slightly out of breath and looking at the cum-filled underwear sitting on the floor. He feels a little guilty about what he has just done.

  “I think so. Like you said, we can try it.” She sighs, “If you hate it, you can go,” she says, concerned but still in love. They had been through a lot. From starting dating in college to living together without even a couch to sleep on, they had built a life.

  She pushes away the doubt: “It will be great,” she lies, or at the very least hasn't convinced herself.