"Let's just see if I can get it working again, shall we?" I asked, rubbing my hands comfortingly up and down her back and kissing her hair. She nodded and backed away, letting me into her room and stepping over to her computer to turn down her music. She was wearing a loose black t-shirt, her favourite colour the last few years for the way it minimized her figure, and pink jogging shorts.
She wasn't wearing a bra, which was normal when she was getting ready for bed, the thick buds of her nipples poking out against her shirt. She took a seat on the edge of her bed, crossing her arms and gingerly cupping herself, whimpering softly.
"Did it just break when you were getting ready for bed?" I asked, kneeling down next to the machine to see what we were dealing with. She already had the owner's manual out on the floor next to it, obviously having tried some troubleshooting by herself before I got home.