Because this was the only girl I needed, and certainly the only one I wanted, so yeah, I was very okay with that. What I was not okay with was being so damn far away from her. What I wasn’t okay with was the two-thousand miles between me and that that perfect, angelic body and that impossibly tight pussy. She was like a drug, and I was a full-blown addict. And there I was, cold-turkey without her. I did send her a better fucking cellphone though, and a camera for her laptop so we could chat. And by that I mean, “so she could send me high-def pictures of herself sans clothes”. And I think after enough hints and shitty excuses, that roommate of hers started getting the hint that a video call from yours truly meant it was time for her to get gone, fast. “Jesus you look fucking incredible.” She was all glow-y, wearing this tight little t-shirt with her university name across it, and those those little sweat-pant material shorts college girls all seem to wear. And glasses. I’d never seen her with glasses.
