A long-distance experience - and it blows

It didn't take long for the cracks to start showing in our relationship.

Despite all the effort Amy and I took to close the gap between us, communicating over vast distances remained difficult back in those times. With all the expenses to account for, our plans to stay in touch as much as possible soon dwindled down to a long-distance phone call every other day, as there was no way we could afford flying over to visit the other on a weekly basis. That was assuming we were both available at the time, and in the days before constant status updates online, this was much easier said than done. With our module schedules clashing, compounded by Amy's athletic obligations due to her scholarship, even finding time for a quiet chat was ridiculously difficult.

More often than not, we'd spend our limited time comparing schedules and moaning about how ragged college had been running us. By the time we tried to flirt with each other, the mood would have been ruined, and it was hard not to get frustrated at how needy and whiny we ended up sounding.

And then there was the doubt. Although I never admitted it, I couldn't stop wondering about how Amy was coping - more so since she had always been open to eating eye candy placed in front of her. Half the time in our phone conversations, I had to stop myself from bringing it up, even as I could hear the sheer frustration in Amy's voice whenever she mentioned how fingering herself was a poor substitute for what we used to do, or how cute some of the other college boys were. It wasn't that we didn't try phone sex - we ended up so frustrated during our first attempt that we simply decided to call it a night and furiously pleasure ourselves to a miserable, lonesome orgasm.

A fortnight passed, then a month, during which there were no opportunities for surprise visits or loving dates, even after we'd been denied for so long. I ended up going for long-distance jogs around campus to pass the time, when I wasn't busy studying. It didn't stop me thinking about Amy, but at least it helped to clear my head a little - and give me a little less reason to think about my constantly raging boner episodes.

And boy, oh boy, were there a LOT of boner episodes.