Oh yeah.

You weren't unfamiliar with the concept of "sexting" as the kids called it. After all your previous relationship had been a long distance one. The trick was finding the right balance with your audience. Too little and you'll be boring and uninteresting. Too much and you'll come off as a sex obsessed poon hound. Although you were probably the latter, you tried not to let it show as much as you could. Your previous girlfriends and flings demonstrated to you that your sex drive was above average. You could easily fuck at least 4 times a day. You even set a personal best with an ex at 7 sessions in one day, although you paid a price for it. Skin in sensitive areas should not be subject to that much friction.

You also knew that you were packing heat. You were carrying around a dick that was 7 and a half inches and plenty thick. Not pornstar big but definitely big enough for your liking and certainly of your partners'. Your last girlfriend could only take you in certain positions as anything else was too painful. You were hoping to see how well Courtney could take your dick soon. Your mind ran wild with the possibilities. You had always enjoyed being in control but never really explored or experimented with that drive. You had figured that showing too much aggression or dominance would scare a lot of girls off. You figured that kind of stuff was only relegated to porn. Normal people didn't fuck like that. Right?

Either way you often found yourself getting hard in anticipation of what you would or could do with Courtney. In another drunken escapade you typed out a fairly graphic depiction of what you wanted to do to her. It was the typical "make her moan" and "feel her wrapped around your cock" sort of things. But nothing too far off the rails. You didn't want to scare her off after all. To your absolute delight Courtney would often reciprocate. 'Playing' is what you would both later call it. It wasn't the same as actually feeling her body writhe beneath you, but it was as close as you were going to get for now. You stroked yourself off reading her replies of how she wanted to taste you and feel you inside her. It was intoxicating and more than enough to satisfy you for now. She also made sure to let you know how often she got herself off reading our conversations as well.

The whole thing seemed like a dream. Yet you knew it was only beginning. The semester seemed to fly with almost daily 'play' sessions with Courtney. After finals were wrapped up, the only thing left was for her to go to Africa. She wouldn't be able to reply much, if at all, due to the lack of infrastructure where she'll be. You were able to email her though. As long as she actually replied to them, you were satisfied.