They go back to long-distance - and put in the effort

After the night of non-stop, scorching hot sex, we ended up surprisingly mellow by the time we roused back into consciousness. We worked out plans for the coming semesters, discussed how to make communication easier over hundreds of miles, and even scheduled more frequent get-together opportunities.

When the time came for me to fly back to school, things were looking a lot better. For starters, we managed to get cellphones with unlimited minutes, so regular chats were no longer the problem they used to be. We scheduled our classes to coincide each other's, meaning that we had more chances to fly over for extended dates - including a few chances for me to watch Amy at her sporting events. We even bought a pair of webcams, so long-distance sex was no longer limited to words suggestively whispered over the phone. All it took was a few clicks for us to see each other and close enough of the distance between us. I even ended up introducing Jessica to Amy - after I divulged the truth about the near episode I had with Jessica. Of course, Jessica felt awkward about the whole thing at first, but a conversation or two later, the two girls were friends as well. Amy thanked Jessica for being my friend while she was away, while Jessica privately admitted to me that Amy was a hell of a keeper.

It wasn't long before webcam sex became a regular fixture of our college lives while we coped with the difficulties of absence. Some nights Amy would rock out in lacy underwear and ready for bed, other times she would appear in her blemished sports uniform after a hard day of practice, her hair matted alluringly around her face and a delicious sheen on her skin.

"Hey," she remarked one night, while we were both watching the other stroke away at our genitals. "Is that sound what I think it is?"

"Yeah," I grunted, gesturing at the wall behind me from where Amy had heard the thump.

"And this happens every night?"

"Every other, but the way they go at it, it doesn't really make a difference."

"Damn, I can see why you popped a boner whenever you were around her. She might even be hornier than I am," chuckled Amy, before she leaned in closer with a suggestive look on her face. "Say, Ian? Do me a favor?"

"What might that be?"

"Plug out your headphones," Amy said huskily, "And turn up the volume. Way loud."

That night Amy put on such a loud, passionate and over-the-top performance of teasing her own clit until she came, I thought the walls were going to blush. I ended up blasting semen onto the webcam lens, earning uproarious laughter from my girlfriend. From that night onward, the thumping from the neighboring room became significantly softer.

And so our college life passed us by, with the long-distance situation working out much better than we'd expected. The pain of separation was lessened by the steps we had taken to overcome it, and even then we'd already gone through our lowest points in our college life alone, meaning that we didn't constantly worry about each other like we used to. Our separation was ultimately temporary, we realized, and we were satisfied with what we had until then.