But first

Abby went to speak again but paused as she looked down at my crotch. Something was up. I had sensed she was putting on a positive front and forcing the conversation so far, but the smile she cracked when she looked down was genuine, and I knew why.

Abby: But first, let's sort that out

I really should remember how loose clothing doesn't conceal boners very well. Not that I was complaining about that for long. Abby wasted no time in pulling my cock free and getting to work with her mouth with it.

Abby really knew her way around my cock by now. First, she would tease it with her tongue, flicking the head of my cock with it. Then slowly kiss from the base of my penis work her way back up until finally taking me within her mouth. Once within, she would keep a slow, consistent pace, all the while jerking my shaft gently with her hand. I enjoyed myself but knew that I wouldn't last long like this, certainly not after all the edging I had just been doing the last hour.

Me: Abby, I'm not gonna last long like that

I know she heard me because she looked up at me. She didn't stop, though. She just increased the intensity of the blowjob instead. Realising she wanted me to blow, I just relaxed and enjoyed the release. When it did happen, it certainly was one of my bigger ones, so much of it ended up on the floor rather than in Abby's mouth, something she had grown to like.

Abby: Well, that certainly was impressive. Just how long were you jerking off for?

She quickly cleaned herself up and my shaft with one of my towels that was lying around.

Me: A fair while

Abby: Guessing you didn't get much work done then?

Me: not much, no. Did you want me to return the favour?

Abby: No, it's okay. I'm not really feeling it.

Me: But you were feeling it enough to get me off?

Abby: Well, I need to have a serious conversation, and little Alex would have just been a distraction down there. For both of us.

I felt somewhat guilty and annoyed by how mundane and nonchalant the idea of a blowjob had become between us. Abby basically made it out to be a necessary inconvenience. In fact, our whole relationship seemed that way recently.

As if sensing something was off, Abby changed her tone to a more sympathetic, concerned one.

Abby: We really do need to talk.

Me: What about?

Abby: Do you mind if we go for a walk while we do.

My anxiety about this 'talk' grew as we made our way out of the student accommodation area. I didn't say anything, and neither did Abby until we were into a quiet place on the campus. I was about to say something when Abby suddenly blurted out.

Abby: I'm leaving

Me: What? What do you mean you are leaving?

Abby: I'm leaving uni

Me: leaving uni? Why?

Abby: It will only be for a term, I hope anyway, but I have got family issues back home

Abby never really had spoken much about her family, but I knew that she had a younger brother with disabilities. Nothing too scary or worrying, she insisted. On one of the few occasions, she had opened up, but he did need extra care.

Me: Is everything okay?

Abby: Yeah, it's nothing major, my mum managed to break her leg a few weeks back, and dad can't be around all the time because of work to look after her and Aaron. I basically need to be at home and help out until Mum is back on her feet.

Me: What about your uni work?

Abby: The university has been pretty helpful, they said I could learn remotely, and if needed, I can complete some of the modules in the summer or next year.

Me: So is this why things have been a bit weird with us lately?

Abby: Yeah, I feel awful about it. I just had a lot on my mind and didn't know what was happening.

Me: You know you could have told me I could have helped

Abby: I know, I'm sorry. It's just, well, it's...

Me: It's?

Abby: Ah, I feel like I know how stupid this is going to sound out loud.

Me: What is?

Abby: Well, us, right now, me leaving, it's not going to work, is it?

It hit me like a hammer blow. If I hadn't realised the feeling I had for Abby before, I did just now. I began to feel a little sick in my stomach as she continued to talk.

Abby: I knew as soon as I was going to have to go home for a long time that we weren't going to be able to make this work. We aren't even official, only just starting to get to know each other.

She was right. Neither of us really were in a position to have a long-distance relationship. We hadn't even really worked out what our current relationship was.

Me: I...I get it. It's okay.

Abby: You don't have to say that.

Me: Is that why we have been spending time together the last few weeks?

Abby: Yeah, I thought it would make it easier.

Me: I don't know if it does

Abby: I was trying to make it easier for me, honestly. I've meant to have this conversation with you for a while now. I kept putting it off until I couldn't anymore.

Me: When do you go?

Abby: Tomorrow

Me: oh, that soon

Abby: Yeah

We continued to walk as a heavy silence fell upon us both. I wasn't sure how to feel. I couldn't blame Abby for what was happening. It really wasn't her fault. If anything, it must be worse for her. While I had been selfishly despondent about my diminishing sex life, she had been having all of these other things going on. I decided that the last thing Abby needed, well I needed as well, was to mope around for her last night on campus for a while. I **** some positive vibes into me and made it my mission to give both of us a good last night together.

Me: Right then, let's do something

Abby: What?

Me: I can't let you go without convincing you that you need to come back somewhen

Abby: I will be coming back

Me: You say that, but that won't stop me from making sure

My false bravado managed to crack through Abby's shell as a smile crept back onto her face for the first time since the walk began.

Abby: Okay, then what's the plan?