They go back to their long-distance relationship, but this time it works

When the time came for me to once again return to school, we bade each other our customary tearful farewell. Though it hurt just as much as ever, this time there was something different about the way we said goodbye. There was no uncertainty; no creeping fear that we were making a huge mistake.

From that day forward, we just made it work. There were a few things that made the long-distance thing easier this time around: Elizabeth and I were able to schedule all our classes Tuesday-Thursday, creating four-day weekends we could spend together. We both finally got cell phones with unlimited minutes, and we both bought webcams, which were a god-send on those lonely nights when we just needed to see one another.

I’ll never forget the first night we plugged those things in. Elizabeth—still stuck on the other side of the country—was getting ready for bed, wearing a thin red camisole over her enormous, braless breasts.

“Lock your door,” she whispered.

And so I did, feeling my pulse quicken as my beautiful girlfriend smiled back at me from hundreds of miles away and slowly let the straps of her camisole slide off her delicate shoulders. The swells of her luscious cleavage bulged above the drooping neckline.

“Wow,” I panted.

“Oh, you like that?”

In response, I slid off my boxers and grabbed hold of my aching shaft. On-screen, Elizabeth taunted me, squeezing her own tits through the brief fabric of her shirt. I watched transfixed as that neckline drifted lower and lower.

Elizabeth gave the corner of her shirt a quick little tug and her breasts spilled into view. The hand on my cock went on auto-pilot at the sight, furiously jacking off. Panting, I watched as Elizabeth rubbed and caressed her own nipples, her growing arousal adding color to her cheeks…

I came, dribbling hot white semen down over my fingers.

So, yeah, there were a few things that helped us with the long-distance thing our second time around. But the real difference—what really made the situation work that second time—was the two of us. We’d both matured a lot in our time apart, and we’d both spent enough time experiencing college on our own that we didn’t have to worry about what we were missing by staying together. We were at peace with what we had.