Long Distance Girlfriend

You had always felt like the luckiest son of a gun when it came to Sanya Arora. Your dick would swell with pride just thinking about her, that tight little package of pure, unadulterated fire. Her body was a fucking masterpiece, the kind you'd expect to find in the hallowed halls of a Playboy mansion rather than the cramped quarters of a college dorm. Her tits, oh those tits, they were like two perfectly sculpted scoops of vanilla ice cream begging for a taste of chocolate syrup. And that ass? It was a miracle it didn't have its own gravitational pull. When she walked into a room, the air grew thick with the scent of her desire, and you could practically see the drool on every guy's lip.

But here you were, a nerd with glasses so thick you could see the Hubble Telescope's envy. You couldn't believe she had chosen you, of all people, to be her boyfriend. You weren't built like one of those Instagram models with abs you could grate cheese on. You weren't smooth or suave, and your bedroom skills were more like a fumbling amateur's than a seasoned porn star's. Yet, she stuck by you, and you cherished every moment she was in your arms.

Sanya had a way of making you feel like a king, even though you knew you were just a pawn in the grand chessboard of life. Her moans of pleasure, her nails digging into your back, those were the moments you lived for. They were your secret superpower, the kind that made you feel invincible in a world where you were usually the last picked for the basketball team. And let's not forget those texts she sent you, the ones that made you have to hide your boner in the middle of a lecture because they were that hot.

But when the college acceptance letters came rolling in, it was like someone had swiped the rug right out from under you. You had scored a spot in that nerd paradise in Mumbai, the one with the computer labs that had more RAM than your entire apartment building. You had dreamt of it, salivated over it, and now it was yours. But Sanya, oh Sanya, she had been accepted into some fancy-shmancy university in Delhi.

You stared at your letter, your heart sinking into the pit of your stomach like a rock thrown into a still pond. You felt like the universe had played the cruelest of jokes on you. Here you were, the kid who could barely talk to a girl, and now you had to handle a long-distance relationship with the hottest girl in town? You weren't ready for this shit.