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Chapters (36)
  1. September
  2. Two
  3. Three
  4. October
  5. Five
  6. Friday
  7. Friday Night
  8. Eight
  9. The Morning After
  10. November
  11. Saturday
  12. Twelve
  13. Thirteen
  14. WINTER BREAK
  15. Fourteen
  16. Week One
  17. Week Two
  18. Week Three
  19. Eighteen
  20. Week Five
  21. Week Six
  22. SPRING SEMESTER
  23. Late January
  24. February
  25. Twenty-Three
  26. Friday
  27. March
  28. April
  29. Twenty-Seven
  30. May
  31. SUMMER BREAK
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Epilogue
  34. Hi everyone!
  35. Other books by Katrina Jackson
  36. About the Author

Alejandro slowed his hand to match the pace of hers coating over the toy. It was the best he could do with the thousands of miles between them.

“Ready?” It was her turn to ask him and his to nod in return.

She scooted back on the bed, putting her pussy even closer, not close enough to touch and taste but close enough that Alejandro knew he wasn’t going to have any problem getting off.

“You have no fucking idea,” he breathed.

The soft hum of her vibrator made Deja moan, which made Alejandro’s balls ache. He watched as she rubbed the vibrator up and down her lips, teasing herself.

“Your clit,” he panted as precome started leaking from the tip of his dick like a river.

She groaned loudly and squirmed as she followed his direction.

He moved his hand to the base of his dick and squeezed himself tight while she teased herself, trying to stave off the aching in his dick and balls and entire body, actually. Deja was like a shot of premium liquor; it didn’t take much of her to get him up and ready and off in no time. It was embarrassing, but he could deal with that emotion later; right now, he didn’t want to wallow in his quick orgasm when flashes of Deja’s pink pussy were on his screen.

“Fuck, Deja,” he groaned, looking up her body for the first time.

Her nipples were hard peaks, and she was pinching and turning her left nipple between her fingers.

“Ready?” she asked again.

He could only grunt in response as he stroked his dick faster. His eyes moved back to her pussy just as she started pressing her vibrator inside. Her stomach clenched, and her thighs began to shake. “Go slow,” he said in a hoarse voice.

She didn’t answer, but she did as he asked. Once again, he matched the movement of her hands and began to pump his dick at the same pace as she pushed her toy inside and out. Those flashes of her pussy’s deep pink became a constant, and Alejandro’s entire world shrank to the small rectangle of his laptop screen.

They were breathing heavily and moaning. Alejandro’s muscles tensed slowly, winding tighter and tighter as he watched Deja fuck herself with her vibrator.

Alejandro had been looking forward to this all day. They’d first started talking about some kind of phone sex just after Christmas, but finding a time when his parents’ house was empty or at least when he thought no one might hear him beating his meat with his girlfriend on Skype was near impossible. They’d spent two weeks trying to find the perfect time until finally, Alejandro just gave up; he didn’t want to wait any longer.