The distance between us killed me. My heart ached for his presence and my pussy pounded at the thought of him. He was my everything and I couldn’t w...it to talk to him, to see his face, to see the look in his eyes when I smile. Everything he does drives me crazy!One lonely night of writing fantasies and waiting for him to come on Skype, I started touching myself. I couldn’t help it, the anticipation was killing me. I read a story and was getting wetter and wetter thinking of the characters being. Fred favored Virginia, while Jerry, who had a cousin at the school, was a strong backer of Florida State.Just to change the subject, Jerry asked, "You and your Dad get the windows up okay?" No, and he's mad at me. He said I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing." Were you?" I guess not. I put one window in backwards." Backwards! You're kidding. It can't be done." Oh, it can be done, but you really have to work at it. Dad says it'll take another couple of hours tomorrow, and I'm. That's all." Gibby scoffs.I wince but can't help thinking about his words for the rest of the week and also the week after that.The following week, coincidentally, was when I saw my best friends going at it like wild anim*ls with no self-control. It was by accident, I swear. I didn't expect them to be jumping each other's bones on Spencer's kitchen sink. I walked into the Shay apartment completely unguarded.Yes, the sink. Where people prepare food and wash dishes.After a little while, I decided. He was awake now, finding his hands tied upon his head to the bed posts.He could also feel my huge toy pressing against his ass cheeks."What’ up, babe?" He stammered out."Hush" I said. "Stay still. Just relax."I reached down lower with my hand and found his cock. I just held it, without stroking it. As I cradled it, it grew in my hand, and I kept licking on his earlobe. In less than a minute, Victor was as hard as he was last night when he was pounding me like crazy. I let go and moved my hand.