I walked over to him. ‘I guess I wasn’t the only one who was eager to get here,’ he said with his trademark grin on his face. ‘I thought I m...ght hit traffic,’ I said. ‘Yeah right, you just couldn’t wait to see your old pal, Roberto.’ ‘Okay maybe you are a little right. It has been way too long.’ ‘That’s for sure. Why haven’t you called?’ ‘I could ask you the same thing. If I remember our last conversation correctly, you told me to lose your number so that’s exactly what I did.’ ‘I was just. I literally jerked off crying, viewing the footage again and again. When I saw my boyfriend the next time I acted as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t say anything. How could I? If I did, I would have had to admit that I had monitored him without his permission. Of course it doesn’t make any sense, since he was the cheater, but I didn’t think about that at the time.So instead of facing the problem, I continued on using the camera to watch him fuck other guys and jerking off to it. Somewhere. I had masturbated many times thinking of licking her clean after she hadsex, now as she asked, I lay there, what a dummy, I could be a sissy, ifonly I could say, "Yes." Was I just too afraid to find out? It washopeless, sex was hopeless, it won't work, I could see why she wasn'thappy with it. I reached for a clean wash cloth for her, it was my onlygesture of kindness, of love; she took it, but left me to go into thebathroom. I slumbered, like a stud smoking a cigarette, but didn't have ashread. By the second semester, my sexual desert had me parched and starving for physical attention.Tim's attention began to get to me. At first, I guess, it was unconscious that I began to do things in response to him, such as leaving one or more blouse buttons undone, leaning further over than necessary when giving him help during desk work-study periods, and the like. But this unconscious behavior was about to change.About half way through the semester, I gave in to my desires and began to.