He eyes lose focus, and I know mine are doing the same. I’m the one who could take no more of our routine and I break the pattern, stroking myself w...ile she masturbates, rather than waiting my turn. She smiles and the pace of her fingers quickens. With her free hand she spreads her pussy lips apart so that I could see her fingertips caressing her stiff clitoris.I step to the edge of my balcony and into the full glow of dawn, my cock jutting out over the courtyard below. I realize that anyone. She wanted to feel hated, and he was ready to do it.“I actually do fucking hate you, you fucking whore!” He said, as he pulled his face close to her left ear. “Thooh!” He ended it with a huge spit all over the left side of her face, that made her tight shut her eyes instantly. He then tightened his hand on her left boob and pulled it upwards.“Aaah!” She let out a painful moan. Her eyes were already watering so he wouldn’t do anything more. He kept fucking her anyway.“That’s right, baby, hurt me. Our chats would get pretty erotic and intense. But then he'd head back to school and be offline during that time, so that he could focus more on studies. Timing made it challenging to meet in person, since neither of us could host.As luck would have it, I was home alone one summer week due to a lucky set of rare circumstances. So I hopped online one night and saw my college friend was online too. I said hi and the night's set of events began to unfold.I mentioned that I was going to walk up. I had finished my a freshman year at Dartmouth but didn't haveany serious relationships to date. But everything changed a few daysbefore I was due to return to Dartmouth at the end on summer break frommy home in Franklin Lakes, NJ.My lifelong best friend, Paul Immordino, was also my next door neighborin our "McMansion" development since we were in elementary school. Hewent to school out on the west coast and would also leave soon to go backto Stanford. Paul, an only child like me, lived with.