After two weeks of this I asked if you thought of yourself as my boyfriend. You answered that you were not sure, but that you wanted to be. You confessed that you were dreaming of me day and night and practically living for our time together. It was just as I had hoped. You didn’t find my teasing cruel, you found it thrilling. So I told you that I wanted to ‘be your girl,’ and that I was finally ready to touch your cock and make you cum.