Internet Friends II

We’re always together at his place. I’ve even started to hang out there when he isn’t home. It’s great because he lives so close to the university, and he knows where to find me. I know that he talks to other girls on the internet. Sometimes I spy on him and read over his shoulder to find out who he’s talking to. He can’t stand it. He’s very private; he doesn’t want me to use his computer unless he’s with me. He sometimes talks to the red-haired girl he fucked, but he insists that they’re just friends. I have male friends, and he says that I need to accept that he has female friends, too.