Morning Fantasies

With morning sunlight filtering through the thin blinds of his bedroom, Kyle's world was still somewhat blurred, caught between sleep and wakefulness. His glasses, somewhat askew on his nose, did little to sharpen the fuzzy edges of his reality. Picking up his phone from the pillow beside him, the digits on his screen squirmed before they consolidated into something coherent: 11:37 AM.

Kyle groaned, his head still heavy with the remnants of last night's alcohol. The memories of the previous evening with his friends were a playful tide, ebbing and flowing within the depths of his mind. The laughter, the music, the dancing - and Avery.

Avery with her radiant smile, her sparkling eyes, her laughter that was as intoxicating as the wine they'd shared. They had met a couple times before, a mutual friend of his old roommate's girlfriend.

However, the wine had made her far more flirtatious towards him than she usually acted. He remembered the soft weight of her head on his shoulder, the tickling sensation of her breath against his neck, and the gentle press of her lips against his cheek when they parted ways.

His heart fluttered at the memory, the sensation still so tangible. He was fond of Avery, her energy, her spirit, her unspoken sensuality. Yet, amidst the intoxicating rush of last night, he had held himself back, not wanting to take advantage of the moment, of her.

Kyle slipped his glasses back onto the nightstand and lay back down, staring at the ceiling. His movement waffed a scent into his nose; he could still smell Avery's perfume, a lingering touch of the closeness they shared the night before.

A wave of desire began to unfurl within him, a tingling sensation that started from his core and spread outwards, reaching his lower regions. A familiar pressure started building, his boxers growing tight as his cock began to harden. The sensation was a pleasurable ache, a testament to his escalating desire.

His fingers traced the outline of his cock, feeling it harden and twitch in response to his touch. The warmth radiating from his length, the hardness beneath his fingers -- it was a delicious feeling that fueled his desire. His breath hitched slightly as he brushed over his sensitive tip, a low moan escaping his lips at the pleasurable jolt that shot through him.

The weight of his arousal was too much to ignore, his body aching for a release. He threw his bed covers down to reveal his boxers to the dim light of the room. His hand shook slightly as he pulled his boxers down to his thighs, freeing his hard length. A rush of cool air hit him, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

Kyle's breath hitched in his throat as his fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. The initial touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him. The sensation was intense, the friction of his hand against his sensitive flesh causing him to groan. His mind was filled with thoughts of Avery, the way she looked, the way she smelled, the way she felt against him.

Slowly, almost teasingly, he began to stroke himself. His grip was firm but gentle, his strokes rhythmic, matching the pace of his ragged breaths. His other hand dug into the sheets beneath him, his knuckles whitening with the effort to keep himself grounded.

His eyes squeezed shut, the vivid images of Avery swimming behind his eyelids. His mind journeyed back to the previous night, recalling the sight of Avery in that alluring dress. She had looked nothing short of stunning, her figure perfectly accentuated by the form-fitting attire. The dress had a low cut, revealing the enticing swell of her breasts. He remembered the way her nipples had been visibly straining against the fabric of her dress.

As Kyle's arousal grew, he felt the slickness of pre-cum begin to wet his grasp. With his left hand, he steadied his throbbing length, his fingers trembling slightly with the effort. He then wet his right fingertips with his pre-cum and moved upwards to his sensitive glans.

Gently, he rubbed the pre-cum around his glans, using the liquid as a form of lubrication. Each touch sent waves of pleasure rippling through his body. His fingertips teased his frenulum, causing his hips to buck involuntarily into his touch.

Kyle's fantasy took a more intimate turn as he envisioned Avery, naked and straddling him. Her skin was a tantalizing canvas that begged for his touch, and his hands roamed freely, tracing the planes of her back, down to the dip of her waist, and up again to the graceful curve of her shoulders.

He imagined her naked breasts -- full and supple, their soft weight filling his hands perfectly. He could feel the responsive prickling of her nipples against his palms, hard and eager from the heat of his touch. His thumbs traced slow circles around the puckered peaks before he gave them a gentle squeeze.

The sound he imagined Avery making in response was intoxicating. A soft, sultry moan that vibrated through the hush of the room, reverberating in his ears and stirring a primal desire within him. He could almost feel the way her body would quiver, the way she'd arch into his touch, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands.

A groan of need escaped his lips as he switched his cock back to his right hand. His grip was firmer now, his movements more deliberate. His palm slid up and down his throbbing length, each stroke building on the wave of pleasure washing over him.

He pictured Avery leaning into him, her body pressed enticingly against his. The warmth of her skin against his sent a shiver coursing through his body, a prelude to the potent desires that would soon seize him.

Her lips, he imagined, would be soft and inviting, the kind that were made for kissing. He could almost feel them pressing against the sensitive skin of his neck, her breath hot and moist against him. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, a gentle exploration that set his skin ablaze with a need he could barely contain.

Her lips traced a path of desire down his skin, her kisses punctuated by the soft flick of her tongue and the light scrape of her teeth. Each kiss was like a love note, an intimate testament to the desire that they shared. His heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm matching the tempo of his escalating arousal.

His breath hitched in his throat as her lips moved lower, trailing down his chest. The phantom sensation of her kisses was so potent, it was almost as if she was truly there with him. He could almost feel the wet trail her lips left behind, a path that marked him as hers.

His hand moved faster on his cock, the rhythm matching the increasing pace of his heartbeat, as he lost himself in the fantasy of her. Each upstroke and downstroke was a study in ecstasy, a dance between him and the specter of Avery in his mind. His left hand clawed at the sheets beneath him, his knuckles whitening with the effort to anchor himself in the midst of this pleasure storm.

His moans grew louder, more frequent, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The room was filled with the sound of his pleasure, the only audience to this intimate moment. His body was on fire, every nerve ending aflame with desire. The pressure in his lower abdomen was mounting, a bubble of pleasure ready to burst.

In Kyle's vivid fantasy, Avery's lips moved in a languid path towards his ear, each kiss leaving a lingering warmth on his skin. He could feel the heat of her breath against his ear, a tantalizingly intimate touch that set his nerves ablaze.

She drew back just slightly, creating a space that seemed to thrum with anticipation. Then, she leaned in again, her breath brushing against his ear in a teasing caress. A moan escaped her, soft and enticing, filled with desire. It was the prelude to her command, a sultry whisper that was powerful enough to stoke the fires of his arousal.

"Cum for me."

The onset of his orgasm was sudden and powerful, hitting him like a riptide that pulled him under its thrall. It started at the base of his spine, a fiery sensation that climbed up his body before radiating outwards. His muscles tensed, his back arching off the mattress as he succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

His hand, which had been skillfully guiding his pleasure with a fervent rhythm, tightened around the hardened length of his cock as his body shivered in anticipation. He could feel his climax surging up from the depths, an overwhelming rush that was as intense as it was unexpected.

A low, guttural moan escaped his lips, a raw sound of pure ecstasy that echoed through the silence of his room. It was a testament to the intensity of his pleasure, a sound that articulated what words couldn't - the complete surrender to his body's primal demands.

His cum surged out, hot and thick, in powerful spurts that marked the peak of his pleasure. His hand slowed its strokes, a gentle coaxing to milk out every last drop of his release. Each wave of pleasure was accompanied by a soft grunt, a sigh of satisfaction that signified the end of his erotic journey.

As the waves of pleasure gradually subsided, Kyle was left floating in a warm sea of contentment, a soft smile of satisfaction on his lips. His heart rate slowed, his body sinking into the mattress as the intoxicating afterglow of his orgasm washed over him. His fingers loosely gripped his softening cock, the remnants of his climax glistening on his hand.

Eventually, he gathered the strength to move, his arm reaching out towards his nightstand. His fingers brushed against a box of tissues, pulling a few from the opening. With careful movements, he cleaned up the evidence of his intense climax.

He leaned back against the soft pillows, his body sinking further into the mattress. Exhaustion seeping into his limbs, Kyle rolled over onto his side, his body sinking deeper into the comfort of his mattress. The cool sheets felt soothing against his bare skin, a welcoming contrast to the lingering warmth of his orgasm.

As he drifted off, he held onto that image of them together. His body relaxed, the tension melting away as he settled into a comfortable position A soft sigh escaped his lips as he surrendered to the pull of sleep, his final thoughts of Avery and the promise of what their friendship could potentially become.