He was seated in his bathtub, flipping through the magazine that Josh had given him. The images on the pages weren't affecting him in the way Josh had assured him they would. Perhaps because he didn't know these women, or perhaps because they were simply pictures.

Exhaling softly, he closed the magazine and let it fall outside of the tub. He knew what would make him aroused. Closing his eyes, he thought about Amanda. He thought about how she'd touched him in the pool, the soft pressure of her hands on his thighs and stomach. He thought about the way her hair smelled, and the way she sometimes stared at him, like he was a mystery she was aching to solve.

He felt himself growing hard, and he smiled. Reaching down, he rubbed himself gently through his pants before slipping his hand inside. Josh had told him more or less what to expect, and he made sure he had a towel nearby.

Curling his fingers around himself, he imagined it was her hand. He shivered as he felt a little pulse of pleasure at the image of that in his head. Stroking himself, he imagined what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her, to feel the soft weight of her breasts in his hand, or against his chest. To feel her lips around him, to feel her hands against his thighs or hips.

His hips began to move reflexively, and he was amazed at the pressure building inside of him. He groaned softly once, then louder as his entire body shuddered with the orgasm. He felt the stick, thick fluid spilling across his hands, spurting against the boxers he wore beneath his pants.

When the moment had passed, and the twitches had stopped, he wiped away his release from his hand, and decided to change his pants and boxers. Smiling, content, in a sort of dazed bliss, he discarded the towel and dirty clothes into the basket before he found new ones.

Kyle decided that he liked masturbation, quite a bit.