Kyle's Left Arm

I lay there in bed all glowing knowing I had just experienced the best sex of my life. I opened my eyes after recovering from my estisey all happy knowing every thing was right in the world and having never felt so alive when I realized his big rock hard arm was still under my head. So I turned my head to look at him and realized it was Kyle's arm. Kyle's arm. I do not even know his last name. And I'm not sure what he does at work. It just seamed so right at the time, so natural that our karma libido paridiams where a lined as one. Funny I had never even thought of him in a physical way. I mean he is really good looking and everything. But he is just Kyle, you know what I mean?
Ever since that time I find my self gravitating towards him. I make up excuses to be near him. I need him to share a private moment or a knowing smile. It just gives me a little warm feeling when ever he comes around. And when he is near I never have anything much to say. I just blush a lot. I wonder if he ever had a dream like that about me.