Lordmikel
Literotica Guru
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When James was younger, like many kids, he had an imaginary friend. But he didn't really play with his imaginary friend like most kids. She didn't come to the table and eat with him. His imaginary friend only visited him in his dreams.
They had grand adventures, sometimes the places were familiar to him, and other times the places were no where he recognized. But he always enjoyed those dreams with her the best.
As he grew up, those dreams came and went. His imaginary friend also became older. Which made sense, and yet it didn't. Since he never outgrew the need for the imaginary friend.
His imaginary friend, she also became his "type." He always looked at other women and tried to imagine adventures with them that he did with his imaginary friend.
The dreams didn't happen as often, in fact James couldn't even recall the last time one had happened, it was probably 6 or 7 years back. They were all but forgotten. With James at 19, the last dream had been perhaps 12 or so.
Until tonight that was.
James found himself dreaming. It looked to be a party of some kind. He recognized it, it was his school's home coming dance from Spring. He was dressed in his tux. He went to the dance, but it was stag, his date flaking at the last second.
He found himself in the middle of the dance floor, couples all dancing close together for the love song. He looked around, looking for a way to get off the dance floor, but he was surrounded, until as if by magic, there was a break in the dancers, and there she stood.
He knew her immediately, and again she was about his age. He smiled, realizing a part of him had perhaps been missing these past few years. He wondered what grand adventure of a dream he was going on tonight.
They had grand adventures, sometimes the places were familiar to him, and other times the places were no where he recognized. But he always enjoyed those dreams with her the best.
As he grew up, those dreams came and went. His imaginary friend also became older. Which made sense, and yet it didn't. Since he never outgrew the need for the imaginary friend.
His imaginary friend, she also became his "type." He always looked at other women and tried to imagine adventures with them that he did with his imaginary friend.
The dreams didn't happen as often, in fact James couldn't even recall the last time one had happened, it was probably 6 or 7 years back. They were all but forgotten. With James at 19, the last dream had been perhaps 12 or so.
Until tonight that was.
James found himself dreaming. It looked to be a party of some kind. He recognized it, it was his school's home coming dance from Spring. He was dressed in his tux. He went to the dance, but it was stag, his date flaking at the last second.
He found himself in the middle of the dance floor, couples all dancing close together for the love song. He looked around, looking for a way to get off the dance floor, but he was surrounded, until as if by magic, there was a break in the dancers, and there she stood.
He knew her immediately, and again she was about his age. He smiled, realizing a part of him had perhaps been missing these past few years. He wondered what grand adventure of a dream he was going on tonight.