In Your Eyes (closed for Angelika)

Lordmikel

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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.
 
Sally had never told anyone of her dreams. No one would understand. All her life, growing up, she rarely had any dreams. But occasionally she did. And when she did, he would be there. Her mysterious friend who seemed to always loom in the shadows of her mind.

He laughed with her, played with her and grew up with her. He was always there in her dreams whenever she needed someone to comfort her. She knew that no one would understand, and that is why she never told anyone.

It had been years since the last dream. Sally had let her hectic life consume her to the point to where she never dreamed, just slept alone in darkness. One night she thought back to the time when he visited her in her sleep. He was nothing but a memory now, and she was afraid that she had only imagined him, and would soon forget everything about him.

Until one special night, she had a dream again. She was 19 and at some sort of dance. She hadn't gone to her school dances and this didn't look like her school's gymnasium. But it was definitely some sort of formal dance and everyone was dressed up and moving to the beat.

Looking down, Sally was wearing a light blue dress, which matched her eyes, and complimented her blonde hair. She found herself in the middle of the dance floor and a slow song was playing. Looking around at the people and not recognizing any of them, she turned and saw the crowd part, revealing him. He was older, but she'd know his face anywhere. She smiled and started to walk towards him.
 
James moved forward to Sally. His initial thought was to give her a hug, but this was a dream, and dreams were supposed to be magical, instead he wrapped one arm around her and pulled her in close as he began to dance. He couldn't help but be smiling though. His eyes locked with her as she swayed to the music. In perfect harmony only as one can do in a dance.

"I'm glad it is you who I'm taking to my Homecoming Dance. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way." She felt so very good, her body pressed against him. "You always wear the perfect outfit for any occasion."

They danced for the length of the song, James keeping Sally close to him. As the song ended, James continued to dance with her before finally stopping when people around them clapped. He looked into Sally's eyes, "so what grand adventure she would go do?"

Grand adventure was there phrase. It meant exactly what one would think it meant.
 
Sally began to dance with James, mirroring his smile as they effortlessly glided across the floor. Her eyes looked into his and suddenly everything was right in the world. It was as if the piece that had been missing was finally back.

"I didn't get to go to my Homecoming Dance, so I'm glad I get to accompany you to yours." Sally said, noticing how nice it felt just to be touching him again, even if it was in a dream. She looked down at her dress again. It was similar to the one she wore to her mother's wedding.

"Thank you." She said, blushing at his compliment. She smiled and never took her eyes off of him throughout the rest of the song, still can't believing that she was dreaming of him again. At the mention of 'grand adventure', Sally could feel her pulse quicken.

"Oh I don't know. I'm sure we can find something fun to do..." She said with a sly smile and grabbed his hand, leading him off the dance floor.
 
James followed Sally, momentarily checking out her legs and her very cute ass. Dreams involving Sally were always fun and adventurous. But this new adult Sally was quite attractive as well.

The dance simply dissolved behind them as his mind stopped forming that part of the dream. The music still lingered, seeming to surround them both in its upbeat life.

As they walked the ground became sandy as they both found themselves on the beach. James looked around, not recognizing this place at all. Which happened many times when he dreamt of Sally. He figured his subconscious must have noticed this place, perhaps on Hawaii 5-0.

His tux was now gone and he was only in a simply bathing suit. His shirt was off, showing how he did work out just a bit. His still held Sally's hand as the water splashed onto his toes, making him jump just a bit. "Yes, we do always seem to find something to do."
 
Sally didn't know where she was leading him until they were there. It was a beach, which reminded her of the one her father took her to before he died. She looked back at James and saw that he was now in a bathing suit. An eyebrow raised as she was happy to see how he looked without a shirt on. She realized that she, too was in a bathing suit, hers being a bikini, revealing her skinny, yet maturing, frame.

Sally hoped that in her dream, she didn't look so awkward as she felt in real life. Her breasts were starting to grow bigger, now at a full B cup. Her hips were wide enough to eventually give her a hourglass shape, if she were to only put on a few more pounds. Her teenage years had not been kind to her.

But with James' hand in hers, she didn't feel self-conscious like she normally did. She smiled back at him and pulled him with her into the water until they were submerged up to their waists.
 
He walked with Sally into the ocean. Truly he had never been to the ocean, but right now in his dream it seemed to be so natural. Like he had been here before. Another wave crashed up and against them, but he hung onto Sally's hand. Soon he was forced to let go of her hand as they were in a bit deeper water as they simply treaded, the waves causing them to bob.

He finally moved a bit closer to her, wrapping his arms around her in an embrace. Using his feet to keep them both afloat.

Her skin felt warm, even though the ocean was cold. It felt so good being against her. He whispered in her ear, "I've never been to the beach before, I should try sometime. Although I doubt any woman there would be half as beautiful as you."
 
Sally loved the ocean. It reminded her of happier times. And it was only fitting to be here with James, even if it were only a dream. She smiled when he wrapped his arms around her and kept them both floating. She relaxed and trusted him to not let her float away.

Sally blushed when he complimented on her beauty, smiling shyly. She looked into his comforting eyes as she could see that he truly meant it. Here he was, her imaginary friend, telling her things that only an imaginary friend would tell her. It was still nice hearing that he was as attracted to her as she was to him.

She wrapped her arms loosely around his shoulders as she really looked at him, taking the moments to see how he had matured from the scrawny little boy to the man she held in her arms right now. She was amazed at how detailed this dream was, how he could almost be a real person that she was actually touching in the cold water. Sally could feel both their heartbeats increase as they looked into each other's eyes.
 
Dreams change and soon the two found themselves raising out of the water, a swan beneath their feet. But no live swan, it was a swan shaped car, like one might find at an amusement park.

The swan at first traveled through the sky and James wrapped his arm around Sally. The sights along the ocean were quite breath taking, but then they went inland, moving faster until the scenery became a blur.

Finally the swan landed at a carnival. James recognized it immediately. He had been here a few years ago. It had some great rides and a tunnel of love with a swan car. That was the only ride he didn't go on when he was here. He felt silly going by himself.

The swan car was heading straight at the entrance.
 
Sally giggled a little as she realized that they were in a swan car heading straight for the tunnel of love. It was kind of funny how events were unfolding in this dream. It was like her subconscious was trying to tell her something, but she couldn't understand just what it was.

She snuggled into James' side as she pulled the blanket that had appeared over her shoulders. She laid her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the ride.
 
James wrapped his arm around Sally as they entered the tunnel of love. He had never been inside of it, so his mind was a mish mash of what the ride should look like. It went from one scene to another, lovely, sexy, scary. Finally James pulled Sally onto his lap and looked her in the eyes. The tunnel of love went all sexy once again.


James looked into her eyes and then finally kissed her. His lips came to her and he was sure she could feel him as she straddled him.

"Everything is Awesome!!! Everything is cool when you're part of a team. Everything is awesome, when you're living a dream."

James opened his eyes as the radio started blaring that song. It was so going to be stuck in his head all day long. His cock was rock hard and he really he could have dreamed a few minutes longer. That would have been perfect. Now he was hot and needed a shower. Work was going to wait for no man.
 
Sally hadn't been inside the tunnel of love either, but watched as the dream revealed what she thought it would be like. She happily sat on his lap as he held her closely, looking back in his warm eyes.

They were kissing, and she could swear there were fireworks going off in the background of the dream. It was a strange experience finally getting to this point with her imaginary, best-friend, and she was sure that the psychologists would have a few words to say about this.

But she didn't care, she straddled his lap and ran her fingers through his hair as they kissed like the teenagers they were.

Her eyes shot open and she felt as though she had been dropped back into reality. Her heart racing, Sally tried to gather her surroundings and realized that she was in her room. Groaning at the thought of having to face another day, when all she wanted to do was go back into her dream, she shut her eyes and pulled her covers over her head, blocking out the sun.

It was the summer before her first semester of college, and she had packing and stuff to do before the big move-in day next week. She didn't want to get out of bed, and she tried thinking back to her dream. Behind her closed eyes, she pictured his face, remembering the way he looked at her. She smiled as she thought of the way his lips tasted as they kissed.
 
After James showered and got ready for work, the dream still at the foremost on his mind. He really needed a girlfriend. He could still almost feel her presence in the house, packing of all things. Even his daydreams were working against him.

As he left for work, he swore in the mirror he saw her, bending over and packing a box. She looked so good in those shirts ... but then she was gone and he made his way off to work.

***

Work for James at the moment was an internship at a computer company. He got paid well, although he had to do a silly video presentation for the end. Everyone was really nice. Today he was at his computer, trying to figure out this one problem he was given. He put on his headphones and listened to pandora to concentrate and block out the rest of the world.
 
Sally spent most of the day packing up her room, putting the essentials in boxes, throwing away unnecessary things and packing away some of her keepsakes. Her mom and stepdad wanted to turn her room into a guest room, so she was having to pretty much pack up her whole life.

She could've sworn she caught glimpses of James in the corner of her eye every now and then. She would stop and blink a little, before his image went away. He had been sitting at her desk working on her computer at one point, and she wasn't sure what was going on with her mind. Was she that desperate to have a boyfriend that she was now bringing her imaginary friend into the real world? This was starting to get crazy.

Out of nowhere, music started playing. She looked to see if she had left her pandora on, but it wasn't that. It must've been a neighbor or something, even though it sounded like it was coming form the room with her. Not that she minded, she liked the song that was playing and continued packing, singing along to some of the lyrics that she knew.
 
After work James hit the gym. A day of light sitting always made him feel the need to burn through some energy. His muscles did seem a bit sore though, almost like he had been carrying boxes all day. It was because of this he diminished his weight lifting and instead decided to hit the bags.

He had his gloves on, punching at the bag. Occasionally he would back up and practice some kick boxing as well. Anything to get him to loosen up a bit. After another short round there, he was tired and drenched in sweat.

That was finally when he did a quick shower and then hit the hot tub. The water surrounding his body was perfect.
 
A year passed. Sally went to school. She caught the eye of a boy in her classes and started to date him. His name was Chris and he was a sweet, caring guy, who was extremely respectful and seemed to like her strange quirks. She liked that he never pressed her for information about her past or her secrets unless she told them to her.

They had been dating for 4 months now, and they had decided it was time to take their relationship further. She had fallen for this guy and had made the decision that she wanted him to be her first. They planned everything out, starting with a romantic dinner and candlelit bedroom and everything. She came home to her apartment with him having dinner ready and she enjoyed the sweet conversations and delicious food that he had made.

After dinner Sally followed Chris into her bedroom, and smiled at all the effort he had put into it to make everything so special. They sat on the edge of her bed, kissing, gently at first. He guided her down to where she was laying on her back and he was on top of her kissing and holding her close. She was really enjoying the feelings that were rushing through her body. And she couldn't help but to be reminded of her first "kiss" that she had with James in her dream.
 
A year went by in like a blink of an eye or the turning of a page. James had just finished a day at work, finishing his night class and he was just sitting down to watch some TV. He had Castle on DVR and he was looking forward to it. Then he heard the noise from the bedroom.

Since he was alone and didn't have any pets, any kind of noise was never good. James picked up his baseball bat he had by his couch and slowly made him way to the bedroom. What he saw there was more surprising than anything he had ever seen before.

There was Sally, making out on his bed. But then he realized it wasn't his bed nor his room. The decorations were off as he walked around the bed and looked at the two people and at the room. The baseball bat still in his hands, ready to swing.

Finally he found words, "what the hell is going in here?"
 
Sally jumped at the voice. She didn't expect anyone to barge in, because her roommate was out of town this weekend. And she definitely didn't expect to hear...his voice.

"Everything okay, babe?" Chris asked as he looked down at her shocked face. She was about to respond when she noticed James in the corner of the room with a bat in his hands. She jumped in surprise, pushing Chris off of her and sitting up in her bed.

"Sally, what's wrong?" She heard Chris's voice, and it was obvious that he couldn't see James. What the hell is going on? Sally thought as she looked between Chris' and James' equally confused face, still unable to find the words.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea." Chris said, figuring she was scared to lose her virginity tonight.

"I'm sorry," She said to him, trying to avoid looking at the appalled James who was still there in the corner. "I thought I could do this. But..."

"I understand sweetie." Chris smiled at her in his loving way. She smiled back at him as he cupped her cheek and kissed her on her forehead. "I'll let you get some sleep. I'll call you tomorrow." He said, understanding how she got sometimes.

He left her alone. Well not alone, James was still there. And now, she looked around and was suddenly not in her room. She started to panic. "What the hell, where am I?"
 
James watched it all unfold, the guy leaving and Sally looking at him. He was quite sure that the guy could not see him. He seemed to completely ignore everything but Sally.

As she wondered where she was, James looked around and realized it was his room. "This is my room." He stated matter of factly. He asked the better question, "Why are you in my room?"

But then the room shifted and they were no longer in his room but back in the other place. James dropped the bat and took a seat on the bed. "Perhaps I'm losing my mind." He whispers, "Seeing things."
 
His room? James? Sally wondered to herself as she looked around the room, taking in details that were as familiar as they were unfamiliar. But it couldn't be, he wasn't real. Just something she dreamt up to comfort her through hard times. This definitely wasn't a hard time, so why was he here? And why was he just as confused as she was.

And then suddenly she was back in her room. But he was still there, and he moved to sit on her bed.

"Well if you're losing you mind, I must be too." She said to him, moving closer to him, trying to discern if he was really there or not.

"You're not real, you're just a dream." She said out loud, hoping it was true, but at the same time wishing it wasn't.
 
James shook his head, "No you are imaginary." He stated. "I started dreaming of you at a young age. I had to talk to a counselor and everything to explain to me how you weren't real but only "imaginary." He did the actual little quotes for that word.

James then began to walk around the room, pacing. "Let's just go with, you're real and I am real. That doesn't explain any of this."
 
Sally raised an eyebrow as he started talking and pacing. He had to be real. Imaginary people don't think they're real and that the real person is a dream as well. That was just too strange. Although what was currently happening was a whole new level of strange.

"James..." She said softly but sternly, hoping to stop him pacing. He had these nervous habits and the best way to snap him out of it was to distract him. She didn't know how she knew this, the knowledge just came to her. She stood up and took a step towards him, wanting to touch him to reassure that this could even be possible.
 
And then they did the impossible, they touched. As she reached for him, they touched. James looked at where Sally was touching him before he touched her hands, holding them in his own. But it wasn't like he was touching her, it was a memory of touching her. He looked into her eyes, "How are we doing this."

Memories of Sally's life filled his head, about her life, her dreams. Way more than just something an imaginary person would have.

"Sally." He was finally able to whisper.
 
Sally gasped at the strangeness that accompanied their hands joining. It was like looking inside of someone else's mind, reliving his memories, feeling his emotions. And it was like everything made sense, even though many more questions formed from this simple touch.

"This is crazy." She said, looking up at him with wide eyes.
 
"Very crazy," responded James. His mind was flashed with images of Sally's life. The dreams they used to share, the weird places he didn't know, they were her places to know.

He finally released her hands and simply stared at her, and finally said the one basic thing he could, "Hi, I'm James." He said as he put his hand out to shake her hand.
 
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