[F4M] Much More than Imaginary

[F4M] Much More than Imaginary [blind date][public sex][this one's a little out there]

I know this is a terribly cliched thing to say on a blind date, but you look awfully familiar.  Are you sure you're telling the truth about not being a model?  Because that might explain where I've seen you.  Even if it was years ago, buried somewhere in a J Crew catalog or something.  Really?  Okay, okay, I believe you.  You must remind me of someone, that's all.  I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so weird about it.  Moving on.

If you're not a model, then, what do you do?  Guess?  <giggle>  Oh, no, I'm not going to fall into the trap of making any more assumptions based on your looks.  You're a...veterinarian.  Well, yes, you would look good holding an adorable puppy or three.  That's just charming.  <slowly> Okay, so you're a...scuba diving instructor!  <giggle> Well, that's not helping, now I'm picturing you in a wet suit.

Okay, okay, I can admit it, you're extremely attractive and it's partially disabled the filter between my brain and my mouth.  If I'm making too much of an ass of myself, just say so, and I'll go, and you can tell your friend this was a disaster.  If you can believe it, this would still be a better first date than some I've had.

Which friend is it that we have in common, anyway?  You never said.  And I do have a couple that have been sending guys my way, but no one's mentioned you...

Wait...what?  You don't know any of my friends? <uncomfortable> Okay, I'm gonna leave now.  This just went from strange to creepy.  I have no idea how you got in touch with me, but I'm going to go drop my phone in a river and get a new one.  No, I'm not always this dramatic, but I--

What did you just say?

<hushed> How did you know that?  How could you possibly know that?  *Nobody* knows how I really got that scar.  I told my parents I fell off my bike, they'd have grounded me forever if they'd known I was playing in the old quarry alone.  Hell, I'd still be grounded.

Did I know you as a kid?  Is that why you look familiar?  But no one was with me.  I didn't have a lot of friends, then, we'd just moved to the area.  I only had...

And you said your name was...

<firm> No.  No, this isn't happening.  I'm having some kind of breakdown.  I can't even pretend someone's playing a joke on me, an awful, cruel joke.  Because my parents knew I had an imaginary friend.  But I never, *never* told anyone your name.  I let them believe my friend was a girl, actually.  They didn't like it when I made friends with boys.  And I never told any of the kids at school you even existed.

How...?  How is this even possible?  And why on earth would you introduce yourself to me as a blind date?  Because I wouldn't believe you otherwise?  I'm not sure I believe you now!  What else can you tell me to prove it?  Something no one else could know.

But that....that was when I was a teenager.  I stopped believing in you well before that.  I was, I don't know, eight or nine the last time you were around?  Have you always been nearby, and I just didn't see you anymore?

So why can I now?  And...I mean, are you real?  I see you, and I see you doing things, drinking your coffee, but I saw you just fine back then...

Shit.  You spoke to the waitress.  She heard you.  So you're real.  You're really real.  Or I'm having the most elaborate hallucination ever.  Shit.

<angry> Where am I going?  I'm going home.  This is...I can't deal with this.  I'd almost rather have you just show up in my bedroom in a puff of smoke when you found a way to become real, than pretend to be somebody normal and take me on a date.  I mean, this is so fucking weird.  Are you magic?  Are you just gonna bamf! and wait for me there so I can't even get away from you?  No?  Good.  Because it's really strange thinking you've been just hovering there my whole life, watching me do everything.  Now that you're real, you're just going to have to obey the laws of physics like everybody else.

<annoyed> Why are you smiling?  Of all of that, you latched onto the part about my bedroom?  That figures.  Well, come on, then.  You're obviously going to follow me home anyway.  Do you even have someplace else to go?  How long ago did you change?  Where have you been living?  And how did you get a phone?

You know what?  Never mind.  Just come on.

Yep, still going home.  And when we get there, I'm going to fuck you.  No reason to wait, right?  You've been there, all this time, watching me masturbate, watching me with the partners I've had, watching me watch porn.  You should know better than anyone what I need, and I expect you to give it to me.  That's where this is headed, isn't it?  If all you wanted was to keep being my friend, then you wouldn't have bothered with pretending to be a blind date.  So why waste time?

Hell, why even bother getting home first?  Come on, this way.  I know a spot where we won't be seen.

<rushed, passionate kissing and moans throughout as you like>  Oh, yes, you do know what I need.  Yeah, right here, right up against this wall.  You seem plenty strong, just lift me up and fuck me.  Ohhhh, my god, you're huge.  Of course you would be, you're my fantasy, right?  Yes, yes, just like that, pound me into the wall.  You need it, you need me wrapped around you, you need this pussy you've been aching to fill for so long.  It's yours, now, it's yours, take it.  Fill me up and make me yours.  Because you're mine, you've always been mine, no one else's.  No one's but mine.  Oh, fuck, yes, fuck me hard, you don't have to wait anymore, I'm right here.  You feel so good, you feel so good inside me, please, just keep fucking me...

<if you've got any good improv to throw in to extend the sex, go for it.  If not, it's orgasm time!>

<your choice:  go for intense but quiet; or go loud, but clap your hand over your mouth partway through to imply him doing it, so you won't get caught>

<panting/heavy breathing>  That was...that was really good, actually.  I can't believe we did that, but...yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just...just put me down?  Okay.

Umm...do you have any place to go?  Because you can come home with me.  But if you're planning on staying more than the night, then I hope you magicked up some kind of ID when you went Pinocchio.  Because you need an identity to get a job, and you need a job to help me pay the rent.  You do?  Huh.  Well, come on, then.  I guess we can start looking tomorrow.  What did you want to be when you grew up, anyway?  You never did tell me.