Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]
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				Title: <strong>Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2014, 11:41:30</strong>
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				Christina Blake, 16 years of age and a student at a private academy some miles out of town. Private academy life had been a drag, though, even for someone who could easily become popular at a public school. Why wouldn't she? She had blonde hair, a skinny frame, could open up easily... that is if anyone was actually interested in being her friend. Truth was though she was a bit of a loner.<br><br>Though not completely lonely.<br><br>A bit odd, she had what was considered to be an imaginary friend. But she didn't come up with him; he just showed up in her life one day, and it was determined that she was the only person who could see and hear him. So the two of them would hang out when there was nobody to hear Chris talk to herself. So for the past seven years, it was typically Christina enduring school and later coming home to her dinner, homework, and her friend. On the weekends they would play games or go someplace remote to hang out.<br><br>There were slight changes to their routine as Chris got older, though. The two started off just playing games, later moving on to including going to remote places to go on walks. But Friday night, just a few days after her birthday, would be the biggest change yet.<br><br>Christina was rewarding herself for completing all her homework that night by eating a bowl of ice cream. She had the TV turned on to watch a pre-recorded episode, but once her friend showed up she figured they would soon after be playing video games.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>21-10-2014, 18:34:55</strong>
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				He never really arrived, it was more like she caught him out of the corner of her eye, and he'd come join in. Certainly there was nothing as conventional as doors, but nor anything as outrageous as apparate. It was just like he'd always been there; perhaps he was.<br><br>The man was a tall figure, well shaped with pale skin and dark black hair. He was usually well dressed, and smart; currently in a pair of dark blue jeans and a clean cut, white shirt. A fine leather belt held them up, and he had tidy shoes to boot. He looked to be perhaps twenty, but then he'd looked like that for ten years. In fact, his hair didn't grow, it just changed once in a while. He had a wide smile to match his deep and intelligent eyes. <br><br>He wandered forward from his spot in the corner of her eye, smiling warmly at her and coming to lean against the edge of her desk with his hip. His arms crossed over his torso. "Good evening. How're you doing today? Another trudge through school?" He liked to picture himself as something akin to her journal. He was, after all, impossible... Why should she not trust him? He was counting on it, in fact. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 00:19:50</strong>
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				"Oh yes..." Chris said as she put the pre-recorded show on pause. She was dressed in a comfy set of teal pajamas. She looked over towards him and had a bright smile on her face. "I'm past the worst of it now, and it's the weekend. Why don't we do something to celebrate my birthday?"<br><br>Taking a few more bites of her ice cream, she didn't wait for his permission; she was a bit eager for them to start playing her new game that she got during the birthday party. She pressed a few buttons on the TV until it was in a state where the game console's images could be seen.<br><br>Though it wasn't until she was getting the game's disc out of its case that she finally looked at him again. "Oh, I was thinking we could play this game that I just got. It's like the newest racer of the series. It's supposed to be really great."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 10:28:31</strong>
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				His eyes watched the television flicker into life. He had nothing against playing her games with her; it was what they always did. He took up his controller and settled next to her. He perched so close that they were basically hip to hip. However this time he didn't really watch the screen, his eyes instead flickered often and curiously toward her. <br><br>The game booted, and there was a moment of cars bursting around tracks, digging up the mud and splattering stains everywhere. He left Christina to play, running through the first tutorial levels while he eyed her in profile. Her pyjamas were more thoroughly filled out than ever. <br><br>"You know I am always happy to thrash you, on any game you care to name." His wicked grin was as in tact as ever, but there was some deeper flicker in his eye. "But it -is- your birthday, more or less. I don't usually do much for it, but perhaps this year should be different." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 10:38:18</strong>
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				Chris already played the game before, but having made a new game profile - for the both of them - she was just going through the tutorials again to teach him how to play as well. Once the tutorials were finished, she was left to select a game mode, car, decals, etc. She didn't seem to care that he was sitting so close to her; they were friends after all.<br><br>"Psh, I've been practicing lately," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. "I'll start thrashing you soon enough... But you're right, we don't really do very much. Maybe we should talk about what we should do to celebrate."<br><br>At that point, Chris has already picked out what kind of car to make, which meant it was his turn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 15:05:24</strong>
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				"Exactly." He murmered, half distracted by his efforts on the screen. His choice was a car quick off the marks and nimble in the corners, hoping to pip the other racers - most of them AI - by cutting them out there. Even with his mind wandering, he couldn't help but be competitive. <br><br>Three... Two... One... And the cars poured forth. There was an initial crunch of pixellated steel, but out in front, safe from all of that, was Christina's main opponent. He grinned across. <br><br>"You're turning seventeen..." He mused, pausing to twist through one of the corners. "And still a virgin. What kind of imaginary friend would stand for that?" He often referred to himself that way, partly to tease her. He wondered if she knew he was real, or questioned it? It didn't matter, though. He was real *enough.* 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 00:47:17</strong>
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				Chris built her car to be fast, though otherwise balanced, and decent at drifting. With both of them in the lead - he more so - her only concern was playing catch-up. The corner was dealt with by sliding, which gave her some acceleration afterwards.<br><br>She was focused on playing the game - she felt she had to be since she was competitive herself. But what he said took her by surprise. She tried not to take her eyes off the game while she tried to assess what he said.<br><br>"Uh... I just turned sixteen. I don't think losing virginity really is a concern for me." Finally she gave him a glance. "Why would an imaginary friend be concerned about that, anyway? Do they have sex?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 10:02:14</strong>
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				It wasn't *why* he'd bought it up, but he certainly made the most of her distraction by speeding forward. His eyes were on the television, but he did speak to her out of the corner of his mouth. <br><br>"This one would." His words were low and insidious. "At least, considering how close we are, and how pretty you're becoming? It certainly makes me interested." <br><br>"Besides. If you don't have many friends to pressure you, I should at least make the offer, hmm? And there's upside, doing it with someone noone else can see. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 10:09:21</strong>
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				"Oh shoosh..." A blush was starting to form on her face. She looked back at the TV, trying to get back to how close she was to him before becoming distracted. "It's pretty much the first time you've ever brought this up."<br><br>Once she was at a safe, straight line, she looked back towards him. "Plus they can't see you, but they can see and hear -me-. If we're going to do it at all some point..." She looked back to the TV again. She couldn't believe she was discussing sex with her imaginary friend. Once again though, she didn't invent him, and he had already shown to have a mind of his own.<br><br>She made a few turns before continuing. "If we're going to have sex, let's do it where noone can see or hear me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 11:51:19</strong>
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				"The only reason I didn't bring it up before..." He was speaking quietly, softly. His voice was heavy and tempting. "Is because you were so young. You're coming of age now, and as a birthday treat..." He chuckled softly and leaned toward her, voice warm to her ear. "Besides, I want to be your first." <br><br>"We can do somewhere distant. What about the thicket, behind your old house, where we used to go when you were sad? Noone goes there anymore... If you meet me there tomorrow morning, I will take you, and not stop until you've seen quite&nbsp; how good it can be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 12:05:14</strong>
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				"You're that serious about it...?" Christina asked. "Um... If you say so. The old house is a bit off, but... alright. I'll go there..." By that point, her car on the screen was driving itself against the wall. She wasn't paying attention anymore.<br><br>"One question though. Were you seeing me as... a potential lover?" She looked over towards him, her eyes looking at his. "You also said a while ago that I was the only person to see or even hear you. Does that have anything to do with this...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 12:24:02</strong>
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				He placed his controller on the bed beside him. The game was abandoned, all that was left was reeling in the tempted young girl. She'd all but said yes, but those pesky teenage anxieties made it come with questions and worries and nerves. The man had little interest in them, and figured his best response was to quash then quickly. <br><br>He scooped one arm around her back, and caught up her hand with another. His skin was always hot, and today was no exception. He held her loosely but his eyes were heavy with sincerity. He laid on the flowery words, smiling toward her. "It is because I've known you for many years. We have always been close, and recently you've grown more and more beautiful. You are old enough to know what you're doing, so yes, I want you to have an imaginary lover, not just an imaginary friend." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 12:33:04</strong>
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				She arched her back in, feeling his arm go around her. With his hand on hers, she was made to drop her controller. Her blush was deep with the physical contact, and the way he was speaking to her.<br><br>Her heart pounded, making it hard to maintain eye contact. "Oh... oh geez. It's so sudden. Is this what getting turned on feels like...?" She then looked down at his hand holding her own. "You have felt real though. Alright then. No harm in having sex with someone who doesn't really exist, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 01:15:29</strong>
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				"Only one way to check." He murmured, grinning every bit as wickedly as ever. His eyes canted down her body, past the swell of her blossoming chest and to her lap. The true test of her excitement. He didn't want to do it for her - not yet, though that would come - but if they were going in that direction anyway...<br><br>He moved closer. His mouth was up to the side of her ear, and his hands encroaching more firmly around her body. He lead her hand down to her waist, and pressed it closer. "No harm at all. Nor in finding out if you're getting turned on, nor even in looking forward to it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 01:21:55</strong>
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				Chris shuddered, feeling him press himself closer towards her body, feeling his heat go around her. Though she also felt him take her hand and guide it towards her waist. Once there, her hand grasped the waistband of her pants and looked at him with a bit of confusion.<br><br>"How do you want me to check if I'm getting turned on?" Chris asked, unsure of how to proceed. She had studied some Sex Ed, but not enough to learn about actually engaging in sexual activity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 10:25:11</strong>
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				"We're really starting from the beginning, huh?" He murmered it softly, and warmly. He pulled away for a moment, kicked away his shoes and moved up into the middle of her bed. He reached forward and caught against her shoulders from behind, pulling her back to rest her head and shoulders in his lap. <br><br>"Lesson one, then, Chris. Open your pants for me. I want you to press your fingers against your abdomen, and then slide then down, inside and beneath your panties. If you're damp, it's with excitement. That's how we'll know you're ready."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 10:33:04</strong>
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				"Uh..." She tensed up a bit as she was pulled towards him, and shifted slightly as she was placed on something that didn't feel like her bed's blankets. She has known that he was able to touch and interact with objects and even herself, but to be placed on his body was something else entirely.<br><br>She listened to his instructions and gulped. "Okay then..." she simply said. Using one hand she undid her pajama's pants, and with another she slid it down into them, and into her panties. She breathed in sharply as she touched herself, trying to inspect what he wanted her to feel. "Ah... I-I... I feel something wet..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 14:02:54</strong>
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				"Perfect." He purred, his voice impossibly close to her ear. He laced his arms around her front, one across her chest, the other on her stomach, idling and stroking under her top. Her soft skin was enjoyable, but nearly so much as the bulge in her pyjamas where she was 'investigating' herself. <br><br>The demon felt a familiar surge. This was the kind of thing he lived for... The energy he fed off. He was not necessarily evil, but sex was his food, and he would corrupt anyone to get at it. Even his sweet friend. <br><br>"You wanted to wait to have sex? That is fine... But perhaps you should entertain yourself, first. If you reach down you should find your entrance... Curl a finger into your body, Christina. For me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 04:48:57</strong>
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				She breathed heavily, not only from how she was touching herself, but also from him slipping a hand under her shirt. His touch made her stomach flinch, especially since it was close to where her hands were going...<br><br>She gulped, her face reddened already from what she was doing. "Okay..." Chris simply said though, not wanting to refuse her friend. She breathed in again as her hand drifted to where her slit was. Once she started to bring a finger into them, she started to moan, her eyes closed and her legs spreading. She gave a sharp huff as she tried to bring her finger into herself. "Ah..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 02:05:51</strong>
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				His voice was low and coaxing, the epitome of soft coercion. She could feel his breath, how to her ear, oh so close and intimate. He'd never really touched her before - brushes of fingers and whatnot, perhaps, but never really -touched- her - and nowhere he was... His chest against her back, and his fingers exploring her taut tummy idly. <br><br>"You need to relax... It will be tight at first, but you'll soon adjust. Just ease it up in there." His mouth twisted to kiss the side of her cheek. "This is really your very first time, hmm?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 06:17:49</strong>
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				She shuddered a bit as she felt his lips on her cheek. Yet another first, being given a kiss by her friend. Despite his words though, she was finding it a bit hard to relax, but she paused in pushing her fingers into herself for a few moments.<br><br>"Yes..." She could simply say, breathing heavily after that. She then started to resume exploring herself, only in a few moments there was a knock at the door.<br><br>"Christina, it's getting close to bed time. Have you finished your homework?"<br><br>"Ah.. Y-yes!" she cried back in turn, trying to keep her voice clear.<br><br>"Alright, let me go check," her mother said. The doorknob started to turn, and seeing that, Chris scrambled to get off the man's lap, and her hand out of her pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 11:32:18</strong>
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				Her friend crossed the room as though in two long steps. He snatched the handle just as it was twisting, holding it tight for long enough to slow Christina's mother, but not long enough that she'd suspect any more than a slight jam on the mechanism. Once the door did open, Christina was too far away to be the culprit anyway, and if course the demon was invisible. <br><br>"A shame." He spoke over her, grinning a little wickedly and knowing full well how difficult it would be. forpoor Christina.&nbsp; &nbsp;"We were having fun. I can't wait for it to be *my* turn playing with you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>30-10-2014, 03:00:35</strong>
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				While her mother was taking a look at her homework, Chris was uneasily looking over at him. She also shifted a bit at the promise of it being his turn to play with her tomorrow. Since she already felt what it was like for something to enter her, it had become easy to imagine something else entering her...<br><br>Her mother examined the weekend's assignments and nodded. "Looks like you did good, dear," she said with a smile. After that, she went over to inspect the paused game, and the empty ice cream bowl the latter of which she picked up. "It's getting close to late night, Christina. Hope you rest well for the weekend."<br><br>"Of course, mom. Love you." Chris responded back as her mother left.<br><br>Still, the mention to rest for the weekend caused her to feel a bit nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>31-10-2014, 11:30:33</strong>
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				He moved from the wall he'd been propped against and into the room toward her. He flashed a wicked little grin. "Well, at least you didn't blush too much. I suppose we should go to bed, though?" <br><br>They wandered across to the edge of the bed and rolled her blankets back for her. The place that had just hosting her first forays into her body was now inviting her for an entirely more wholesome reason. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>31-10-2014, 12:30:25</strong>
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				"Right... Goodnight." With that, she went into her bed, looking back at her friend for a while before starting to fall asleep.<br><br><br>The next day, Christina had breakfast before putting some of her clothes on; a long-sleeved white shirt, long mauve knit cardigan, a denim skirt, some black tights, and a pair of leather boots. Then she was out of the house and on her way to where the house she formerly lived at was.<br><br>And he was right, currently no one was living at the old place as depicted by the 'For Rent' sign. The isolation made her nervous, but she did promise that it was where the two of them would have her first time. She headed past the house along the fence, past where the backyard was, and through some dense brush to reach a small grove. There was a large, table-like rock that she used to sit on when she got upset.<br><br>And now she was going to be here for something else besides crying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 10:13:34</strong>
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				Whether through coincidence or design, he arrived shortly after. The small area felt cosy, and even though it was public the tangle of trees and undergrowth provided a wall against outsiders. The place was of little importance, except for the large flat stone... But it had far more importance to the pair of them. His eyes scanned the area, and he could almost picture her sat there on the rock weeping as a kid. <br><br>But then his eyes alighted on her. Not nearly a kid anymore. He smiled faintly and reached his hands toward hers, trying to clasp hers in his. "Well aren't you here early? Good morning, Christina, how did you sleep?" <br><br>With her fingers laced between hers he moved across to the flat slab. He sat down against it, trying to lead her into a similar position except opposite him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 06:30:00</strong>
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				Christina looked over towards him as he appeared, and looked on as he took her hands only before greeting her. "Good morning. I... I actually had a pretty mediocre night. Couldn't sleep very well."<br><br>After she answered him, she looked on as he went onto the rock, taking her with him. She followed him as she was pulled onto the surface, crawling on so that she was quickly seated. "Looks like this is it..." Chris then said, looking away a little as a small blush formed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 10:09:03</strong>
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				He laughed a deep, rolling chuckle at her little question. It wasn't unkind or cruel, he was just struck by her careful nervousness. He understood it... To some extent. It was a long time since he'd been in the situation; in fact longer than he could possibly begin to remember. <br><br>"This is it." He confirmed with a small nod. "Relax, try to trust me?" He bought the hand he was still holding to his hot lips, there to kiss the knuckles. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 10:25:12</strong>
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				"A-alright..." Chris said, her blush growing a bit deeper as she felt his lips on her hand. "Um... just... should we just get into it or do you want me to do something before we actually start..?"<br><br>Would be better if she kept quiet, but it really was her first time. Despite his advice, she couldn't seem to relax, not between his promise of having sex with her and her memory of having tried to finger herself last night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 11:49:10</strong>
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				He laughed faintly and shook his head in slow refusal. "Just relax, do as I say, and I'll lead you." He dropped her hands and placed his palms instead against the side of her cheek, cupping and caressing fondly for a moment, until... <br><br>He leaned forward and stole a warm kiss from her. His lips were hot, and knew exactly what they were doing when they rolled against her mouth, pulled at her lips. For a long and sweet moment his mouth danced with and pulled at hers. <br><br>He broke as soon as he found her, nosing her back and apart from his mouth. He wasn't there to kiss and tease. His hands fell, stroking down her body on their way to the bottom of her shirt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>08-11-2014, 04:21:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right..." She simply said, before she looked up at him again as she felt his hands on her cheeks. Then she watched his face come close to hers, and felt his lips. "Mmnph..." She couldn't help but let out a small, shuddered moan as he kissed her. Butterflies were dancing in her stomach.<br><br>Once his hands slid from her cheeks and down her body, she leaned back just a little, her eyes closed as she shuddered. Finally she was beginning to relax as it was finally underway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>12-11-2014, 11:32:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned into the kiss, lips curling even while they idled against hers. He was warm, and his lips captured hers for a long and lustful moment. What she lacked in experience he made up for, directing the long moment by guiding and rolling her hips as though to coax her into joining him. <br><br>His fingers caught the bottom of her shirt and pulled, easing it up past the space between their bodies. For a moment it was caught against the underside of her chest, before it slid up over her tits, rising and rising til he paused with it pressed up over the top of her bust. <br><br>His lips broke away and he leaned back to look down her, eyes greedily reveling in her shirtless chest. His hands, still careful and gentle, went around to frame each breast and slowly curl up against them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Not So Imaginary [Mingnon + Lythe]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>13-11-2014, 07:07:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they kissed again, she slowly started to move her lips against his. But she also felt her shirt get lifted up, exposing her skin to the cold air as well as a simple bra, clasped at the front. Once they stopped kissing, she let out a soft huff when she felt his hands.<br><br>"For some reason they feel so nice..." Chris couldn't help but blurt. She pulled on the hem of her skirt and panties so as to let some of the cold air in while her legs parted. Already she was getting hot down there...
			</dd>
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