Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever - Sex Stories

Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

... exist in my current form. But I do exist, meaning that I still exist in the future, and as long as I exist in the future, I exist in the present, meaning that I exist for all eternity.” I hummed. Angel giggled. “That’s fascinating. I’d love to hear more.” She said. “Sorry, but that’s all I’ve got so far. But speaking of life and death, I have to ask, where did you come from? I’ve spent more time being grateful that you’re here than just wondering how you came to be. You told me before that you have my memories, but I don’t know how that’s possible. You were originally a figment of my imagination, right?” I asked. “Yes, that is right.” She replied. “Then how can you go from being imaginary to real? How can you go from being inside my mind to having a physical body?” Angel just smiled and again kissed me on the forehead. “The day is soon coming when I will explain everything to you, but it is not today. Do not worry, do not be afraid, just enjoy the present and look forwards to the future. Always remember that we shall be together until the end of time.” She murmured. “As long as those words remain true, I don’t care what happens.” I said sleepily before closing my eyes and dozing off, listening to the sound of Angel’s sweet humming. School was coming to an end, and everyone was getting antsy. Angel and I couldn’t be happier. Angel would still being homeschooled during the day, but we would have all summer to be with each other, and by the skin of my teeth, I had managed to ...

... make up all my missed work. On one of the last few days of school, I was in woodshop class. The grades had been closed, so we were allowed to just use the machinery for whatever we wanted. Yeah, put a bunch of teenage boys in a woodshop class and tell them to do whatever the hell they want, THAT’S a good idea! I was using the gear-controlled table drill to work on a special project. One of the other students walked over to me. “Rumors say that you have a girlfriend.” He announced. I didn’t even acknowledge him and just continued with my work. “Is it someone here or from another school?” He asked. By his tone, I knew that it would be a bad idea to answer. If I gave a name, everyone would instantly try to find whoever it was. People would hassle her for being with me and try to anger me by making lewd suggestions about her. I knew human nature well, and I knew what went on in the mind of high school jackasses. I just continued my work, not even looking at him. When I moved to a power sander and began smoothening my creation, the guy got the message that he wouldn’t get anything out of me, and left me to my work. Summer finally came, and I was longing to give Angel a present that I had made her. On the first night of vacation, I stepped outside to see what the conditions were. There wasn’t a single mosquito around. Instead, there were millions of bright fireflies. There were so many that they practically illuminated the forest. The evening was cloudless with a gentle but warm ...