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    The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY").
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and rather far fetched, if you ask me.

    This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
situations in a fictional (remember fiction?) setting.  The
target audience is adults (people over the age of eighteen)
with broad minds.  This audience is getting harder and harder
to find each year.

    Final disclaimer--I doubt that any of the people would
act in the way described herein, or even if things described
herein are even possible.  This is just fantasy, and should
be treated as such.  This fantasy takes place in the mid
1970s to late 1980s, without any fear from AIDS or any other
sexually transmitted diseases, so don't try this at home.

[Author's note: The first two parts to this story were
written as a setup for the rest of the story.  As such, they
are trying to convey a rather unique experience and don't
convey much (or even any!) sexual debauchery.  But you really
should read them if you wish to enjoy or understand the rest
of the story.]

Title: Dream State

Author: JiMC

Version: $Revision: 1.13 $ $Date: 2004/07/28 11:34:34 $

Chapter 3--"A Match Made in the Heavens"

    It was a few months after my awakening that I was finally
allowed to check out.

    First, I had been debriefed by the shrinks, who wanted to
know what I had remembered.  They had been prepared for some
amnesia to be present, but unknown to them, my mind had been
exercising quite a bit since I came to within my own head.

    I wondered quite a lot about my "out of body" experiences
during the time that I was in the coma.  I was hesitant to
tell any of the shrinks about them, and Mary never said
anything to anybody (or even myself, while I was in the
hospital).

    I had decided that it may have been some hallucinatory
dream during the coma, and I didn't worry about it too much.

    It took some time to satisfy the shrinks that I was
mostly normal, but I think I succeeded in pulling it off.

    In addition to the shrinks, there was the physical
therapy.  Spending a dozen years in bed causes muscles to
atrophy.  Although my muscles complained a lot at first, it
felt good to be up and about, even though my body was no
longer in the prime shape it had been when I was in the
service.  I was lucky in that the staff at the hospital I was
at had dealt with many comatose patients in the past, and had
provided well for me while I had been out, with regular
massages and body stretches.

    Still, it galled me that it took so long to just get back
into a condition where I could walk, throw a ball, and do
hundreds of other activities that most people take for
granted.

    Mary had kept her promise to herself by visiting me every
day, introducing herself as somebody that had met me while I
was in my coma.  I understood her guilt that was the basis
for her visiting, and decided to let her tell me about how
she really met me on her own terms.  Meanwhile doctors and
nurses poked, prodded, ran tests, and help me undergo my
rather intense (for me, anyway!) exercise regimen.

    I was no longer on active duty, my "tour" having long
been up.  I felt a bit of a loss, since I had wanted the
service to be my career; what was I going to do?

    Some bureaucrats decided that despite the fact that I
wasn't technically disabled, I got put on a seventy-five
percent disability.  (Apparently, things have changed
nowadays, and this sort of "bonus" is notable only in its
rareness.) Somehow, I also got bumped up a couple of pay
grades and cost of living increases.  All that, along with a
disability pension, back dated to the time I was first in the
coma, meant that I had a nice nest egg in my savings account.
All told, I saw that I could live pretty comfortably.

    Eventually, the doctors had to admit that they couldn't
keep me any longer, and the big day finally came for my
discharge.  When that day arrived, Mary appeared in my room.
I had asked her to purchase me a new set of clothes, and she
had them with her.  Up until this time, I had been wearing
hospital gowns during my coma, and the base supplied me with
fatigues and sweat suits since I woke up.  I knew that I'd
have to learn to live in civvies again once I left the
hospital, and I could tell by what others were wearing that
my tastes in clothing was a bit too "retro" for current
fashion sensibilities.

    Mary put me into a wheelchair and escorted me out of the
hospital along with a pretty Nurse LeBlanc (Camille), who was
one of the nurses that had taken care of me while I was in my
coma.  I thanked her for everything, and when I got to Mary's
car, I felt a little sad leaving the hospital.  After all, I
had spent a dozen years of my life there.

    After saying my good-byes to Ms. LeBlanc (who surprised
me by kissing me good bye), I got into Mary's car.  I had an
odd feeling when I sat down in her car; it was the same seat
that I had "ridden" in with Mary on one of my first journeys
outside the hospital in my mind.

    Mary first took me to the bank where she worked to open
up a new account where my disability "checks" would be
electronically sent.  She expedited my application for a
credit card (Visa), and handed me something called an ATM
card.

    For my PIN number, I first thought of using the first two
and last two digits of my ASN (Army Serial Number, that
number you are supposed to give your captors when you are a
prisoner).  Mary suggested that this number might be
"guessed" by somebody familiar with me--an apparently common
problem with people picking PIN numbers, due to my
unfamiliarity with the concept, I accepted Mary's advice.

    Despite the fact that I was good with numbers, however, I
didn't want a computer to pick out a random number, so I
settled on "0618," which happened to be the date on the
newspaper the first time I knew the date while I was in my
coma; I figured that this would be a difficult thing for
anybody but me to know.

    After my financial situation was all set up, Mary spent
the day with me picking up some more clothes, and even helped
me pick out a small apartment.  It turned out later that my
apartment was not too far from where Mary lived, herself.

    It was now late afternoon, and the two of us celebrated
my freedom with a picnic lunch at a nearby park.  It was a
Friday, and Mary had taken the day off from her banking job
as a vacation day.

    I had a few things I wanted to tell Mary, and I could
tell that she had wanted to tell me some things as well.  The
day was wonderful (you don't know how wonderful it is to
smell fresh air--even in California--when you've been in a
hospital for over a decade!), the sun was warm.

    Mary had some fried chicken in her car's trunk that she
had made the night before in anticipation of my being let
out.  We spread out a blanket in the middle of an empty park
(most people being at work), and I laid down on the blanket,
enjoying the warm sun on my face.

    I didn't have to look at Mary to know that she was
desperately trying to figure out how to say what she had to
say.

    Finally, she steeled herself and took a deep breath.

    "Jim," she began.  "I don't know how much they told you
in the hospital.  There's something you need to know..."

    I cut her off.

    "Mary, Mary.  Believe me, I already know.  You were
driving on the base at night, looking at a crescent moon
behind the clouds, when you hit me.  You didn't even know at
the time that it was a person that you hit.  Am I correct?"

    She looked at me, shocked.  "I've never told ANYBODY that
I was looking at the moon that night... not even the MPs..."

    "I wasn't paying attention that night, either.  I was
looking at the stars, myself.  I didn't realize that I had
wandered into the middle of the road."

    "How did you know what I was doing at the time?" she
asked.

    It was my turn to take a deep breath.  "Mary, somehow, we
managed to connect."

    She looked at me funny.

    "What I mean is, somehow, I was able to see you... back
when you were in my room wearing a Lieutenant's dress
uniform.  I saw you visit me, once telling me about your job
at a restaurant, telling me about a new job at Burdine's."

    Her look turned to shock.

    "I even remember talking to you in your dreams.  Telling
you that I could never be mad at you, and that I love you..."

    "This cannot be happening," she cried.

    "I even remember you telling me that I wasn't trying to
wake up any more, that I was taking a turn for the worse, and
that you wanted me to TRY to wake up."

    She bent over me, and hugged me tight.

    "Then I wasn't just dreaming all that?" she asked.

    "No, Mary.  Well, you were dreaming, but we were both
dreaming it.  At the same time.  We were communicating!"

    "How is that possible?" Mary asked.

    "I don't really know.  It was very weird back then.
Hell, it's still weird!  My mind may have been playing tricks
on me, but I knew what you looked like before I woke up.  I
knew who you were.  I knew that you kept visiting me, and I
knew that you felt very guilty about causing my condition."

    Mary's tears were freely flowing right now.

    I continued, "I wanted to let you know that I never
blamed you for that.  It was partly my own fault, and what
has been done is done."

    Mary continued to hug me.

    "Somehow, we connected," I said.  "Maybe it was when I
was looking at the stars and you were looking at the moon.  I
don't know.  Maybe it is a match made in the heavens...!"

    She giggled while continuing to hug me, her tears
lessening.  I could get very used to her hugs, believe me.

    "Listen, Mary.  My apartment is pretty crude right now, I
mean, I just moved in today.  Could we go out to dinner
tonight?  I've been eating hospital food since... well, even
before I woke up!  Your chicken is great... but I'd like to
go to a restaurant tonight.  With you."

    She pulled up and looked at me.  "Really?"

    "Really.  There's this place, I know.  A little Mexican
restaurant called Bodega.  Ever hear of it?"

    "Oh, Jim!  That restaurant closed five years ago!" she
cried.

    I sighed.  Those missing twelve years were going to take
some getting used to.

    "Well, Mary.  Do you know any other nice place to eat?"

    She looked thoughtful.  I could tell she wasn't sure what
my budget was and didn't want to embarrass me.

    "How about Peter's?  They do a good seafood business
here."

    "Sounds nice.  Am I dressed alright for that place?"

    "Sure thing, buster.  Of course, I'll have to put on
something a bit nicer..."

    I looked at her.  She was wearing a light tan top with a
darker tan skirt.  I remembered seeing her in a similar
light/dark combination in blue.

    I grinned mischievously.  "How about that light blue
blouse with the dark blue skirt?" I asked.

    She looked at me.  "Oh, I haven't worn that in years..."
and stopped herself.  "You really do think you actually saw
me, don't you?"

    I nodded.  "Yes, but please don't go telling the shrinks
about it, or they'll have me for another six months of tests
and stuff."

    "I wouldn't do that.  I think I can find a nice outfit
for tonight," she replied.

    I grinned at her, and then held her arms to her sides.
"Oh, Mary... I just noticed, you got a teeny piece of chicken
on your chin..."

    She struggled to free a hand to wipe her face clean.
"Where?" she demanded.

    "I'll get it for you," I said, and gave her a tiny kiss
on her chin.  She moaned in response.  She moved her face and
we ended up kissing on the lips.

    It was a wonderful and memorable afternoon.

* * *

    Mary drove me to her house, and offered me a light beer
while she changed into her outfit for the evening.

    I don't drink much--haven't actually in over ten
years--but accepted the beer anyway.  I grimaced at the
initial sip, but quickly got used to the taste.

    Her place was immaculate, as always.  It was just as I
had remembered it in my dreams.

    About fifteen minutes later, she emerged from her
bedroom.  She looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in a
knee-length dress with a pastel-colored floral print.  The
color matched my light blue pastel shirt (I had gotten used
to seeing pastels on people, it being called the "Miami Vice"
look after a television show).

    "Wow!  We make the perfect couple!" I said.

    She drove us to Peter's, which was on the waterfront.  It
was packed, with a line waiting, but Mary simply walked in
and we were seated immediately.

    "Lovely to see you again, Mary.  This must be the man you
told me about.  I'm Peter, and I'm your host for the
evening," said the person at the welcome table.

    "Thank you, Peter.  My name is Jim.  Wait... are you THE
Peter for which this place is named?" I asked.

    "Yes.  This little place is mine," he grinned at us.

    He led us to a little table, which was set off from most
of the other tables in the room.  There were two tall and
slim candles lit at the table.  It was a very romantic
setting.

    "Peter knows you," I said to Mary after Peter had left.

    "Yes.  I worked here for a year or two as hostess."

    "That's probably how you got reservations, then.  I
thought I heard somebody in the lobby say that there was an
hour wait out there."

    "Yes.  Peter's an old friend.  I had told him about you
back when I was working here.  When I called earlier today, I
mentioned it was you that I was bringing in.  He's been
wanting to meet you."

    "Why did he want to meet me?" I asked.

    "Well, Peter has always seemed to like me.  I mean, he's
married, and it wasn't like we ever went out or anything.  He
knew how I'd visit you every day," Mary explained.

    "He seems like a very nice guy."

    We were making small talk.  There weren't any menus at
the table.  I glanced around.  I noticed that this was the
restaurant that I had come to when I was "visiting" with Mary
oh so long ago.

    A waiter approached our table.  "Welcome to Peter's," he
said.  "It is my pleasure to be serving you tonight.
Tonight's specialties of the house are a salmon steak, and a
tuna steak.  Or, you can have your choice of any other fish
we have, and we'll make sure it will be the best seafood
you've ever eaten, anywhere!"

    I opted for the salmon steak; tuna steak sounded too much
like the S-o-S they served in the enlisted men's mess.

    As promised, the meal was excellent.

* * *

    After the meal, Mary and I took a walk around the outside
of the restaurant where they had boats docked at a pier.  We
were walking hand in hand, enjoying the sea air and the
wonderful atmosphere.

    Mary looked up at the sky with a start.  I followed her
gaze, and noticed a crescent moon partially obscured by some
wisps of cloud.  The stars were out that evening, some of
them twinkling behind another cloud.

    "I think this has been the best night of my life," I told
her.

    Mary sighed in pleasure in response.

* * *

    We ended up at Mary's place.  Mary insisted that my place
wasn't ready yet for occupancy.  There were no sheets on my
bed, and the place really needed to be cleaned up.

    I felt a bit awkward as we entered her apartment.  She
simply dimmed the living room light, and then twirled around
back to me in a move that made her dress float out like a
ballerina's.

    Next thing you know, she was in my arms, snuggling me and
kissing my neck.  I kissed her on her cheek in return.

    After what seemed like hours (but was only a few
minutes), she twirled away again, opened the door to her
room, and disappeared.

    I looked at her bedroom door.  There wasn't any sound
coming from the room.  Slowly, I walked towards the door.
 From the dim light in the living room, I could see that she
was already in bed.  I wondered how she managed that so
quickly.

    I was a bit concerned.  I hadn't had any girlfriends when
I was in the army, so it had been almost fifteen years since
I last "performed" before a live audience.  Here I was,
approaching my mid-thirties (now THAT took a bit of getting
used to!), and I felt like a high school student on a prom
date.

    "Um, Mary?" I asked, quietly.

    "Come HERE, Jim," she said, menacingly.  I looked at her,
and I could see a tiny gleam in her eye in the shadows.

    I undressed quickly, being very careful about making sure
my clothes were neat--her house was so immaculate, I didn't
want to be the one to mess it up.

    As I was folding my socks on top of my shoes, I felt her
arm grab mine from the back.

    "I want you here NOW!" she warned, and pulled me on top
of her.

    I kissed her again, and she purred in my arms.  I felt
like I was in heaven.  Slowly, my courage arose (as well as
another part of my body), and I moved my face to her breast.

    Her breasts were just wonderful.  They were large and
perfectly round, with large aureole and nipples that were
standing at attention.  Grinning at her, I saluted her
nipples in return, and began to suck on her left one.

    She put her hands behind my head and pulled me closer.  I
breathed in her aroma, which consisted of a lovely perfume, a
bit of sea air, and her arousal.

    I pulled my head back up to hers.  Her eyes were closed,
but her lips were puckered in anticipation of another kiss
from me.  I didn't disappoint her.

    She reached down and found my steadfast tin soldier
standing at attention.  The feel of her fingers on the shaft
made it strain ever harder.

    She quickly tapped her fingers up and down the shaft,
sending little jolts of pleasure through my body.

    I decided to reciprocate, moving my hand down to her
bush.  It was downy soft.  I probed a little more, and felt
the entrance to her womb.  I gently rubbed her outer labia,
which sent shivers throughout her body.

    I moved my head down to her right breast, and started
teasing the nipple with my tongue.  As I was doing that, I
pushed my finger into her pussy a bit more, and her labia
opened to reveal a warm, slick opening.  I felt her nubbin
hiding there and started to rub it in circles, as I continued
to lick her nipple.

    Mary was breathing heavier, and her fingers slowed down
their rhythm on my cock.  I moved my lips onto her nipple
while still circling it with my tongue, and then started to
suckle.

    She started moaning.  Her pussy was furnishing its own
lubrication and it started to get quite slick.

    Suddenly, Mary's hand on my cock tightened a little.  She
started pulling it toward her pussy.  Not willing to disobey
a direct order, I shifted my position, removing my hand from
her clit, which elicited a bit of a disappointed sigh.
However, she pointed my bayonet toward the target, and I
charged forward.

    As I entered her, my whole body started to reverberate,
as if it were in an electric shock.  I pulled my tool out
almost completely, and again pushed it toward her depths.
Each thrust sent a shiver through her body, as well as mine.
It was like no other time with any other woman.

    My excitement continued to grow, and I plunged into her
again and again.  I wasn't going to be able to last very long.

    I pulled her body closer to mine, jamming her breasts
between us.  I could feel her hot nipples making circles on
my chest as we rubbed together.

    I was starting to pump faster now, her body seemed to be
meeting mine on each thrust.  I slipped my tongue into her
mouth, and sucked on her.

    Her moans had turned into choruses of "Yes!  Yes!" as our
bodies continued to thrust at one another.  My dick finally
achieved its release, as spurts of fluid entered her womb.

    Miraculously, my dick didn't soften.  I continued to pump
after having spent my load, and she started her "Yes!  Yes!"
yells again.  Finally, after a couple of minutes, the shouts
became incoherent as her orgasm started to rock her body.

    I was still hard, even though I had already come.  I
looked at her and thought to myself, "I love you!"

    "I love you, too!" Mary said, sleepily.  It didn't occur
to me until later that I hadn't actually said anything aloud
to her before she answered me.

    Despite the fact that I was still hard, I pulled out of
her, and pushed her onto her side.  We laid side by side in
the spoon position, with my still-hard cock in the crack of
her ass.

    I reached around her and pulled her back closer to me,
and started to play with her nipples.  I continued to play
with them until I fell asleep.

* * *

    I felt fingers on my nipples, hands cupping my breasts,
and enjoyed the way that we tingled at the touch.  I'd never
noticed how sensitive my nipples were.  I was still in the
throes of my orgasm from fifteen minutes before, and I felt
completely filled.

    I could feel my lover behind me, rubbing on my ass.

    I began to think that something was amiss here...
something was wrong.

    I continued to rub my fingers on her nipples, and I
enjoyed the feeling they gave me... continuous feelings of
pleasure which continued to build and build, completely
unlike the concentrated pleasure I felt earlier in my cock.

    "I'm so in love with you, Jim," I heard Mary call to me
in my dream.  It was about then that I realized that the
fingers on my breasts that I was feeling were my own fingers
on her breasts!

    I brought my top hand off her nipple, and moved it up
toward her lips.  Greedily, she opened her mouth to suck my
finger in her sleep.  I felt the finger in my own mouth as I
did it.

    I was feeling Mary's feelings!  Had I somehow entered her
brain again?

    In my mind, I called out, "Mary?"

    A sleepy voice answered in my mind, "Yes, lover?"

    "You know that I love you." I said this, almost as a
command.

    "I know that you love me, yes," she replied.

    "You know that you love me, don't you?" I asked.

    "Of course, I love you, silly!" she responded.

    "Just checking," I said, smiling to myself.

    I moved my hand back to her breast, and enjoyed the
sensations that I was arousing.

    "Ummmmmmmmmmmm..." she said, enjoying the feeling.

    My movements on her breasts started to slow down, we were
both entering deep sleep.

    "Breakfast... tomorrow?" I heard her ask me.

    I thought of a punchline to a very old joke.  "Well, I
guess a blow job is out of the question then, huh?" I asked
in return, smiling to myself and falling deeply asleep.

* * *

    After some wonderful dreams, I felt a warm sensation on
my member.  I thought about my surroundings.

    I was in Mary's bed.  It was just a bit chilly, there no
longer being any covers on me.

    I felt a pair of lips start to swallow my shaft.  Her
right hand started to pump my shaft as she pulled her head up
and down.

    "Wow," she was thinking to herself.  "This feels really
sexy!"

    I was confused.  I was getting a blow job, and she was
feeling it as well?

    I was afraid to open my eyes to look at her, remembering
that whenever she awoke, it would break the connection that
we had between one another.  I wanted to look at her... and
see what was happening.

    I remembered how I used to "go outside" my body, and in
thinking of it, I found myself outside my body, watching me
getting head from Mary, who looked like a naked goddess.

    As soon as I left my body, I lost all the sensation of
the oral sex.  Still, I was fascinated by her nakedness.  I
mentally asked her to move her body so I could enjoy the way
she looked, and she did so, pulling her longish hair on one
side of her face so I could get a better look.  Mary looked a
little disappointed; I was apparently getting soft.

    I tried to wonder what was happening, and then I
remembered that my mind wasn't there, and therefore I wasn't
getting the benefit of the blow job!  I quickly returned to
my body, and found I was again sharing the experience with
Mary with our minds somehow intertwined.  I quickly started
to get harder.

    As she (we) felt the reaction to the blow job, she
started modifying her technique slightly.  The more of the
shaft that she was able to get into her mouth, she realized,
the better the feeling was.  She couldn't figure out a way to
get more than a couple of inches into her mouth.

    Her mind tried to work out the problem, and she continued
trying slight modifications to her efforts.  "Ooh, that feels
nice," she thought.  "Gotta do more of that!"

    I "watched," fascinated by experiencing Mary's thoughts
at the same time I was enjoying the feelings she was
eliciting in my loins.  I knew that I wasn't going to last
much longer, and, reading my mind, Mary started to suck
deeply.  I let loose in her mouth, and I could feel the
sticky warmth hit the roof of her mouth, and quickly get
swallowed as the next load was ready to spend.

    The combination of feeling my orgasm, and Mary's reaction
to my semen hitting her mouth excited me all the more, and
load after load continued to unleash into Mary's waiting
mouth.

    I finally finished spasming, and she continued to suck
me, trying to get all the cum out of my member.

    Mary hugged me in the warm afterglow, and we both fell
back asleep.

    I woke up just a little while later, and saw Mary
grinning contentedly in her sleep.  We had just experienced a
mutual orgasm, but one that was much different than any
mutual orgasm that I had ever heard described before.

    Instead of the two of us reaching our own orgasm at the
same time, it was obvious that Mary had actually experienced
my own orgasm.  It was confusing to me, but Mary just seemed
to accept it.

    All the mental activity that I was experiencing was
completely incredible, and totally unlike anything that I
ever heard described before.  I had heard of things like
E.S.P., and although I am no expert on the topic, I still had
never heard of anything that described what I had just
experienced.

    I idly wondered how Mary felt about this happening.  I
didn't for a second think that Mary didn't know that we had
shared our feelings this morning.  Once again, I looked at
her sleeping.  She looked like a lovely angel lying there
with a smile on her face.

    I wondered where things would go from here...
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