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MARYNEEDS young woman and her strange sexual

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The following piece of fiction contains strong sexual

content and is meant to be read only by adults. If you

are not at least 18 years old, or if you are offended by

this type of material, please do not read any further.

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"What Mary Needs"

by DG

It starts, as usual, with a feeling of free-fall.

Exhilarating and terrifying, plunging and accelerating toward

a mysterious landscape below. Then, with no apparent change

in motion, she realizes she is actually flying, traveling

parallel to the ground. At first there is joy and a giddy

feeling of relief, then there is a tinge of dread, which

starts in her gut and grows and spreads through her limbs as

the landscape darkens and the flight becomes a journey with

an unpleasant destination. Then the feeling of motion stops,

and the fear is joined with sexual longing, and her body

starts to respond. The sequence of emotions, experienced so

many times now, remains new and fresh - such is the strange

power of the dreaming mind.

She feels lost and alone, as if she is a thousand miles

from home. She feels helpless and stupid and unskilled.

And she aches with desire.

He woke from a deep, dreamless sleep when she lashed out

with her arm and hit him in the back. No longer startled or

confused when this happened, he calmly reached up into the

darkness and switched on the reading light, flooding the bed

with a warm, yellow glow. Three a.m. She was tangled in the

bedcovers, the blue top sheet twisted around her torso,

pinning one arm beneath her. She was shaking her head slowly

back and forth, saying "No, don't leave me here" over and

over again in a pitiful little-girl voice.

"Wake up, honey. Bad dream." He squeezed her shoulder

firmly, and she slowly relaxed, the tension draining visibly

from her face. Then her eyes opened and she gave him a

questioning look.

"What...? Oh. Damn. What was I doing?"

"Moaning and thrashing, as usual. What do you

remember?"

She thought about it, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes,

and finally shook her head.

"Nothing new. Falling, flying, scared, horny. Same

shit, different night."

"Mary, this has to stop. Maybe you should see a

doctor."

"I'm seeing Dr. Lundquist tomorrow. Today."

"I mean a medical doctor. Maybe there's a physical

cause."

"Dr. Lundquist says there isn't."

Fuck Dr. Lundquist. "How about what we talked about

earlier?"

"Oh Joe, I don't know...I'll ask Dr. Lundquist."

Great. "Are you horny now?"

"No, I'm all right," she lied. She slipped out of bed

and padded into the bathroom. When she came back he was

asleep. She straightened the sheets and climbed back into

bed. Her hand drifted automatically down her stomach, under

the waistband of her shorts, through the soft thatch of hair

to her moist, slippery sex. Listening to her husband's slow,

even breathing, she quickly brought herself to a quiet but

satisfying climax. Only then did she shut off the light.

+++++

Dr. Lundquist was, as usual, reassuring, patient, and

unhelpful. Truthfully, he was mystified by the pretty, well-

adjusted young woman and her strange sexual nightmares.

"Have you been able to recall any specifics? People,

places...objects, even?"

Mary shook her head, feeling guilty, like she wasn't

pulling her weight. "No. I have a feeling like I'm waiting

for someone. Like I was taken to a far off place to see

someone."

"But they never show up?"

"I guess not. Not yet."

He made a note on his pad, like this was significant.

There was a short silence, and she gathered her courage.

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Of course."

"Why would I be...sexually aroused... at the same time

that I'm feeling lost and confused?"

Lundquist made another note on his pad and she felt a

flash of irritation.

"There are several possible reasons. It could indicate

a problem in your relationship with your husband, for

instance."

"My marriage is fine. At least it was before these damn

dreams started." They had been through this many times, and

she had an urge to shake things up. "Do you think I could

have been abused as a child?"

If the question surprised Lundquist, he didn't show it.

"Unlikely. The fact that you become sexually aroused

indicates against it."

She took a deep breath and said "My husband... What

would happen if I was to, uh, have sex while dreaming? If I

was to have an orgasm, maybe it would bring some sort of

closure...?" Her voice was steady, but her cheeks were

slightly flushed.

The older man in the white coat shook his head. "That

could be dangerous and disruptive. If you were to wake up in

the middle of a sexual experience, it could be very

disorienting."

"Like waking a sleepwalker?"

"Yes."

"But what's the worst that could happen?"

Lundquist shrugged. "I don't think it will help. It

would confuse the issue of where the dreams are coming from."

"I don't give a shit where they are coming from," she

thought. Just make them go away.

"OK," she said. "It was just an idea."

Back at work, sitting at her neatly organized desk, she

couldn't concentrate on her files. She watched her coworkers

scurrying around, concerned looks on their faces, and

wondered what it all meant. Why it had once seemed so

important. Finally she took a calendar out of her bottom

drawer and placed in on the glass writing surface in front of

her. There were no events or appointments written into it,

just small cryptic notations and numbers in the corners of

some of the days. She studied it for a while, made a few

entries, and then put it away.

+++++

That night, after dinner, she watched Joe as he did the

dishes. His hands, encased in yellow rubber gloves, moved

methodically under the stream of hot water, steadily filling

the drainer with dripping plates and gleaming glasses. He

had a blank, faraway expression on his face, and she wondered

what he was thinking about. A few years ago she would have

asked. Something to do with his research, probably: Joe was

a Ph.D. student, mired in a research project that never

seemed to make any progress.

She moved behind him, slipping her arms around his

waist and pressing her breasts into his back. It was one of

their standard marital cuddles, and he turned his head and

half-smiled.

"How was the appointment?"

She shrugged. "I don't think we're getting anywhere.

Honey...?"

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking about your idea. Still want to do

it?"

He grinned. "Of course. What did Lundquist say?"

"I don't know. He was sort of neutral. I can never pin

him down on anything. But I don't see what it could hurt."

He turned around in her arms, and gave her a kiss.

"Good. Now I can't wait for bedtime."

She felt the bulge in the front of his sweatpants, and

it dawned on her that this was a turn-on for Joe. She had

sort of idly assumed that rubbing her off in her sleep would

be about as exciting as washing dishes.

"I see you like the idea of having sex with an

unconscious woman," she said lightly, rubbing her stomach

against his erection.

"Absolutely. I was thinking I could invite some friends

over, let them join in." He slid his hands down over her ass

and squeezed.

"Hah. Are you going to actually have sex with me? I

thought you would just rub me." They rarely talked openly

about sex like this, and she found it arousing. Impulsively,

she slid her hand down into his sweatpants. His cock was

bent awkwardly against his leg, and she gently released it.

"I was going to play it by ear. See what happens, see

whether it looks like I'm waking you up. You don't want me

to? Hey, that feels good."

"No, that's all right...you might as well enjoy

yourself." She was gripping his shaft now, pushing her fist

up and down a few inches. He slid his hands up the front of

her shirt and closed them around her small breasts, and she

gasped with surprise.

"What the...? Oh, you still have the gloves on! That

feels so weird."

He lifted her t-shirt over her head, and they both

laughed at the sight of the bright yellow gloves against her

white skin. The ends of the fingers had ridges to improve

the grip, and they provided an almost painful stimulation to

her nipples.

"Like fooling around with a cartoon character," she

giggled. She thought about going into the bedroom and having

sex, initiating the predictable sequence of events:

foreplay, intercourse, hot shower.

"Maybe I better take care of you now, while I'm awake."

She pushed his sweatpants and underwear down and dropped to

her knees. She wouldn't admit it to her husband, but she

found the position of being on her knees sucking cock to be

strangely sexy. It was every man's fantasy, wasn't it -

being orally serviced by a subservient woman.

Joe anxiously pushed his cock at her, but she playfully

closed her mouth and just tantalized him with little strokes

of her tongue, meticulously coating his cock with a

glistening layer of saliva. Then she made an O with her lips

and started fucking him with her mouth, and he groaned in

appreciation and started thrusting into her, seeking more and

more, pressing the swollen head against the back of her

throat.

"Oh babe, that's so good..."

Her head was suddenly gripped in a firm, rubbery vise as

he held her with both hands and spastically rammed in and out

of her mouth. A musky taste on the back of her tongue, and

then her mouth filled with the sticky, choking liquid.

He pulled her to her feet, and wiped his semen off her

chin with an apologetic smile. "Did I get too carried away?

I'm sorry..."

"No...that's all right."

+++++

He didn't think he would be able to sleep with the tight

ball of sexual anticipation squirming in his stomach, but

when she began crying out he had finally drifted into an

uneasy, light slumber, from which he woke instantly. His

excitement returned in a rush as he cautiously spoke her

name, and his painfully stiff erection rubbed against the

sheet as he turned toward her. She was babbling to herself,

a flow of pleading nonsense syllables occasionally

interrupted by a clear word like "water" or "home."

He reached over and slid her nightshirt up to her

stomach. When he put his hand on her warm thigh she spread

her legs and shifted her hips, giving him access. He was

surprised by how hot and slippery she was - "She never gets

this way for me" was the uncharitable thought that came to

mind. He dipped his finger into her, coating it with her

juice, and began gently frigging her, using the familiar

rhythm and accustomed pressure.

She responded at first, taking deep breaths and moving

with him, and he wondered if she would wake before she

climaxed. But then her response changed, and he could sense

that she was no longer on track for an orgasm. Her hips

twisted in an unfamiliar pattern, and he had the sudden odd

feeling that it wasn't his wife any more, but a stranger in

his bed.

He quickly stripped off his shirt and boxer shorts, and

then carefully positioned himself over her, supporting

himself on his elbows. He prodded at her cautiously with his

rigid cock, and then sunk into her with a glorious plunge.

She froze for an instant, and said "yes", and then she began

to jerk and twitch underneath him, still lost in her

dreamworld. He thrust into her slowly, trying to match her

pace, but she wasn't cooperating, and he eventually found it

best to remain still, letting her seemingly random motions

create the coitus.

She was all alone, as usual, and confused, but something

was different. Someone was approaching, someone she had

never met, but whom she had always loved. Someone beautiful.

The joy inside her was too much to be contained and she found

herself writhing and straining, longing for release.

"Where are you?" she moaned.

"Right here, babe. Right here."

The dream faded away and Joe's face appeared directly

above hers, like an angel sent from God.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and said "Make

love to me."

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he laughed. They

quickly found their rhythm, a line of communication between

them, and she felt a clean, powerful orgasm build inside her

and then wash through her body.

When she recovered he was lying next to her, and she

realized he had come at the same time as her.

"Good for you?" he asked, seriously.

"Wonderful for me. Joe..."

"What?"

"I think that was it. I think we finally did it. My

dream..."

"What are you talking about, babe?" His voice was soft

and sleepy.

"We're going to have a baby, Joe." As she spoke the

words, she sensed their inherent truth, and the joy she had

experienced in her dream returned.

"Come on, you know you can't tell if you're pregnant

right after. You of all people should know that." He sat

up, a concerned look on his face. "I thought we had come to

terms with the fact...I don't want you to get your hopes up,

babe."

"I don't know how...it's weird, but somehow I can tell."

She swung her legs off the bed and stood up to go into the

bathroom. Her womb felt warm, glowing, alive. "Just wait

and see."

The End, "What Mary Needs"

©1998 by DG (dionysian1@hotmail.com)

Author's note: This story was a bit of a departure for me,

written when I was in a strange, contemplative mood. I'm

curious to know what people think of it - I'm not

sure what I think of it myself.

Thanks to Baird Allen, I have a nice web page with all my

stories on it. Please drop by and check it out some time:

http://baird.pair.com/dg.htm

-DG