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Excerpt from "Spacewrecked with Joel Fennimore" from Soulful Sex: The Science Fiction Collection
She started to laugh, and immediately after to cry, and then clung to his body with all her might. "I thought I was going to be stuck here alone, Joel," she said into his shoulder, trying to control her quaking voice.
His arms squeezed her tight. "Aw, never, never. You’re going to be just fine."
Evie hung on. Joel's body was like a restorative to her, so hard, so damp and hot, so full of strength and vigor. For an instant she reflected on that instinct a person has when threatened, to cling to someone, just to feel the comfort of another human, whether or not that person can truly be of any help. But in this situation, in any situation of survival, this man she clung to so tightly truly was a savior. He was the quintessential rescuer. It was stunning to think about.
Joel pressed his rough cheek into hers, and she could feel the stubble pressing her skin. She could smell his sweat, and feel his heart pumping against the flesh of her breast. She had a sudden vision of him, his face floating over hers, his eyes squinting tight and his lips breaking into an ecstatic smile...he was climaxing...he was making love to her. Her whole body caught the heat of this image, and she nuzzled against him so her breasts would press deeper against his chest.
What was happening? A moment ago she was terrified, and now she was aroused?
There was no doubt of it. Arousal was thick in her throat, her breath rushed, and she ached for Joel in every limb. She drew her head back to look into his face and found his eyes searching hers, then dropping to stare at her mouth. He tipped his head and closed his eyes. Oh God he's going to kiss me she thought, and then felt his lips on hers.
Evie had been infatuated with Joel Fennimore for a number of years, so kissing him was the proverbial dream come true. Regardless of the unshakeable feeling that all this was very, very strange, she gave herself over to unmitigated, giddy joy. Her heart skipped like a stone over water, to think that not only had Joel come to rescue her, but was also kissing her.
In that moment it was the latter that seemed the more significant event. Every place her body touched Joel's glowed with a thrilling hot softness. His hands seized her head, under the jaw line, his kiss was long and deep, and his new-grown beard burned her lips and chin in a way she found exquisite. She wanted desperately to fall back on the ground, have her clothes disappear, have him enter her....
Joel pulled away, panting even harder than he had from physical exertion minutes earlier. "Evie," he said, and then his face became a mass of confusion. His hands released her. "I'm so sorry," he told her, shaking his head like a man waking from a dream.
Evie realized at once that something had been terribly wrong, terribly strange. The arousal didn’t drain from her utterly--Joel had been touching her too wonderfully for some of it not to be genuine--but her other, more normal emotions returned. She was anxious, she was frightened, and now she was embarrassed too.
"What’s happening to us?" she asked him.
"I don’t know. But that was--it wasn’t me--I'm not the sort of guy who would--I'm sorry."
He looked mortified. Evie, for her part, was mortified and saddened; was there no part of their actions that Joel might have wanted or enjoyed?