I've been reading erotic stories on Lit for quite some time. Kudos to all the men and women who've taken the time and effort to write and submit stories. I was shocked at how much time and effort it took. Hope you enjoy. I'm very close on submission number two!
THE FRAGMENT
The fragment of meteorite had lain undisturbed for tens of thousands of years in the Arizona desert.
Thousands of similar fragments had, over time, been washed away, irretrievably buried, kicked, driven over, or in some way shifted, eliminating any vestige of the spores which had filled surface cracks and imperfections in its surface.
This particular fragment had survived, unmoved and untouched. Its exposed surface was devoid of spores but, where the fragment was half buried in the sandstone, the spores, hundreds of them, remained intact.
Despite contact with insects and subterranean invertebrates, the spores had remained dormant and reacted no differently than the specks of dust they resembled.
The fragment had been passed countless numbers of times by humans. Early Native American tribes; Hopis, Zunis, and Navajo. Mappers, explorers, surveyors and archeologists. Soldiers, hunters, hikers and tourists.
In point of fact, in 1903, U.S. President Theodore Roosevelt himself passed within 200 yards of the fragment's resting place.
In the summer of 2010 however, the fragment caught the interest of Austin Bradley, professor of Archeology at Bradford State.
He was planning on visiting his sister Donna, and her daughters, in Winslow and he was sure that her oldest daughter Angela would find it intriguing.
After loosening the fragment from the surrounding sandstone, he lifted it from the desert floor.
The pad of Professor Bradley's right index finger came in contact with the spores.
URGENT CARE
Shawna Fowler, MD was assigned the 3 to 11 shift at the Winslow Urgent Care facility. It had been a reasonably uneventful afternoon where she had seen only two patients; a 56 year-old man with a minor laceration on his arm requiring several stitches, and an eight year-old boy with an upset stomach from taking his birthday present, a large box of chocolates, up to his room when no one was watching. (He had eaten over half the contents before it started to affect him.)
Now, at 8:00 p.m., she saw a silver SUV pull up in front of the office. An obviously agitated middle-aged woman exited the driver door. A much younger woman, who also appeared upset, stepped out of the right rear passenger door.
A man appeared to be slumped against the front passenger door.
Dr. Fowler came out of the building to see if they needed assistance.
"Please! We need a wheelchair." The older woman frantically called to the doctor. "He's really sick."
Dr. Fowler retrieved a wheelchair from the office and assisted the women in getting the man into the chair, and into an examining room.
The women helped Dr. Fowler by holding his shoulders to the examining table and talking comfortingly to him as Shawna stripped the man down to his boxers.
Other than keys in his jeans pocket she could find no wallet or other identification. She did not find the meteorite fragment in the watch pocket.
As she examined the man she questioned the women to get as much information as she could.
Apparently the women, a mother (Margaret "Maggie" Sloane) and her 27 year old daughter (Stephanie Sloane, though her friends called her Stef), were traveling to Thoreau, New Mexico to visit family. They had just passed through Winslow when they saw the man stumbling through the brush some fifty feet off of the highway.
Their initial thought was that the man was drunk and they decided not to take any chances by stopping.
Maggie had only driven a short distance when she began feeling guilty and had turned the car around. Stephanie was concerned about getting involved but her mother convinced her that she only wanted to make sure the man was okay and not hurt. Even so she had gotten her pepper spray out of her handbag in case she needed it.
When they got back to where they had first seen the man they saw that he had made it to the side of the road and no further. He lay face down on the asphalt.
Both women had approached him cautiously but immediately could tell that the man was severely distressed. His breathing was erratic and labored. He was soaked in sweat and he appeared to suffer convulsions every few minutes.
They had tried to call 9-1-1 but neither one could get a cell signal.
It was Stef who had recalled seeing the URGENT CARE sign back in Winslow so they decided they had to get him into their car and get him help as soon as possible.
They had driven him as fast as possible and it appeared that the man was doing much better by the time they arrived at the medical facility.
Still, he was completely unresponsive and, they both were afraid he was going to die. They also wanted to know if Dr. Fowler had any idea what was wrong with him and if they had exposed themselves to anything that was going to make them sick as well.
Dr. Fowler had checked the man's vitals when he had first arrived. His blood pressure was extremely high as were his pulse and respiration. He was cold and clammy and was suffering from intermittent spastic responses.
Now, as she checked his vitals again, not ten minutes later, she was completely surprised by the results. Pulse, heart rate, respiration, blood pressure, and temperature were all normal.
Even more amazing was the difference she noted in the man's overall condition from the time she had moved him into the examining room until now. The profuse sweating had stopped and the man showed no signs of convulsions or spasticity. He appeared to be sleeping normally with absolutely no signs of discomfort.
Dr. Fowler thanked the women for taking time to tend to, and transport, the patient to her facility. She also assured them that she did not believe that he was suffering from any type of communicable malady. She did take their contact information so that she could advise them of the test results later in the morning.
Maggie and Stef were about to leave the observation room when they heard noises coming from the man on the examining table. All three women were shocked and surprised when the man suddenly began to moan and unconsciously slipped his hand inside of his boxers and began to stroke himself.
THE SPORE
The spore's reaction to Austin Bradley's touch was amazingly fast.
Sebum secreted from the sebaceous glands in Austin's fingertips was instantly recognized as coming from a warm-blooded mammal. The spore opened and released the single celled organism which in turn travelled through the gland and embedded in the dermis.
The internal reactions from that point forward were nothing short of miraculous.
