*** I have a ton of writing that is not erotica, where the flow of a particular story did not allow for explicit dalliances or trysts between characters. It might be interesting, I thought, to throw in an erotic twist or two while using characters I've already established for other genres. Such stories will be included in this series, and also short stories with strong fantasy, horror and science fiction elements, and a few oddball stories that just don't fit into any of my other 'typical' erotica niches.
Most of these stories will have plenty of sensual / sexual / erotic content. A few might have subdued or incidental sexual interaction, but this minimal sex will be crucial to the story's structure. I will be sure to note the overall genre, and if applicable, a statement regarding low erotic content.
To begin with, the following short story is in the space sci-fi category. This is the first story I submitted to Lit, quite some time ago. As such, I feel it isn't as polished as my later writing, but regardless, it was the first of its kind for me and I still love it. ***
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Outpost Seventy-Seven
"Good heavens, Hendricks," The bored Sergeant complained, allowing his dusty binocs to drop down onto his chest. "I wish I had something to shoot."
"Give it a rest, Packerd." Corporal Hendricks, dark skinned and muscular, answered. He was seated on the floor, his back resting on one of the small tower's short steel walls. "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather keep things quiet out here. It helps me think."
"Oh, come on." Packerd replied. "Wouldn't you rather be on an outer outpost and right in the middle of all the action? I heard four-fifty-one had an entire squadron of aliens come down on them all at once."
"I heard a lot of good soldiers got killed there." Hendricks said, reaching to his belt to unclip his canteen. "So, no thank you. I'd rather be safe and sound right here on Outpost Seven-dash-Seven. Besides, how long do you think the three of us would have lasted against a whole squadron of aliens?"
"There wouldn't have been just three of us." Packerd corrected. "Not on the outer perimeters."
"Sir," The last member of their tiny detachment, the rookie Osimi, spoke up. The young man glanced nervously at his hand-held monitor. "I've got movement approaching from the east, about thirty yards out and behind the rocks."
"Not some stray animal?"
"No sir." Osimi shook his head. "It just passed our second line of sensors. It appears to be headed right for us."
"I guess you're going to get your chance after all." Hendricks dryly commented. "Let's just hope it's not an entire squad of those buggers."
Packerd was already scanning the hillside with his binocs, concentrating his attention on the rocky outcrops that sprouted out from the valley floor. "I see something."
"Not some animal?"
"Negative." Packerd replied. "It looks like a woman."
"A woman?" Hendricks asked. In unison, both he and Osimi got to their feet. "You've got to be kidding. What would a woman be doing out here?"
"Osimi, get this on the recorder." Packerd directed. "Caucasian female, twenty five to thirty years of age, long brown hair, wearing a blue colonist uniform. Looks pretty battered from here."
Hendricks was staring through his own binocs. "Got a nice rack too, from what I can see."
"Sir, should I include that on the report?" A perplexed Osimi asked. "About her nice rack?"
"No, you shit-head." Packerd looked back at the newcomer impatiently. "Stick to the facts."
"That was a fact, Sarge." Hendricks grinned.
"Shut up, Hendricks." Packerd returned his attention to the woman, who was now only about twenty meters away.
"Admit it, she has a nice rack." Hendricks insisted.
"Yeah, so what?" The Sergeant agreed. "Her patch says H-A-M, which is what, Hamilton colony? How far are we from Hamilton colony, Osimi?"
The young soldier punched in the query on his hand-held. "About ten clicks, sir."
"What the hell is she doing out here then?" Hendricks asked, retrieving his rifle from where he'd been sitting. "You don't suppose she could be an alien, do you?"
"I don't think so." Packerd shrugged his shoulders. "Not unless they've learned to mimic humans with nice racks."
"Here she comes, sir." Osimi cautioned.
"All right, I'll handle this." Packerd stated, lowering his binocs once again. His voice boomed out across the desert. "You there, identify yourself!"
When the woman didn't respond, Hendricks raised his rifle and trained its magnifying scope on her.
"I repeat," Packerd insisted. "Identify yourself!"
The woman's response was to raise her right hand and flip the team off.
Hendricks snickered as he lowered his weapon. "I see you've got yourself a feisty one, Sarge."
Packerd stepped over by the tower's ladder and began a quick descent onto the dusty dirt below. When the woman was near enough, he called out, "You're from Hamilton colony, aren't you?"
"Not anymore." The woman hissed back, coming to a halt in the tower's shadow. "You got any water?"
"Sure." Packerd said, offering her his canteen. "It's a little warm, though."
"I'll take it." She replied, unscrewing the lid and taking a long sip. Afterwards, she poured some over her upraised forehead. "I've been walking for almost three hours."
"What happened?" Packerd asked, glancing back briefly as the other two soldiers made their way down the ladder. "Why are you even out here?"
"It's a long story."
"Well, we've got nuthin' but time out here." Hendricks said, drawing closer to further scrutinize the woman, and more importantly, her assets.
"Fine." She explained. "My name's Daubert, Erica Daubert. I'm a hydroponics engineer on Hamilton. My husband Maxwell is head of the division. I became concerned when he didn't show up for lunch on time. I went looking for my husband in the fruit gardens, and I found him screwing one of the girls from communications."
Hendricks laughed softly, causing the woman to stare wickedly in his direction.
"Anyway," She continued. "I was pissed off and I wanted to leave the colony right away. So I grabbed the first transport I could find and I took off. Turns out I was still having shitty luck, because that transport wasn't even charged up. It ran out of juice before I could make Jefferson. I used the scanners to find you guys. Any more questions?"
"No, that'll be enough, Mrs. Daubert." Packerd patted her shoulder consolingly. "I'm afraid we won't be able to take you to Jefferson colony anytime soon, since we're assigned here until tomorrow morning. When our relief shows up, we can take you there, since it's on the way to where we're headed, which is Newton colony. Until then, you're welcome to rest in our transport. It's right over there. Feel free to use any provisions you might need."
"Thank you." Erica nodded. "It doesn't matter where I go really, as long as I don't have to go back to Hamilton again." She glanced down at her dirty uniform. "You know what I'd like to do, is to get out of these filthy clothes and use your humidifier."
"Sure, you go right ahead, ma'am." Packerd motioned towards the youngest member of the group. "Osimi, will you show Mrs. Daubert to the transport?"
Clearly, Hendricks was disappointed not to be assigned to the task.
"Yes, sir." Osimi obliged, taking the lead. "Right this way, please."
The two older soldiers watched them march away.
"Nice ass, too." Hendricks mused.
"You know," Packerd grinned. "I was just about to say that myself."
It was a full two hours later before they saw the pair returning towards the lookout tower. As expected, Osimi was in the lead, trudging through the dirt like the dedicated trooper that he was, with the young woman lagging a good ten feet behind. What they had not expected, however, was for Erica to be wearing an entirely new set of clothes. She had on a set of army-issue underwear; a white tank top that nicely curved under what had to be D cup breasts, white boxers, oversized and leading to her tanned and lean legs, and a pair of all terrain sandals. Her brown hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, exposing clear green eyes, strong, prominent cheekbones and full, sensuous lips. She was a very striking woman, Packerd realized, glancing over at his buddy.
"What are you staring at?" Erica, noticing the close scrutiny she was receiving, growled in Hendrick's direction.
Hendricks simply shook his head. "I just don't see it. I mean, how could your man go and cheat on you, with you looking like that?"
"Well, he did." Erica shot back, taking a few steps towards the commanding officer. "I hope you don't mind, Sergeant Packerd, but I asked the Private if I could borrow some of his clothes. I didn't see any point in putting my uniform back on in the sorry condition it was in."
"It sure breaks up the scenery around here." Packerd admitted. "But as long as you don't mind Hendrick's ogling, I don't have a problem with it."
Hendricks grunted back at the Sarge, before going back to disassembling his weapon. Due to the heavy dust content in the air, the soldiers took apart and cleaned their weapons at least twice a day.
"You can stay inside the transport if you'd like." Packered continued. "If you stay out here, you're just going to get all dusty like the rest of us."
"I don't mind." Erica replied. "I've been cooped up for the last two weeks, shuttling between the hydro gardens and my living quarters. It's kind of refreshing to be outside for a change."
"Suit yourself." Packerd told her, taking a step towards the tower. "But if we have any type of emergency, please obey our instructions. It might save your life."
"No problem, sir." Erica answered with a mock salute, walking directly up to the tower's short ladder and starting the quick climb up. "I've always wanted to go up one of these things."
Packered watched the lady ascend, gazing past her athletic thighs and under the folds of her loose boxers. Embarrassed, he glanced back over at his buddy Hendricks, who was grinning back like a kid in a candy store. Courteously, Packered waited until the woman had reached the top, before he began his own ascent.
"Wow, you can see all the way to Devil's Peak from here." She commented, holding her hand out over her eyes to reduce the glare.
"When the wind isn't hurling dust in our eyes, we can." Packered stepped up beside her. "When it gets really bad, our visibility might be cut down to just a few meters."
Erica turned towards the Sergeant. "You haven't come across any aliens this far in, have you?"
