Lance woke up first.
The feel, and then sight, of Dana's nude body curved around his was a most pleasant sight to wake up to. One of her knees nudged Lance's groin.
Dana's knee made Lance's penis bounce. He looked and saw his penis was every bit as hard as it had been the previous night.
And then the previous night, and day before that, came back to memory. Flying from Florida, crashing in the Atlantic ... waking up in this place ... this Socrates Prometheus ... and then waking up to see two nude girls walking in on him, offering themselves to him.
He hadn't had a night like that in ... well, ever.
And then he realized Dana's eyes were open and she was looking at him.
She looked half-awake, or maybe hung over. Her hair was a nest on her head.
The way she looked made Lance's penis throb.
Dana felt Lance's genitals with her right knee. She shifted slightly and felt a gentle throb from between her legs when his right hip nudged between her legs. Her right breast was sweaty and felt full on top of Lance's chest.
Lance's hair went in 100 different directions. His blue eyes were half-open.
Just looking at him made her want to impale herself on his body right now.
"Hello," he said quietly. And they kissed.
Half a minute later, she said, "Are you all right?"
"Can't you tell?" Then they stopped. "Are you all right?"
"I ... don't ... know," she said.
All right? They were imprisoned on an island apparently of some kind of mad scientist. The only way they knew how to get off the island was lying in pieces just off the water. There was no way of knowing if the Air Force or anyone else knew where they were. They had been stripped of their clothing.
Oh, and Dana had lost her virginity to a man she had met two days ago, the naked man now underneath her own naked body. Without a ring, without a marriage vow, without even a first date, they had fucked as if they were both in heat, his semen inside her, her virginal blood all over his genitals. That probably didn't qualify as what her mother had said about saving herself for the right man, which had been back when she started getting periods 20 years ago.
She had not had a man touch her in any sort of sexual way since she had left home for college. She had made out in the cars of a couple of high school dates, but that had always stopped when her dates tried to get past first base. She had gone out with group dates with friends in college, but she had never been interested in any of the men she had met, in college, or in medical school, or doing her doctoral work.
She had thought for a while that she wanted to save herself for the right man, although she couldn't exactly define who or what would make up "the right man." And then she became more interested in her work, and there was no right man. She had worked with men who seemed to function nowhere besides above the neck. She also knew men who tried to hit on her despite their being married, and she wanted nothing to do with that.
Oh, and she had lost her virginity after she was seduced by another woman. She had known women she concluded were lesbians given their appearance — they looked as though they wanted to be men and not women — and their lack of participation in the gossip about which doctor was sleeping with whom.
Did that make her a lesbian? She had read both of the Kinsey reports, Sexual Behavior in the Human Male and Sexual Behavior in the Human Female. She never remembered herself as attracted to women in any sexual sense. Her interest in the human body was strictly clinical as part of her research.
Dana was suddenly curious about Lance's erection. She had seen penises before, of course, but only in a clinical setting and as the only woman in a group of doctors.
She touched his testicles, feeling the skin of his scrotum, tracing their shape. They were warm through his pubic hair. They hung down, not retracted back toward his pelvis like they would be in a cold examination room. She tried to remember if testicles were usually this large too.
She knew that penises looked like this only once in a while, and only under specific circumstances. It felt slightly cooler than his testicles, but still warm. She could feel his pulse through her hand.
She put her fist loosely around his penis. Her hand covered about two-thirds of the shaft; the rest and the head came out of her looped thumb and forefinger, with the side of her hand resting against his testicles. She had only seen one this large in reference books, never in her work or her research.
