3. So much fun

3

So much fun

Drake

H ow the fuck am I supposed to not look?! I can’t close my eyes in this form. They’re plastered open, staring at the shape of the beautiful woman softened by the thin white shower curtain.

This is so wrong. A complete and total invasion of privacy.

I mean… it’s not like I’ve seen that much. She was in her bra and panties until just before stepping behind the curtain. Underwear is basically the same as a swimsuit, right? I only saw her ass for a second. Nothing too scandalizing. I’ve seen plenty of ass before. But, man, what an ass!

She’s got the kind of ass you could bounce a quarter off of, all tight and thick. I couldn’t look away. Not only because I can’t turn my head, but because hot damn, I wanted to touch it, bite it, smack it.

If I was in my human form, I’d be sporting a massive boner right now. The shower curtain is too opaque to see detail, but thin enough to see the shadowed outline of her. And that outline is making my squeaker want to go off without even being touched.

I should really get out of here. But before I can contemplate the distance to the door and how loud it would be if I opened it, she’s shutting off the water.

Shit, she’s gonna step out here all dripping wet and naked. If I shift in order to avoid seeing her, it would just freak her out. But watching… seeing her like this when she doesn’t know… fuck, I’m no better than an obsessive stalker right now.

To my relief, or disappointment—I’m not sure which—she sticks her hand out of the curtain and grabs the towel before stepping out of the steamy shower already wrapped up .

She walks past me into the bedroom, and I can vaguely hear some shuffling around before she comes back into the bathroom dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Nearly every inch of her beautiful skin is covered, and I have the sudden urge to shift and rip it all off her. Yeah, dangerously close to stalker territory here.

She brushes her hair, then braids it down her back before gently brushing her lips along the top of my head in a sweet kiss. “Don’t worry, Duckie, I’ll be back soon. Then we can solve all the problems of my life.”

She bounces out of the room ten times lighter than she was at the toy store. The doorbell rings with their food. Damn, food sounds good. I haven’t eaten all day. Not that I really get hungry in this form, but I still crave food. I hope Perry hasn’t eaten all the leftover pizza in my fridge.

I feel bad about leaving Anita. I don’t know what kind of woman buys a rubber duck and talks to it, but just having me here seemed to make her feel better, and it’s clear she needs that right now.

But I’m not what she thinks. And I can’t stay.

I wait one minute, two, three. The sound of muffled voices and clattering utensils comes from the main living space. This is my chance.

The counter creaks as I shift back to my human form. I quickly hop off, nervous it’ll break. It’s already got a thick crack in it. I’m naked, of course, because clothes don’t shift with object shifters, so I quietly search under the sink for a spare towel. Nothing but a few extra rolls of toilet paper, a can of bug spray, and a bottle of cheap bubble bath.

Hands over my groin, I peek out into the bedroom. If this were a regular heist, I’d have studied the layout and know all the exit routes. But it’s not, and tucked as I was against Anita’s breasts on the way inside, I’m not even sure I’m still on the ground floor. For all I know, her apartment could be five stories up.

I skim the room for something to cover myself with. Her towel is on the bed, still damp from her shower. The thought of wrapping myself in something that so recently touched her wet, naked body, has me sporting a serious chubby. Getting home wearing only a towel in ten degree weather is gonna suck, but like the sick fucker I am, I want the souvenir. It smells like honeysuckle and hibiscus. Wonder how long it’ll be before the scent of her fades.

Clutching the towel around my hips, I move to the window and peek out. We’re only one floor up. And there’s a decent size tree right by the window. Perfect. A hop and a jump, and I’ll be shimmying down that tree and well on my way.

“No, it’s not a problem,” Anita’s voice rings out from the other side of the bedroom door. “I’ll get it for you right now, before I forget.” The doorknob twists.

Shit. There’s no time to look for somewhere to hide, so I shift and drop to the floor.

Don’t notice me.

Don’t notice me.

Don’t notice me.

Her eyes immediately land on me and the damp towel under me. Crinkled eyebrows and a frown tarnish her pretty features. “Didn’t I leave you in the bathroom?”

She picks me up and studies me like she’s questioning if I’m real. After a beat, she shakes off any confusion and shrugs as if she’s decided she must have moved me and forgotten. She picks up the towel and carries both it and me back into the bathroom. The towel gets put back on the hook, and I go back on the counter.

“I’m almost ready for that bath, Duckie. Just be patient one more minute.”

With one more longing look towards the tub, she goes back into the bedroom to grab whatever she was getting for her friend.

Does she really mean a minute or ten? While I debate if I should risk trying to escape again, the clock ticks down and before I’ve decided, Anita is back in the bathroom, turning on the tub and dumping in mountains of bubble bath.

She drops me into the bubbles with a giddy little laugh. “You don’t know how much you saved my day, Duckie. Having you here with me makes me feel like I’m going to figure everything out.” She pats my head, which sends me bobbing under the water.

She steps one silky leg in at a time. Bubbles block most of my view, and a wave tilts me to the side as she sinks into the tub. But I don't need to see much for my imagination to run wild with images of her.

She moves her hands through the water, creating little ripples that have me bouncing closer to the plump curve of her breasts floating at the surface. The bubbles cover all the parts of her I desperately want to see, but know I shouldn’t. Including her nipples.

No, no. I don’t want to see them. I don’t want to be that creep sneaking peeks when she doesn’t know, but fuck, I wish I could look down, part the white foam and take in the sight of her pussy. Is she covered in curls or shaved bare?

She moans as she sinks deeper into the hot water, letting it ease the tension in her shoulders. I wish I could rub that tightness away, massage her until she’s relaxed and pliant.

“Alright, Duckie, ready to solve the problems of the world?” She proceeds to tell me all about her worthless boss who fired her because she didn’t reciprocate his inappropriate interest in her. I’m almost glad I can’t talk or do anything, because by the time she’s finished, I want to gouge the man’s eyes out.

What she really needs right now is just someone to listen. Really listen. So with her head back along the edge of the tub and the bubbles slowly popping around her, she tells me every thought she has.

“I wanted to be an architect, you know. This job was always supposed to be temporary, a way to save up for my degree, but now that it’s gone, I just feel lost. I don’t have the training to be what I want, and I haven’t saved anything, because every time I do, something unexpected happens. Like when my last roommate left, and I had to cover the rent by myself for two months until I found someone else. Or when my car broke down. My best friend got married a few months ago, and I had to plan the wedding shower. There are just constantly expenses I wasn’t planning on, and oops, there goes my savings.”

She moves a little, and I bob enough that my plastic beak kisses her right breast. The longing to kiss every inch of her skin, suck her nipples until she forgets all her worries, hits me so strongly it makes my hollow insides tremble.

“You know how it is, Duckie. When you’re young you think you can do anything, but then days and weeks and years just sort of slip away from you, and suddenly you’re staring at yourself in the mirror and wondering how did I get here? This isn’t where I want to be.”

Before her bath, when I tried to escape, I thought this wasn’t where I wanted to be either, but right now, I can’t remember why I ever wanted to leave this apartment and the beautiful woman in front of me.

“I’m worried about Haley, too. Happy for her, of course, but jealous… and worried that this new job won’t be what she thinks it’ll be. Nothing ever is, is it?”

Ha! Yeah, not even her little Rubber Duckie. The longer I stay, the more I feel like I’m lying to her. Guilt scratches my insides, threatening to make me shift right here and now. I don’t want to deceive this woman. In fact, I’d really like to get to know her for real.

She sighs and sinks against the back of the tub. Her eyes close, and she’s silent for a few minutes. I plot ways to see her again in my human form. I’m not leaving here without memorizing her address and knowing exactly how to get back to her. How weird would it be if I just showed up at her front door and asked her out? I probably should arrange some kind of meeting instead. Maybe I can follow her to out to drinks with friends or something and then—

A moan stops my train of thought.

Her head’s thrown back along the edge of the tub, lips parted. There’s a slight flush to her cheeks as she closes her eyes.

The soft waves in the water, combined with the look on her face, let me know exactly what she’s doing. Shit. I really shouldn’t be here. But there’s no escape.

And, fuck, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I’m mesmerized by the expressions flying across her face.

“Mmm, this is what I need. Don’t you think, Duckie?”

Fuck, no. And… fuck, yes . You deserve all the pleasure, baby. Make yourself feel so good.

“Bet you’re jealous.” She giggles, eyes locking with my wide-open plastic ones. “Bet you wish you could touch me right now.”

Oh, if she only knew.

Her wide smile makes me feel like I’m floating. Is she getting off thinking about a rubber duck watching her, wanting to touch her? Does she know? Can she tell?

“I like being watched, you know?” One hand cups her right breast, pinching her nipple between the knuckles of her pointer and middle finger, tugging enough to pop the bubbles and reveal just a hint of her dark areolas to me.

“Back in college, I used to touch myself out on my balcony.” She’s breathing faster, panting enough that her breasts bounce in the water. “I loved the thought of someone watching, of never knowing if someone saw me or not, sharing a moment with a stranger I never met.”

I’m suddenly feeling a lot less guilty about watching. Most of the bubbles have popped now, but I still can’t see what she’s doing below the water because I can’t look down. Damn, I want to know how she touches herself. Does she circle the little bundle of nerves or pinch it? Or rub up and down? Does she use one finger or two? Does she like her fingers inside her pussy or does she just play at her entrance?

“Want a better view, Duckie? ”

How the fuck is she reading my mind? I'm frantic with the desire to nod. The water bobs me up and down like I’m saying yes.

A beautiful giggle escapes her as she scoots up. Her breasts lift slowly above the surface of the water, bubbles rolling off of them. Two big round nipples capture all of my attention. I want to twist them with my teeth, pluck them with my lips, suck them so hard they bruise. Fuuuuuck. I’ve never seen such pretty nipples.

Continuing to rise, her soft belly comes into view. I feel as if I’m holding my breath, even though I don’t breathe in this form.

Higher, higher, and there it is. A thin strip of glorious little curls. A thrill runs through me at what’s about to happen. But it’s instantly followed by a sense of dread. She said she liked being watched and didn’t mind strangers taking a peek without previous consent, or even knowledge, but that was back in college. How would she feel if she knew a stranger was right here, right now, in her bath?

But… what can I do?

If I change into a man, I’ll freak her the fuck out. She’ll never give me the time of day after that. I’ll lose any chance of getting to know her for real. And apart from shifting, I can’t do anything to control myself in this form.

As if the universe is hearing my plight and agreeing that this is wrong, the wave that ripples away from her turns me around, so I’m facing the cold bathroom tile. Relieved and disappointed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” There’s a cheekiness to her voice that’s all new, and I fucking love it.

She plucks me up and turns me back around, so I’m looking right at her. Balancing on the edge of the tub, she lifts one leg, spreading herself for me. Curls part to reveal a glistening paradise.

If I wasn’t already hard plastic, I’d be harder than I’ve ever been. The lust I feel for this woman is more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. Maybe it’s the taboo nature of watching her like this, or maybe it’s just her. After she shared so much of herself with me, I feel closer to her than I’ve ever felt with the quick hook ups I usually enjoy. There’s a connection here. Even if it only goes one way right now.

“Be a good boy and watch me fuck myself.” She trails a hand down the front of her body. Fingers wrinkled from the tub. Languid strokes brush the lips of her pussy. Her eyes never leave mine. I drink her in like she’s a cold beer on a hot day. Intoxicating.

Forget getting payback on my cousin. I could kiss him right now for trapping me in that store. I’m gonna fucking marry this woman and make Perry my best man.