Page 4 of My Date With A Rubber Duckie

“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 everytime 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 thoughtthiswasn’t where I wanted to be either, but right now, Ican’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 somethingand 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, wantingto 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.

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