{2}The Discovery

A flash of bright yellow caught Lisa’s eye as she sifted through the archaeology department’s Storage Area C. It was a rare moment of color in the dusty expanse that was home to countless forgotten artifacts.

Lisa approached a high shelf where she found a rubber ducky larger than any she had ever seen, with a black bow tie at its neck giving it an unexpected touch of sophistication. Stretching her arms up to reach it, her round breasts rose up as well, threatening to spill out of the loose neckline of her dress as she tried to dislodge the duck from its lofty perch.

As Lisa’s fingers grasped the oversized rubber toy, it wobbled briefly before plummeting down, landing with an unexpected thud on her perky breasts. Lisa clutched the duck, lifting it from her body and holding it at arm’s length to inspect it.

“Quackenbush,” she murmured, tracing the name etched at the bottom.

The rubber duck, with its elegant black bow tie, looked like it was ready for a fancy party. Lisa couldn’t help but smirk at the whimsical thought of a duck charming the socks off unsuspecting bathers.

A quick search led her to its catalog entry. The rubber duck had been discovered in the ruins of an ancient South American temple. Notes mentioned that the locals spoke of star-beings who had visited Earth millennia ago, taking mates. However, the entry was dismissed as local lore, a whimsical story concocted by imaginative minds, and Quackenbush was considered a prank or a misplaced modern item.

As evening grew near, the desire to take Quackenbush home grew stronger with each passing hour. It was the Friday before a much-needed spring break, a heaven-sent week-long reprieve from the unrelenting grind of her PhD studies.

Ignoring the nagging voice of reason, Lisa tucked Quackenbush into her large bag. She assured herself she’d just borrow him for the week, a little stress reliever amidst her textbooks and solitary nights. After all, she’d bring him back unscathed, and no one would be the wiser.

Suddenly the room’s light went out and a pair of strong arms coiled around her waist. A hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her surprised shriek. Panic surged through her as her back collided with a firm chest and a warm hand wandered under her dress. The hand began to explore the soft mounds of her breasts, and she finally recognized the touch. Ben, her boyfriend of three years, was playing a prank on her! She felt his familiar chuckle vibrate against her ear as his fingers danced over the silky fabric of her bra.

“What the hell, Ben?” she whispered angrily, shoving his hand away from her mouth.

Ben took a step back, yet his palms continued fondling Lisa’s breasts. “I thought I’d give you a little… send-off gift before I embark on my month-long research trip.”

Lisa rolled her eyes, but his touch was making her nipples stand at attention, and she couldn’t help but smile. She felt his tongue tracing a line down her throat, and her breath caught as his thumbs gently flicked her nipples.

“Ben, not here,” she protested, but her hands were wandering under his shirt, enjoying the warmth of his skin.

Ben begged adorably as his hands fumbled with the zipper of her dress. “Please, just a quickie, before I take off,” his hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of her neck. Lisa couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through her body and she nodded.

Her bag, filled with the day’s notes and the curious rubber duck, sat forgotten on a desk, a silent witness to their impromptu encounter.

Ben gently pushed down her dress, causing the zipper to give way with a soft hiss. This revealed her delicate black bra, which he swiftly removed, exposing her rosy-tipped breasts. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peaks of her nipples, teasing, then swirled around her areola as his hands squeezed and massaged her breasts. He loved how they perfectly filled his hands.

Lisa pulled off Ben’s shirt, her hands eagerly exploring the muscular expanse of his back. She felt his warm, firm skin under her fingertips, the light dusting of hair tickling her palms. His chest was broad and strong and she felt safe against it.

With a sudden surge of desire, Lisa brought Ben’s face up from her breasts to kiss him. His mouth met hers with passion and their tongues danced together sensuously.

His hands traveled down her body, settling on her firm ass. He gave it a squeeze, and Lisa practically melted as he began to knead her cheeks, his thumbs slipping into the crevice, hinting at the naughty thoughts that filled his mind.

Lisa reached down and stroked Ben’s cock over his pants. It was already swollen with need, straining against the fabric. His breath hitched as her hand traced the outline of his erection, sending a pulse of excitement through him.

Approaching footsteps brought them crashing back to reality. In a flash of motion, they both scrambled to fix their clothes.

The door swung open, revealing a young graduate student they had never seen before.

“Oh, sorry,” the student mumbled, her face reddening as she took in the scene. “I just needed to grab a book... I’ll come back later.”

“It’s fine, get your book,” Lisa managed to say, her voice a little shaky.

The young student nodded and quickly scurried to grab her book and left without another word.

“Well, I guess that’s a sign,” Ben said, looking at his watch.

“I know,” Lisa said with a pout, her arms crossing over her chest as she felt the loss of his warmth. “You have to go.”

Ben’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “But I’ll be back before you know it.” He leaned in and gave her a deep kiss, a promise of more to come. Then he ran off.

With a sigh, Lisa picked up her bag with the curious rubber duck and headed home.

{2}Home Sweet Home

In her second-story apartment, it was eerily quiet. The sudden realization of Jill’s absence hit her like a ton of bricks. Her roommate had managed to snag a last-minute ticket to a music festival. The prospect of having the place all to herself for an entire week filled Lisa with delight.

Lisa tossed her bag onto her bed, the large rubber duck bouncing out and landing on its back with a comical thud. She couldn’t help but giggle as she watched it wobble back and forth.