Six Scifi Stories by Robert T. Jeschonek Read Free Book Online Page B

"I don’t much care about my diet."
    OH LYNDA, I LOVE YOU, I thought. TAKE ME NOW, I wanted to howl, but instead I said, "But you just told me how important it is to you."
    TAKE ME NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!!
    "I know," said Lynda, "but just looking at you is driving me crazy. All I can think about is how good it would feel to eat you up."
    Hearing those words, I felt as if my supercreamy center was about to explode, spraying ultrachocolate crumbs and frosting all over the kitchen...all over Lynda. How I kept my voice even and said what I said, I’ll never know.
    "Maybe that isn’t such a good idea right now," I told her. "Maybe we should wait."
    Lynda tossed the towel aside and walked over to me. "But I don’t want to wait," she said. "I want you now."
    "I just think we should both be sure," I said, playing devil’s advocate, letting Lynda take the initiative. "I want it to be perfect. I want us both to be ready."
    Reaching out, Lynda stroked my wrapper. "Oh, I’m ready," she said, her voice filled with desire.
    "Well then," I said, deciding the time was right to let the situation run its course. "If you’re sure, then let’s take the next step. Let’s see where it leads us."
    Slowly, she lifted me from the counter. She raised me, still wrapped, to her nose and inhaled deeply of my rich fragrance...then sighed blissfully. "It’s been too long," she said. "It feels like it’s been forever."
    Her luscious mouth was so close, I had trouble keeping my mind clear. "I’ll make it worth the wait," I said, obsessed with the warmth of her breath as it fogged my cellophane wrapper. "I’ll give you what you need, Lynda."
    Hungrily, her eyes ran up and down the length of me, drinking me in. "I don’t think I can wait another minute," she said, her fingers trembling as she held me. "I have to have you right now."
    "It’s okay," I said. "I want you, too. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you."
    "Oh God," she said as she fumbled with my wrapper, tearing it open. "Give it to me. Please give it to me!"
    I was out of my mind with desire as she tugged me free of my packaging and threw it aside. The feel of her fingers around me, bare flesh against bare cake and frosting with nothing between us, was infinitely better than I had ever imagined.
    FINALLY, she was poised to DEVOUR me, to fulfill my urgent burning LUST and GRIND me up in her MOUTH so TENDER so MERCILESS so WET so RED...and even though I knew I’d been made to crave and seduce her, though I knew my drive to get her to eat me was designed to push her to develop a taste for Smidgens and buy many more of us...I WALLOWED in her embrace and LONGED for her none the less.
    I had NEVER known ANYTHING SO WONDERFUL in my life. I felt the PULSING of her fingertips as she raised me toward her MOUTH, and the whole world MELTED AWAY, leaving nothing but her glistening LIPS AND TONGUE AND TEETH.
    She opened WIDE and moved me CLOSER. The SMELL and HEAT of her BREATH washed over me, drowning out all coherent thought, stripping away everything but GREEDY ABANDON.
    Then, suddenly, the rapturous spell was broken. A chorus of tiny voices spoke up, and Lynda stopped drawing me into her mouth.
    "Don’t do it, Lynda!" said the voices. It sounded like there were dozens of them, piping shrilly from somewhere in the kitchen. "Don’t give in! Remember your diet!"
    Slowly, Lynda turned, looking for the source of the tinny cries. Even before her gaze settled on the Sea Sprite bag on the counter, I knew that the plankton snacks inside were responsible for ruining our rendezvous.
    "You’ve worked so hard to lose weight!" said the plankton snacks, their deep green curlicues visible through the window on the front of the cellophane bag. "Don’t give up now! Don’t let him take advantage of you!"
    I looked up at Lynda, hoping we could still retrieve the magic...but the look on her face told me I’d lost the advantage. Her