Page 3 of When She's Stuffed
"I would be honored."
The way he gazes at me as he says it makes me feel...things. Things no forty-year-old woman should feel when they're coming from a younger alien man. What is going on with me today? Am I sad and lonely because of the holiday that I've decided to put on? Perhaps that's why I'm reading so much into the looks he's shooting in my direction.
CHAPTER
THREE
TOGHAR
Speak up,I chide myself as I peel a mountain of roots over the sink.Tell her your feelings. The two of you are alone. There is no better time.
Yet the words stick in my throat, and I work and listen to her talk instead. We speak of family celebrations when we were younger, me with my parents on the station I grew up on, her with her family in some place called Can-sass.
And I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She is glowing with happiness today, her cheeks pink with emotion, her eyes bright and sparkling. Strands of hair have loosened from the braid she keeps her hair in and cling to her neck and the sides of her face, and I want to brush them away and see if they're as soft as they look. If all of her is as soft as she looks.
Great, now my cock is hard just thinking about touching Pamela all over. I discreetly turn more towards the counter and continue peeling. "What are all these tahaari for?" I ask, hoping to distract. "Don't you normally eat them with the skin on?"
"They taste a lot like a thing called a 'yam' back where I come from, so we're going to cook them into a paste and then make a pie out of them. It'll be delicious, wait and see."
A pie full of paste...humans are strange. "I am sure it will be...tasty."
She giggles, and the sound fills me with warmth. "You're a terrible liar, Toghar. Just trust me when I say the humans will enjoy it. I'll make something else for the guards. What do you think they'd like?"
I consider this. "Noodles and veg?"
"Don't you guys eat that every day?"
"Of course we do. It's tasty."
"Well, who am I to judge? I'm cooking up a dead bird, after all." She washes her hands, rubbing her fingers thoroughly.
My cock hardens even more. Keffing hells, how is it that her smallest movements make me want to paint the inside of my trou with my seed? I concentrate hard on the root in my hand, scraping away at it with the knife. Distraction. I need distraction. "Tell me more about...this bird."
"It's the centerpiece!" She bustles over to the refrigeration unit in the kitchen, her full hips bouncing, and I watch her backside jiggle with furtive delight. It's not helping my cock ease any, but I can't look away. Nor do I want to. Pamela bends over, and I'm treated with an even better view of her rounded ass, and my cock may never go down again, because now I'm picturing my hands on her, spreading those sweet cheeks and plunging into her from behind.
Magnificent. All of her is magnificent.
"Oh," she breathes, and I bite back a groan at the soft, startled sound. "This is bigger than I thought."
I'm dying. This is how I go out—all the blood floods to my cock and abandons the rest of my body.
Pamela turns and looks at me. "Can you help me get the bird out so I can prepare it?"
The bird. Of course. I'll need a moment to ensure I don't embarrass myself with my raging erection. "I will retrieve it. Can you check these roots to ensure I am doing this properly?"
She bustles over to approve my work and as she does, I move to the refrigeration unit to retrieve the bird. It's...enormous and looks a lot like an avian I served with back at my first security job on a station. That's alarming. I pull the platter out and set the naked, pale corpse on the counter, trying not to stare at the naked, prominent pores that cover its featherless skin.
Pamela claps her hands in delight. "Look at how big it is. That's just what I wanted."
Even the double entendre of her words can't get me past the sight of the bird corpse, and luckily my cock remains at ease. "Indeed. Someone has already plucked it for you."
She touches my arm in her excitement, then brushes past me. "This is so exciting. Milly's going to be thrilled. We're going to stuff this bad boy and make him delicious."
And she gives the naked haunch of the thing a naughty smack.
My cock jumps a little at that. Just a little.
"How are you going to prepare the...bird?" I almost say corpse.
