Asher's Futa Chronicles

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Naomi shows up while Asher is home alone, or is she really? Is a smutty soap opera enough to get her going?

Enjoy!

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Chapter 7

ASHER

"Is Remmi here?" Naomi asked, standing in the doorway of Remmi's and my apartment. Remmi was tutoring Naomi in gymnastics and helping her with her training.

"Sorry, she's still in class," I said and slyly checked out the budding gymnast.

The girl couldn't be more than 4'10". She was wearing wind shorts and an athletic top that showed off what there was of her chest. The rest of her was smooth muscle thanks to countless hours in the gym with Remmi.

Remmi had been coaching the girl since the previous year, when she was a freshman at our college. Naomi's mom, Gennifer, had been "paying" Remmi for her tutelage in more ways than one.

I watched Naomi's face fall in disappointment.

"Oh, well, thanks," Naomi said and started to turn away.

"You're more than welcome to wait for her," I offered, stepping aside and holding the door open.

"Oh, uh," Naomi started. "I don't want to impose."

"Nah," I said. "I'm just watching some Gilded Rose till I head out to class."

"Gilded Rose?" Naomi asked, pausing.

"Yeah, I just started watching the show. I heard it was really good. Do you know it?" I asked, knowing full well that it was Naomi's favorite show. Remmi told me the girl talked nonstop about it every chance she got.

"Uh, yeah, actually," Naomi said, brightening.

"Well, Remmi should be back shortly. Why don't you come in and hang out till she gets here?" I offered.

Naomi considered it long enough that I thought she might leave anyway. But then the sound of the TV reached her, and she tilted her head.

"Oh," Naomi said as she pushed past me and into the apartment. "This is one of my favorite episodes!"

"Really?" I asked. She couldn't see my smile. I'd had this episode queued up for a while now. Remmi said she'd told Naomi to meet her here 20 minutes ago. I'd started to think Naomi wouldn't show up when she finally knocked on my door.

Naomi plopped herself down on the couch and dropped her bag beside her. Her eyes never left the TV.

"Want something to drink?" I asked as I closed the door.

"No thanks, I'm good," Naomi said, still staring at the TV.

I chuckled at the girl and retrieved some water. I set my glass down before planting my butt on the couch beside Naomi.

Gilded Rose was not a great show. It was one of those drama soap operas. Since it wasn't on a major network and only aired on a subscription channel, it could get rather racy, bordering on pornographic at times.

I'd had to search the Internet to find this saucy episode for today's little venture.

"OK, so you know Juan?" Naomi asked. She didn't wait for me to answer before launching into a running commentary of the show. She only slowed when one of the show's bedroom scenes popped up. The show often paired its characters in bed to have "deep" conversations. That, and spike the ratings with soccer moms.

I listened to her, but found I didn't even need to reply for her to continue her one-sided conversation.

More than once, I saw several signs of her arousal. I watched her constantly licking her lips and squirming in her seat as I sat beside her. The show really did it for her.

"You sure you wouldn't like something to drink?" I offered.

"Actually, yes, please," Naomi said, having to clear her throat before answering.

"Tea, water, soda?" I offered. "I think we still have some wine, if that's your thing."

"Just some water, thanks," she said.

I got her some water, but poured a glass of wine for myself before sitting back down. I couldn't be sure, but I think she had been checking me out on my way to the kitchen.

Naomi had been after Remmi for as long as I'd known her. Remmi had been clueless about it until I shared my suspicions with her. Even then, it wasn't until I'd caught Naomi spying on us that Remmi finally believed me.

Since then, Naomi had been the subject of more than one fantasy between Remmi and me. But we hadn't acted on it until now.

With her eyes still on the TV, Naomi reached for her water and picked up my wine instead. She drank before realizing what she'd done.

That had been an accident. I had no intention of giving her booze unless she asked. Her water was right in front of her. She just hadn't been looking when she reached for it.

"Oh!" Naomi said, leaning back and looking at her glass. "That's really good." Then she took another drink, realized what she'd done, and looked at me. "Sorry," she said as she handed the glass back to me.

I took a moment to take another sip, making sure I took the time to let my lips brush across the lip of the glass sensually as Naomi watched me.

"That's OK, you can have that one, if you want," I said, offering her the glass.

She only hesitated a moment before taking the glass from me.

I acted like nothing had happened and retrieved another glass for me. "I didn't know you liked wine."

"Well," Naomi said, already having finished half the glass. "With my regime, I don't ever get to drink alcohol. But since I screwed up, I guess today will be a cheat day for me." She smiled at me, but quickly looked away when she saw me studying her.

"Interesting choice of words," I said and watched the blush spread across her face as I sat down.

She hid behind her glass, drinking to cover her embarrassment. A few minutes later, she looked out of the corner of her eye and found me still studying her.

"What?" she asked as she finished off her glass, but didn't put it down.

"Nothing," I said and shrugged my shoulders, but not before giving her a little grin.

"No, really, what?" Naomi asked.

I made a show of looking away from her.

"I just hadn't realized how cute you were," I mumbled, and this time it was my turn to hide behind my glass.

My assumption had always been that Naomi was only interested in Remmi. I figured she only saw me as a rival. But now, as I could see she was still staring at me, I began to wonder. Maybe this won't be as hard as I thought.

Naomi suddenly snorted.

"Yeah, right," she said, and turned back to the TV, where yet another T&A scene was unfolding.

"What?" I asked, turning to look at her. "You're not cute?"

"Compared to you? Please!" Naomi shook her head.

"What do you mean, compared to me?" I said, trying to make my voice sound hurt.

Naomi turned to look at me and held out her hands, indicating all of me.

"Oh, come on!" Naomi said. "Look at yourself. You've got so much hotness, even my mom is interested."

Well, that was news. Apparently, Naomi didn't know that I'd already banged her mom.

"Be serious," I said, rolling my eyes and shaking my head.

"I've heard the way my mom's talked about you with Remmi. She shuts up real quick when I come around, but I hear enough," Naomi said. "And then there's your--" Naomi finally caught herself and shut up. Not even the wine could completely loosen her tongue.

"My...what?" I asked slowly.

This time, Naomi turned beet red and started hemming and hawing, but I wasn't going to stop.

"My what, Naomi?" I pressed.

"Your...thing," Naomi finally managed, not looking at me as her ears turned bright red.

"What?" I asked and then grinned slyly. "Naomi, have you been spying on me?" I asked playfully.

Naomi took a moment before replying.

"It was an accident," she said with a sigh. "You and Remmi were at the gym on the weekend, and I walked in on you two...well...she had your...thing in her mouth." Naomi swallowed hard and shifted in her seat. "I left, right away, of course."

I knew what she was talking about. I also knew she didn't leave right away.

"Did that...turn you on?" I asked cautiously.

"Well...I mean, I...girls don't have...it was weird," Naomi finished lamely.

I decided to stop torturing the girl.

"Would you like to see it?" I asked and shifted slightly so she could see my already bulging shorts.

Naomi's eyes went wide when she saw it, but she couldn't stop staring.

"But," Naomi started in a small voice, her eyes still glued to my crotch. "You said Remmi would be home soon."

"We've got time," I replied and made my cock bulge slightly. "Besides, she wouldn't mind."

I reached down and touched the hem of my shorts, but didn't pull it up.

"Well?" I asked, watching her face.

She didn't say anything, she just gave a little nod.

I slowly pulled up the hem of my shorts, revealing my rock-hard cock as it throbbed against my thigh.

Naomi sucked in a breath when it came into view.

"Wow," she whispered. Then she looked up at me, a new expression on her face. "Can I...touch it?"

"Of course," I said and leaned back slightly, trying to recover from my surprise. I hadn't expected her to initiate anything.

Tentatively, Naomi reached out, and she touched me with one finger.

I was so hot and bothered by this point that her finger practically felt cold by comparison.

"It's...soft?" Naomi said as she tried to wrap her hand around my shaft, but there just wasn't enough room. "I didn't think it would be soft."

"Here," I said, and without much ado, pulled my shorts off so that I was now fully exposed from the waist down. My cock was now bobbing with every beat of my heart, staring at the ceiling. "Now feel it and tell me if you still think it's soft."

This time, Naomi didn't hesitate and boldly reached out, wrapping her fingers around me.

"It IS hard," Naomi whispered.

"See?" I said, stifling a moan as the tiny girl took hold of me.

"And it's soft," Naomi said. "At the same time."

*Weird girl,* I thought to myself, then had another thought.

"You have had sex, haven't you, Naomi?" I asked, unsure of her answer.

"Oh yeah," Naomi said, brushing the question off. "But, we didn't go slow like this. It was kinda a rush thing, you know? Didn't want to get caught."

"So, no foreplay then?" I asked.

Naomi just shook her head, her hand still gripping me.

"Well, we're not in a rush," I said. "You're more than welcome to take your time with me."

"Really?" Naomi asked, glancing at me excitedly.

"Really," I said, wondering if my pheromones were affecting Naomi. As much as I wanted to play with the girl, I considered my pheromones to be a sort of...cheating and always tried to suppress them. It just didn't feel right, most of the time.

Then the tiny girl, who'd I'd always considered to be timid, leaned over and wrapped her lips around my cock.

I gasped. I couldn't help it.

Naomi sat up quickly.

"Are you OK? Did I do something wrong?" Naomi asked.

"Oh, no. No!" I said quickly. "You just surprised me, is all."

"Oh, OK," Naomi said and went right back to sucking on the head of my cock.

Needless to say, my eyes nearly fell out of my head. I looked down on Naomi's tiny face. My cock was stretching her cheeks out comically as she tried desperately to go down on me.

"How's that? Am I doing it right?" Naomi asked, coming off my cock and looking up at me.

"Oh yeah!" I said and gave a little shiver as her hand stroked me.

Naomi grinned at me mischievously and dove back down on my cock. A moment later, she paused.

"Can I get on my knees? This angle is killing my neck," Naomi asked.

"Please!" I said and watched her practically leap off the couch and crawl between my thighs. She quickly sucked me back into her mouth as if I might try to get away.

*Holy shit!* I thought as I watched the girl going to town on me. No matter how bad her lack of technique was, her honest enthusiasm more than made up for it. I couldn't help but find myself smiling down at the girl as she happily slurped away on my dick.

I swear, if she could have, she would have been whistling while she was working.

Out of nowhere, my body started screaming its warning at me. Normally, I knew when I was getting close, not this time.

"Naomi--" but before I managed to warn her, my orgasm started.

"What--" Naomi began, pulling off my cock but still stroking it just as the first blast of cum crashed against her cheek. "Oh!" she said in surprise, my next spurt flying into her mouth.

Almost comically, her mouth snapped shut out of reflex, and my third rope landed in a thick line across the bridge of her nose.

After that, she managed to stuff me back into her mouth and swallow down the rest of my load.

I looked down on the poor girl with the soiled face and did my best not to laugh out loud.

Naomi was still sucking hard on my cock, trying to milk the last of my cum out, when I heard the door open.

Have I ever mentioned that Remmi has perfect timing?

Earlier, when I mentioned that Remmi was in class, that was true. When I said she'd be home soon, that was also true. She'd gone to class long enough to be counted and get her assignments before she rushed back here.

I did my part by making sure to leave the door unlocked for her.

So, when Remmi walked in, the scene was as follows: I was sitting on the couch, and Naomi was on her knees between my thighs, happily sucking on my cock with her face covered in cum.

To her credit, Remmi waited until she closed, AND locked the door, before reacting. She crossed her arms and started tapping her foot as she put on a cross expression.

"Oh, hey Remmi," I said calmly. "Naomi's been waiting for you."

"I can see that," Remmi said in a miffed tone.

Naomi, the poor thing, had deer-in-the-headlights syndrome. Her eyes were the size of dinner plates, and she wasn't moving. She just sat there with my cock in her mouth, staring at Remmi!

This time, I couldn't help but chuckle. The scene couldn't have been more perfect.

"And why was that 'perfect'?" A voice asked. "I really want to know what, in particular, made it perfect?"

This time, when I jumped, I couldn't go anywhere because Naomi still had me trapped in her mouth. But my mind instantly snapped back to my modern-day self.

"Tim! What the fuck?" I asked, finding his figure on the other side of the room.

"Oh?" Tim asked. "Does my voice sound male to you? I'll have to make a note of that."

"Your name's Tim, of course you're a guy!" I countered.

"Says the girl named Asher," Tim quipped.

"Then there's the whole voyeuristic thing you've got going on, you big perv!" I said, carefully trying to extract myself from Naomi's mouth and failing miserably. That girl was really stuck there!

"But back to my question, why is this perfect? To you specifically," Tim asked.

"What's your deal, Tim?" I asked. "Are you really the temple master? Or are you just some macguffin-powered pervert?"

"Wow," Tim said, and I could see what looked like his hands coming together in a slow clap. "That was nicely done. But is that what you really want to know? Is that the question that's burning in the back of your head?"

I growled, low in my throat as my anger boiled up.

Tim tsked and shook his head once again.

"Another," he said with a heavy sigh.