A naughty night

Ryan was sitting on the couch in the living room of the house he rented with three

others on the eastern edge of North Central's sprawling, urban campus. He had

originally sought a place after gaining employment in NCU's Office of Information

Technology, trying to find a house so that he could have some more space and the yard

that his previous apartment living lacked. When Ryan heard the front door creak open

he hardly stirred. He glanced at the clock on the LaserDisc player noting that it was 5:45

and assumed, correctly, that it was his roommate and fellow OIT co-worker Stan

Montgomery. What Ryan didn't assume is that Stan would have company, because Stan

never had company. Today he did. "Hiya Ryan," came a bubbly, accent-tinged, female

voice from behind him. This caused Ryan to take note, as the house he lived in was

almost always devoid of females. He turned his head rapidly and caught a glimpse of

Asha, yet another co-worker and what Ryan assumed was Stan's love interest, though

Ryan wondered if Asha felt the same way about Stan. He suspected she didn't. She

didn't. "Hey lady, how are you?"

Ryan remarked casually before turning back to watch his LaserDisc edition of Teen Wolf.

"What? I ain't good enough to be talked to?" came Stan's high pitched country accent.

Ryan, facing the television, rolled his eyes. "Hey Stan, how was work today?" "Oh you

know. The usual," was all that Stan offered. "Hmm, what's that smell? Is that your

cologne?" Asha asked, looking at Ryan. Ryan turned and looked at her. "Me?" Ryan
asked confused. Asha nodded in the affirmative. "Ah," Ryan said with a slight laugh, "no

cologne. I just got out of the shower." "You smell great," Asha said using a tone that

angered Stan. "Come on, Asha," Stan began, "let's go to my room." Asha dutifully

followed but kept her eyes on Ryan, waving a bit before she disappeared from his sight.

Ryan had never thought much about her. She was attractive, but she was also a co-

worker, and Ryan didn't have too much interaction with her. He'd always found her very

sweet and congenial, but had never thought of her in a sexual sense.

That was all about to change. Ryan continued to watch television, not paying much

attention to anything when Asha emerged from Stan's room. "Whatcha watching?" Asha

asked as she sat down next to Ryan on the couch. Ryan looked over at her, having been

so engrossed in his film that he hadn't heard her exit Stan's room. "Teen Wolf," he

replied casually. "What's it about?" "Oh you've never seen it?" Ryan asked, surprised.

"No. Is it good?" Asha wondered. "Ha, not really, but it's such a slice of mid-80's America

its hard to dislike it. So Michael J. Fox, from Back to the Future, you've seen Back to the

Future?" Ryan paused. "I think so. About the time traveling scientist and the 50's?" Asha

asked. "Close. So it's the same main guy, and he finds out that he's a werewolf," Ryan

explained. "Is it scary?" "Not at all. It's more of a teen comedy than anything else. I

heard the studio wasn't going to release it until they saw that Back to the Future had

done so well, so they put it in theaters to make money from Michael J. Fox's fame."
They sat in silence for a moment as the images danced across the screen, the Criterion

LaserDisc showing near-flawless images. "So are you and Stan...

" Ryan asked breaking the silence. "Are we what?" Asha asked, forcing Ryan to explain

himself even though she knew what he was driving at. "You know, you guys dating or

what's the deal?" Asha busted out laughing. "Uh, no." "But I bet he wishes you were,"

Ryan offered. Asha smiled and then placed a hand on Ryan's thigh before saying, "But

we aren't." The sound of Stan's door opening caused Asha to quickly remove her hand

and slide to her right, creating some distance between herself and Ryan. Ryan eyed her

curiously, a smirk coming over his face.

"Asha, what are you doing?" Stan asked incredulously. "Just chatting with Ryan,

watching Teen Wolf," she replied, her accent coming out a little thicker. "Now why in

the hell would you want to do that? Teen Wolf sucks!" Stan said with the authority of

Roger Ebert. Asha rolled her eyes. "Come on babe, let's go get something to eat," Stan

demanded.

"Don't call me babe," Asha said, jerking away from Stan as Stan went to place his arm

around her. "Ryan, you wanna come along?" she asked, irking Stan visibly. "Sure," Ryan

said, seeing an opportunity to irritate Stan further. The three of them loaded up into

Stan's car, a Buick SUV (which, is an odd choice for a guy in his early twenties but Stan

was an odd guy) and headed out for a place to eat. The conversation on the ride to the

restaurant was stilted and awkward, largely because Stan wouldn't shut up or stop
laughing at his own jokes. Anytime Asha would try to break through in the conversation

and turn from her front passenger seat to face Ryan in the back, Stan would

immediately jump in and squeak out another corny line. They arrived at the restaurant

and soon were seated. Being seated in a booth, Ryan hopped in first and Asha tried to

join him but Stan intervened, demanding that she sit with him on his side of the booth.

Asha rolled her eyes at Ryan, causing Ryan to smile, and Stan to pout. The food came

and as they were sitting there eating and talking, Stan began to drone on, as Stan does.

It wasn't long after one of Stan's diatribes that Ryan noted a curious sensation. It was

Asha who had slipped her right foot out of her flat and ran her toes under the leg of

Ryan's jeans. The sole of her foot was pressed flat against his shin and she was slowly

sliding up, raising the leg of his jeans as she did so. Ryan looked at her, a grin on his face,

but Asha was staring at Stan, acting as if everything was normal. Asha soon had lifted

her foot as high as she could on his leg, and slowly, softly, slid back down to the top of

Ryan's brown boot. Ryan was somewhat disappointed, having enjoyed the feel of Asha's

flesh against his, even if it was just her sole, but that disappointment dissipated because

it was replaced with both of Asha's feet resting on Ryan's knees. Ryan sat there for a

moment, enjoying the feeling of Asha sliding her silky soles back and forth, even if it was

over the top of his jeans.

He found his pants growing tighter and was impressed that Asha's concentration never

broke from Stan. Ryan reached down from the table to take hold of Asha's left foot. He
began to massage it quietly, his eyes never leaving Asha. Ryan could tell she was

enjoying the massage and that he was hitting all the right spots. What he didn't know is

that she was starting to get wet and wanted to know and feel more of his touch than

she could get away with in the crowded restaurant. Asha quietly slipped both feet from

Ryan and back into her flats, placing her hand gingerly on Stan's arm, quietly asking if

they could get the bill and go back to the house. Stan agreed, the touch of Asha's gentle

hand sending him into his own dizzying excitement. "Of course Asha, whatever you

want," Stan declared. "I kind of want to get back and finish Teen Wolf," she said, looking

at Ryan for the first time and winking. Ryan gave her a cocky smirk in response and Asha

melted a little more.

As they were leaving the restaurant and walking back to the car Asha stole a moment

with Ryan, simply whispering "Sit up front." Ryan didn't have a chance to ask why

because just as quickly as she had saddled up to Ryan to whisper, she had walked away.

As they got to the car, Stan once again, clueless as usual, was irritated and wanted to

know what was going on. "Asha, why aren't you sitting up front with me?" he

demanded. "I just feel like riding in the back on the way to the house. Is that alright with

you?" Asha replied, her tone causing Stan to back off. "Yeah, sure, I...I just wanted to be

certain Ryan wasn't taking your rightful place," he answered sheepishly. They loaded

into the vehicle, Stan driving, Ryan next to him up front, and Asha seated directly behind

Ryan.
As Stan put the car in drive and moved it forward, he began once more to drone. As he

got lost in whatever inane story he was telling, Ryan felt another interesting sensation.

This time, instead of a foot, it was a hand, Asha's to be specific, and it was working its

way into Ryan's right pocket. Asha had leaned forward, practically resting on the back of

Ryan's seat and had quietly slipped her hand around. She was probing, feeling for Ryan's

manhood through his jeans pocket and Ryan was getting quite aroused. Not only was

there the prospect that they would be caught by Stan but Ryan was finding that Asha's

risqué behavior and naughty antics were a turn on for him.

Asha's hand groped and felt and soon, through the fabric of Ryan's pocket, she located

enough of Ryan's cock to press on it with her fingertips. She stroked a little, giving Ryan

enough of a taste that he could no longer think of much beyond Asha and what he

wanted to do with her. They pulled into the driveway of the home and Ryan had to take

a second to let his erection fade before he felt confident enough he could exit the

vehicle. "Ryan, why are you just sitting there? Don't you want to get back in the house?"

Asha asked, mercilessly teasing him. Ryan turned around in the seat and stared at her,

Asha's response being to blow him a kiss. Ryan simply shook his head and opened the

car door, taking his sweet time to lower his legs to the ground. As the three of them

made their way into the living room, Stan wanted to ask Asha what she wanted to do

next. "I already told you, I want to finish Teen Wolf. I got into it before we went to go

eat and I wanted to see how it ends," she said. "Oh come on Asha, that movie sucks!
Can't we watch something I want to watch for once?" "What does Ryan say?" Asha

wondered, spinning to face him. Ryan shrugged his shoulders. "I could care less.

A movie is a movie to me." "Good, it's settled. We'll watch India Song in honor of Asha

being Indian," Stan declared. India Song is, well, there's no other way to put it. It's an

arthouse film of the highest order. The kind of film you watch when you're sick and My

Dinner with Andre isn't available for some reason. Stan was something of a film snob

and delighted in movies like this, though Asha and Ryan both suspected it was because

he didn't have any true hobbies or interests and this was a cloak for such lack. Stan

loaded the movie into the BluRay player and with Ryan seated on the far left end of the

couch, Stan on the far right end, Asha was left deciding who she was going to sit with. It

was either sit with Ryan, make Stan pout and possibly insufferable at work, or sit with

Stan and miss out on some dark living room fun to keep Stan happy. Thirty minutes into

the film and everyone, including Stan, was nearly asleep. Ryan really wanted to be able

to sneak off with Asha to his room once Stan was passed out but he was finding it hard

to stay awake himself. Ryan would occasionally glance over at Asha and Stan, noting

that Stan's eyelids were half closed and Asha wasn't far behind him. In order to keep her

somewhat alert, Ryan would send her a text, just a flirty nothing to cause her phone to

light up and get her attention.

She wouldn't text back, but would instead look up from her phone toward Ryan, a huge

grin on her gorgeous Indian face, the light from her phone illuminating her thick, black
waves of hair that fell effortlessly around the supple skin of her face. Eventually, luck be

praised, Stan fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Ryan took note of it and hoped to quietly

get Asha's attention. What Ryan didn't know is that Asha had been secretly waiting for

the same thing. As soon as she felt it was safe to do so, Asha very quietly got up from

her seat, making sure not to rustle Stan in the process. She crawled over to Ryan and

the first thing she did was plant a soft kiss upon his chiseled jaw. He reached out with

his hand, taking hers in his, clasping his other hand over it and returning her kiss with a

kiss of his own, right on her pretty forehead. Asha curled up, resting her head on his

shoulder as the film rolled on relentless in its pretention.

They kept their activity to a minimum for a few moments in case Stan woke up but

fortunately he didn't and soon Asha, no longer able to hold back, began to go for the

gold. Leaning up to whisper into Ryan's ear she said, "I want you." Ryan turned to face

her, smiling. "I know," he replied with the confidence of a star freighter smuggler. As

Ryan got up, Asha went to stop him. He looked at her, puzzled. "No, I want to do it

here," she said, that familiar naughty smile crossing her gorgeous mocha face. Ryan got

a flash in his eyes and nodded in agreement and the pair wasted no time in getting to

work. Asha reached down into Ryan's jeans, this time the flesh of her fingers making

contact with the flesh of his stiff cock. She gripped it as best she could while Ryan

worked diligently to unbutton and remove the fabric obstruction. He sat up long enough
to slide his jeans and boxers to his legs and Asha soon had straddled his lap, her velvet

palm gliding up and down his cock.

She leaned and they kissed deeply, their tongues connecting with one another in a

magnificent display of hot, pent up passion. Ryan ran his fingers through Asha's dark

locks while Asha ran her fingers over Ryan's rock hard manhood. Asha's mouth pulled

away from Ryan's exposing her inviting neck and Ryan took the hint. His warm, wet lips

pressed along her neck, just under her jaw and she closed her eyes and tingles of

electric sex traveled all along her body. Asha moaned quietly and Ryan gently tugged on

her hair, whispering "You'd better keep it down." Asha proceeded to climb off of Ryan's

lap and kneeled on the floor between his legs, tugging at his jeans to give her more

room to work. With his cock completely erect, Asha placed her naughty mouth at the

base of his shaft, her tongue working up and around in tiny circles designed to push

Ryan to his limits. Cupping his testicles with one hand and cradling his cock with the

other, Asha began to stroke, all the while looking up at Ryan with serenity in her eyes.

Ryan was enchanted and found it difficult to not pull her back up, rip her denim jeans

off, and shag her rotten. Asha kissed the head of his cock, her tongue skipping over the

top to lap up a bit of pre-cum.

Asha placed her hand on Ryan's stomach, feeling the ridges in his chiseled abs before

replacing her hand to stroke him in anticipation of using her mouth. She was soaking her

panties at this point, desperate to get to the action that lie ahead. Placing her lips
delicately over the head of his dick, Asha formed a seal with her lips, her tongue

continuing to lap over the top. Ryan groaned with delight as Asha's mouth connected

with his member. Asha then took her mouth and dropped all the way down Ryan's

immense shaft, taking him deep, the head of his cock tickling the back of her throat. She

held for a moment before drawing back, her tongue easily slipping across the underside

of his shaft. Ryan placed his hands on either side of Asha's gorgeous head, running his

fingers through her hair as she worked on his pole. Asha sucked, up and down, taking

Ryan deeply within her naughty little mouth, his pre-cum flowing onto her tongue with

regularity.

As she danced up and down his shaft, Ryan nestled deep into the couch, though he

would occasionally glance over at the passed-out Stan to make sure the know-it-all

wasn't about to wake up and get angry, though Ryan secretly hoped he would. Asha

enjoyed sucking on Ryan so much she began to moan herself and she removed the hand

that had been cradling his balls and thrust it into her jeans so she could begin to give

herself some much needed relief. Asha connected with her clitoris, feeling its swollen

heat crying out to her. Her fingers provided a cool touch to her hot mound and as waves

of orgasmic relaxation swept through her, Asha moaned even more. This had the effect

of turning Ryan on as he found it hot when a woman enjoyed servicing him. He couldn't

help but moan his own approval and he sat there, watching Asha as she bobbed up and
down on his member, her slipping along with a delicious rhythm that Ryan found

intoxicating.

Asha could tell that she was pushing Ryan closer and closer to the edge but didn't want

him to cum just yet. After a few more pumps of her mouth, she pulled up, smiling at

Ryan as she gripped his wet cock and stroked him to keep him hard. Asha stood,

removing her shirt, revealing her tan, gold skin, her finely toned body, and her breasts

just begging to be freed from her bra. She then unzipped her jeans, allowing them to fall

to the floor. Stepping out of them, one foot at a time, Ryan drank her in as she stood

before him. Asha reached behind her, unclasping her bra and allowing her firm, perky

breasts to spill out. Her nipples were rock hard and all Ryan wanted to do was taste

them. He reached forward, his fingers placed within the waistband of her cotton panties

and he pulled her close to him, her breasts now in his face. Asha gripped and lightly

tugged at his thick, sandy blonde hair before kissing the top of his head. They both

enjoyed holding one another in their arms, even if it was for a brief moment. Ryan set

about licking and sucking on Asha's nipples and Asha closed her eyes once more, her

breath escaping in one long, cool stream from her mouth.

Ryan squeezed and massaged, grabbing handfuls of breast with one hand, kissing and

tonguing the other. Asha began to reach for her clitoris once more but Ryan wouldn't let

her, he wanted the tension to build and so he delicately grasped her wrist. She found

the move enticing and was more than happy to let him guide this aspect of the
interaction. Ryan held a grip on both of Asha's wrists and she simply stood before him,

allowing his wet tongue to lick her up and down. Asha reached for Ryan's engorged

manhood once more, wanting to at least provide him the same level pleasure that he

was giving to her. He allowed this much movement out of her. The buildup of tension

was becoming too much for Asha and she wanted Ryan deep inside of her. She leaned

in, getting right next to his ear and whispered "I want your cock right here, right now."

Ryan pulled away from her breasts and looked up at her bright brown eyes. Asha

nodded yes to further push the idea that this was indeed what she desired. Ryan smiled

and soon, Asha had slipped her panties down her tight, long legs and they were resting

on the floor, along with the rest of her clothes. Ryan leaned back and Asha straddled

Ryan's lap once more, positioning herself over the top of his rigid cock before slowly

lowering herself, her lips being parted by the tip of his penis. She eased down onto him

and Ryan began to rock his hips back and forth as he slid in and out of Asha with a

rhythm that both delighted and excited her. Asha threw herself into it as well, leaning

into Ryan's shoulder, kissing his cheek, jaw, and neck passionately.

Soon, their bodies were both covered in a light sheen of sweat as they humped as

quietly as possible so as not to awaken the slumbering idiot at the end of the couch.

Ryan was rocking Asha back and forth on his cock, bouncing her up and down,

plundering her depths with the skill of a man who had bedded a thousand lovers. Asha's

natural slickness was aiding the process along and she thoroughly loved the fact that
this hunky co-worker of hers with his crystal blue eyes was deep inside of her, pounding

away at her Punjabi pussy. Asha forgot where she was and began to cry out, causing

Ryan to clasp a hand over her mouth to keep her from arousing Stan. Stan moved a little

but only to change his sleeping position briefly. Asha, in order to keep herself from

making any more noise began to suck on Ryan's fingers with the same passion that she

had used whilst sucking upon his cock.

Asha could feel the tension from Ryan pleasuring her and it was beginning to swell past

the point of her control. Thus far she felt she had done a pretty decent job of keeping a

lid on her vocalizations but she wasn't sure how much longer she could last, even if her

mouth was being occupied with something. As the tension began to slowly start to

crest, Asha's muscles, starting with her core and flooding out, began to tense and strain

and Ryan too was pulsing once more, a sure sign he was about to cum with great

intensity. And then it happened. Like thunder peeling across the Oklahoma plain, Asha

saw a white lightning flash, followed by every single cell in her body simultaneously

coming alive with power. Asha yelled out and Ryan began to spurt hot load after hot

load deep into her wet, tight pussy.

They both pumped with great vigor, Asha now bouncing along, her breasts swaying,

Ryan underneath her thrusting up. Soon, their mutual climax slowed to an eventual halt

and they sat there, silent, their hearts pounding in sync from the exercise they had both

engaged in. Asha grabbed Ryan's handsome face and held it to hers, their lips
connecting once more, Ryan still deep inside her. She stood, getting off of Ryan and got

nominally dressed, just in case Stan woke up. They sat there on the end of the couch,

the final credits of the art house disaster rolling. "If Stan wakes up and I ask him if I can

come back tomorrow night, do you think he'd let me?" Asha asked. "Yeah, I think he'd

be more than agreeable to that. We'll make sure to let him pick the movie again. Can't

go wrong with a Stan movie in a dark living room," Ryan replied. Asha smiled, leaning in

and giving him one more kiss on the cheek.

Müller, Klaus. A Naughty Night (Campus Connect Book 40) (Kindle Locations 4-217).

Deutsche Demokratische Republik Herausgeber. Kindle Edition.