Sinful of Asha

Chapter 2: Coffee & a Movie

The next day after my shift had ended, I called Asha up at work so that we could walk together. I took her to Barkes & Noble, a bookstore with its own coffee bar. Once inside, we stepped up to the bar and I asked her what she'd like - that it was "My treat." "Well, since you're paying, I'll have your most expensive drink!" I shot her an unamused look, which got a chuckle out of her. "Just kidding! I'll have something tall, dark and hot - just like my me-eheh." "Heheh. That sounds good, actually ...Er, the coffee, not the men."

After ordering our drinks, we sat down at a small table for some small talk. "Come here often?," I asked jokingly. "Not really," she replied, peering over at the shelves, "although I do like to pour over their manga section." That perked my ears up, figuratively speaking. "Manga you say? What kind?" "Lately, I've been reading anything I can find by Jitou, that horror author. Her stories are so bizarre and creepy." "Damn. You sound like a girl after my own heart. Hey, do you care for scary movies?" "Of course!," she stated matter-of-factly. "Well, if you'll forgive the cliche," I continued, "want to see one after this? There's a theater nearby and they're playing some of the older cult classics." "Dude, that sounds awesome!" Just then I heard my name being called by the barman.

So, I paid for our drinks and promptly brought them back to our table. I held mine close to my face, letting it fog up my glasses. Guess she noticed. "Haha. Hey, do glasses work the same for reptiles? I mean, you've got those cool slit eyes; They kinda make you look like a monster or demon. Lucky for you, I like those things." "Uh, I guess they do," I replied, adjusting them, Speaking of which, do you know why certain species have slit eyes?" "Nope." "Well, they're usually an indication of a nocturnal lifestyle - those who are active during nighttime. Round eyes like yours indicate a diurnal or daytime lifestyle." "So then, given your 'nocturnal' eyes, I'd guess you're a real night owl, huh?" "Actually, no. I have a daytime job, so I've had to adapt." "Oh, where is it you work?" "At Pet Sounds, a record shop." "No kidding? I didn't know there was one so close by. I should come by and browse sometime."

"What kind of music do you like anyway?" "Oh, you know... boy bands, show tunes." "...Oh." "Just kidding! Truthfully, I like punk, metal, techno, a little bit of everything. But generally, the weirder the better." "Again, you're a girl after my own heart. Hey, where is it you work?" "At the gym. Can you tell?" Asha curled up one of her arms and flexed her bicep. "Sure can." From a distance, Asha was a tall, lithe figure with a build resembling a model but the more bare fur she showed, the more obvious it was that she was hitting the weights regularly. "What about you?," she asked. "Not lately, I'm afraid. No excuse, either." "Really? You don't look like you've missed any exercise." "Thanks. Hey, maybe I have a reason to return now."

We continued chatting for a while, exchanging jokes, trying to make each other laugh and spew out our coffee. Fortunately, that didn't happen. As I neared the bottom of the cup, I felt someone's leg slide up against mine. Damn, was this girl already into me? I hadn't even tried my usual routine on her. With one last gulp, I finished the warm, savory drink. "Ah. Ready for that movie?"

...

Once in the cinema, I bought our tickets. We decided to just skip the snacks and went straight to the theater which, apart from us, was empty that night. We sat together, of course. The movie was a cult slasher flick from decades ago and was about a masked killer who stalked a group of impossibly dumb teenagers. One-by-one, he isolated them and picked them off in increasingly grisly ways. The terrible acting and unconvincing effects made it unintentionally hilarious though, so we ended up laughing and riffing on it all the way through.

After a while, I pulled that old cliche of pretending to yawn and lowered my arm around one of her shoulders. As minutes passed, we each became more forward and physical; She'd clutch my hand, I'd rub her thigh, she'd slip a hand under my shirt, that sort of thing.

By the time the film was over and the credits started rolling, I had leaned back and kicked up my feet, and Asha was using my chest as a pillow. The gazelle sighed wistfully. "You know, I like you a lot already, big guy." Asha sank bank into her seat, seeming somewhat despondent. "Gods, what's happening to me?" "Nothing bad, I assure you," I replied, "I like you too, Asha." For a moment, we just gazed into each other's eyes and, as if we were of one mind, we leaned closer and kissed. For a moment, it was heavenly just to feel those soft, warm lips against my scaly muzzle, and to caress her silky cheek. Right then, I was so tempted to just slip my tongue inside or bury my muzzle in that graceful neck of hers, but it was neither the time nor the place.

As if right on cue, the voice of a theater attendant interrupted us. "Alright, kids, show's over. Sorry to break up your fun, but another movie's startin', so if you wanna stick around, you'll need to pay." Oops. Guess we'd lost track of time as indeed, the film's opening scene was already playing again. "Alright, we're going," I assured the worker. To my surprise (and delight), Asha immediately clasped my hand and it stayed that way as we headed out of the cinema.

Once outside, I offered to walk her home, so that "I can stalk you, bwahaha." But seriously, I wasn't about to let her get lost again or snatched away - not when things were going so well. Anyway, we walked back to her apartment hand-in-hand, which garnered a few looks of confusion or disgust. Either Asha didn't notice or she simply didn't care. When we arrived at her door, she gave me an enthusiastic hug - surprisingly tight, given her stature. Then again, those arms betrayed the fact that she worked out regularly.

"Well, I don't know about you," she began, "but I had a great time tonight." "So did I, Asha. Wanna do it again sometime?" "Hell yes! In fact...," she added, pausing to giggle, "In fact, I get off work early tomorrow, so maybe I can come visit you at work." Lowering her voice, she brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Maybe then I can really get off, hrmhm." *Sproing!* "But anyway," she stepped back, "I should get some sleep. Good night, Zaeryn." "Oh, no," I interjected, "you're not getting away without one of these..." Taking her into my arms, I dipped her back and gave her another kiss. This time, I slipped my forked tongue between her lips, making her whimper as she instantly melted in my grasp. I rubbed mine against hers briefly before pulling away, giving her just a brief taste. Afterwards, she was momentarily stunned, then seemed annoyed with me. "Gods, you tease... You know, if I could have a boner, I'd have one right now. Think about that, huh?" That made me chuckle. "Anyway," she added, "I'll see you tomorrow." "Wouldn't miss it for the world."