Club Room Pt. 01

I hate extracurriculars. I think they're a waste of time. I would rather just go home, do my backlogs, go over my flashcards, then scroll until I fall asleep. It's my first year, and I really don't want to fail. I don't see the appeal of working on things that won't contribute to my grade. I just want to finish college, start working on my corporate life and earn good money.

Jacob already knew this, so I really don't know why he keeps on asking me to come with the others to their club room. He keeps saying that I'll enjoy the community and whatnot. This time, I gave in. I'll tag along to their club, show I'm not enjoying it, then leave. That way, Jacob will stop pestering me and I'll have all my time to myself.

I went to the club room alone because Jacob had to run an errand. He said he'll meet me over there in half an hour or so. I took the elevator because the club room was in the third room of the activity center. I was tired from walking all over the campus; I didn't want to take on the stairs. I followed Jacob's directions: down the hall, left, then first door on the right. I saw the lights were on so I knocked on the door. "Come in," a girl's voice beckoned.

I opened the door and saw this really cute girl on the sofa. She was sitting on the far left side of the sofa, right beside an old-time cassette radio. I looked around to find a place I can sit. There was a table on the left side of the room, but it was filled with papers and boxes. On the right were desks but they were also full.

"You can sit beside me." The girl seemed to notice that I have been standing for quite a while.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." She gave me a soft smile.

I sat on the right side of the sofa. I took off my bag and set it in front of me. The sofa was a bit spacious; it could fit three, maybe four people if they tried. I couldn't help but to glance at the girl on my left. She was really, really pretty. Her hair fell down just before her shoulders, draping slightly over her long slanted eyes that seemed to push further into her eyeliner. She looked East Asian, but I didn't want to be racist so I didn't assume which one. She wore a fitted tank top that exposed her very full chest. She wore gray joggers, completing a really casual yet hot look. I couldn't stop looking at her, and I couldn't stop myself from getting a boner. I kept glancing at her until she glanced at my direction.

I blushed and opened my bag and got my tablet. I opened my notes app and calmed myself down. I cannot be staring at women I've just met. Well, I can't just stare at women for that matter. Anyway, I tried to focus on my notes, going over the lectures I had earlier. I also wanted Jacob to walk into the room to see me studying so he would feel guilty for bringing me here.

As I was going over my notes, I felt the cushion on my left shift. I looked over and the girl got nearer, and I could smell her perfume from this distance. She smelled like a very classy vanilla, which did not match her casual look. Her attention was not on me but on the tablet.

"Oh, you're studying Psychology?" She slid nearer.

"Yeah. How'd you know?" I asked nervously. Her being near is really making me sweat. I wonder if she saw me looking at her chest earlier. I'm screwed if she did. My college life will be over. Stupid Jacob for calling me over.

"I'm taking Psychology as well. Are you a freshie?"

"Yeah. How about you?"

"I'm a 2nd year. I remember studying those concepts. I really enjoyed it then. Now I'm taking human resource subjects. It's getting kinda boring, but I like studying it because I can apply it to the organization."

"I didn't know you could use studies in orgs. I thought orgs were distractions."

"I get where you're coming from. I was the same when I was a freshie. But after exploring college, I realized there's much more to it than just studying."

I shifted my focus back to my notes. I don't like it when people say there's much more to college than studying. But I was kind of interested in applying my lessons in real life.

"Can you tell me more about how you apply Psychology to your org work?"

"For starters, are you familiar with theories on motivation?" She asked.

"I know that people are motivated when there are rewards."

"Conditioning, that's right." She nodded. "One of the things that you will study down the line is how to motivate employees in workplace settings."

"How do you do that here in your org?" I asked, growing more curious.

"Do you want me to show you? I'll buy you lunch if I get you to go back here AND to join the HR department. We could use more members, and you can hone your Psychology skills here."

"And how would you do that?" I challenged her, growing more comfortable talking to her. She brought her face past mine and whispered into my ear.

"Like this..."

She brought her hand over my pants and started groping my boner. She rubbed my length up and down, pressing over my glans every time she stroked downward.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I grabbed her hand.

"Making you feel good," she whispered into my ear.

"B-but we just met! We're in the club room!" I panicked. While I squirmed, she kept rubbing my cock and started breathing into my ear.

"Don't tell me you don't like this. I saw you looking at my chest earlier with your raging hard-on."

I wanted to stay away but I was so turned on. She was doing nothing but whispering and rubbing my cock but I didn't want her to stop.

As she rubbed my cock upward, she went past my belt and started rubbing my stomach. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning and I heard her giggle.

She reached inside my pants and exposed my cock. It throbbed in her hands as she gripped and stroked it up and down.

"Wow, you're big," she said, smiling.

She got off the sofa and got down on her knees. She tied her hair up and started kissing the head of my cock.

"Th-that's dirty," I whimpered.

"Better," she smiled while looking at me, right before she took my dick into her mouth. Her mouth was so warm and wet, and it felt like heaven. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking on the way up and sucking harder on the way down.

I've always fantasized about having sex with Asian women. Asian blowjob videos really turn me on. But this--this was nothing like what I ever imagined. After a few minutes, my groin became a sloppy mess but she showed no signs of stopping soon.

She took my dick out of her mouth and started stroking it while looking up at me.

"Your cock tastes amazing." It was my first time getting touched by a woman, but I knew she knew what she was doing. She would stroke my dick at a steady rhythm, then she would speed up while smirking at me.

Every now and then, she would spit at my cock, stroke it faster, and take it back into her warm mouth. She would take in only half of my dick, teasing me. Whenever I would whimper, wanting more, she would respond by taking all of my dick in, way down her throat. She would blow at my groin, and her saliva would bubble at the base of my dick.

She took my dick out of her mouth, her saliva stringing from my glans to her chin. She was breathing heavily, tired from pleasuring me.

She sat beside me, alternating between my thigh and my shaft while licking my neck. After a while, she held my hand.

Do you want to feel and see my chest?"

"Y-yes," I answered. I don't care anymore if we got caught. I wanted to see her tits. I wanted to cum over her face and over her breasts.

She pulled down her top and exposed her tits. She took my hand and ran it down on her chest. I could barely hold her tits because of how full they were. I ran my hands all over them and I started feeling for her nipple. I pinched them between my hands and I heard her whimper.

"Yes, like that." She moaned and started rubbing over her sweatpants. As I explored her chest, she took my dick by her hand and stroking once more. Every time I pinched her nipple or groped her chest harder, she would grip my dick harder as well. She would spit at my dick whenever it ran dry, which really turned me on. Every time I would feel the urge to come, she would stop stroking and shake her head while smirking at me.

After a few minutes of groping her, she went back on her knees and started sucking my cock. She kept taking my cock in, enthusiastically slurping it while stroking its base. She lightly fondled my balls which brought electricity up my spine.

I could feel my toes clenching every time she would bring her lips down to the base of my dick. She said, "Don't worry, you can cum inside." She was so slutty and hot that I couldn't hold it in anymore. I grabbed her hair and started pulling her head up and down. I started thrusting slightly. I pushed my dick further down her throat with each effort.

She looked up at me and started sucking even harder. I felt my dick swelling, rising further and further up my penis. I felt my dick swelling with energy, cum slowly rising my dick until I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I'm cumming!" I pulled her face right into the base of my cock, cumming deep down her throat. She held my thighs for support, moving her tongue as my dick pumped warm liquid into her mouth.

She took my dick out her mouth and held her tongue out.

"I swallowed everything," and winked at me. She took some tissues from a nearby desk and started wiping her face.

"Better clean up before somebody sees you like this. They'll think you jacked off." She winked.

"So, I'll be seeing you around?" She took her bag and walked out the door, as if nothing ever happened. As I fixed myself up, I kept replaying the scene in my head. I can't believe she did that. I've never come so hard in my life.

A few moments later, just as I finished cleaning up, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said. I saw a familiar face enter the room.

"Hey! Aaron, how are you?"

"N-nothing much."

"Were you alone in here?"

"Yeah"

"Really? Jen said she'd be here."

"Jen?"

"Yeah, girl with this much hair," he said while pointing above his shoulders.

"Asian, wears tank tops. You really didn't see her?"

"Oh, yeah, she was here earlier but she left already."

"Did you guys talk?" He set his bag down on a chair and sat beside me on the sofa. "That's a bit damp." I coughed.

"So, who's she anyway? What does she do here?" I asked.

"She's the head of HR, said she's taking it to get better at Psychology. Jenny's 2nd year, I think." He started scrolling his phone.

We sat there for a while, Jacob not saying much. I couldn't help it anymore.

"Jacob, how do I join the HR department?"