Org(asm) Meeting

Han Jihyo ….

“Present!” Jihan let out a surprised yelp as her Org Adviser suddenly called her name during online class.

It was really cute seeing my college girlfriend Jihan in her natural environment - actively attending her online class like the pure ball of cute, lively energy that she is. I met Jihan when I was a senior in college, and she was an eager Sophomore who just joined our student organization. As I got to know her, I learned that she was juggling 7 separate clubs, 5 with active leadership roles, with every guy at every org falling in love with her natural charisma.

I don’t know if it was my cool guy act of not swooning over her that piqued her interest but some way or another, I won her over just by being the silent “oppa”. We happened to walk toward the dorms one night when I popped in the question.

She was cutely holding some jellies in one hand and picking her favorite colored ones with the other. Somehow, she had this cute obsession about picking the pink ones first because she believed that they were the jellies who were most excited to be eaten, almost as if they were screaming “Pick me! Pick me!”.

Going back, there I was walking beside her with my two hands firmly placed inside my oversized hoodie. I glanced at Jihan beside me, bursting with admiration and joy of walking with such a sunshine of a woman. Then I gave a little cough and said “Ehem, uhm hey Jihan … would you uhmm … maybe want to go see a movie with me?”

And I swear it was as if time slowed down. Jihan suddenly stopped munching on her pink jellies, slowly looked up at me and stared at my face with those big, round, dark eyes. Her bangs parted a little as her head raised. “Really, Oppa? I would love to.”

“Okay, we’re a go for 6 pm on Saturday then” I said as cooly as I could. Then Jihan squealed, and she did a little hop, then she clung on to my arm, skipping all the way into the dormitories. From then on, we were inseparable.

I can’t help but smile as I reminisced about how Jihan and I started. She was right there beside me, cuddling my arm as her org adviser spoke. I could smell the scent of her roses in her hair, as she lazily rubbed my arms up and down. I started massaging her nape, rubbing her temples making sure she’s free. She smiled and had a little giggle as I parted her bangs and gave her a tiny kiss attack on her cheeks and forehead.

Then, as if they had lives of their own, my fingers started to trek a path on Jihan’s thighs. My fingertips glided along her legs going up to the edges of her dolphin shorts.

After a few squeezes of Jihan’s soft, firm, milky thighs, my point finger started crawling its way to Jihan’s core. Like a squiggly worm, my finger took it’s sweet time travelling up to Jihan’s heat.

Jihan started giving me stern looks, as serious as her adorable face could try to appear. But I did not relent. As soon as I could feel the soft cotton of Jihan’s panties I started giving her tiny little rubs. My fingertips did tiny little circles across her pelvis, drawing closer to Jihan’s hole every second. I knew Jihan was getting aroused when her breaths got deeper and she no longer giggled once every minute while listening to her orgmates’ conversations.

“Fuck baby, you’re wet” I whispered in Jihan’s ear as soon as I touched base with her vagina. I pressed at Jihan’s hole through her underwear, producing a faint squelch as Jihan gasped in pleasure.

At that moment, I lost control.

I removed Jihan’s headphones and started attacking her ear. I stuck my tongue into Jihan’s ear canals as if trying to suck her brains out. Then I groped Jihan’s breasts through her clothes.

“Damn, baby you are so hard to resist!” I growled. “Op-oppa not now please. I’m in a c-call. We might fuck up and leave the mic or the camera open.”

“Then let them watch me love you.”

With that statement, Jihan was in. She grabbed my hair and forced me to face her. She kissed me with the veracity matching my desire of my lovely girlfriend. Our tongues clashed in the way opposite of how demure we started our relationship.

We tore off each other’s clothes free of the care we once had, the caution that other people may see was out of mind.

I then lay Jihan’s head softly above her pillow. Remembering that despite our intense passion, she is still my delicate, precious princess.

I then started kissing Jihan softly, showing her my love and care. Our lips glided over each other in an amorous dance of pure romance. I kissed her neck with longing despite our inseparability. I removed her bra and cupped her boobs gently, like holding precious wares.

Then I went down and took her nipple into my mouth. Jihan squirmed with pleasure as I licked, and slurped, and nibbled, and softy bit her mounds and arreola.

I tugged at Jihan’s shorts as I wiggled her garments off and slid it down her legs. I peppered kisses all over Jihan’s belly and stopped at her genitals. I looked over her one more time and gave her a teasing smile before I dived straight to her slit.

I gave her one, slow, long, lick lapping her juices up. Then I went up and rubbed her clit while I continued sucking all her love nectar.

My tongue didn’t stop devouring Jihan until her toes curled up, and her legs tensed as she felt wave after wave of orgasm.

I came up to Jihan kissing her softly as she went down from her climax. She then flipped me over, and straddled my lap.

“My turn Oppa.” I smiled eagerly as Jihan went up to mount me - I chuckled internally not believing my luck to be with one Han Jihyo.

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