Studious

Mr Park has run out-of-hours study sessions for six weeks now. You have been attending them every Thursday evening since they started. That is, until this week. You sit alone in a classroom on a Wednesday evening, wondering why no other students, or more importantly Mr Park, have arrived yet. The sun had begun its slow sink to the west and had already fallen behind the building visible from the window. Overcast skies block the natural light, and the artificial is yet to be activated. The posters on the wall you have read and re-read while waiting only became more challenging to read.

You pull the folded paper from your pocket and re-read it to check the details. “Mr Park’s study group. Moved to 5.30 pm on Wednesday. Mr Choi’s classroom.” It still makes little sense why the class moved and why Mr Park decided to use Mr Choi’s room. It’s much further out of the way, in a more secluded section of the campus, but most rooms are deserted at this time.

After placing the paper back in your pocket, you draw out your phone. A tap of the screen and there’s the time, 5:35 pm. “Where is everyone?” you mumble to yourself. Right on cue, the door across the room opens halfway. A young woman enters the room and closes the door quickly behind her.

“Oh great, you got my note.”

“Haewon?” You recognise the girl as soon as she enters the room. It would be impossible not to. Not only one of the most popular girls in your classes, but the prettiest. The gut feeling about this girl is that she never really fit in with the snobby, popular students who tried to befriend her. While many of her friends thought themselves too good for someone as distinctly normal as you, Haewon always took the time to be kind to you. She often spoke to you in class, when she passed you in the corridor, and she even spent some lunchtimes with you.

Even in her most casual clothes, Haewon still had that head-turning, imagination-fueling beauty. Her washed jeans hugged her hips snugly, caressing the shape of her lower body, which sways as she saunters toward you. The white porcelain skin of her bare midriff stands out in the dim room. Her light blue sweater drapes from her shoulders, covering very little of her body. An attribute shared with her tight crop top that hugs the supple mounds on her chest.

By the time you finish admiring the beauty before you, she has significantly closed the gap between you. Haewon now stands on the other side of the desk. “Yah!” she yells at you.

“Huh?” your trance is broken, and you shake your head. Hopefully, she didn’t notice that you were checking her out. When you look up at her face, however, the sultry smile shows ‌she knows exactly why you zoned out.

“I asked if you had been waiting long for me.”

“Oh, no. Not for long. I have just been here for fifteen—wait, I mean, I wasn’t waiting for you. I was waiting for Mr Park. He left a note.” You shuffle around in your pocket, trying to retrieve the note again.

“Didn’t you hear when I walked in? You got my note.”

“Your note?” you ask quizzically.

“You really thought Mr Park would communicate through handwritten notes on lockers? To be honest, I wasn’t sure you would fall it, but I’m happy you did.” Haewon perches herself on the desk in front of you. Her legs hang from the left side of the desk. Left leg over right, she crosses them. So close to you, at eye level, her legs and tight midriff—which is only tightened further as she leans her upper body back and flexes her stomach. Her hand plants behind her on the right end of the desk with your pile of books in the middle, under her arched back.

“Why did you leave me a note?”

“Because I wanted to see you alone, in private.”

“Are you looking for some help studying? I have all my books here. We can…”

She places a hand on your pile of books and then hooks her fingers under the bottom before flinging them to the floor beside the desk. “Aren’t you bored with studying? I was hoping we could do something a little more fun.”

Your tongue is tied in knots as your mind races through the possibilities of her statement. Does she want to play a game? Go on a date? Get in trouble? As if reading your mind, she answers your question bluntly, “I want to have sex with you.”

“Is this some sort of joke?” Nothing short of disbelief is all you feel. This is one of those ‘pinch-me’ moments. Any minute, you would awaken alone in a darkened classroom where you fell asleep and had dreamed this entire situation.

“You look even cuter with red cheeks.” Haewon giggles to herself as you suddenly realise how your face burns like the setting sun outside. “I always liked you; I just didn’t know how to tell you. You’ve always kept to yourself, but the year ends soon, and I don’t want to miss my chance.”

“We shouldn’t—”

“You don’t want to?”

“Yes!” Excitement gets the better of you for a moment, and Haewon laughs again. “Bu—but we’re in a classroom, I don’t think we shou—” Haewon places her forefinger on your lips.

“It’s okay. I choose this room for a reason. No one should be in this part of the campus at this hour.” With an elegant sweeping motion, Haewon’s legs rotate quarter-turn around the desk, so she faces you. Her milky midriff is at eye level, and her legs hang loosely to the side of your own. “I don’t think we should wait any longer. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

“We’re on a public campus; we shouldn’t.” Logic dictates your argument. Haewon’s innocent face appears understanding, but her actions fight your reason as she pulls off each of her shoes. You continue, “what if Mr Choi returns to his room?” Haewon nods in agreement, an expression as if considering the possibility. Still, she continues; her hands had just finished removing her socks and now slipped their way out of her loosely cropped sweater.

“What if a janitor comes to clea—” You stop mid-sentence as Haewon pulls her shirt and sports bra off together in a single motion, exposing the pale skin underneath. Rational thoughts join the books, discarded on the floor—no longer needed. Haewon’s cute breasts greet you with a perky firmness, and stiff pink nipples sit on her porcelain sculpted mounds. Angelic innocence and doe eyes only mask devilish intentions, and they reel you in until you’re ensnared by a hand gripping your shirt. Only now, under her spell and in her grasp, can you notice an impish smirk and the fire in her eyes—the devil is in the details.

“So what were you saying about not doing it here?”

You gulp. “Nothing.”

“Good.” Haewon lets go of your shirt and places her foot on the edge of the chair between your legs. The leg fully extends, pushing your chair back from the desk, opening a disappointing gulf. With her hands on the edge of the desk, Haewon elegantly slides from the desk onto her knees in front of you. Each shuffle on her knees towards you makes her body jolt and her perky tits bounce.

Once she reaches you, she places herself between your legs, and the pace of her actions quickens. With no time to waste, she is digging into your trousers with greed. Her fingers quickly find the zipper and yank it down. The button at the top pops open; maybe she tore it off. It doesn’t matter now. Haewon releases the building pressure in your crotch as she tugs your cock from the fabric prison.

Haewon holds your erect cock gently with her fingers. Her eyes fixated on the flesh in her hands. The silent waiting almost demands you to speak. “I’m sorry if it’s not—”

“Sorry? Shut up. It’s perfect.” She looks up at you and smiles. Her grip tightens slightly and starts to move up and down. “Has anyone done this for you before?”

So focused on the excitement building inside your body as she strokes you, you don’t answer. Her pace slowly builds until she rhythmically pumps your cock in her hand. “Is that a no?”

“No. I mean, yes. No, it’s not a no. Yes.” Haewon giggles, knowing how difficult she has made it for you to think straight.

“Well, what about this?” Haewon holds your cock lightly between her fingertips, with the back of her hand facing you, your tip glistening under the faint light from outside. Her face moves closer and trails a series of soft kisses on the underside of your cock. She quickly reaches the tip and slips it into her warm mouth. Haewon engages your length in a hungry kiss. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive part with adventurous enthusiasm, cleaning up the pre-cum and replacing it with a slather of saliva.

She pulls your cock from her mouth with a little pop. “Mmm, it tastes great.”

Lifting your cock, she dips her head to work on your balls. She alternates between each with a kiss. Her eyes stare up at the stiff member in her hand. “I love it so much. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.” The thought only excites you more, eliciting a twitch from your cock. “You like the thought of that, don’t you? Good. I’m going to have so much fun with this cock.”

Each kiss sees her mouth open a little more until she finally takes one ball into her mouth. The warm wet muscle in her mouth massages your balls. The lightly ticklish feeling of her textured tongue rubbing your swelling stones is partnered with her resumed stroking of your manhood. While rubbing you, she frees a finger to run it over the tip as if testing your sensitivity. You twitch in anticipation.

“I think you’re ready. Maybe even more than ready.”

Using your knees for leverage, Haewon lifts herself to her feet. She leans forward and makes out with you, not holding back her tongue, forcing it instantly between your lips. She hungrily explores you, running her tongue over every inch of your mouth. Her hands run up your body, and she rests one on your shoulder and one on your face.

She breaks the kiss and rests her face against yours, forehead to forehead and nose to nose. “You know, if we’re going to do this, you need to undress me.” She follows her words with a smile and a giggle, knowing you hadn’t done this before. “Go on, don’t be shy.”

She resumes making out with you, but your focus is now on your own hands, controlling them against the nerves. You raise your hands and reach out, finding her hips. After everything she had just done to you, finally, you get to touch her. You massage your hands over her clothed hips and ass, then work your way to her exposed, tight midriff. Her kissing becomes more aggressive, and her lips push against yours to encourage you to speed up your work. You work down from her waistline to the button of her jeans. Now, in an exciting rush, you quickly unbutton, unzip, and push off her jeans.

Haewon again assumes control of proceedings, giving you just enough agency before she guides your experience again. Her hand rests on your shoulders and pushes you against the back of the chair while she steps forward, placing one leg on either side of you. Her chest is so close to your face that you can almost bury your head against her breasts—an act you attempt. Still, her hold on your shoulders means that even when stretching your neck, her nipples are agonisingly close yet so far away.

Haewon releases one hand from your body, then reaches down and pushes her pale pink panties to the side to reveal the wet sex that now hovers just above your cock. She rests her forearms on your shoulders, her arms pushing together her perky tits as she slowly lowers her body onto you. Her wet folds take hold of you. The moist warmth envelops the head of your cock, and you can’t prevent a breathy gasp from escaping your mouth. Hungry desires to take your entire cock inside her means you have no chance to regulate the sensations. Haewon continues to slide down, your tip delving deeper into her ocean as she slowly but surely sinks to the hilt.

With her crotch pressing against you, your entire cock impaling her, she finally lets out the breath she was holding, accompanied by the words, “oh god, that’s good.”

Now begins your desperate internal fight. The firm hold of her cunt on your cock begs you to cum, but the voice in your head asserts the need to please Haewon. You couldn’t allow yourself to finish early. A task she seemed intent on making impossible. Her hips grind back on forth atop your lap. With each push forward, she ensures your cock is buried inside her, as far as you can reach. With each roll backwards, her pussy holds onto you, pulling on your cock as if desperate to draw the cum from your balls—to milk you dry.

Back and forth, her chest moves, bringing her porcelain breasts closer to your face before drawing them away again. Answering your wordless pleas to take her breasts into your mouth, she adjusts her grinding to short and sharp thrusts, allowing her breasts to rest in front of your face. You take one breast into your mouth and tease her stiff nipple with the tip of your tongue.

Her shorter, faster thrusts on top of you have become a double-edged sword; they now push you faster than before to your high. You take hold of her ass and attempt to slow her fast movements. The soft lace fabric still covers some of her plump ass cheeks. She pulls the sides of her panties, pulling the fabric between her cheeks and exposing more of her pale ass. The tits in your face, the pussy grinding your cock, and the ass in your hands all demand your release. However, you know you can’t finish yet. You can’t let her down. Haewon must be slowed. Her rhythm becomes messy as your hands demand one pace, but her hips desire another.

You have to warn her. Unwillingly you remove your mouth from her breast and say, “Haewon, I’m gonna—”

“No!” she grips you tight by the shoulders.