Jade: the Attention Deficit

Vic

There he stood, in front of Hitch 169 (nice), on the first floor (for accessibility reasons). His first day of volunteering.

Vic felt a little nervous, but excited. Not only was he making a major career milestone, but he was meeting his new roommates for the year and wanted to make a good first impression. He'd put on nicer clothes than he usually wore, but nothing too fancy to wear to class. He wanted to seem professional, but still more like a peer than a university employee; health conscious, but not a boring narc.

Even though the housing office had already given him room access via his student ID, Vic thought it would be best to just knock and wait for someone to answer rather than just intrude on a flat with two girls.

“Who is it?” asked a feminine voice behind the door.

“Victor Li, your new CAE assistant and roommate.” he said, casually, as if he hadn't rehearsed it.

“HEY TATIANA, HE'S HERE!” shouted the voice behind the door.

Vic heard the sound of locks being undone, and then the door swung open to reveal a surprisingly gorgeous Asian girl leaning back against the frame, arms crossed under her breasts.

Well, she’s clearly not overweight, so she must be the student with ADHD, and the oral fixation. He tried not to think about her and the other kind of oral.

“Nice to meet you!” He held out his hand to shake hers, but she didn't return the gesture. She just kept blocking the entrance in that stereotypical cool girl pose, eyeing him up and down for a good moment like she was inspecting an amazon package for damages.

This was getting awkward, and her outfit was not helping the situation.

All she had on was a tank top, and panties. Nary a bra, nor pasties. Vic knew better than to let it show on his face, but he did not expect to be met with all that on display literally right out of the gate. It also didn't help that she was absolutely his type.

She looked about five-foot-five, hips a bit wider than her shoulders—slender but not too skinny—good medium-sized breasts. Her long black hair was tied back into a ponytail, and she wore dark mascara and eyeliner. All together, she seemed like the standard West Coast ABG (Asian Baby-Girl). Vic was very susceptible to that look, and he knew it. He'd already dated several girls who could have fit right into her clothes and borrowed her makeup without any adjustments.

He took all this in a quick glance, being careful not to leer. Yet it seemed she didn’t care to return the courtesy, as her eyes shamelessly wandered all over his body.

Wait, is she checking me out? He quickly dismissed the idea, chalking that up to unprofessional, wishful thinking. Just because she’s underdressed does not mean she’s trying to fuck you! This is supposed to be her home, she’s probably just comfortable like this.

Finally her eyes deigned to meet his, as if to say ‘you’ll do’ and she shook his hand. “Jade He. I know it's spelled Ho, but it's pronounced He.”

A million jokes flashed through his head, but he knew better than to give voice to any. Her name was clearly a sore spot, and she seemed in no mood to joke around.

“I’m familiar, it’s a Chinese name, right?”

That actually got Jade to raise her eyebrows. “Yeah. Wait, how'd you know that?”

Now it was Vic’s turn to surprise her. “I'm actually half Chinese, on my dad's side.” He could tell that really caught her off guard. Vic was very mixed, so people didn't really know what he was supposed to be, but the most common guess was some kind of Spanish speaker. Revealing his shared heritage had a predictably disarming effect on his fellow Chinese people, as it seemed to do with Jade. “Cantonese specifically, my dad is from Hong Kong, you?”

“Wow, never would have guessed that. Oh, yeah, my family's from Taiwan, and before that, Fujian. You know, you don't really look Chinese…”

“I get that a lot.” Vic had experienced countless variations of this conversation since he’d enrolled here. It was as if he’d mastered a time loop; he could have this conversation in his sleep, and in English, French, Arabic, Chinese, and even a little Spanish. “My mom was half Tunisian, half French. I’m mixed enough that it tends to confuse people.”

“Interesting. Not your average wasian, how exotic.” That seemed disarming enough for Jade to finally beckon him inside. Vic was glad to oblige, and more than willing to ignore being called “exotic” for the third time in a week.

As soon as he'd stepped inside, Jade shut the door and wasted no time locking up behind him.

Victor took a look around the place. He had been in Hitch before, so the layout wasn’t confusing. He’d basically seen this same undecorated room many times with slight variations. Though, none of those rooms had handrails installed on the hallway leading into the bathroom.

“You know what, I think I had my first ever drink like ten doors over, during my freshman orientation.”

“Fascinating stuff,” she said indifferently, “why don’t we talk in my room?” Jade didn’t wait for his assent; she just grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the door on the far right.

Vic didn’t resist. He was not really in the habit of shaking off attractive women when they touched him, or stopping them from moving him to a secondary location, but then he remembered why he was here. “Wait, what about your roommate? Shouldn’t I meet her too? I don’t even have her name yet.”

Jade’s lips curled into a slight smirk. “Her name is Tatiana, she’s very shy, not used to speaking up for herself. We already talked it out and she preferred that I meet you first and we hashed out this whole CAE thing. If I give you the all-clear, then you’ll talk with her one-on-one, and if she likes you, then the three of us will discuss the house rules, and then we can sign that roommate agreement. That all cool with you?”

He had planned on meeting them both together before talking one-on-one about their individual needs, but it wasn’t a huge deal. “If the two of you already talked this through and decided one-on-ones were more comfortable, then that’s fine by me.”

“Then c’mon in, Mr. Li!” She pulled him in and shut the door.

“You can just call me Vic.” He noted that she didn't bother locking this time. Guess she isn’t worried about her less-than-mobile roommate barging in.

Compared to any other college girl, Jade’s room was not atypical. Standard twin bed, a desk, a mirror, a makeup kit, a laptop, two open suitcases next to her dresser, and some dirty clothes tossed haphazardly in the general direction of her hamper. As for personal touches, she had some of those glow-in-the-dark stars stuck here and there; a poster for some K-Pop group Vic thought went out of style in middle school; a periodic table; a calendar for the current year of the tiger, but with nothing written on it, and none of the dates crossed out, and not much else. There was definitely a chaotic energy about her, but nothing he hadn’t seen before.

Executive dysfunction. Guess that’s something I can definitely help her manage. It was still dead week, so depending on when she moved in, it may or may not be that concerning that she hadn’t finished unpacking. I should offer to help her unpack, finish decorating. Maybe once we’re done talking things through.

“Well, Vic, consider this your first interview.” She sat down on the edge of her unmade bed and patted the spot to her right. Not wanting to be rude, Vic decided to accept her invitation, and sat down next to her, instead of using her desk chair. “Tell me a little about yourself. Why’d you volunteer for this?” she asked.

“I’m volunteering because I want to help people that need a little extra attention, and it just so happens that the only way to get better at helping people is through practice.”

“You do a lot of volunteering then?”

“Honestly, probably not any more than most, but I’ve done my share. Also, this is a lot less boring than working at Ronald Reagan Medical. Last quarter I ended up just folding towels for hours and hours on half my shifts, never learned a thing.” He left out the part about the free university housing, and that he needed volunteer clinical hours to apply to med school anyway.

“Shit, that does sound pretty lame. Oh, almost forgot to ask, are you straight?”

Hell of a thing to be asked when you're sitting on a pretty girl's bed. “Well, yes, I’m straight, but I can assure you that I won't be a problem. I’m just here to help out however you or Tatiana need me. I swear, there will be nothing sexual or improper while I’m here.”

She started lightly chewing on one finger, as if she didn’t believe Vic, or just didn’t know what to say for a moment.

“So, I’m guessing they didn't tell you very much about my condition?” Jade had gone from mildly warm back to mildly standoffish, but Vic was determined to get on friendly terms and didn't let that discourage him.

“They told me you might need some help managing your ADHD, your oral fixation, and to come with you to privately proctored exams. Is there anything else you need to explain?”

“You already signed off right on all that HIPAA shit, right? Meaning you can't tell anyone my secrets, or I get to sue your ass, yeah?”

“That’s correct. I take my job very seriously. If you entrust me with any kind of sensitive medical or psychological information, it will not reach anyone else. Legally, I couldn’t even say anything to your doctors or counselors without your explicit permission, and I’m only obligated to report something if your life is in immediate jeopardy, or if I have reason to suspect that you may try to harm yourself or others.”

“So, you legally can’t say anything to anyone, unless I’m going to commit suicide, or **** someone?”

“Or commit a ****-suicide, if you’re feeling ambitious.” He laughed, but she didn’t join in.

Apparently that wasn’t enough to satisfy Jade. She pulled up her phone and aimed the camera at him.

“Sorry, but I need that on the record. Now, say your full name for the and raise your hand.”

Vic shrugged and raised his hand. “Okay, if it’ll make you feel better. My name is Victor Li.”

“Repeat after me: I, Victor Li, a medical practitioner, swear to Jade Ho that I will not reveal any details of her mental health condition, or any other private information.”

Vic dutifully repeated the oath.

“Now, Jade, will you tell me what the issue is, so that I can really help you?” He was still curious about Valerie’s odd reaction to the hidden details of Jade’s file. “Does this have something to do with your oral fixation?”

Jade smiled at that, but it seemed a tense, and somewhat nervous smile.

“That's putting it mildly. Therapist said I'm fucked in the head, not in so many words, but I could read between the lines. My old therapist, anyway, old fucking prude bitch. My parents won't talk about these things; they don't get mental health, and they never talk about it. Never gave me ‘the talk,’ you know? Classic Chinese parents, right?”

In truth, Victor’s parents were both very sex positive. If anything, his dad had given him way too many “talks,” covering all the basic advice about using protection, but also very specific and odd bits of information, like “Never take a girl’s virginity, so she doesn’t become too attached.” But he knew the stereotypes, and some of his extended family certainly fit into the same mold as Jade’s parents.

“Yeah. Never tell you what you should do, but they’re sure to tell you when you’ve disappointed them. And I’m guessing they also don’t believe ADHD is real, or let you get medicated.” Vic wasn't sure what ‘the talk’ had to do with her mental health, but that seemed very important to her, and he wanted her to feel comfortable opening up to him.

“Damn, you really are a halfie. Wasn’t sure you’d get it, like, you don’t seem super white like most wasians.”

Maybe not the most racially sensitive comment she could have made, but Vic had ignored much worse.

Jade seemed to be getting more and more anxious, evidenced by her chewing one nail. Eventually she got back on topic.

“You know that show ‘My Strange Addiction’?” asked Jade.

Vic nodded. He didn't really watch reality TV, but he'd seen the memes and clips people have shared, like with that lady who kept eating paper, or that other woman who was addicted to plastic surgery. Once again, he thought back to that phone call with Valerie; she was cagey, but Vic got the impression that Jade had a history of putting dangerous objects in her mouth, maybe something like pica. He really wanted to know what she was leading up to, but this was clearly a very difficult subject for her to open up about, so he let her get to it at her own pace.

And pace she did, back and forth in front of her bed, like a circus tiger in a cramped cage. Another classic ADHD symptom. Already she had that finger back between her lips as she considered what to say next. That’s when he realized Jade wasn’t chewing her nails, she was sucking on her fingertip, like a child.

Jade followed his gaze back to her mouth, then self consciously yanked her finger out of her mouth and swore. “Fuck! That's just what I was talking about! I'm trying to say I like to… suck on things.”

“It’s alright, oral fixations are very common. Actually, you wouldn’t be the first roommate I had like that.” His last roommate, Matt, was a smoker, and also liked to chew on those disposable plastic toothpick-floss-things. Left the masticated remains lying all over the apartment. That was gross, a cute girl sucking on her thumb wasn't really an issue, as far as he was concerned.

“No, no no, you’re not getting it. I need to suck on things. Specific things. It's the only way I can focus, get a handle on my ADHD, my anxiety.”

“I think I do get you, Jade. Everyone has their own ways of managing their symptoms. I understand you may have been judged for your learning disabilities, and your coping strategies in the past, but I'm not going to do that. You don't have to feel ashamed for being who you are, not with me.”

“Heard that one before,” she mumbled.

“Look, I'm not in this line of work because I'm a perfectly normal human being who has never had problems, or been called weird at school, or even by my family, all right? I actually have ADHD myself, and I might be autistic—not sure, need to get checked for that one—but, yeah. I can teach you some other coping strategies, talk about medication, help you stay on task when you need to. Honestly, Jade, I just want to help. If you ever need my help, don’t hesitate to ask.”

She stopped pacing and eyed him for a while before she moved to stand in front of him,

“Honesty then. Do you think I look hot in this?”

“What?” Did she just ask if…

“Are you,” she pointed to him, “attracted,” she pointed back to herself, “to me?” asked Jade.

Yes! Absolutely! One-hundred percent! But he knew what a disgustingly unprofessional response that would have been. “That's a very inappropriate question, Jade.”

“You have to answer.” She put her hands on her hips and cocked them to her right. The motion lifted her tank top, exposing her taut abs. Thank you, Chinese body-shaming standards… “It's important for my care. I’ll go first, I think you’re very handsome, in a dork-who-works-out kind of way.”

“Well, thanks for that, but I don’t see how that’s important to your care.”

“It’s important that we’re both mutually attracted to each other.”

What? “And why’s that?”

“Well… where to start… So, there’s only certain things that I like to suck on that can help me focus, that can really help alleviate the stress and the anxiety. Used to be my thumb, but my parents tried to put a stop to that. It didn't take, but the braces and the headgear at least stopped me from fucking up my front teeth.”

She grinned to show off her perfect smile, one any orthodontist would have proudly displayed on their waiting-room walls.

“I’d suck my fingers, bite my lips, but for some reason lollipops, gum, toothpicks, cigs, random shit like that never really did it for me, I could never get the edge off with that shit. Cold, lifeless things in my mouth just don’t relax me enough.”

She sat back down next to him, “It wasn’t until Junior year of high school that I figured out how to really control my symptoms, and lucky me, or I’d never have gotten my grades and test scores high enough to get into UCLA. Can you guess what that was, Vic?”

Vic was completely lost until he felt her hand slide up his inner thigh. No fucking way. He was too shocked to say anything or move her hand away.

“Dick, cock, wang, schlong, johnson, penis, penis, penis! I really, really, REALLY like giving blowjobs. It's the only thing that can help me control my symptoms.” Her hand crept closer and closer to his crotch. “Now, do you understand? Still not going to judge me?”

Wow…

At least one part of him was starting to understand. Her touch, and the simple mention of the word dick, had caused Vic’s to harden rapidly. The rest of him was really freaking out about everything she’d just revealed, but was also too shocked, too curious, and way too horny to do anything but sit there like a deer in headlights.

Jade felt his boner and grinned deviously.

“Seem’s Mr. Wang here understands what I need.” She graduated from rubbing his inner thigh to directly rubbing his bulge. Her beautiful, smokey eyes locked on his, and she batted her long lashes. “Mine is a very serious condition, Vic. CAE has it all on file, you can check with them if you want, I can call them to give you permission. I know my rights, this is all part of the school’s legally mandated ADA compliance. I can give you my permission to read it if you want, but only if you agree to be my… caretaker.”

Vic was unbelievably horny now, but had gathered enough of his wits to say something. “How-” her hand squeezed his dick cutting him off, “-um, why not just get a boyfriend, or a fuckbuddy?”

She continued rubbing away at his hardening cock. “I need someone who I can depend on. Someone who I can count on to stay clean. Someone who will be there when I wake up, and when I get back from class. Someone who won’t get emotionally needy and try to control me. Someone who legally can’t tell anyone at this school that I’m a cock-sucking slut, and fuck up my reputation.” She snaked her hand under his shorts, touching him just outside his underwear. “And I choose you, stud. All I need from you is your presence, and your discretion… but mostly your dick, whenever, and wherever I want it, free for my use.”

She squeezed him again for emphasis.

“Can,” squeeze “you,” squeeze, “give,” squeeze “me,” squeeze “that,” squeeze, “Victor?”

This might have been the most wanton, seductive display of feminine desire Vic had ever seen. His brain lost too much blood for him to think clearly, and it was all he could do to nod his consent.

“Perfect! Then consider this your final test. Lay back” She pushed on his chest until Vic leaned back, propping himself up with his elbows. She knelt down between his spread legs and started to pull down the zipper on his shorts. “In the future, maybe stick to elastic gym shorts around here. Easier access that way.”

Jesus, girl.

Her hand snaked beneath his underwear, closed on his rock hard dick, and pulled him out.

She inspected it thoroughly, feeling around the base and the shaft, swinging it around, looking at it from every angle, not a hint of coyness. “Very good size. Certainly not small, a bit above average, but not too big to manage. Trimmed pubes. You must be very popular with the ladies, only dudes that get laid do any manscaping.”

He’d had girls really check out his dick before, but Jade was giving her full unboxing-review. Geez, she’s seriously motor-mouthing. Definitely ADHD. Vic was surprised to find that despite the impending blowjob, he was still analyzing her behavior, checking for symptoms, and finding plenty.

She pumped it up and down, drawing up a dollop of precum that quickly lubricated the top half of his shaft.

“Ooooohhh. Uncircumcised too, my favorite. Guess you’re not really religious either, huh? That’s good.”

Before Vic could reply, she took him into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned.

Jade didn’t seem to care about testing the waters, she wanted to dive into the deep end. From the moment her plush lips sealed around his length began to work him good. He watched as her cheeks hollowed in and out as she sucked with effort, really putting her lungs to use. She purred, hummed, and moaned around him, like she’d just tasted her favorite ice cream flavor, sending soothing vibrations down his shaft. All the while, her tongue explored every fold, licked every vein. She was like a cartographer, mapping out the new frontier of his penis.

Since freshman year (when he’d started getting laid), Vic had gotten head from a decent number of women, and found their talents, techniques, and enthusiasm for oral sex quite varied. His first blowjob had been rushed, sloppy, and mostly just licking to warm him up for regular sex, like it was a chore to get through. His longest-term friend-with-benefits would blow him enthusiastically, but her mouth tired out quickly, and she never quite applied the right amount of suction to get him to finish.

Vic couldn’t find a single fault in Jade’s technique; excellent tongue use, varying motions, perfect suction, perfect wetness, sexy sounds that vibrated up his shaft, and not a hint of teeth. There wasn’t a damn thing he would have changed about her methods.

She really wasn’t lying. There’s no way she could have gotten this good at blowjobs without practice. A lot of practice.

The obvious delight Jade took in blowing him only made the whole thing even hotter than he could have imagined. It was a level of enthusiasm that couldn’t be faked by even the most accomplished pornstars. She went down on him like she was thirsty for him, like she was deficient in some essential vitamin that could only be found in his balls.

Probably the last thing Vic expected was for Jade to plop her phone down on his right leg. He stared back down at her, confused, until she rolled her eyes and nodded toward the phone, never ceasing her suckling motions nor breaking eye contact.

Fuck, it’s so hot when they look you in the eyes. He watched as she pulled back his foreskin and started licking around his sensitive frenulum, all the while batting her eyelashes up at him. Vic couldn’t stop the satisfied groan from leaving his throat.

Eventually, he remembered the phone, and saw it was opened on an empty contact card. Jeez, we’re really doing everything out of order here. Usually phone numbers are exchanged before, or even after a blowjob, not right in the middle.

He quickly entered his contact info and passed it back to her.

Jade took that moment to reposition herself. She stopped pumping with her hands, but her lips never released him. Without interrupting her cock-sucking, she just propped up her phone on his abs, and started typing away.

He felt his own phone vibrate in his pocket, but he ignored it. Whoever it was could wait, he wanted to enjoy Jade’s slow languid tongue bath. Then his phone vibrated again, and again, and again.

Fuckin hell! What is so fucking important!

Vic pulled his phone out and saw several unread texts from an unknown number. He was about to silence it and throw it out of reach until he accidentally read one of them.

Unknown Number: Heyyyy youuuu
Unknown Number: Hey!
Unknown Number: Hey man meat!
Unknown Number: !!!!!
Unknown Number: Answer me!
Unknown Number: I’m going to keep doing this until you pick up
Unknown Number: !!!!!
Unknown Number: Don’t be fucking rude

He looked away from his phone to the girl currently sucking out his soul, and saw her glaring up at him. Finally, he understood.

Ooooooh… that was her. Apparently Jade would rather text him than take her mouth off his cock for even a moment. Why is that so fucking hot? “My bad,” he apologized to the texting fellatrix, and added her to his contacts.

His phone vibrated again.

Jade Ho: There we are
Jade Ho: Enjoying yourself?

He looked back down at her, and she winked up at him.

“Definitely not how I saw this day going, but I can’t complain.”

Jade Ho: That makes two of us. ;)
Jade Ho: Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer

“Really?”

Jade Ho: No! Didn’t we just talk about privacy?

“I swear, I wouldn’t do anything like that without your permission.”

Jade Ho: Mhm
Jade Ho: Heard that one before
Jade Ho: Show me ur phone
Jade Ho: I wanna see what you chose for my contact name

This was a really awkward way to have a conversation, constantly looking between the pretty girl working his cock like it owed her money, and his fucking cell phone. But that was a small price to pay for a fantastic blowjob. He held his phone upright where she could see it, right in front of his cock.

Jade Ho: Wow, what a gentleman
Jade Ho: Using my full name and not something like “cockgobbler” or “blowjob queen”
Jade Ho: Or just

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