Maya POV.

I quickly stepped away from the door.

Hoping that he didn't see me, I quietly tiptoed back to the room.

Once I was in, I locked the door behind me. The fear of being caught made my heart hammer in my chest.

Taking off my wet pajamas, I crawled into bed next to my sleeping friend and pulled the sheets all the way to my head.

Closing my eyes, I went back to sleep.

*******

1:45 p.m.

The Next Day.

I sat in class listening to the teacher in front of the class.

I could see him but I couldn't hear him.

My eyes were droopy with lack of sleep because I had tossed and turned all through the night, unable to sleep.

My head kept replaying the hot sex I stumbled upon last night.

Even now, no matter how hard I tried to focus on what my teacher was saying, my mind kept going back to what I saw.

His broad shoulders, the hairs on his chest, the way he pinned her as he pounded into her....

I shook my head, trying to clear the mental picture that arose, unbidden.

I took out my pen to jot down some points, to help my concentration. I had only written two words when the scene popped into my head again.

Her cries of pleasure....

Something brushed my leg and I jumped out of my reverie.

I looked down and saw John's hands on my lap.

Unknown to me, my skirt had ridden up from my knees and a great deal of my skin was exposed.

John's seat was close to mine, so the naughty boy had touched me when he saw my creamy white thighs.

My eyes lifted up and met his, as I tried to understand what he wanted. 

Was it just some silly joke, or was he making real advances at me?

He winked at me, then his hands gently rubbed up and down my legs.

Oh, he was flirting with me.

Taking the hint, I spread my legs, giving him access between them.

His eyes slightly widened at my invitation, and he obliged, working his palm up and down my thighs. 

After a few minutes, he delved between my legs. When I didn't stop him, his fingers slipped into my panties.

John was a good-looking boy and very popular among the ladies. A lot of girls in my class had slept with him and confessed that he was good in bed.

In the past, he'd tried hitting on me a couple of times, but I always turned him down.

At the time I wasn't ready to give up my virginity, but now, I was more than prepared.

So, when his fingers started moving in slow circles, I opened my legs wider, giving him even better access.

We were on the last row, at the tail end of the class, so it was hard for others to pick up on what was going on between us.

Monalisa, my best friend, was sleeping on her desk, next to mine, on the other side. She had no idea that I was being fingered by John, one of the hottest boys in our class.

As for our teacher, he couldn't care less if we paid attention in his class. His classes were always boring, causing half the students to doze off. Yet he continued talking and engaging those who bothered to listen.

He usually told us that it was our loss, not his, because at the end of the month, he'll get paid his salary, and our parents will be the ones crying to the bank at the beginning of each term.

As a good student, I always tried to be attentive in class, but today was an exception.

My mind was scrambled due to the aftermath of last night's spying episode.

Once again, the picture of Mr. Jonah, naked and glistening with sweat slipped into my head. 

Closing my eyes, imagined it was me being fucked instead of Ms. Larisa.

That John's finger was his dick and he was thrusting into me. 

At the thought, I grew wet.

That must have excited John, because he increased his pace, going faster.

I felt a pressure build in my core and I knew it was my orgasm coming. 

My toes curled and I felt my body grow tight, anticipating my release...

At that moment, the bell for school over rang and everyone jerked wide awake, even the sleeping ones.

John immediately withdrew his hand from me and assumed a serious look.

Damn. Wrong timing.

I felt the emptiness as his fingers left me.

Gosh, I was so close.

I wanted that orgasm badly.

The quiet class erupted in an uproar as everyone began packing up to leave.

Beside me, Monalisa was stuffing her books into her bag. "I won't be able to go home with you," she said. "I have plans with my mom."

Her parents were divorced, had been divorced for six years now. While her mother had gone ahead and remarried after two years, her father remained single.

I always wondered why Mr. Jonah had not remarried. 

At age 45, he was still a handsome-looking man. 

He was physically fit with nice muscles and abs. Was doing well for himself financially as a litigation attorney, had a house to his name, and a good car.

Many women would trip over themselves to date him. So, why then wasn't he in a serious relationship?

Last night gave me my answer. 

He wanted his freedom. To sleep around as he pleased with no strings attached.

Clearly, he had a thing for Latina women because Monalisa's mum was South American from Colombia, while the housekeeper was from Ecuador.

"Here are my keys," Monalisa held her keys to my face, bringing me back to the present. "Just have it, in case my dad's not there when you get home."

I collected the keys and started to pack up my own books. Just then John slipped a paper into my hand.

I unfolded the tiny paper, and it read: Meet me in the abandoned block in 20 mins.

I smiled to myself.

Today might be the day I lose my virginity.

Maya POV.

20 minutes later.

I stood inside the empty rooms in the abandoned block. 

It was a row of classrooms that was being constructed, but the school management had abandoned work for a year now.

It was supposed to be a sacred ground for learning, but had now been converted by students into a low-cost motel.

A lot of students came here to make out and explore their reproductive organs. Especially the senior students in 12th grade.

Once a guy invited you to this block, you knew you were coming here to get laid.

Which was fine with me because that is what I wanted.

I wanted to experience mind-blowing orgasms as I lost my virginity. To me that was the best way to bid it farewell forever.

The rumors said John was good, so it made me excited that he wanted to sleep with me.

I looked around the empty room, a little confused to find it empty.

Where the hell was John? 

He was supposed to be here.

I told myself to give him an additional ten minutes before leaving.

A few minutes later, I glanced down at my watch and noticed that fifteen minutes had gone by.

Already growing irritated by his lateness, I decided to leave. 

As I walked towards the door, I saw him appear in the doorway.

"You're late," I told him pointedly.

"I'm sorry, I needed to get something," he apologized.

Oh, maybe he went to get a condom.

Which was thoughtful of him. Considering the rumors flying around about him, using a condom was a good idea.

Silly me, I should have thought of it and bought a pack from the school's infirmary on my way here.

"Okay," I said, my initial irritation ebbing away.

"Now let's get down to business," He said and started to unbuckle his belt.

I removed my schoolbag and kept it aside. Unzipping my skirt, I pulled it down and stepped out of it.

I unbuttoned my top to reveal my nice cotton milk bra. It was a new set and I wasn't shy to flaunt it.

Ready, I turned over to gaze at John.

What I saw dampened my spirit. 

He only unbuckled his belt and zipped down his trousers. His shirt was still on and his trousers still hung on his waist.

The only thing I could see was a small brown dick the size of a small sausage roll, sticking out from his zip-hole. 

No muscles for me to feast on with my eyes, no hairs on his chest that I could claw my fingers through, and no naked ass for me to wrap my legs around.

"Aren't you going to, at least, take off your shirt?" I asked, wanting to touch those muscles I knew were beneath his shirt.

He played football and had a nice build, so why not show me?

Or was he feeling shy?

Ignoring his clothes, I watched him come close. "I can't wait to slide into you." He backed me towards a wall.

Woah, straight to the point. No foreplay, no kisses.

Maybe we'll do it in the second round. I encouraged myself.

I placed my hands on the wall for support as he bent me over.

Should I tell him I'm a virgin?

I debated inwardly.

Choosing to give him the pleasure of finding out, I kept mute and let him do his thing.

He bunched my shirt on my waist, and I heard him tear a condom sachet.

The cheeks of my ass began to move as he hit me from behind. 

Seconds later, he was moaning loudly.

I frowned.

I hadn't felt him go in. 

As a virgin, I was tight and would feel the tiniest stick in me. If I could feel his fingers, why couldn't I feel his dick?

3 seconds more, he groaned, bucking hard against me.

Huh?

I turned around and saw that he had cum in his condom.

What just happened?

I blinked at him in surprise.

"You're so fucking sweet that I came just touching your thighs," he said, breathing hard and wiping sweat from his forehead.

Was that supposed to be a compliment? I wondered dryly, unimpressed.

Those are the things men said when they couldn't perform.

And why was he sweating so much? 

He didn't do a thing.

"Are we going to fuck for real now, or do you want to rest for a few minutes," I asked, patiently.

John pulled the condom from his dick and threw it to the ground, "Maybe tomorrow. Right now I gotta go for practice."

What about me?

"You didn't penetrate me yet," I reminded him, in case he had forgotten.

"But I did, I penetrated you with my fingers in class," he said smugly. "Anyway, I'm out of here. I got football practice. See you tomorrow, bye."

I watched him zip up his trousers, adjust his clothes, and walk away, leaving me alone in the room in my panties and top.

I thought the rumors said he was good. Obviously, either the rumors were fake or he didn't have time for me.

Selfish bastard!

He called me here just to get his release and then he left, not caring about my own needs.

After keeping me waiting for 35 minutes.

I felt so disappointed.

Last night, I saw how Mr. Jonah satisfied Ms. Larisa.

That was what real men did.

They knew how to handle a woman's body.

I was so done!

My hands balled into fists.

I was so done with boys my age who were self-centered and inexperienced.

I wanted a real man.

And a real man I would get.

Maya POV.

It was 4 p.m. when I finally got to Monalisa's house.

After my ridiculous encounter with John, I was so disappointed that I stayed back in school to read up some books in the library, to lift my spirits.

Just because I wanted sex didn't mean I was unserious with my studies.

Monalisa and I had plans of getting into the same college, so I was putting in the effort to do well on the upcoming SAT(Scholastic Assessment Test).

Some schools didn't require it, but it was necessary in the application process if we really wanted to be considered for certain courses and improve our chances of getting in.

As I drew close to the house, I noticed two police cars were in the parking lot, alongside Monalisa's dad's Mercedes S450.

On the front patio, I saw Mr. Jonah and two police officers standing in a small gathering of three and talking.

What was going on?

I approached cautiously, and when I got close, their conversation became audible.

"Can you tell me where you were last night, Mr. Jonah Hopkins," one of the police officers asked.

"I was home throughout yesterday, I didn't step out of the house," Mr. Jonah answered. "I don't have any active cases at the moment, so I decided to rest at home instead of going to the office."

"You live here with your daughter, correct?" The officer questioning him asked again.

"Yes, I do," He answered casually, "But right now, my daughter's friend is spending a week with us," he looked over at me. "Here she is, Maya say hi to the officers."

"Good afternoon Mr. Jonah," I greeted, "Hi officers," I said awkwardly.

The officers nodded at me.

"Hi Maya, how was school today?" He asked.

"School was good. Monalisa is spending the afternoon with her mom," I informed him.

"Oh yes, she called me," he remarked.

I felt the officer's eyes on me, watching me keenly, so I hurried into the house and shut the door behind me.

Why were the officers here?

I racked my brain trying to remember if I broke the law in any way.

Concluding I had done nothing wrong, I went over to the window, overlooking the front patio, and peeped through the blinds, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Just then I heard Mr. Jonah exclaim, "What do you mean she is dead?!"

"She was found dead in her apartment this morning around 10 a.m." the officer told him.

Huh?

Someone died?

"So I ask you again, what time did Ms. Larisa leave your house last night?" The officer questioned.

I gasped and quickly put my hands over my mouth.

Ms. Larisa was dead?

Our nice, hard-working housekeeper who liked to make us nice Latina dishes was dead?

"My goodness, what happened to her?" Mr. Jonah demanded.

"Answer my question," the officer insisted.

"I already told you that she left last night around 9 o'clock after making us dinner. Now, tell me what happened to her!" Mr. Jonah yelled at the officers.

My nostrils flared and I felt my heart stop in my chest.

God, how did she die?

"We found her lying flat on her face with a knife to her stomach. There were also signs of a struggle," the other officer explained.

I saw Mr. Jonah's face ashen. "Who would do such a wicked thing to her?"

"That's why we are here investigating," the first officer said. "We are going to all the places she visited last. We were told she works for you, resumes work by 7 a.m., and closes around 8-9p.m."

Oh, that was why she didn't come in this morning to make breakfast.

Innocently, I thought she was stressed out by all the sex she got and didn't wake up early.

"Do whatever you can to find the culprit. As her employer, I will give you my full support," Mr. Jonah said firmly.

The officers nodded, "Thank you for your time, Mr. Hopkins."

They entered their vehicles and drove off.

Looking flustered and visibly upset, Mr.Jonah raked his hand through his sandy brown hair.

He climbed the steps towards the door and I quickly left the window, hurrying over to sit on a couch.

The door swung open and he walked in.

"Bloody hell," he cursed and walked over to the wine bar to pour himself a drink.

He held the full glass of scotch whiskey in his hand and downed it in one gulp. He quickly filled it up again.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, watching him.

No, he shook his head and stared hard into his glass.

"You rarely drink during the day," I pointed out, coming to join him on the barstool at the counter.

"I heard some bad news that's why I'm in a bad mood," he said, sipping the second drink instead of gulping it down like the first.

"I overheard your conversation, Ms. Larisa is dead," I murmured sadly.

"Don't tell Monalisa, she'll be heartbroken. She really liked her," he cautioned me.

I nodded, then asked, "Is that why you lied to the police?"

His head snapped up sharply and he pinned me with a look, "What did you just say?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, "I know Ms. Larisa was in this house till 12 a.m. last night."

Confusion swirled in his gorgeous blue eyes, then his brows shot up. "That was you in the corridor, last night?" He dropped the drink on the counter. "I thought it was the cat."

"The cat wouldn't pee in front of your door, would it?" I pouted my lips.

Monalisa's cat, Tootsie, was an absolute brat. She loved to scratch and bite. That was why Monalisa named her Tootsie. Knocking things over was also her specialty. My friend loved her cat regardless of its evil tendencies.

Mr. Jonah exhaled a deep breath, "Whatever you saw, let's keep it between us. I don't want Monalisa to know about my relationship with her."

"What of the police, shouldn't they know?"

"I didn't kill her, if that's what you're asking," he said gruffly.

"I know," I said simply.

I have known Mr. Jonah for eight years, since his daughter and I became friends at age ten. He practically watched me grow and I knew deep down that he wasn't a murderer.

Yet, I lifted my eyes and looked him squarely in the eye, "If you want me to keep your little secret, I want something in return."

His brows creased together, "What do you want?"

"I want you to deflower me."