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."

Maya POV.

Mr. Jonah stared at me, shocked.

"Are you crazy?" He asked.

"Do I have to be crazy for you to sleep with me?" I fluttered my lashes at him. "Then yes, I am crazy."

"I'm your best friend's dad, I'm like your own dad," he tried to reason with me.

"But you're not my dad," I said, adamantly.

"I am forty-five years old and you just turned eighteen, you're too young," he refused.

I stretched my hand and took hold of his glass, bringing it to my mouth, I sipped from his whiskey. "See, I can drink now because I'm old enough."

"This is different," he objected

"I am a legal adult in the eyes of society. If I can vote and go to jail, why can't I fuck?" I bathed my lashes at him.

"You don't know what you're asking for, I do hardcore. I don't do vanilla sex like boys your age," he informed me.

"All the more reason why it has to be you," I smiled back at him.

"No, Maya," he said strongly. "You're not thinking straight."

"But I am," I said smoothly.

"If you want an older man so much, do it with someone else," he said and stood to his feet.

Thinking it was time to bring out the big guns, I pulled out my phone from my skirt pocket and scrolled to Monalisa's number.

"If you reject me, Mr. Jonah. I'll have no choice but to tell her about Ms. Larisa," I said dangling the phone in my hands.

He called my bluff and turned to leave.

I hit dial and put the phone on speaker.

Immediately Monalisa picked up, "Hey, Maya. What's up?"

"Hi, Mona. There's something I want to talk to you about..."

He turned around and folded his arms across his chest, giving me his attention.

Seeing that he had given in to me, I smiled.

"I'll call you back Mona, something came up," I said and ended the call.

"You have no idea what you're trying to get yourself into, young lady," he scowled at me.

"It's one night, Mr. Jonah. I'm not asking for a relationship with you," I said smiling up at him. "Please don't be angry with me. I just want my first experience to be memorable."

"You do realize that if we do this, things will change between us. You can't have sleepovers at my house anymore with my daughter," he said sternly.

"My parents will be back home in two days and I'll leave," I told him. "So, yes. I get that we can't see each other after this."

I'll be leaving for college soon, anyway. So, it didn't matter.

Maya and I will go to the same college as agreed and he may never have to see me again.

Perfect.

I saw him struggle with himself for a few minutes before his shoulders sagged in defeat. "Fine, one night."

I clapped with glee, excited.

"Come with me," he said and started for his office.

Curious, I followed after him.

When we were in the office, he opened his drawer, brought out a form, and handed it over to me.

"What's this?" I asked, receiving the form.

"It's an NDA, a non-disclosure agreement," he stated simply.

I grimaced, "You already have one prepared and ready?"

"I'm a lawyer, I need to protect myself from any present or future implications," he said, his eyes washing over me. "Since you say you're an adult. Read it and sign it."

My eyes flew over the points, I didn't need any of these. We were only going to be intimate for one night.

"I'm ready to sign," I said, opening my palm for a pen.

He took one from his table and was about to give it to me, but he stopped and held it back.

"What?" I asked.

"Before you sign it, I want to know if you have what it takes," he said, his blue eyes searching me. "I won't go soft on you because you're a virgin. I fuck hard, fast, and long. Can you handle me?"

"Yes," I said.

"Show me," he said, "give me a blow job."

I bit my lower lip and my eyes instantly dropped to his pants.

I knew what was in there, had seen it, and was now craving it.

Was I going to really taste him?

"What if I don't pass, then you don't fuck me?" I asked as I stepped closer to him.

"Yes, I don't want a crying child on my hands when I make love," he retorted.

I smirked, "Crying child?" I repeated as I got to my knees before him.

The only tears he'll be seeing are tears of joy as I scream out his name.

He had no idea who he was talking to. I might be a child in age, but my mind was more warped than most adults he knew.

I had given more blow jobs as a virgin than most women in their forties, giving and receiving oral sex as much as I could while I kept my hymen intact.

On my knees, I set the paper aside.

Deciding I was going to give it my best shot, I took my time, taking it slow.

I began by nuzzling my face on his legs, along his thighs, and up to his belly.

He remained stoic, watching me.

Slowly, I began tracing the outline of his dick with my fingertips.

Gradually, it started to harden, bulging out of his pants.

I rubbed at it, trailing the outline from end to end. Then I grabbed it through the fabric.

A tiny hiss passed through his teeth.

Withdrawing my fingers, I reached up to his waistband and dragged down his pants and briefs in one smooth move.

That made him gasp in surprise, at my boldness.

Staring at his hard cock, it was just as I remembered.

Eight inches of pink, hard flesh strained towards me.

I smacked my lips, feeling aroused, just by looking at it.

My fingers encircled the large length and my tongue flicked out to taste the tip.

I shuddered.

He tasted like nuts and spices with a hint of salt.

Opening my mouth, I started to feed his length into my mouth, slowly.

"Good..." He rasped low. "Take the whole length," he commanded.

I obliged and swallowed it to the hilt.

"Urrhh," I heard the low rumble in his chest.

I stayed still for a few seconds, just to tease him. When he grew impatient and shuffled his foot, wanting me to move, I started to glide it in and out of my mouth.

Throating the whole length.

Reaching up behind him, I grabbed his ass, to keep him in the right angle as I moved my head front and back.

My tongue wet his dick, making a slippery slime as I sucked, licked, and kissed.

"Damn..." the words left his lips in a rush, and his hand reached down to fist a handful of my hair.

His hips started to follow the rhythm of my head, and he thrust forward, deep in my mouth whenever I took him in.

Shudders ran down my spine with every contact our bodies made. My warm mouth to his hot cock.

I could feel my pussy throb, begging for his dick to be put inside.

I was getting so much pleasure giving this blowjob as he was, receiving it.

"Fuckkk, I'm about to cum," he muttered low and I felt his body tighten against me...

"Hello house, I'm home!" Monalisa's voice sounded through the house.

We both tensed and our heads snapped toward the office door.