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.

Maya POV.

What was Monalisa doing back at home?

She was supposed to be with her mother.

Mr. Jonah quickly stepped back from me and tugged his dick into his pants as he re-dressed.

His hard dick still bulged in his pants, so he went to take a seat at his desk.

"Sign the form," he said, and held out the pen.

A smug smile parted my lips as I rose to my feet.

Even though he wasn't saying, I knew he enjoyed the blowjob.

Taking the pen, I signed the form and returned it to him.

He quickly stuffed it in his drawer, "Text me your email address and I'll send a scanned copy to you."

I nodded.

"Since you'll be leaving next tomorrow. I think tomorrow night is an ideal time for us, I'll text you the address of where to come."

He had just finished speaking when Monalisa breezed into the office, "I heard that Dad, where are we going?"

"Nowhere," I said awkwardly, rubbing my neck.

"C'mon girl, tell me. I clearly heard my dad say he would text you an address," Mona blinked at me expectantly. "Is it a surprise? Are we going to the movies?"

My eyes darted as I tried to come up with a reasonable lie. I couldn't possibly tell her it was an appointment for sex.

"I have a case tomorrow evening, so I wanted her to meet me at the venue, so we could go over to her house to inspect the circuit box with a technician. You know her parents are due to come in soon," He quickly provided an explanation.

"Duhh" Mona rolled her eyes, "And I thought we were going to the movies," she shrugged, "Anyway, isn't it easier to just meet her up at the house?"

Oops.

She was right.

It was easier for me to wait at my house than go over to meet him at court.

There was a moment of awkward silence in the room.

Crickets.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

"Whatever," Mona shrugged. "I won't be home tomorrow. I'm going to spend the night at Mum's house after school."

Oh really, my eyebrow perked up.

"I'm sorry you can't come with me, Maya. My mum's fighting with her husband, so it might not be a good time to bring a friend along," she apologized.

I opened my mouth to say it's fine and I didn't want to tag along, but her dad interjected;

"If their fighting, you shouldn't be going over to their house either," Mr. Jonah scolded.

"Chill, Dad, you know Mr. Paul likes me," she countered. "I believe that's precisely the reason mum wants me over, so they could make up."

I smiled at my friend, she was smart.

Mr. Jonah must be proud to have such an understanding daughter.

I knew I was glad to have her as my friend, that was why I would never breathe a word of my personal business with her father to her.

It was going to be my little secret.

*****

Later that night.

Monalisa and I lay awake in her room, studying.

We wanted to leave this small conservative corner of Salt Lake City, Utah, and move to Las Vegas. A bustling city with a lot of possibilities.

College was our exit plan.

Mr. Jonah had no idea that his daughter was applying away from home. He kept advising her to apply to the University of Utah or any other universities in the neighboring towns close to home.

He had no idea that our sights were set on the far city of Vegas.

And we planned to settle there after school. It was goodbye to Utah once we left.

"Hey, Maya," Mona said, closing her book, "Can we talk a little before we continue?"

"Sure," I agreed and pushed my book aside, plopping my head up on my elbow.

"Are you still a virgin?" She asked.

"Yes," I nodded, though not for long if tomorrow went according to plan.

Her face fell, "I shouldn't have slept with Tommy. I should have waited and done it with someone else."

I frowned, "Why, I thought you said you liked Tommy."

Her eyes moistened with tears and she swiped at a drop that slipped out. "I found out that he made a bet with his friends that he was going to sleep with me since I was playing hard to get."

"Oh, Mona," I scooched closer and put my arms around her.

Those immature boys.

Why did they see sex as something they took from a girl?

It was a mutual act, between two people.

Why did they treat it as a price just to make the female feel bad?

"Don't cry, Mona. He's not worth your tears. Just see it as a hazing ritual, ushering you into adulthood."

"We were right to wait till we turned eighteen," she sniffled. "I wish I had waited more, till I went off to college."

"They'll be assholes everywhere, just pick someone with some common-sense next time," I soothed her.

That was why I was picking her father because he was someone I trusted, and I felt safe with him.

"I'm sorry, Mona," I apologized, feeling a tinge of guilt.

"What for?" She asked.

"If you ever get to know any 'BS' of mine in the future, just know I apologized to you already."