Chapter 3: Can't get it out of my head

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.

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.

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, her legs wrapping around his waist, drawing his huge dick into her pussy...

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.

My eyes lifted up and met his, and he winked at me, his hands gently rubbing up and down my legs.

John was my boyfriend and we've been dating for four months now. His seat was close to mine, so he'd touched me when he saw my white creamy thighs.

I knew he wanted me, he's been telling me non-stop how much he wants to make love to me. 

But I wanted to wait till I was ready.

Tomorrow was my birthday and I would be turning eighteen. I was sure he was happy as well as anxious for tomorrow to come, because it would mark a very important day for us.

The day I give my virginity to him.

I really liked him, he was good-looking, popular, and very athletic. Many girls fancied him and I felt like the luckiest girl alive to be dating him.

He was still touching my thigh, his fingers moving in slow circles. Then he delved into my skirt, reaching for my panties.

"Ohh," I whispered, and clasped my legs together around his hand.

I looked sideways at him and he flashed me a dubious smile.

I shook my head, no, and pointed to Monalisa, my best friend, who was sleeping on her desk, next to mine, and to the teacher teaching in front of the class.

At that, he withdrew his hand and faced forward, disappointment etched all over his face.

I tried to listen to the Teacher, even leaning forward with my elbows on my desk, but once again, the picture of Mr. Jonah, naked and glistening with sweat slipped into my head. 

I shook my head hard, feeling so hot and distracted.

But luckily for me, at that moment, the bell for the end of school rang and everyone jerked wide awake, even the sleeping ones.

Perfect timing.

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 fuck 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. 

When I was done, I looked up to tell John that I was leaving, but he wasn't there. He had gone without bothering to say goodbye.

I felt a little hurt at his oversight.

But I made up an excuse for him, owing it to his football practice. Maybe he was running late and needed to leave in a haste.

All done and ready to leave, I stepped into the classroom hallway and was heading out of the building, when I suddenly recalled I needed to collect the study guide he offered to lend me. Deciding to get it before I leave, I went to go find him in the boys' locker room.

I'd just taken a step into the rather quiet place when I stopped dead in my tracks....

Right before my eyes, I saw my boyfriend holding Sonia, the head cheerleader against the wall as he slammed into her.

My mouth parted in shock.