Chapter 4: I am done

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 fucked.

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 need to get something," he apologized.

Oh, maybe he went to get a condom.

Which was thoughtful of him. Considering the rumours 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, 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?

We were about to fuck anyway, he should be turning me on with his goodies.

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 put his own climax on hold, just to satisfy Ms. Larisa first.

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.