All Shades of Passion

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.