Chapter 2: My Fantasies

Maya POV.

30 minutes ago.

I came out of Monalisa's room, feeling sleepy and finding my way to the bathroom, only for me to overhear weird noises along the corridor.

I squinted at the large clock on the wall.

It was 12 midnight.

Monalisa was my best friend, and we were both in our senior year at school, about to graduate and leave for college.

I was spending the night at her house because my parents traveled for a seminar in Africa, Nigeria, to be precise.

They both worked for a non-governmental organization (NGO) and were mandated to attend the program.

It was supposed to be a seven-day event, so they had no issues leaving a 12th grader home alone while they went to work.

However, two days into my (secluded) living, our house circuit box developed a fault and the entire house lost power.

I was invited by my best friend to stay over at her house till my parents returned and repairs began.

Since I was a regular visitor to Monalisa's house, my parents let me stay with her. Even her father, Mr. Jonah was happy to welcome me.

Today would make it my third day at her house, pending my parents' return in two days.

We all retired to bed at 9 p.m., but I woke up feeling pressed and needed to use the bathroom, only to find myself spying on my best friend's Dad making love to the housekeeper, Ms. Larisa.

I had just turned eighteen a few months ago and was still a virgin.

What others liked to call 'untouched.'

LOL...

A small snort escaped me because I knew that was a wrong perception.

Being a virgin did not necessarily mean I knew nothing or that I did not know how I wanted to be touched.

While I may physically be a virgin my head was filled with the weirdest type of fantasies.

Yes, I was in that stage of my life where I was curious about sex.

I spent my nights watching porn and touching myself. I read every romantic book I could find and even watched documentaries on the reproductive organs of men and women.

Well, mostly men.

Because that was the gender I was curious about.

Having spent all my time being a good student and focusing on my studies throughout High School, now I was about to graduate and move out to the outside world without experiencing sex.

Not once.

Most of the girls my age had already done it more than once.

And I heard that if I went to college as a virgin, the boys there would target me. They had a fetish for young naive virgins.

I didn't know if it was true and honestly, I didn't care.

All I really wanted was to experience it once before I left high school.

It was on my bucket list.

Monalisa had done it already, when she turned eighteen, two months ago.

As best friends, we promised to keep ourselves till we became adults, so once she crossed that bridge she immediately slept with a guy she had a crush on.

As for me, there was a guy I liked. We were dating, but I was waiting till I turned eighteen which was in two days.

I couldn't wait to experience sex for the first time and I was really looking forward to it.

To finally experience those mind-blowing orgasms I read in books, or the sexual ecstasy I watched in movies.

And I was glad I was dating a guy who was willing to wait with me till the time was right to fulfill my deepest fantasies.

I was so full of anticipation.

I wanted something intense and memorable. Just like what I was witnessing tonight.

Even if it was only once. I wanted to feel raw pleasure and be totally dominated into submission by my passion.

I was still lost in thought when I heard Mr. Jonah say, "It's my turn, now get on your knees."

Fascinated, my eyes reverted back to them.

I saw Ms. Larisa rise up after her leg-quaking orgasm and drop to her knees in front of him.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

When she did, he fed his shaft into her mouth. She received it, swallowing it to the hilt.

Then her mouth began to work the length, up and down, in and out, as she sucked it.

"You love this dick, don't you?" He groaned, a vein straining in his neck.

Her head bobbed in answer. Then she broke away from sucking his dick to mutter, "I wish you could fuck me every day, Papi."

That made me smile and I leaned closer.

I saw his hands palm her head as he drove his cock into her mouth, the mounds of his ass bucked and he pushed himself further, making her moan and lick him, taking in more of his length.

Unable to stop myself, my hand found the waist of my pants and I slipped a finger inside. Finding my clitoris, I rubbed the bud.

With every groan he made, I touched myself. I rubbed my clit in slow circles, savouring the feel as pleasure spread through my nerves.

His hips thrust forward and I slipped a finger into my folds.

He fucked her mouth and I fucked myself.

It felt so good as though he was the one fucking me.

With each flick of my finger in my pussy, sensations overwhelmed me, and I pictured him sliding into me.

In the room, his strokes grew frenzied and he moved faster.

"I think I am cuming," his voice rumbled in his chest.

At his words, I noticed that my core was knotted tight and clamouring for release.

"Aarrh fuckkk, I'm cuming," he groaned and pulled out his dick from her mouth.

Turning to the side, he pumped his length with his hands as his sperm shot forward to the floor.

Simultaneously, I felt my body vibrate as my finger grew moist with a thick fluid gushing out from my core.

This felt different from what I felt before, it was electrifying and sweeter.

Sensations lashed me from head to toe and I staggered back, losing my balance.

I tried to prevent myself from falling, putting my elbow on a flower vase beside the door, for support.

To my dismay, the flower vase bent sideways and fell, crashing to the ground.

"Who's there?" I heard Mr. Jonah ask sharply as his head snapped towards the door.

My hands immediately covered my mouth as I locked eyes with him through the crack in the door.