All Shades of Passion

Chapter 1: Spying from the Shadows.

Maya POV.

"Oh my goodness..." I whispered, bringing my hand to my lips.

My body was flattened against the wooden door, and I pressed my ear closer, listening to the sounds coming from Mr. Jonah's home office.

"Clap, clap, clap."

I heard the rhythm go faster.

I stilled myself, my breath growing shallow as I listened to the noise filtering out from his office.

Realization dawned on me as to what was going on.

Wide eye, my fingers found the door handle and I gently turned.

To my surprise, it was open.

I pushed it slowly, with my heart in my mouth, and a small crack appeared, allowing me to see inside the office.

My eyes widened more at what I saw.

Mr. Jonah, who is Monalisa's father, my one and only friend, was totally naked and had the housekeeper, Ms. Larisa, bent over his desk as he pounded her from behind.

I closed my eyes instantly and wanted to turn around and leave, but then I heard it. The soft moans from her mouth.

It sounded so frail and full of pleasure, "Go harder Jonah, tienes un pene grande," she ended in her native tongue.

I understood a little Spanish and knew that her words translated to: 'you have a big penis'.

The sex must be so damn good that she was lost, switching between languages.

Feeling intrigued and unable to peel my eyes away, I stood rooted to the floor, deciding to watch the show.

Mr. Jonah was stark naked behind her, the tanned muscles of his chest rippling as he drove into her.

I could see a splattering of curly black hair that spread across the expanse of his chest and tapered down his abdomen, lower...

My gaze dropped.

Even lower...

A small voice whispered in my head.

I struggled with myself, trying to stick to what little morality I had left.

But in the end, my curiosity won and I looked down.

My eyes followed the trail of hair down to his torso, and I saw a gathering of thick hair at his groin.

"Oh," I gasped, clasping my hand over my mouth.

What was I seeing right now?

Was it okay to watch this?

"Turn over," his deep voice commanded, and I saw her scrambling to obey.

Climbing onto the table, she flipped over.

My eyes traveled around the room, and I saw her long skirt was discarded on the floor, close to the door as though she had been in a hurry to take it off.

"Come, Jonah, take me to heaven," her high-pitched voice called to him.

And he did exactly as she said, giving her the feel of heaven.

"Mi madre me bendiga," she moaned out.

Mi madre me bendiga = My mother bless me.

I felt a thrill crawl up my spine, it must feel so good.

I know I shouldn't be doing this.

I shouldn't be spying on my best friend's father making love to the help, but it was too good to stop.

It was happening right before my eyes, and I was helpless to look away.

I was glued to the door, watching every action and every reaction.

Heat pooled between my legs and my heart beat with every thrust he made.

I felt my skin prickle just watching him move, sweat beading on his skin, making it shimmer and glow.

I saw Ms. Larisa reach up to rake her fingers across his chest.

"Do that again," he groaned, panting hard.

She quickly obeyed and raked her fingers for the second time.

My toes curled and I twisted my legs together, the pressure on my bladder growing intense.

I needed to pee really badly.

That was why I had stumbled upon this crazy scene in the first place.

I turned around to leave before I did my business on this tiled floor.

But a shrill scream stopped me dead in my tracks...

"I'm cuming!" Ms. Larisa cried out.

This was the climax of it all, I couldn't miss it for the world.

So, I turned around for the grand ending.

Ms. Larisa's head fell backwards, and she shouted out a string of incoherent words.

Her body shook violently, and I saw fluid burst out from her and splash Mr. Jonah on his face.

At the same moment, I felt a liquid trickling down my legs, soaking my pants.

My eyes dropped to the wet floor and my jaw slackened.

Damn.

I had just peed myself.

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...(laugh out loud).

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 x-rated videos and having crazy thoughts. 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 already had boyfriends and had 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 we turned eighteen, two months ago.

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

As for me, there was no guy I currently fancied. Though I did try to kiss one or two boys in school, just to get things moving.

In the end, I stopped and walked away because they were too immature, couldn't kiss right, and didn't know how to do it.

A third boy even creamed his jeans before we got into it.

Yuck.

After those experiences, I was done trying to be with boys my age.

They didn't know how to pleasure a lady, and my body craved the mind-blowing orgasms I read in books or the sexual ecstasy I watched in movies.

As I stared down at my wet pajamas, I finally understood that I would never experience the type of intimacy I craved if I stuck with boys my age.

They didn't have the skill, nor did they have the experience.

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 think I am cuming," Mr. Jonah's voice rumbled in his throat, drawing back my attention.

Excited, I smiled and I leaned closer.

As I saw him cum, vibrating against her, 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.

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.