Part One

The doorbell rang, and I glanced at the clock. It was earlier than expected. Meleeza my daughter's best friend must have finished her class early today. I opened the door to find her standing there with that familiar smile, her eyes bright as ever. "Hey, aunty Renu," she greeted me sweetly. "Is Jenny around?"

"Not yet," I replied, stepping aside to let her in. "Her math class might run longer today. Make yourself at home."

Meleeza nodded and wandered into the living room, plopping down on the couch. I watched her for a moment, noticing how she stretched out lazily, her jeans hugging her legs just right. She looked so much older now, more mature. Or maybe it was just my imagination.

I grabbed my car keys from the kitchen counter. "I'm heading out to do some grocery shopping. Should be back in a couple of hours. If you need anything, Uncle Jehan is in his home office."

She waved lazily. "Sure thing, have fun!"

As I backed out of the driveway, I couldn't help but wonder what Meleeza was up to while I was gone. Did she still see us as just family friends, or had something changed? It had been years since she first started coming over, and now, she was practically an adult.

Half an hour later, boredom seemed to get the better of Meleeza. She stood up from the couch and made her way to the hallway where Jehan's home office was located. She knocked lightly on the doorframe. "May I come in?"

Jehan looked up from his computer, surprised to see her. "Oh, hi Meleeza. Come in, come in."

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "I was getting bored waiting for Jenny. Thought I'd come say hello."

"Yeah, I heard Renu talking with her earlier that her math class might take longer than usual today," Jehan said, gesturing to the chair across his desk. "Have a seat."

Meleeza sat down, crossing her legs casually. "So, Mr. J, what are you working on?"

Jehan leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just making a plan for one of my clients. But enough about work. What's new with you? Heard Jenny mention that a boy has caught your eye these days."

Meleeza blushed slightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, she told Aunty Renu about that, huh?" She muttered "That bitch" under her breath before continuing. "Well, he asked me out on a date yesterday, and I haven’t given him an answer yet."

Jehan raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How come? Is he not attractive to you? As you young girls say, hot enough for you?"

"Oh, he's hot alright. And he's a few years older than me too. He's a good guy—the kind a girl like me hopes for," Meleeza explained, her tone thoughtful.

"If he has whatever you're looking for in a boy, then why the hesitation?" Jehan pressed, genuinely curious.

Meleeza hesitated, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Oh It’s just... complicated, I guess."

Jehan studied her for a moment, sensing something more underneath her words. "Complicated? how?"

Meleeza sighed, looking down at her hands. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just not ready for a relationship yet." She bit her lip, glancing up at him through her lashes. "I mean, I've never really..."

Jehan leaned in slightly, intrigued by her sudden vulnerability. "Never really what?"

Meleeza took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never really been with someone like that before."

Jehan felt a rush of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was touched by her openness. On the other, the thought of this innocent young woman exploring such things at her age stirred something deep within him. "Like what?" he asked gently.

Meleeza's cheeks flushed a deeper red, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "You know... intimately."

Jehan's heart pounded in his chest. This was dangerous territory, but he couldn't pull away now. "And what exactly are you looking for in that regard?"

Meleeza's eyes met his, filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "Maybe someone who can show me what it's like?"

Jehan swallowed hard, his mind racing. This wasn't right. This was so wrong. And yet, he found it impossible to break the spell they were both under. "Are you trying to say is that you want me to be that person?"

Meleeza didn't answer right away, her gaze slipping down to his lap before meeting his eyes again. "Would you... I mean would you even consider it?"

Jehan's breath hitched. His body reacted instinctively, betraying his better judgment. "Why me?"

Meleeza shrugged, her eyes boring into his. "Because... because you're safe. You're someone who knows me. And you wouldn't hurt me."

Jehan's resolve wavered. He wanted to say no, to end this madness before it began. But the way she looked at him, so trusting, so vulnerable... it was too much to resist. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Meleeza nodded slowly, her voice trembling. "Yes Mr. J. I want you."

Jehan closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather his thoughts. When he opened them again, he saw the determination in hers. There was no going back now. "Alright," he whispered, leaning forward. "But we need to be careful. Whatever we do from here on must stay a secret between ourselves. Renu and Jenny must not find out about this Meleeza. Do I make myself clear?"

Meleeza's face lit up with a mixture of relief and excitement. ". Yes I undersrand. Thank you," she murmured, moving closer to him.

Jehan reached out, gently cupping her cheek. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the rapid beat of her pulse against his palm. "Don't thank me yet," he said softly, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "This is new for both of us."

Meleeza leaned into his touch, her breath catching in her throat. "I trust you Jehan.," she whispered.

Jehan's heart ached with a combination of guilt and desire. He knew this was so wrong, knew he should stop this before they reached the point of no rerurn. But the way she responded to his touch, the innocent look in her eyes... it was intoxicating and tempting for Jehan to ignore. "Then let's make this memorable," he said, his voice deep and full of allure.

Jehan leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Well, if you're unsure, maybe it's because you haven't explored what you really want yet," he suggested, his eyes lingering on Meleeza's face.

Meleeza shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jehan smiled, a slow, knowing smile. "I mean, have you ever been with a man who really knows how to satisfy a woman?" He paused, letting the question hang in the air. "Sometimes, it takes experience to know what you truly desire."

Meleeza felt her cheeks flush as she considered his words. She had always been curious, but the idea of actually doing something about it was both thrilling and terrifying. "I... I don't know," she stammered, avoiding his gaze.

Jehan leaned forward, his eyes locked onto hers. "It's okay to be unsure baby," he said softly. "But maybe you should give in and explore those feelings. See what you like. What turns you on."

Meleeza's heart pounded in her chest as she realized where this conversation was heading. She couldn't believe she was even considering it in the first place. Sure Jehan was Jenny's father but I bet she'd never had thiught that her life would steer in this direction in her life. There was something about Jehan that made Meleeza feel safe, despite the dangerous nature of their talk. "You mean... you could help me? Could you help me what I desire intimately?" she asked hesitantly.

Jehan nodded slowly, his expression serious. "If you want me to. I can show you things you might not have experienced before. But only if you're sure that's what you want."

Meleeza took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The idea of being intimate with Jehan, someone she had known for years, was both exciting and nerve-wracking. But there was also a part of her that was curious, eager to discover what she had been missing out on. "I... I think I want to," she whispered finally.

Jehan stood up, moving around his desk to stand beside her. He reached out, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. "Are you sure, Meleeza? This is something we can't take back," he said, his voice low and intense.

She nodded, her pulse quickening as she felt the warmth of his hand seep through her shirt. "I'm sure," she breathed.

Jehan's grip tightened slightly, and he slowly guided her to her feet. His other hand came up to cup her cheek, tilting her face towards his. "Then let's see what you've been missing," he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips with his own.

The kiss was gentle at first, almost hesitant, but it quickly deepened as Meleeza melted into his embrace. She gasped softly as his tongue slipped between her lips, exploring her mouth with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. Her hands instinctively went to his chest, gripping his shirt as she lost herself in the sensation. In the heat of the moment Meleeza tried to move her hand underneath Jehan's shirt to feel his warm chest. Upon doing so Meleeza felt a warm sensation down her pussy while Jehan and Meleeza's tongues danced in passion.

Jehan's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling lightly as he went. Meleeza moaned softly, her head falling back as she felt the heat pooling between her legs.

"Do you like that?" Jehan whispered against her skin, his breath warm and tantalizing.

"Yes," Meleeza replied, her voice trembling. "I want More, please..."

Jehan complied, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse as he continued his assault on her senses. He pushed the fabric off her shoulders, revealing the delicate lace of her bra. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her perky breasts, straining against the thin material.

He traced a finger along the edge of her bra, dipping beneath it to brush against her nipple. Meleeza cried out, her knees weakening as a surge of pleasure coursed through her body. Jehan chuckled, pressing a kiss to her collarbone as he continued to tease her sensitive flesh.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, pulling away just enough to slide her bra straps off her shoulders. The garment fell to her elbows, leaving her breasts fully exposed to his gaze. "Beautiful," he groaned, lowering his head to take one aching nipple into his mouth.

Meleeza's hands flew to his hair, gripping it tightly as she arched her back, offering herself more fully to him. Jehan suckled greedily, his teeth grazing her tender skin as his hand roamed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt.

His fingers found the damp heat between her thighs, and Meleeza gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily at the contact. Jehan brushed his thumb over her clit, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips. "Oh god, yes!" she panted, her brain fogged with lust.

Jehan smirked against her breast, his tongue flicking over the hardned nipple before he switched to the other side, giving it equal attention. His fingers continued their maddening rhythm, pressing and rubbing in a way that made Meleeza's vision blur with pleasure.

"Please... Jehan I want more," she begged, her voice hoarse with desperation.

Jehan pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of her flushed, panting form. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

Meleeza obeyed without hesitation, turning to face the door. Jehan stepped behind her, his hands sliding up her arms to rest on her shoulders. He bent his head, nuzzling her neck as his hands worked at the button of her skirt. With a swift motion, he unzipped it, letting the fabric pool at her feet.

Meleeza shivered as she stood in nothing but her panties, feeling incredibly vulnerable yet undeniably aroused. Jehan's hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips before settling on her ass. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing against the elastic of her panties.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice husky with lust.

Meleeza complied, her legs trembling as she widened her stance. Jehan's fingers dipped beneath the edge of her panties, tracing a line down to her. He groaned softly as he felt how wet her pussy was, his fingers parting her folds to rub against her throbbing clit.

"So wet for me already," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me, Meleeza, have you ever been touched like this before?"

"No," she admitted, her voice shaky. "Never like this..."

Jehan's fingers delved deeper, curling inside her as he continued to stroke her clit with his thumb. Meleeza bit her lower lip, trying to stifle her cries as waves of pleasure built inside her. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body begging for release.

"That's it, baby," Jehan whispered, his free hand cupping her breast as he pinched her nipple. "Let go for me. Cum for me, Meleeza."

Her control shattered at his words, and Meleeza cried out as an overwhelming orgasm ripped through her body. She sagged against Jehan, her knees trembling as he held her up, his fingers never ceasing their expert ministrations.

As the aftershocks subsided, Meleeza panted heavily, her entire body tingling with satisfaction. Jehan slowly withdrew his fingers, lifting them to his mouth to lick them clean. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes dark with undisguised hunger.

Meleeza turned to face him, her eyes wide with awe and newfound confidence. "Thank you," she whispered, reaching out to trace a finger along his jawline.

Jehan captured her hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "You're welcome, Meleeza. But we're nit done yet. This is just the beginning," he said, his voice low and seductive. "There's so much more I want to show you."

To be Continued