Maeve wanted to be a teacher someday. However, her plans will have to wait. Her Dad lost his job for almost a year. And her Mom was recovering from a stroke. Fortunately, their neighbour Rosa, working as a maid in Singapore, found a job for her.

Mave will become a maid in a family of four in Singapore. She is unsure of what waits for her there. But she knew she had to take the opportunity. At 18, she stands at 5 feet 6 inches tall. She has a pretty face, and her friends say she has a great body.

Two days before her flight, Maeve met with her boyfriend, Gaston. He was against the idea of Mave working overseas. But Mave firmly held her decision and eventually agreed. That day the two went to the movies and spent time together. Before taking Mave home, Gaston brought her to a motel.

As Gaston removed Maeve's clothing, she told him she was scared. Gaston paused and looked at her, concerned. "Scared of what, Mave?" he asked gently.

Maeve bit her lip, unsure of how to express herself. "I don't know, just scared, I guess," she said softly.

Gaston leaned in and kissed her forehead. "You don't have to be scared, Maeve. I'm here with you," he said reassuringly.

Maeve nodded, feeling a little better. Gaston continued to undress her, taking his time to make sure she was comfortable. As they continued to kiss, Gaston could sense that something was still bothering Mave.

"Gaston," Maeve whispered, breaking the silence between them. "I need to tell you something."

Gaston looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"I'm a virgin," Maeve admitted, blushing.

Gaston smiled softly, cupping her face in his hands. "That's okay, Maeve. We can take things slow, and I'll be gentle with you," he said, tenderly kissing her on her lips.

As they continued to explore each other's bodies, Gaston used foreplay to relax Maeve. He kissed her neck, and she moaned softly, arching her back. Gaston continued to tease her, his lips trailing down to her breasts.

Maeve was ecstatic when Gaston started licking and cupping her breasts. She let out a soft whimper, gripping Gaston's shoulders tightly.

"Gaston," she gasped, feeling a sense of euphoria wash over her. "That feels amazing."

Gaston continued to pleasure her, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples. Maeve felt a sense of vulnerability and intimacy with Gaston that she had never felt before.

From Maeve's breast, Gaston's hand travel downwards. It slid on the flat of her belly, down to her navel, before settling on Maeve's femininity. Gaston cupped Maeve's vulva in his palm, feeling the wetness and the heat coming from it. Then using his two fingers, Gaston traced the silken slit feeling for the entrance. "Awww, G-Gaston," Maeve winced. She felt a little pain. It was the first time anything entered her vagina.

Gaston did not push forward. Instead, he played on Maeve's clit, drawing circles around it. He made Maeve moan louder and her pussy, wetter. "Does this feel good, Babe?" Gaston asked while sucking on Maeve's tits. "Ooooh," Maeve moaned in response.

Maeve's pleasure intensified, and she could feel herself getting closer to the climax. Her body trembled with each touch, her breathing becoming heavy and erratic.

As Gaston felt Maeve's body responding to his touch, he whispered in her ear, his voice filled with tenderness. "Are you ready, Maeve? Can I enter you?" he asked, allowing her to voice any concerns or reservations.

Maeve nodded, her desire overcoming her fears. Gaston tore open a condom and handed it to Maeve. She held it in her hand, feeling a mix of shyness and anticipation. She had never held a man before, but Gaston's patience and understanding made her feel safe and comfortable.

Taking a deep breath, Maeve gently stroked Gaston's shaft, feeling the texture and firmness in her hand. "It's so big," Maeve gasped while fondling Gasron's hardness. With slow strokes, she moved her hand up and down his shaft.

"That's it, babe, play with it. Your hand feels so soft." Gaston's voice was encouraging. It was calm but filled with desire at the same time. "I'm scared, Gaston. It's too big. I don't know if this will fit inside me," Mave said. "Don't worry, babe. I will be gentle." He reassured her. "Are all men as big as this?" Maeve said, growing fascinated.

"Not all men are the same. Mine is 5 inches." Gaston told her, then kissed her again. "Put the condom on, Babe," he whispered. Gaston's voice ached with need.

Maeve nodded, her fingers trembling slightly as she carefully unrolled the condom onto Gaston's erect penis. She took her time. She wanted to make sure it was properly in place. Gaston watched her with admiration, appreciating her effort and the trust she placed in him.

Once the condom was securely on, Gaston kissed Maeve gently, his lips conveying love and reassurance. "You're doing great, Maeve," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "Just relax, and let me know if anything feels uncomfortable or if you want me to stop."

Maeve nodded, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Gaston positioned himself at her entrance, his gaze locked with hers. Slowly, he entered her, mindful of her comfort and any pain she might experience.

As Gaston pushed forward, Maeve felt a sharp sting of pain. She winced, tears welling up in her eyes. Gaston immediately stopped and held her close, kissing away her tears. "I'm here, Maeve. It's okay," he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. "It's normal to feel some pain as your hymen tears. Take your time, and we can go at your pace."

Maeve clung to Gaston, her body adjusting to the new sensation. After a moment, the initial discomfort began to subside, and she felt a mixture of pain and pleasure intertwining within her. Gaston remained still, giving her the space she needed to acclimate.

"How are you feeling, Maeve?" Gaston asked softly, his eyes filled with concern.

"There's still some pain," Maeve admitted, her voice quivering, "but there's also a lot of pleasure. I want to keep going, Gaston."

Gaston smiled, "I'm glad to hear that, Maeve. I want to make this experience unforgettable for you."

Maeve blushed, "You already have, Gaston. You're amazing."

Gaston leaned in and kissed Maeve deeply, his hips slowly gyrating. Maeve moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his back. Gaston began to pick up the pace, screwing Maeve and putting more pressure and friction on her clit.

"Oh, Gaston," Maeve cried, "that feels so good!"

Gaston grinned, "You haven't seen anything yet."

He continued to gyrate his hips faster, and Maeve's moans grew louder until they reached their climax together.

After their intense climax, Gaston and Maeve caught their breath, their bodies still entangled in a web of shared desire. They exchanged a tender look, their eyes reflecting passion and affection.

Gaston's gaze fell upon the bloodstain on the sheet beneath them. His expression softened with a mix of understanding and gratitude. He reached out and gently caressed Maeve's cheek.

"Thank you, Maeve," Gaston said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for sharing this moment with me, for trusting me with your virginity."

Maeve blushed, her eyes shining with a blend of vulnerability and contentment. "You're welcome, Gaston," she whispered. "I wanted it to be you."

They took their time to dress, the air thick with a bittersweet realization that their time together was drawing to a close. Gaston carefully folded the stained sheet, acknowledging the significance of their encounter.

As they prepared to leave, Gaston held Maeve's hand, his grip gentle yet firm. "Maeve, promise me we'll stay in touch," he said, his voice tinged with longing.

Maeve nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and sadness. "I promise, Gaston. No matter the distance, I won't forget you."

The next day, Gaston drove Maeve home, their conversation filled with fond memories and a shared anticipation for the future. They held each other tightly, cherishing those final moments before Maeve embarked on her journey to Singapore.

They exchanged one last lingering kiss at Maeve's doorstep, promising to hold on despite the physical distance. Gaston watched Maeve enter her house, a mix of pride and longing filling his heart.

Maeve spent the remainder of the day preparing for her flight, her mind filled with the memories of her time with Gaston. She packed her belongings and reflected on the depth of their connection, grateful for the experiences they shared and the lessons she learned about her desires and boundaries.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow upon her room, Maeve made a silent vow to herself. She would carry Gaston's memory with her, allowing it to shape her experiences and guide her as she embarked on her new chapter in Singapore.

And so, with a heart full of gratitude and a bittersweet ache of longing, Maeve closed her suitcase, ready to embark on a new adventure while holding onto the cherished moments she shared with Gaston.