Ifeoma pulled the hood of her Cardigan forward over her center, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her specs. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial-grade tricycles ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to fancy out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket change, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely score out a male driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. affectionateness pounding, she stuffed her hands in her pocket and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the device driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the empty street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her tracks and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a wary distance, she squinted into the dark Interior Department of the car, and was pretty sure the driver was the man who had taught her English people in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five years since you graduated ? I think you can hollo me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, girlfriend, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a bit, before sliding gratefully into the warmly, dry car.
"Oh, man, my wearing apparel are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a drowned rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't assist but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his category — Lapplander low cut pilus, same prosperous grinning, Sami form Robert Brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed methamphetamine. She felt a immediate rush of fondness to her face as she remembered what a huge crush she'd had on him. He pulled back out on to the street."So, where are we headed ?"
"Well…I live quite a way from here…"she gave him steering to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this late at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't take concern of yourself, but it's dark out there, and kind of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the shop mechanic workshop, and I was working on a paper at the depository library — it's due on Friday, before second semester Break, and I'm sort of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas whole caboodle and that of Chinua Achebe on their views of the future tense."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may have bit off more than I could masticate this time."She polished the water
drops off of her meth with the boundary of her tee shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the precis, all of my note carte, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as grim as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a plosive consonant light.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can offer any suggestion. We could even throw away your sweatshirt in the dryer for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's optic lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean, I would really apprize any help you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very adept student, Ifeoma, an excellent writer. I'm looking forward to reading what you have done so far."
Ifeoma blushed, and looked out the windowpane,
"Thanks Mr. Amadi."
He glanced at her again, quickly, then turned right, on to a street."No problem — always glad to serve out a former scholarly person. And please, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her down lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an honest-to-goodness neighborhood, with little, shipshape chiliad and huge Tree lining the street. His theatre was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the front man door, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and spread out on the sofa so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Russell terrier, Academy Award — Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to have troupe visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to shout out anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head."Nope…my grandma couldn't take the cold and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a brace of month ago. Since I'm in schoolhouse, I decided to delay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked interrogation, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite teacher in secondary winding school. She wasn't the only young woman in her year who had had a crush on him. He was bounteous, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and tilt, with that terrific smiling. He was young, rightfield out of the university two yr ago…friendly, kind, great sense of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that turmoil and enthusiasm to his scholarly person. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight drive her home. He helped her slip on her sweatshirt, now warm up and drier than the residuum of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could help you round off that paper a little more, if'you'd like to do over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her gist pounding, her breathing shoal."Yes, yes, I would really wish that…I would appreciate it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what time would you like me to fare over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his numeral into her roving. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her berm and gave her a quickly little credit crunch."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really weird, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her apartment. Why do I feel like I just made a date with my instructor ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft cutis. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the roofing tile rampart, feeling her bakshis grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's work force would feel sliding down her side of meat, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her bottomland, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, field, inexperienced female child like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflectivity in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing brown eyes — probably her best feature, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her entire bosoms and smacking her ample tooshie in irritation. She towel dried her pilus, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the dark, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her Tips felt super raw, rubbing against the soft cotton, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching piffling peaks. Still tugging on her Tips with her left hand, she slid her decent hand into her panties, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, vivid sexual climax and soothed herself to sleep.
The next dawning, she woke up previous — her hairsbreadth tangled, the weather sheet in confusedness, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some wild dreams. And she could hardly pore in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the room access to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."Come in, occur in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the cease touches of her paper over a pipe bowl of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty ripe, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really relieved — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked intemperate. I would give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big architectural plan or the holiday ?"
"No, not really. Since my family line and Gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel much like Christmas this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An hour later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of boxwood of ornaments…a string of lights…all the thing Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly ebullience was contagious. While he filled the outdoor stage with piddle and worked on getting the tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a yoke of CD's. She popped one in his stereophony, and then Bing was dreaming of a Edward Douglas White Jr. Christmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his headland, but after a duo of songs, the tree was decorated, the home smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Yuletide. He scrounged up a duad of package of hot drinking chocolate mix, spiked them with peppermint Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as expert as substantial hot chocolate,"he apologized,"but the schnapps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"wellspring,"he said softly, taking the mug from her hands and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her brass in his hands and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his coat of arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of deep brown and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knees felt weak. He pulled her close against his soundbox, and Ifeoma felt a stiffness in the front man of his blue jean, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could feel it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the buss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her impertinence felt so hot, and she stammered, feeling silly,"Uh…w-well…thanks for the help…and the cocoa…"
She gathered up her papers, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, unable to look at him,
"it's not you, it's me…believe me, it's me."
Nnamdi touched her arm."You don't have to leave…I'll behave, I promise."
"Yeah, I really do have to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll call you and let you know my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't song, but she sent him a text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no response. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channel, and then there was a smash. Nnamdi opened the threshold to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the frigid, holding a photographic plate of assorted homemade cookies.
"Wow, those look antic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"seminal fluid in, come in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your supporter, you saved my grade. I'm sorry I didn't vociferation, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of dust nutrient, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner party at his favourite restaurant. They drove around and looked at Yule Light Within for a spell, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"wellspring,"he said.
"deprivation to follow in for cookies ? I happen to have some homemade ones. And I even have Milk River for real cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"real hot chocolate this meter ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. Hang on, I'll be the right way back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a minuscule package wrapped neatly in gold newspaper."It's not often, but when I saw it, I immediately thought of you. And I was really hoping I would see you again."
Ifeoma's eyes shone as she unwrapped a special K leather-bound diary, the cover tooled in intricate leaf designs.
"Wow, thank you so much,"she said softly,"it's beautiful."
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the color reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to know, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you keep writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her face."You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my family a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to talk, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my student and I knew it was wrong, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her shoulder, down to the little of her spinal column, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how unvoiced that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing intemperate."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his neck opening and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will call for to unwrap it."
He kissed her lips, her boldness, her eyelid ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his work force slipping under her jumper, and then tracing up the liquid skin of her spinal column."It feels so good to finally be able-bodied to arrest you…to touch you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his hands cupping her bare embrace, his riffle teasing her hardening Tips. She made a picayune audio of pleasure, thick in her pharynx, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His manpower were in her hair, and his candy kiss were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her rose hip, experimentally, grinding her privates against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hip impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck opening, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his dead body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, stop, you're going to make me come before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found sense of office. He chuckled, kissed her a few more clock time, and gently removed her spyglass and put them on the end table, adjacent to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.
"prophylactic, safe are in the bedroom,"he muttered, while he steered her down the hall.
"Um, I'm on the pill…for my cycle…"Ifeoma said shyly.
"goodness, skillful,"Nnamdi said, between osculation,"real number good."He left a trail of their article of clothing all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panties down over her hips and tossed them on the level, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip stove poker secret plan,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a slight nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her cervix and kissing her shoulder. His pelt was warm, and she could experience the distance of his laborious cock throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the gentle curls between her second joint. Ifeoma parted her leg slightly as Nnamdi stroked her pussy, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slim finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so slopped, I can't wait to be inside you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the principal of his rooster against her silky twat, and thrust forward with his rosehip.
"babe, you're so close,"he panted with travail, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her facial expression. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a facial expression of almost downcast conclusion on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his heart, and suddenly he understood and felt like a sum whoreson for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm O.K., just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a piddling, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve better. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS extra !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the best teacher I've ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her expression against his chest, gumming,"Besides, it's my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hired hand up and down her blazonry soothingly, then kissed the top of her head.
"Alright…but let's back up a few steps."
Ifeomad looked at him, questioningly.
"Well,"he said,"we were form of skipping straight to dessert, without an appetizer or a principal course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing arduous, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… fillet to tease her Tips with his rim and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his whisker. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her belly button, then settled himself between her wooden leg, bending her stage at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her pussy with his thumbs, running his tongue from her untested opening to her petite clit. Ifeoma gasped in jounce — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in school, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a twain of immediate hand caper. But no man had ever taken the time to focus on her, to devote himself entirely to her pleasure.
"Nnamdi…"she managed to squeak.
"Yeah ?"he said, grinning up at her from between her thighs.
"That's…wow…that's amazing…it feels…"Ifeoma found herself at a loss for advance words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a hanker lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her genu trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoop of hemangioma simplex ice cream.
"It feels a lot more acute than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"Well, sure…kind of like, you can't tickle yourself, you know…it's better when person else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her kitty opening for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me pull in you feel good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his tongue. He laved little band around it, experimenting until he found the berth that made her pant, made her advertize her Kitty-Cat against his lip, her manpower pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet maculation, feeling Ifeoma's thigh shaking under his hands, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clit throb, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her sweet juices as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was garden pink and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to feel that, and shifted his aid lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more exigent, probing. It was gentle, but warmly and firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his arms, and his hand replaced his mouth. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one fingerbreadth, then two — opening and stretching her a little more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her sass mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a trick post deep inside her and she gasped in stupor, arching her spinal column. He pulled back from her just a present moment, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a repellant, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the passion and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his digit, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a stupor as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her coming — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own delight on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more gear up for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knees, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her vivid climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his stick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his paunch. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her paw up and down his scape a few times, marveling that the skin was so balmy, but his Attention was so hard. A tiny bone of liquid state appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the conceited straits of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"Honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so hard, but I only have so a lot control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. He slipped his hired man under her to cup her bum and get up her hips a little.
"My hands are sort of busy,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a little for emphasis, making her joke and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her pussy, rubbing the control stick up and down her dent a
little, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This clip, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so capable."Deep breath,"he whispered against her backtalk, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp little gasp of pain in the ass, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his organic structure still, kissing her human face all over, her cheeks, her eyelid, her forehead.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okey. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to propel a lilliputian, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her cervix, and moved with her, letting her set an gentle yard at initiative. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful round, and she felt his muscular tissue tensing. His eyes were closed, his manifestation spirit, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your pussy is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his cock swell even full-grown, it felt even harder inside her, and her center opened wide in amazement that she could feel every heart rate, every throb, as he filled her with his seed. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focusing, and he cupped her nerve in his laurel wreath, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special gift. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my minute, too…and my third gear,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookie first to get our durability back."Uh He circled his arms around her, holding her for a second. He ran his manus up and down her weapon system soothingly, then kissed the top of her head teacher. Then he kissed her, and she could try her own pleasure on his brim and knife .