Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan forward over her heart, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her methamphetamine hydrochloride. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial tricycle ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket modification, a car pulled up to the kerb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male driver, no passenger, non-descript patrician Honda EOD …oh, not honest, not good at all. pump throbbing, she stuffed her men in her scoop and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the abandon street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her caterpillar tread and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a untrusting space, she squinted into the dark interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her English in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five years since you graduated ? I think you can yell me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, girl, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a import, before sliding gratefully into the warm, dry car.
"Oh, man, my clothes are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a drown rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't avail but grin back. He didn't feeling like he'd changed at all since she was in his course of instruction — Saame low cut tomentum, Same slowly grinning, same kind Robert Brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glass. She felt a spry rush of warmth to her face as she remembered what a huge jam 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 focussing to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this late at night ?"He glanced over quickly, vexation on his grimace."I mean, not that you can't remove care of yourself, but it's dark out there, and kind of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the grease monkey workshop, and I was working on a paper at the library — it's due on Friday, before second semester Break, and I'm form of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."relative analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their views of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may have bit off more than I could jaw this time."She polished the urine
drops off of her field glass with the edge of her t-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my eminence cards, the pearl written down — I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a point light.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can propose any suggestions. We could even hold your sweatshirt in the dryer for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's eyes lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean value, I would really treasure any avail you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very dependable educatee, Ifeoma, an excellent writer. I'm looking forward to reading what you have done so far."
Ifeoma blushed, and looked out the window,
"Thanks Mr. Amadi."
He glanced at her again, quickly, then turned right, on to a street."No trouble — always glad to help out a former student. And please, scream me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her down in the mouth lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with pocket-sized, well-kept yards and huge Tree lining the street. His theatre was fairly diminished. They dashed from the car to the breast doorway, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and unfold out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to have fellowship visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to ring anyone to let them lie with you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her psyche."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the cold and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a mates of calendar month ago. Since I'm in school, I decided to stick in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked doubt, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her front-runner instructor in secondary schooltime. She wasn't the only girl in her class who had had a crush on him. He was well-favored, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that wonderful grin. He was immature, right-hand out of the university two old age ago…friendly, variety, gravid sentience of humor — but also vivid and passionate about literature, and he imparted that upheaval and enthusiasm to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her home. He helped her skid on her sweatshirt, now warm and drier than the rest of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment construction, he said,"You know, I could help you down that paper a little more, if'you'd like to occur over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart pounding, her breathing shoal."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would appreciate it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what clip would you care me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone act, and Ifeoma programmed his figure into her peregrine. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick picayune squeeze."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really Wyrd, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her flat. Why do I feel like I just made a date with my teacher ? She stripped off her moistness clothes, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, steamy cascade. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft peel. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the roofing tile paries, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's deal would palpate sliding down her sides, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her behind, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to realism. Jeez, get a hairgrip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, champaign, inexperienced girlfriend like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing John Brown eye — probably her best feature of speech, but always behind her ever-present trash. A scattering of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too often of me, she thought, frowning at her full moon bosom and smacking her ample Buttocks 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 liquidity crisis Nnamdi had given her articulatio humeri, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her Tips felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton, and she brought her hands up under the cover version to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching little acme. Still tugging on her Tips with her exit hand, she slid her right manus into her pantie, her two digit sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, vivid orgasm and soothed herself to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up previous — her fuzz tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her panty pushed halfway down her thigh. She'd evidently had some angry dreams. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the room access to a shivering Ifeoma on his front end yard."semen in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the frigidness. They worked on the finish up touches of her newspaper publisher over a pipe bowl of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the mesa."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty trade good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really projecting — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked hard. I would render you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plans or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and granny moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can tie in,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel much like Xmas this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An hr later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a duad of box seat of ornaments…a string of lights…all the affair Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was catching. While he filled the standstill with weewee and worked on getting the tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a brace of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a Caucasian Christmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a dyad of songs, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a dyad of packet boat of hot chocolate mix, spiked them with peppermint gum schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as beneficial as very drinking chocolate,"he apologized,"but the Schnapps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"well,"he said softly, taking the mug from her mitt and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her aspect in his hands and kissed her gently. When she didn't protestation, he wrapped his weapon system around her. His osculation deepened, tasting of burnt umber and peppermint gum, and Ifeoma's stifle felt weak. He pulled her last against his body, and Ifeoma felt a harshness in the front end of his jeans, 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 impudence 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, ineffective to depend 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 cry you and let you know my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't cry, but she sent him a text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your supporter !"
He texted back, asking her over to fete, but got no answer. A week later, at 5:00 on Dec 25 Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the duct, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pinko with the frigidity, holding a plateful of assorted homemade cookie.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"ejaculate in, come in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your assist, you saved my class. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't vexation about it, you don't need to excuse anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of junk food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favorite restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas luminosity for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"fountainhead,"he said.
"Want to come in for cookies ? I happen to have some homemade ones. And I even have milk for real number cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"real cocoa this time ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the Tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot drinking chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling story. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. Hang on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a minuscule package wrapped neatly in gold paper."It's not a great deal, 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 unripe leather-bound daybook, the covering 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 coloring reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to sleep together, 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 fink something. When you were in my social class a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"Well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my student and I knew it was unseasonable, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her articulatio humeri, down to the small of her rachis, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his cervix and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will need to unwrap it."
He kissed her lips, her face, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck opening and his sassing was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his work force slipping under her jumper, and then tracing up the smooth peel of her rear."It feels so unspoiled to finally be able to withstand you…to touch you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to palpate his deal cupping her bare bosoms, his riffle teasing her hardening top. She made a niggling sound of delight, oceanic abyss in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His paw were in her hair, and his kiss were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his ruggedness pressed up against her, but this fourth dimension she didn't drag away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her pelvis impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her warmth through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck opening, his coat of arms tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"stay, god, stop, you're going to make me amount 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 meter, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end tabular array, future to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.
"Condoms, prophylactic 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.
"Good, good,"Nnamdi said, between kiss,"real number good."He left a track of their clothing all the way to the bedroom : her perspirer, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoe and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panties down over her hip and tossed them on the floor, and his dungaree followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a airstrip fire hook game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay following to Ifeoma, nuzzling her cervix and kissing her shoulder. His peel was warm, and she could find the distance of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm tree stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her stage slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slim finger into her curtain raising. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't wait to be inside you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her slick pussy, and thrust forward with his hips.
"Baby, you're so tight,"he panted with campaign, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His centre searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost blue determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his heart, and suddenly he understood and felt like a add up bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm okeh, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve meliorate. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS peculiar !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the comfortably instructor I've ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her brass against his bureau, mumbling,"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 hands up and down her coat of arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her head.
"Alright…but let's back up a few steps."
Ifeomad looked at him, questioningly.
"fountainhead,"he said,"we were sort of skipping straight person to dessert, without an appetiser or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing laborious, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her clavicle, her bosoms… stopping to tease her crest with his lips and spit while Ifeoma sighed and ran her finger's breadth through his whisker. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel point, then settled himself between her peg, bending her pegleg at the knee and pushing her second joint apart. His intimation was hot against her, and he opened her puss with his thumbs, running his tongue from her untried gap to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in stupor — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guy wire in school, a few uninventive gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a twosome of quick hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the meter to sharpen on her, to dedicate 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 passing for further words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a tenacious lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees palpitation, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more intense than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"Well, sure…kind of like, you can't tickling yourself, you know…it's better when person else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her pussy opening for him like a prime.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you palpate good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his glossa. He laved slight circles around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her gasp, made her push her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her manpower pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that perfumed spot, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his hands, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clit throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her sweet juices as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was tap and lucky and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her tender button became too a lot, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His quick tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gentle, but affectionate and house, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to thirst something magnanimous, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her torso, cradling her in his arms, and his hand replaced his backtalk. His finger slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a little more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her mouth mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a magic trick place deep inside her and she gasped in blow, arching her spinal column. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently delight with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingerbreadth rubbing and rubbing inside her, the fondness and chill spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingerbreadth, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a daze as he brought his finger to his mouth, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his rim and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more make 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 joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his heart, breathing shallowly. She stroked her paw up and down his cock a few clock time, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his Attention was so hard. A tiny ivory of liquidity appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen head of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"love, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so voiceless, but I only have so much control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her olfactory organ. He slipped his hands under her to cup her Buttocks and repeal her hips a little.
"My manpower are form of officious,"he said, squeezing her nerve a little for emphasis, making her jape and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her pussycat, rubbing the joystick up and down her incision a
little, until she could feel him luxate inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so undetermined."Deep breath,"he whispered against her back talk, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a tart lilliputian gasp of hurting, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, her lid, her os frontale.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okay. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her weaponry around his cervix. She began to move a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an tardily pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm method of birth control, and she felt his musculus tensing. His center were closed, his aspect intent, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your puss is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his rooster swell even bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her oculus opened wide-eyed in amazement that she could feel every pulsation, every throb, as he filled her with his seminal fluid. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focusing, and he cupped her boldness in his palms, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special gift. I feel honored that you select me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second, too…and my thirdly,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cooky first to get our enduringness back."Uh He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his workforce up and down her weaponry soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own joy on his backtalk and lingua .