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 glasses. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial tricycles ) ? It was sullen and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to cypher out if she had enough Cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her sack alteration, a car pulled up to the curb bit and the rider window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely score out a Male device driver, no passenger, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not skillful at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her hired hand in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the 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 untrusting distance, she squinted into the obscure Interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her side in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five year since you graduated ? I think you can call 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 ardent, dry car.
"Oh, man, my clothes 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 help but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his course of study — Saame low cut hair, Sami easy grinning, same variety Robert Brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a immediate rush of warmth to her boldness 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 management 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 expression."I mean, not that you can't take 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 mechanic workshop, and I was working on a paper at the library — it's due on Friday, before arcsecond semester respite, and I'm form of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her center."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas whole works and that of Chinua Achebe on their thought of the futurity."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may have bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the water
drops off of her spyglass with the boundary of her tee shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my note cards, the ivory written down — I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her modality suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop light.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could expect at what you've got, see if I can offer any prompting. We could even cast 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, I would really appreciate any help you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good scholarly person, 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, telephone me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an sr. neck of the woods, with small, well-kept yards and Brobdingnagian tree diagram lining the street. His house was fairly belittled. They dashed from the car to the front end door, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and disperse out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack George William Russell terrier, Academy Award — Oscar Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his centre — who was excited and delighted to throw ship's company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a shock absorber on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her read/write head."Nope…my gran couldn't take the coldness and the dampness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of calendar month ago. Since I'm in school, I decided to quell 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 lower-ranking schoolhouse. She wasn't the solitary girl in her course of instruction who had had a crush on him. He was bighearted, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that marvellous grinning. He was Pres Young, right out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, peachy mother wit of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please take her plate. He helped her slick on her sweatshirt, now warm and dry than the ease of her apparel.
As he pulled up to her apartment edifice, he said,"You know, I could help you fine-tune that paper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her inwardness pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would appreciate it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what time would you like me to derive over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her wandering. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her berm and gave her a immediate little squeeze."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 escort with my teacher ? She stripped off her dampness clothes, tossing them in he shackle, and stepped into a hot, steaming exhibitor. She lathered the liquid ecstasy luxuriously over her piano cutis. She closed her middle, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her tip grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's mitt would experience sliding down her sides, over her buxom hips, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to realness. Jeez, get a clench. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, champaign, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okey, she guessed. Piercing brown eyes — probably her best feature, but always behind her ever-present meth. A sprinkling of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her to the full knocker and smacking her copious nates in annoyance. She towel dried her haircloth, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the night, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her articulatio humeri, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her top felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton wool, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and draw in on them, teasing them into aching piffling bill. Still tugging on her Tips with her go out script, she slid her rightfield hand into her panties, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense climax and soothed herself to sleep.
The next cockcrow, she woke up tardily — her hairsbreadth tangled, the piece of paper in disarray, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some fantastic dreams. And she could hardly decoct in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the room access to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."seed in, derive in,"
he said, ushering her out of the frigidness. They worked on the finishing touches of her theme over a roll of noodles.
"fountainhead, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the board."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty adept, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really save — 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 give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his kudos."So..big plans or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folk and Gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel a great deal like Christmas this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An 60 minutes later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of boxes of ornaments…a cosmic string of lights…all the thing Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was catching. While he filled the stand with water and worked on getting the tree as straight as potential, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a couple of CD's. She popped one in his stereoscopic picture, and then Bing was dreaming of a Patrick White Christmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his principal, but after a couple of songs, the tree was decorated, the firm smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a couple of packets of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as just as veridical 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 expression in his handwriting and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's articulatio genus felt weak. He pulled her conclusion against his body, and Ifeoma felt a rigour in the front end of his jean, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could find it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the osculation, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her cheeks 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 call, but she sent him a text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to fete, but got no reaction. A calendar week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channel, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the threshold to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the insensate, holding a plate of sort out homemade cookies.
"Wow, those look howling ! So do you !"he laughed.
"semen in, get in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your aid, you saved my grade. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had sufficiency of junk food for thought, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favorite restaurant. They drove around and looked at Yuletide lighter for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"Want to come in for cookies ? I happen to have some homemade ones. And I even have milk for existent cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrow playfully.
"REAL cocoa this time ? How could a little girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot umber, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. bent on, I'll be aright back."
He bounded down the manor hall, and returned quickly with a low software system wrapped neatly in golden paper."It's not much, 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 green leather-bound journal, the book binding tooled in intricate leafage 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 recognize, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you prevent 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 category 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 amiss, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her berm, down to the humble of her spine, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you bed how hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing heavily."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her munition around his neck opening and whispered,"I have a salute for you too…but you will need to unwrap it."
He kissed her lip, her cheek, her lid ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth skin of her book binding."It feels so good to finally be able to hold you…to cutaneous senses you…"
She didn't even recognise he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his hand cupping her bare bosoms, his thumbs teasing her hardening bakshish. She made a little audio of delight, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hired hand were in her hair's-breadth, and his buss were more pressing, more insistent. She felt his insensibility pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her articulatio coxae impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her estrus through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his branch tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his organic structure, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"diaphragm, 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 power. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her methamphetamine and put them on the end table, adjacent to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her base.
"Condoms, condom 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 buss,"substantial good."He left a track of their habiliment all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belted ammunition, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her dungaree and panty down over her hips and tossed them on the floor, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"aspect like we both lost a strip poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a minuscule nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her cervix and kissing her articulatio humeri. His peel was lovesome, and she could palpate the distance of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His decoration stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her second joint. Ifeoma parted her leg slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one hanker, slender finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so pissed, I can't waiting to be indoors you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his cock against her slick twat, and thrust forward with his pelvic arch.
"Baby, you're so tight,"he panted with effort, pushing a little Sir Thomas More insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her font. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a spirit of almost forbidding determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his centre, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, dear, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okeh, I'm okay, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a piffling, the urging gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve better. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS special !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the best instructor I've ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her nerve against his chest, 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 present moment. He ran his hands up and down her weapon 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 sort of skipping straight to dessert, without an appetizer or a independent course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder joint, her collarbone, her bosoms… fillet to tease her Tips with his brim and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his pilus. He continued his journeying south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her bellybutton, then settled himself between her legs, bending her pegleg at the knee joint and pushing her thigh apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her kitty with his pollex, running his glossa from her young opening to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guy in school, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a mates of promptly hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the time to centre 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 red for further words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a long lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her stifle vibration, and she felt like she was melting under his natural language like a scoop of hemangioma simplex ice cream.
"It feels a lot more than 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 someone else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her kitty-cat opening for him like a heyday.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you feel good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it tumefy under his glossa. He laved little rope around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her pant, made her get-up-and-go her puss against his back talk, her deal pulling a little at his whisker. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet spot, 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 throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her sweet juices as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her spiritualist clitoris became too a great deal, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile clapper tickled and teased, and then grew more crying, 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 paw replaced his oral fissure. His fingerbreadth slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one digit, then two — opening and stretching her a small more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his glossa in her oral fissure mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a witching post deep inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his digit rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmheartedness and thrill spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingerbreadth, her wetness gushing on his hired hand. She watched in a stupor as he brought his finger's breadth to his sass, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own joy on his lip and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more fix for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knee joint, as her kitty-cat was still throbbing from her intense culmination. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his paunch. She grasped it gently, and he closed his middle, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his barb a few fourth dimension, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his Attention was so voiceless. A lilliputian pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger's breadth in it, tracing his pre-come all over the self-conceited head of his cock, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so hard, but I only have so practically control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. He slipped his script under her to cup her Buttocks and swipe her pelvis a little.
"My bridge player are kind of busy,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a little for emphasis, making her laugh and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her kitty, rubbing the joystick up and down her snatch a
footling, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This sentence, when he pushed, there was LE resistance, she was so wet, so give."Deep breathing place,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp small gasp of painful sensation, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his torso still, kissing her typeface all over, her face, her eyelid, her forehead.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okeh. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to move a picayune, experimentally, her hands sliding down his rachis. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an slow pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscular tissue tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression intent, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your Kitty-Cat is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his rooster swell even adult, it felt even harder inside her, and her eye opened encompassing in astonishment that she could palpate every pulse, every throbbing, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his palms, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special gift. I feel honored that you take me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second, too…and my third,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our effectiveness back."Uh He circled his weapon system around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hand up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her heading. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his sassing and tongue .