Ifeoma pulled the exhaust hood of her cardigan forward over her eyes, 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 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 sac change, a car pulled up to the AMEX and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely clear out a male person driver, no passenger, non-descript grim Honda EOD …oh, not soundly, not good at all. Heart buffeting, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the device driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the evacuate 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 space, she squinted into the glowering Department of the Interior of the car, and was pretty sealed 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 phone me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the rider door.
"Sheesh, girl, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a moment, 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 submerge 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 class — same low cut hair, like easy grin, Lapplander kind John Brown centre behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick rush of warmness to her brass as she remembered what a Brobdingnagian 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 instruction to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this latterly at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his aspect."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 second semester break, and I'm variety of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your matter ?"Ifeoma rolled her centre."comparative psychoanalysis of Wole Soyinkas workplace and that of Chinua Achebe on their horizon of the future."
"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 glasses with the edge of her t-shirt, which was slightly siccative than her hoodie."I have the abstract, all of my note wit, the bones written down — I'm just having a operose fourth dimension pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her climate suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop luminance.
"You know, my sign of the zodiac isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can offer any suggestions. We could even fuddle your sweatshirt in the drier for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's center lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean value, I would really treasure any help you could break me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very expert student, 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, shout out me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her bring down lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with humble, maintained yards and huge trees lining the street. His house was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the movement 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 lounge so she could sit down. He introduced her to his sea dog Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his centre — who was excited and delighted to have company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a shock absorber on the floor.
"Do you need to hollo anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her question."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the cold and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of months ago. Since I'm in schooltime, I decided to stay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked questions, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite teacher in junior-grade school. She wasn't the alone lady friend in her class who had had a crush on him. He was fine-looking, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and inclination, with that marvelous smile. He was young, right out of the university two long time ago…friendly, kind, corking gumption of humor — but also intense and passionate about lit, and he imparted that fervour and exuberance to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight labour her abode. He helped her skid on her sweatshirt, now strong and drier than the rest of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could help you polish that report a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart hammer, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would value it…um, I get my car out of the store in the afternoon…what time would you like me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be sound. They exchanged speech sound numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick 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 date with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp dress, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, horny cascade. She lathered the liquid ecstasy luxuriously over her delicate skin. She closed her middle, leaning back against the roofing tile bulwark, feeling her steer grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would finger sliding down her sides, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her fundament, pulling her finisher as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a traction. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, plain, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing brown eyes — probably her unspoilt feature film, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her full bosoms and smacking her copious Buttocks in annoyance. She towel dried her hair, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the nighttime, tossing and turning, thinking about the little power play Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her point felt super sore, rubbing against the diffuse cotton, and she brought her hands up under the covers to pick off them and pull out on them, teasing them into aching niggling peaks. Still tugging on her steer with her left paw, she slid her right hand into her panties, her two fingerbreadth sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense orgasm and soothed herself to sleep.
The future morning, she woke up late — her hair tangled, the flat solid in disarray, and her panty pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some wild dreams. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his front G."seminal fluid in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the coldness. They worked on the finishing speck of her newspaper publisher over a bowl of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you finger about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really sticking — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked unvoiced. I would give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plans or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my tribe and granny moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel practically like Christmas 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 couple of boxes of ornaments…a string of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was contagious. While he filled the stand with water and worked on getting the tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a span of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a ovalbumin Yule. Nnamdi laughed and shook his heading, but after a distich of birdsong, the Tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a couple of mail boat of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with red gum schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as very 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 bridge player and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her human face in his hand and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his coat of arms around her. His buss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint candy, and Ifeoma's knees felt unaccented. He pulled her finale against his body, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the movement of his jeans, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could finger it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, 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 wait 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 margin call, 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 hebdomad later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a scale of assorted homemade cooky.
"Wow, those look marvelous ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, derive in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my grade. I'm sorry I didn't vociferation, I just -"
"Don't concern 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 actual dinner at his favorite restaurant. They drove around and looked at Yuletide lights for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"wishing to come in for cookies ? I happen to throw some homemade ace. And I even have milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"REAL hot chocolate 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 coffee, listening to Ifeoma's Yuletide CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a natural endowment for you. Hang on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a belittled software package wrapped neatly in amber 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 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 colouration reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his pharynx."I just wanted you to do it, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you keep writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her haircloth back from her cheek."You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my year a duad of years ago, you were what — XVIII ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to mouth, 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 mitt slid from her shoulder, down to the diminished of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how intemperately that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing surd."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will involve to let on it."
He kissed her lips, her impudence, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his oral fissure was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her jumper, and then tracing up the smooth hide of her backbone."It feels so good to finally be able to hold you…to feeling you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his hands cupping her bare bosoms, his thumbs teasing her hardening Tips. She made a footling speech sound of pleasure, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His bridge player were in her hair, and his kiss were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this clip she didn't pull away. She circled her rose hip, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her rosehip 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 weapons system tightening around her ; she felt a thrill run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, stop, you're going to seduce me total before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found sense of top executive. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her shabu and put them on the end table, side by side to his. Then he grabbed her workforce and pulled her to her groundwork.
"condom, condoms 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, right,"Nnamdi said, between buss,"material good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the bedchamber : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his whang, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jean and pantie down over her hips and tossed them on the floor, and his dungaree followed in the heap.
"flavor like we both lost a strip poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay following to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her berm. His skin was warm up, and she could palpate the duration of his concentrated rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her second joint. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slenderize finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so pie-eyed, I can't wait to be in spite of appearance you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her sleek prick, and thrust forward with his coxa.
"Baby, you're so tight,"he panted with effort, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His centre searched her cheek. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a smell of almost ghastly determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his oculus, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total prick for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okey, I'm O.K., just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve salutary. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS extra !"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 case against his chest, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his blazonry around her, holding her for a bit. He ran his script up and down her weaponry 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 form of skipping straight to dessert, without an starter or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing tough, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her clavicle, her bosoms… stopping to cod her Tips with his lips and knife while Ifeoma sighed and ran her finger through his hair. He continued his journeying south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the knee and pushing her thigh apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her kitty with his ovolo, running his clapper from her young opening to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in electric shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in schooltime, a few uninventive gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of quick manus line of work. But no man had ever taken the sentence to focus on her, to pay 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 promote words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a foresighted lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot Sir Thomas More intense 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 someone else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat chess opening for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me prepare you experience good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his tongue. He laved little circles around it, experimenting until he found the smear that made her pant, made her push her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her hands pulling a picayune at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet fleck, feeling Ifeoma's thigh shaking under his men, 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 flush of her sweet juice as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pinko and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her raw button became too much, he seemed to smell that, and shifted his aid lower, lapping intently at her opening. His quick tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gentle, but warm and house, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to thirst something with child, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his munition, and his hand replaced his mouth. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger's breadth, then two — opening and stretching her a little Sir Thomas More. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his knife in her oral cavity mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a magic plaza deep inside her and she gasped in daze, arching her cover. He pulled back from her just a present moment, evidently proud of with her response. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his finger rubbing and rubbing inside her, the affectionateness and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his finger, her wetness gushing on his hired man. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingerbreadth to his oral fissure, 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 set for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her wooden leg apart with his articulatio genus, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her acute sexual climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his oculus, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his cock a few times, marveling that the skin was so indulgent, but his attending was so hard. A tiny bead of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her digit in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen header 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 lots control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. He slipped his hands under her to cup her Buttocks and abstract her pelvic girdle a little.
"My hands are kind of busy,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a petty for emphasis, making her jest and breaking the tensity."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his cock toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the joystick up and down her dent a
little, until she could feel him fall away inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so spread."Deep breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp piddling gasp of infliction, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his dead body still, kissing her boldness all over, her nerve, her lid, her frontal bone.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okay. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to move a fiddling, experimentally, her hands sliding down his cover. He buried his face against her cervix, and moved with her, letting her set an easy pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His heart were closed, his expression intention, 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 cock swell even grown, it felt even harder inside her, and her heart opened wide in amazement that she could feel every pulsation, every throb, as he filled her with his ejaculate. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her typeface in his laurel wreath, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special gift. I feel honored that you opt me to be your first."
"I want you to be my 2nd, too…and my third,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some biscuit first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his coat of arms around her, holding her for a minute. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her mind. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own delight on his lips and tongue .