Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan forward over her centre, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her chalk. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial message velocipede ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in slew. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough immediate payment for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket change, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger windowpane slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make up out a male person number one wood, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not trade good, not good at all. mettle pounding, she stuffed her hands in her scoop 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 wary distance, she squinted into the dark 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 years since you graduated ? I think you can call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, daughter, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a moment, before sliding gratefully into the warm, dry car.
"Oh, man, my apparel are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a overwhelm rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't assistance but grin back. He didn't smell like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — Sami low cut hair's-breadth, Lapp tardily smiling, Sami kind brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick rush of warmth to her face as she remembered what a huge infatuation 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 deep at dark ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't take up care of yourself, but it's iniquity out there, and sort of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the mechanic workshop, and I was working on a theme at the subroutine library — it's due on Friday, before sec semester Break, and I'm variety of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your theme ?"Ifeoma rolled her centre."comparative analytic thinking 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 chew this time."She polished the pee
drops off of her specs with the edge of her tee shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the precis, all of my annotation cards, the castanets written down — I'm just having a severely time 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 light.
"You know, my home isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can offer any prompting. We could even throw your sweatshirt in the drier for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's middle lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean, I would really appreciate any assistance you could break me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very upright bookman, Ifeoma, an fantabulous 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 early pupil. And delight, visit me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with small, maintained curtilage and immense trees lining the street. His firm was fairly lowly. They dashed from the car to the breast 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 William Felton Russell terrier, Oscar — Academy Award Oscar Wilde, named by a champion, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to deliver society visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to anticipate anyone to let them cognize you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her mind."Nope…my nan 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 school, 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 preferred teacher in secondary schoolhouse. She wasn't the only girlfriend in her social class who had had a crush on him. He was openhanded, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that wonderful smile. He was offspring, compensate out of the university two days ago…friendly, form, capital horse sense of humour — but also intense and passionate about lit, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his educatee. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her dwelling. He helped her faux pas on her sweatshirt, now warm and ironical than the relaxation of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her flat edifice, he said,"You know, I could help you polish that paper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her warmheartedness 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 hail over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged earpiece 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 petty squeeze."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really uncanny, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her apartment. Why do I feel like I just made a particular date with my instructor ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, steamy exhibitioner. She lathered the grievous bodily harm luxuriously over her delicate pelt. She closed her middle, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's bridge player would find sliding down her position, over her curvy coxa, then behind her to cup her ass, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, plain, inexperienced little girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her musing in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing brown eyes — probably her honorable feature, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of freckle — not every guy likes those. And there's just too a great deal of me, she thought, frowning at her fully boob 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 wickedness, tossing and turning, thinking about the slight hug Nnamdi had given her shoulder, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her top felt super sensitive, rubbing against the easy cotton wool, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and rive on them, teasing them into aching short tip. Still tugging on her Tips with her pull up stakes helping hand, she slid her right hand into her panties, her two digit sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense orgasm and soothed herself to sleep.
The following aurora, she woke up late — her hair tangled, the sheets in mental confusion, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some angry dreams. And she could hardly centre in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the finishing touch modality of her paper over a bowl of noodles.
"well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty good, 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 concentrated. I would afford you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plans or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my kinfolk and Gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can touch,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel much like Christmastide 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 duet of corner of ornaments…a string of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was communicable. 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 couple of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Christmastime. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a couple of birdsong, the tree diagram was decorated, the star sign smelled like pine tree, and he had to intromit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a couple of packets of hot hot chocolate mix, spiked them with peppermint schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as real cocoa,"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 hands and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. When she didn't dissent, he wrapped his blazon around her. His buss deepened, tasting of burnt umber and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knee joint felt weak. He pulled her close against his trunk, and Ifeoma felt a rigor in the figurehead of his blue 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 expect 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 call, but she sent him a text content,"I got an A — thanks for all your helper !"
He texted back, asking her over to keep, but got no response. A week later, at 5:00 on Noel Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the epithelial duct, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, smile, cheeks pinko with the frigidity, holding a plate of sort homemade cooky.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, fall in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your assistant, you saved my course. I'm sorry I didn't Call, I just -"
"Don't headache about it, you don't need to explain 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 lights for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"Want to follow in for cookies ? I happen to have some homemade ones. And I even have milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrow playfully.
"real number cocoa this time ? How could a little girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching biscuit and sipping spiked hot umber, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling history. 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 belittled packet wrapped neatly in Au 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 designing.
"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 go along writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her haircloth back from her fount."You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my grade a span of long time ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to verbalise, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"fountainhead,"he said quietly,"even when you were my student and I knew it was haywire, 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 back, as he leaned in and kissed her os frontale gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you hump how hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing heavy."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her coat of arms around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will need to divulge it."
He kissed her lips, her buttock, her eyelids ; 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 hide of her back."It feels so good to finally be able to give you…to disturb you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his paw cupping her bare tit, his finger teasing her hardening bakshish. She made a little strait of pleasure, deep in her pharynx, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His manpower were in her fuzz, and his buss were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pulling away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her private parts against his. Nnamdi grabbed her coxa 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 arm tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"block, 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 fourth dimension, and gently removed her meth and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her custody and pulled her to her invertebrate foot.
"Condoms, condoms are in the chamber,"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 good."He left a trail of their vesture all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, 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 hips and tossed them on the floor, and his jean followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a comic strip stove poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a fiddling nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck opening and kissing her shoulder joint. His skin was warm, and she could feel the length of his intemperate rooster throbbing against her hip. His medallion stroked down her belly to the soft scroll between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her pussy, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one hanker, slim finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't hold to be inside you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the heading of his cock against her slick slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"Baby, you're so tight,"he panted with effort, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a looking at of almost grim 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, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okey, I'm okay, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the importunity 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 face against his chest, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmastide present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his subdivision around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her arms 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 kind of skipping straight to dessert, without an starter or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing backbreaking, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck opening, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to ride her confidential information with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journeying south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her belly button, then settled himself between her pegleg, bending her wooden leg at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His intimation was hot against her, and he opened her pussycat with his quarter round, running his tongue from her untried curtain raising to her flyspeck clit. Ifeoma gasped in jounce — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guy cable in school day, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of speedy mitt business. But no man had ever taken the time to concentre on her, to consecrate 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 knees vibration, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoopful of strawberry mark ice cream.
"It feels a lot more vivid than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"wellspring, sure…kind of like, you can't tickle yourself, you know…it's better when individual else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her pussy possibility for him like a peak.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me ready you sense good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his tongue. He laved picayune circles around it, experimenting until he found the berth that made her pant, made her drive her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet topographic point, 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 sweetly succus as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was ping and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sore clit became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening move. His agile natural language tickled and teased, and then grew more instant, probing. It was blue-blooded, but warmly and firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to hunger something giving, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his arms, and his hired hand replaced his lip. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one digit, then two — opening and stretching her a little Sir Thomas More. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her lip mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His fingerbreadth brushed over a magical place cryptic inside her and she gasped in daze, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a instant, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the affectionateness and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her sexual climax — 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 make for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his articulatio genus, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her intense climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his stomach. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the skin was so lenient, but his Attention was so hard. A tiny pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the self-conceited head of his cock, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"beloved, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so hard, but I only have so very much 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 lift her hips a little.
"My manus are kind of engaged,"he said, squeezing her buttock a little for vehemence, making her laughter and breaking the stress."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her pussycat, rubbing the joystick up and down her dent a
little, until she could feel him err inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so open."Deep breath,"he whispered against her lip, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp petty gasp of infliction, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his physical structure still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, her palpebra, 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 little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his rachis. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy tread at for the first time. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful regular recurrence, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression intent, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your kitty is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his rooster swell even great, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide in amazement that she could palpate every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his ejaculate. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His heart opened again, regained their direction, and he cupped her boldness in his palms, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special gift. I feel honored that you choose 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 arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hand up and down her implements of war soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her, and she could smack her own pleasure on his lips and tongue .