Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan forward over her middle, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her crank. Where are these ‘ KEKE’( commercial tricycles ) ? It was non-white 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 immediate payment for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket change, a car pulled up to the curb bit and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male person driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD … oh, not practiced, not good at all. Heart hammering, she stuffed her hands 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 & mdash ; 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 DoI 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 & mdash ; what ? five twelvemonth since you graduated ? I think you can call in me Nnamdi now. ” He leaned over to open the passenger door.
“ Sheesh, daughter, it’s pouring & mdash ; hop in ! ”
Ifeoma hesitated for only a here and now, 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 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 stratum & mdash ; same low cut hair, same easy smile, same kind brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a prompt rush of warmheartedness to her face as she remembered what a huge press 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 focus to her house.
He gave a low tin whistle. “ And you always take the keke, this late 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 shop, and I was working on a paper at the depository library & mdash ; it’s due on Friday, before secondment semester Break, and I’m kind of struggling with it. ”
“ Really ? What’s your topic ? ” Ifeoma rolled her middle. “ comparative degree analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their views of the time to come. ”
“ 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 eyeglasses with the border of her T-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie. “ I have the schema, all of my tone cards, the bones written down & mdash ; I’m just having a hard meter pulling it all together, you know, making it gel. ” She sighed, her mode 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 expect at what you’ve got, see if I can offer any trace. We could even flip 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 honorable 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 problem & mdash ; always glad to facilitate out a old student. And please, cry me Nnamdi. ”
Ifeoma bit her depress lip, shyly. “ okay … Nnamdi. Thanks. ”
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with small, well-kept curtilage and huge Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lining the street. His house was fairly modest. They dashed from the car to the movement threshold, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma’s hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and go around out on the lounge so she could sit down. He introduced her to his diddlysquat A.E. terrier, Academy Award & mdash ; Academy Award Wilde, named by a Friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his centre & mdash ; who was excited and delighted to possess ship's company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
“ Do you need to send for anyone to let them know you’ll be late ? ”
Ifeoma shook her head. “ Nope … my Gran couldn’t take the low temperature and the dampness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of months ago. Since I’m in school day, 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 short letter … and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite teacher in secondary school. She wasn’t the just girlfriend in her class who had had a crushed leather on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy kind of way & mdash ; marvellous and lean, with that rattling smile. He was untested, properly out of the university two years ago … friendly, sort, great sense of sense of humor & mdash ; but also vivid and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and ebullience to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her home. He helped her pillow slip on her sweatshirt, now fond 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 paper a little more, if’you’d like to total over again, maybe tomorrow ? ”
Ifeoma felt her heart throbbing, her breathing shallow. “ Yes, yes, I would really like that … I would prize it … um, I get my car out of the shop in the good afternoon … what clock time would you like me to come over ? ”
They agreed about 6:00 would be upright. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his bit into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a speedy little wring. “ 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 escort with my instructor ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he bond, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft peel. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the roofing tile rampart, feeling her confidential information grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi’s hands would feel sliding down her face, over her busty coxa, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her closer as he …
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, champaign, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her observation in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hairsbreadth … that was okay, she guessed. Piercing Robert Brown eyes & mdash ; probably her dependable feature of speech, but always behind her ever-present drinking glass. A strewing of freckle & mdash ; not every guy likes those. And there’s just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her full phase of the moon bosoms and smacking her copious Buttocks in irritation. She towel dried her hair, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the wickedness, tossing and turning, thinking about the piddling liquidity crisis Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her steer felt super medium, rubbing against the cushy cotton, and she brought her hands up under the screening to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching little peaks. Still tugging on her Tips with her left hand, she slid her right hired man into her panties, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense orgasm and soothed herself to sleep.
The next aurora, she woke up late & mdash ; her hair tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her pantie 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 room access to a shivering Ifeoma on his front man K. “ Come in, arrive in, ”
he said, ushering her out of the coldness. They worked on the stop touch sensation of her paper over a pipe bowl of noodles.
“ Well, that was fun, ” Nnamdi said, clearing the mesa. “ How do you find about it ? ”
“ Pretty good, actually. ” Ifeoma admitted.
“ And really relieved & mdash ; I didn’t think I would ever polish off it … wow, and it’s only 7:30 ! ” She looked amazed.
“ Yep, you worked laborious. I would give you an A. ”
She smiled shyly at his praise. “ So..big plans or the holidays ? ”
“ No, not really. Since my folks and grandmother moved away, it’s just me, ” she sighed.
“ I can connect, ” Nnamdi said, nodding.
“ Doesn’t feel much like Christmastime 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 outdoor stage … a couple of boxes of ornaments … a cosmic string of lights … all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was contractable. While he filled the stand with water and worked on getting the tree diagram 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 system, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Christmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his psyche, but after a couple of strain, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine, and he had to acknowledge, it really felt more like Yule. He scrounged up a couple of packets of hot chocolate mix, spiked them with Eucalyptus amygdalina Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
“ Not as good as material cocoa, ” 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 font in his hand and kissed her gently. When she didn’t protest, he wrapped his implements of war around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of deep brown and peppermint, and Ifeoma’s articulatio genus felt weak. He pulled her last against his consistence, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the forepart 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 newspaper publisher, 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 go out … I’ll behave, I promise. ”
“ Yeah, I really do have to go … category in themorning. Listen, I’ll call you and let you know my ground level, ok ? ”
Ifeoma didn’t call, but she sent him a text message, “ I got an A & mdash ; thanks for all your helper ! ”
He texted back, asking her over to keep, but got no reception. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmastide Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channel, and then there was a smash. Nnamdi opened the doorway to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks garden pink with the low temperature, holding a photographic plate of assorted homemade cookies.
“ Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you ! ” he laughed.
“ come in, come in … ”
“ I just wanted to thank you for all your helper, you saved my degree. I’m sorry I didn’t name, I just & ndash ; ”
“ Don’t worry about it, you don’t need to excuse anything, ” he assured her.
They’d had enough of rubble food, so Nnamdi took her out for a substantial dinner party at his favored eating house. They drove around and looked at Christmas visible radiation for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi’s driveway.
“ wellspring, ” he said.
“ lack to make out in for cookies ? I happen to experience some homemade ones. And I even have Milk for real number cocoa. ” He wiggled his brow playfully.
“ REAL cocoa this clip ? How could a girl resist ? ” Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma’s Christmas Day CD’s and telling report. Suddenly, Nnamdi said, “ Hey, I almost forgot & mdash ; I got a giving for you. bent on, I’ll be right back. ”
He bounded down the dorm, and returned quickly with a small bundle wrapped neatly in gold 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 heart shone as she unwrapped a K 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 & mdash ; the coloring reminded me of your eyes. ”
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat. “ I just wanted you to know, you are a gifted writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you go along writing. ”
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her typeface. “ You know, I have to squeal something. When you were in my form a mates of years ago, you were what & mdash ; eighteen ? ” She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, feeling like she could barely breathe.
“ wellspring, ” 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 manus slid from her shoulder, down to the small of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, “ I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how surd that was forme ? ”
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard. “ Yeah, yeah, I do. ” She slipped her subdivision around his neck and whispered, “ I have a present for you too … but you will need to break it. ”
He kissed her rim, her cheeks, her palpebra ; he nuzzled her neck opening and his back talk was so warm.
“ Ifeoma, baby … ” he murmured, his men slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth skin of her back. “ It feels so respectable to finally be able to concur you … to touch you … ”
She didn’t even substantiate he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to experience his hands cupping her bare heart, his thumbs teasing her hardening Tips. She made a little sound of pleasure, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His paw were in her hair, and his kisses were more pressing, more insistent. She felt his harshness 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 hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her oestrus through her dungaree. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck opening, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a chill run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
“ Stop, god, stop, you’re going to make me fare before I’m even inside you ! ”
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found signified of mogul. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her glass and put them on the end mesa, next to his. Then he grabbed her hired hand and pulled her to her human foot.
“ condom, rubber 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.
“ commodity, good, ” Nnamdi said, between kisses, “ tangible good. ” He left a trail of their wear all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his bash, their shoes and windsock … when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panty down over her rosehip and tossed them on the trading floor, and his blue jean followed in the heap.
“ Looks like we both lost a airstrip poker biz, ” he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck opening and kissing her shoulder. His skin was quick, and she could feel the length of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His medal stroked down her belly to the soft Robert Floyd Curl Jr. between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one foresighted, slim digit into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
“ You’re so wet, so tight, I can’t wait to be privileged you. ” He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her slickness cunt, and thrust forward with his hips.
“ Baby, you’re so pie-eyed, ” he panted with travail, pushing a little more insistently … and met resistance … His eyes searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look 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, beloved, you’ve never done this before ? ”
She looked at him pleadingly. “ It’s okay, I’m sanction, just do it, please … ”
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone. “ No, infant, not hurried like this.
You deserve undecomposed. I didn’t know. You deserve something special. ”
“ This IS especial ! ” Ifeoma insisted.
“ Nnamdi … you’re the best teacher I’ve ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you. ”
She buried her human face against his dresser, mumbling, “ Besides, it’s my Yuletide present for you. I want you to be my first. ”
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a second. He ran his hands up and down her munition 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 to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course. ”
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing heavily, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her cervix, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms … stopping to tease her Tips with his backtalk and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her belly button, then settled himself between her legs, bending her peg at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His breathing spell was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumbs, running his tongue from her young opening night to her diminutive clit. Ifeoma gasped in jar & mdash ; no one had ever done this to her before. She’d made out with a few guys in school, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of quick hand occupation. But no man had ever taken the time to focus on her, to give 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 departure for further words.
“ Nice ? ” he murmured, giving her a long lick.
“ Ohhhh god, ” Ifeoma groaned, her knees trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a pocket of strawberry ice cream.
“ It feels a lot more acute than when I … you know … self-service, ” she finished, embarrassed.
“ wellspring, sure … sort of like, you can’t tickle yourself, you know … it’s punter when someone else makes you feel good. ” He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat curtain raising for him like a flower.
“ Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me progress to you find good … ” He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his natural language. He laved fiddling roundabout around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her pant, made her tug her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her helping hand pulling a little at his whisker. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet-scented slur, feeling Ifeoma’s thighs shaking under his hands, while she moaned, “ Yes … yesss … oh Nnamdi … right there … I’m so tight … ” He felt her clit throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a ebullition of her sweet juices as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was garden pink and golden and fuzzy … and just when Nnamdi’s attention to her sore button became too a lot, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His spry tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gruntle, but warm up and house, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something magnanimous, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his arms, and his hand replaced his backtalk. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet & mdash ; first one finger's breadth, then two & mdash ; orifice and stretching her a little to a greater extent. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her school principal was spinning, his tongue in her mouthpiece mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a magic place deep inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her backrest. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently delight with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his digit, her wetness gushing on his bridge player. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingerbreadth to his rima oris, tasting her sexual climax & mdash ; then he kissed her, and she could sample her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
“ Now, ” he said softly, “ I think you are more ready for me. ” He rolled on top of her, nudging her stage apart with his knee, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her intense climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her handwriting up and down his shaft of light a few times, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his Attention was so hard. A tiny pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her digit in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen straits of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
“ Honey, please, ” he groaned, “ I’m trying so difficult, 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 nose. He slipped his men under her to cup her seat and plagiarize her hips a little.
“ My hands are kind of busy, ” he said, squeezing her brass a picayune 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 slit a
little, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This metre, when he pushed, there was LE electrical resistance, she was so wet, so open. “ trench breath, ” he whispered against her brim, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp piddling gasp of botheration, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her face all over, her boldness, her eyelid, her forehead.
“ Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ? ” he asked, concerned.
“ I … I think it’s okay. I think … it’s estimable … ” Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to move a fiddling, experimentally, her hands sliding down his rachis. He buried his nerve against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an promiscuous pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression intent, and through clenched teeth he growled, “ Yesss … beep … your puss is so hot, so sweet … Ifeoma, baby … I’m going to issue forth … ”
She felt his rooster swell even openhanded, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide in amazement that she could feel every pulse rate, every pounding, as he filled her with his ejaculate. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his palm, 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 strength back. ” Uh He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. 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 pleasure on his backtalk and tongue.