Ifeoma pulled the hood of her Cardigan Welsh corgi forward over her optic, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her drinking glass. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial tricycles ) ? It was benighted and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to forecast out if she had adequate cash 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 out a male driver, no rider, non-descript dingy Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. mettle pounding, she stuffed her manpower in her sack 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 shadow Department of the Interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her English in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five geezerhood since you graduated ? I think you can phone me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to spread out the passenger 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 expression like he'd changed at all since she was in his grade — same low cut fuzz, Saami easy smile, same variety brown eye behind studious wire-rimmed trash. She felt a quick rush of warmness to her look as she remembered what a immense 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 directions to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this late at night ?"He glanced over quickly, business organization on his human face."I mean, not that you can't fill care of yourself, but it's dark out there, and variety 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 program library — it's due on Fri, before second semester Break, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative depth psychology of Wole Soyinkas industrial plant and that of Chinua Achebe on their panorama 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 piddle
drops off of her glasses with the edge of her jersey, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my note wag, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard fourth dimension pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as drear as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop brightness.
"You know, my house 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 hurl 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 treasure any help you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good student, Ifeoma, an excellent author. 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 — always glad to help oneself out a old student. And delight, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her abject lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with pocket-sized, maintained thou and huge Tree lining the street. His house was fairly belittled. They dashed from the car to the straw man door, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the drier and gave her some towels to dry off and spread out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Russell terrier, Academy Award — Academy Award Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to let 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 nan couldn't take the common cold and the moistness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a brace of calendar month 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 question, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite teacher in petty school. She wasn't the only girl in her class who had had a compaction on him. He was fine-looking, in a nerdy variety of way — tall and lean, with that howling smile. He was untested, right out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, bully sentiency of sense of humor — but also vivid and passionate about literature, and he imparted that agitation and enthusiasm to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please beat back her home. He helped her slip of paper on her sweatshirt, now warm and drier than the remainder of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could avail you shine that paper a little more, if'you'd like to get along over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her centre throb, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really wish that…I would appreciate it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what metre would you like me to fare over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be full. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his numeral into her roving. 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 particular date with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp wearing apparel, tossing them in he cramp, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the Georgia home boy luxuriously over her flabby skin. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her top grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's mitt would feel sliding down her sides, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her finisher as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, champaign, inexperienced little girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her expression in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing Brown University centre — probably her best characteristic, but always behind her ever-present meth. A scattering of freckle — not every guy likes those. And there's just too lots of me, she thought, frowning at her full bosoms and smacking her ample Buttocks in irritation. 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 piffling squeeze Nnamdi had given her articulatio humeri, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her Tips felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching piddling peaks. Still tugging on her Tips with her left hand, she slid her justly hand into her scanty, 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 following morning, she woke up late — her pilus tangled, the sheets in disorderliness, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some wild dreams. And she could hardly boil down in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his front line yard."Come in, descend in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the coating jot of her newspaper over a bowl of noodles.
"wellspring, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you sense about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really protruding — 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 contribute you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plan or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks 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 way."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 chain of lights…all the thing Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly exuberance was contagious. While he filled the stand with water and worked on getting the tree diagram 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 stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a egg white Xmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his heading, but after a brace of birdsong, the tree was decorated, the family smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas Day. He scrounged up a couple of packets of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with red gum schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as honorable as real cocoa,"he apologized,"but the schnapps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"fountainhead,"he said softly, taking the mug from her hands and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her human face in his hired man and kissed her gently. When she didn't objection, he wrapped his arms around her. His candy kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint candy, and Ifeoma's human knee felt infirm. He pulled her close against his body, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the front of his jeans, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could feel 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 attend 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 give to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll call you and let you know my class, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a text substance,"I got an A — thanks for all your assistant !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no reaction. A week later, at 5:00 on Yule Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the duct, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the threshold to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the frigid, holding a plate of consort homemade cookies.
"Wow, those look howling ! So do you !"he laughed.
"seed in, come in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, 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 debris food, so Nnamdi took her out for a actual dinner at his preferent restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas lights for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"wellspring,"he said.
"want to come in for cooky ? I happen to have some homemade single. And I even have milk for substantial cocoa."He wiggled his brow playfully.
"REAL hot chocolate this time ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. They sat, munching biscuit and sipping spiked hot drinking chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Xmas CD's and telling level. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. bent on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, and returned quickly with a small package wrapped neatly in aureate theme."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 jet leather-bound journal, the cover tooled in intricate folio innovation.
"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 cognise, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you save 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 year a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"fountainhead,"he said quietly,"even when you were my scholarly person and I knew it was wrongly, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his mitt slid from her shoulder joint, down to the low of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his cervix and whispered,"I have a give for you too…but you will take to unwrap it."
He kissed her lips, her impudence, 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 still skin of her rear."It feels so good to finally be able to hold you…to touch you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to find his hands cupping her bare bosom, his thumbs teasing her hardening Tips. She made a little sound of pleasure, abstruse in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this metre she didn't pulling away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her pelvic girdle impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her denim. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her cervix, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his trunk, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, 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 chalk and put them on the end board, adjacent to his. Then he grabbed her hired hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Condoms, 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.
"Good, estimable,"Nnamdi said, between kiss,"real good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his swath, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her blue jean and pantie down over her hips and tossed them on the trading floor, and his denim followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip salamander game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a minuscule nervously.
Nnamdi lay succeeding to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck opening and kissing her shoulder joint. His pelt was warmly, and she could palpate the length of his hard cock throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the flaccid curls between her second joint. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her pussy, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slight finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so pissed, I can't wait to be in spite of appearance you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his cock against her slick slit, and thrust forward with his hip.
"Baby, you're so sloshed,"he panted with effort, pushing a little to a greater extent insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her facial expression. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost downhearted 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 tote up bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm okay, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve in effect. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS exceptional !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the right instructor I've ever had. I know you can learn me how. I trust you."
She buried her side 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 moment. He ran his men 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.
"Well,"he said,"we were sort of skipping straight to dessert, without an starter or a chief course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing unvoiced, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her berm, her clavicle, her bosoms… fillet to rally her bakshis with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her digit through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her peg, bending her ramification at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her kitty-cat with his thumbs, running his tongue from her untested possibility to her tiny button. Ifeoma gasped in stupor — 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 pair of quick hired hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the clip to focalise 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 loss for boost words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a recollective lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her genu vibration, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a easy lay of strawberry mark ice cream.
"It feels a lot more acute than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"wellspring, sure…kind of like, you can't tickling yourself, you know…it's better when someone else makes you find good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat opening for him like a bloom.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me get you feel good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his clapper. He laved little traffic circle around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her pant, made her agitate her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her hired hand pulling a footling at his tomentum. He smiled to himself, focusing on that mellisonant smirch, feeling Ifeoma's second joint shaking under his script, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her button pounding, and sucked gently until he tasted a effusion of her sweet juices as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pinko and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her possibility. His agile lingua tickled and teased, and then grew more clamant, probing. It was lenify, but warm and business firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something grownup, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his weaponry, and his mitt replaced his mouth. His digit slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a niggling More. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his spit in her mouth mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His finger brushed over a magic trick space mystifying inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a import, evidently delight with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the passion and shudder 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 orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his sass and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his human knee, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her intense culmination. 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 paw up and down his scape a few times, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his attention was so hard. A tiny ivory of liquid state appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen headspring of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"Honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so hard, 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 manpower under her to cup her Buttocks and lift her hips a little.
"My hands are form of fussy,"he said, squeezing her face a minuscule for emphasis, making her laugh and breaking the tautness."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her pussycat, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit a
little, until she could experience him sneak inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so undetermined."oceanic abyss hint,"he whispered against her rim, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp little gasp of pain, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his torso still, kissing her boldness all over, her cheeks, her palpebra, her forehead.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's OK. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to move a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an promiscuous pace at first off. 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 puss is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his cock swell even bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide in astonishment that she could find every pulse, every pounding, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His middle opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her human face in his palm tree, 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 second, too…and my third,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some biscuit 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 head. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his brim and tongue .