Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan forward over her optic, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her shabu. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial tricycles ) ? It was shadow and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in raft. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to visualize out if she had decent Johnny Cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket alteration, a car pulled up to the curb and the rider window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely pass water out a male person driver, no passenger, non-descript low Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. ticker pounding, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the abandon street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her runway and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a leery aloofness, she squinted into the dark Interior Department of the car, and was pretty certain the device 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 call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, girl, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a bit, 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 class — Saame low cut hair, Same gentle grinning, same kind brown oculus behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick upsurge of passion to her human face 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 directions to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this lately at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his facial expression."I mean, not that you can't remove 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 auto-mechanic workshop, and I was working on a report at the library — it's due on Fri, before arcsecond semester shift, and I'm form of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your theme ?"Ifeoma rolled her oculus."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their sentiment of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may have got bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the water
drops off of her drinking glass with the border of her t-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my note cards, the bones written down — I'm just having a laborious time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as gloomy as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a catch luminosity.
"You know, my household 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 throw your sweatshirt in the drier 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 take account any supporter you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very trade good educatee, Ifeoma, an fantabulous 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 — always glad to help out a quondam student. And please, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her small lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an sr. neighborhood, with modest, well-kept yards and huge trees lining the street. His house was fairly diminished. They dashed from the car to the front 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 couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his mariner Russell terrier, Academy Award — Oscar Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his heart — who was excited and delighted to have company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them love you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head."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 calendar month ago. Since I'm in school, I decided to stay put in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked interrogative sentence, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her front-runner teacher in secondary schooltime. She wasn't the only girl in her class who had had a crush on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy kind of way — tall and lean, with that wonderful smiling. He was young, correct out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, expectant sense of liquid body substance — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his educatee. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her home. He helped her eluding on her sweatshirt, now tender and siccative than the rest period of her dress.
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 fall over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her spunk pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would apprise it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what time would you care me to number over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be just. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his turn into her peregrine. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick short 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 instructor ? She stripped off her moistness dress, tossing them in he bond, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her mild skin. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile bulwark, feeling her crown grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would find sliding down her side, 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, knit, 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 safe feature of speech, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too a great deal of me, she thought, frowning at her full moon titty and smacking her plentiful Buttocks in botheration. 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 lilliputian squeezing Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her bakshis felt super sensitive, rubbing against the sonant cotton, and she brought her hands up under the masking to pull off them and pull on them, teasing them into aching little peaks. Still tugging on her Tips with her forget hand, she slid her rectify hand 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 morning, she woke up late — her hair tangled, the weather sheet in confusedness, and her panty pushed halfway down her second joint. She'd evidently had some wild ambition. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the threshold to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."seed in, get along in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the finishing hint of her report over a bowl of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty well, 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 hard. 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 Gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel much like Christmas this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An minute later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of boxwood of ornaments…a string of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly ebullience was catching. While he filled the stand with piss and worked on getting the tree as straight as potential, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a couple of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a white Dec 25. Nnamdi laughed and shook his drumhead, but after a couple of songs, the tree was decorated, the menage smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Xmas. He scrounged up a brace of mail boat of hot drinking chocolate mix, spiked them with peppermint schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as proficient 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 paw and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his blazonry around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's articulatio genus felt weak. He pulled her close against his body, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the social movement of his jeans, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could palpate 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, ineffectual to look at him,
"it's not you, it's me…believe me, it's me."
Nnamdi touched her arm."You don't have to leave…I'll behave, I promise."
"Yeah, I really do possess to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll Call you and let you jazz my level, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't birdcall, but she sent him a schoolbook content,"I got an A — thanks for all your aid !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no response. A week 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 pinko with the stale, holding a home plate of assorted homemade cooky.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! 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 margin call, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of dust nutrient, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his ducky restaurant. They drove around and looked at Yuletide visible light for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"wellspring,"he said.
"Want to come in for biscuit ? I happen to have some homemade single. And I even have Milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his brow playfully.
"REAL cocoa this clock time ? How could a female child resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the Christ Within and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot burnt umber, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. Hang on, I'll be compensate back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a small software wrapped neatly in atomic number 79 composition."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 daybook, 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 colour reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his pharynx."I just wanted you to know, you are a talented author, Ifeoma, and I hope you hold back 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 form a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to talk, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"Well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my student and I knew it was awry, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her berm, down to the diminished of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her os frontale gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing heavily."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered,"I have a pose for you too…but you will need to unwrap it."
He kissed her sass, her cheeks, her lid ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth cutis of her back."It feels so skilful to finally be able-bodied to bear you…to touch you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his hands cupping her bare heart, his quarter round teasing her hardening wind. She made a little sound of pleasure, thick in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His mitt were in her hair, and his buss were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his callosity pressed up against her, but this metre she didn't clout away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her pelvic arch impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her rut through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his weapons system tightening around her ; she felt a chill run through his organic structure, 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 glasses and put them on the end table, following to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her groundwork.
"rubber, condoms are in the sleeping accommodation,"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 habiliment all the way to the bedchamber : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his knock, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her denim and panties down over her hips and tossed them on the floor, and his denim followed in the heap.
"look like we both lost a striptease poker biz,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was warm, and she could experience 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 leg slightly as Nnamdi stroked her pussycat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one recollective, slight finger into her first step. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't wait to be interior you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the school principal of his rooster against her glib slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"Baby, you're so mean,"he panted with endeavour, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His oculus searched her boldness. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost grim purpose on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his heart, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total asshole for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, dearest, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okeh, I'm okay, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency 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 teacher 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 Xmas nowadays for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a bit. He ran his custody 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 sort of skipping straight to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing operose, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder joint, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to badger her top with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her finger's breadth through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her ramification, bending her legs at the human knee and pushing her thigh apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her pussy with his thumbs, running his tongue from her untried opening to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in schooltime, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of ready bridge player jobs. But no man had ever taken the time 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 foster words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a long lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her genu vibration, and she felt like she was melting under his glossa like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more intense than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"fountainhead, sure…kind of like, you can't tickling yourself, you know…it's better when person else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her pussy porta for him like a efflorescence.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you feel 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 pushing her pussycat against his mouth, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet bit, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his handwriting, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clitoris throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a outburst of her seraphic juice as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and lucky and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to feel that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was easy, but strong and firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her consistence, cradling her in his arms, and his hand replaced his mouth. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a little more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her oral cavity mirroring his finger's breadth, probing, teasing. His finger's breadth brushed over a magical stead mystifying inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a present moment, evidently delight with her reaction. Smiling a disgusting, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingerbreadth rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmness and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingerbreadth, her wetness gushing on his handwriting. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his back talk, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasance on his lip and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more cook for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knees, as her pussy 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 oculus, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hired man up and down his beam a few clock time, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his tending was so hard. A tiny ivory of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen head of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so strong, but I only have so a great deal 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 rear end and lift her articulatio coxae a little.
"My work force are form of officious,"he said, squeezing her buttock a short for vehemence, making her laugh and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her pussy, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit 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 open."trench breath,"he whispered against her lips, 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 face all over, her brass, her eyelids, her brow.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's O.K.. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arm around his cervix. She began to impress a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his rear. He buried his look against her neck, 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 musculus tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression spirit, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your pussy is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his rooster swell even grown, it felt even harder inside her, and her center opened wide in amazement that she could finger every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eye opened again, regained their nidus, and he cupped her facial expression in his palm, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special giving. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my irregular, too…and my third,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our forte 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 brain. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasance on his lips and tongue .