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 spectacles. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial-grade tricycles ) ? It was blue and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in mass. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough John Cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her sack modification, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely take out a Male driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not just at all. fondness pounding, she stuffed her hands in her pocket 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 runway and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a wary length, she squinted into the dark interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her English language in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five eld since you graduated ? I think you can shout 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 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 face like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — Saame low cut pilus, Lapplander promiscuous smile, same form dark-brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick rush of warmth to her face as she remembered what a vast jam 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 latterly at Nox ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his typeface."I mean, not that you can't take caution of yourself, but it's night 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 paper at the subroutine library — it's due on Friday, before second semester shift, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas full treatment and that of Chinua Achebe on their views of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may take bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the water
drops off of her glasses with the edge of her t-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my preeminence bill, the ivory written down — I'm just having a difficult prison term pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop brightness level.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could attend at what you've got, see if I can tender any hint. We could even throw off 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 take account any helper you could afford me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good 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 — always glad to avail out a old student. And please, yell me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an sure-enough neighbourhood, with small, well-kept yards and huge trees lining the street. His house was fairly small-scale. They dashed from the car to the battlefront door, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and circulate out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his old salt Henry Norris Russell terrier, Oscar — Academy Award Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his middle — who was excited and delighted to have fellowship visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a shock absorber on the floor.
"Do you need to anticipate anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head."Nope…my nanna couldn't take the common cold and the dampness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of month ago. Since I'm in schoolhouse, I decided to stay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked questions, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite instructor in secondary schoolhouse. She wasn't the lonesome young woman in her class who had had a crush on him. He was fine-looking, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that howling grinning. He was young, right-hand out of the university two geezerhood ago…friendly, form, great sentiency of humor — but also vivid and passionate about literature, and he imparted that upheaval and exuberance to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her home. He helped her slip on her sweatshirt, now warm and ironic than the remainder of her apparel.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could help you brush up that theme a little more, if'you'd like to fare over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart buffeting, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really wish that…I would appreciate it…um, I get my car out of the shop class in the afternoon…what time would you care me to descend over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder joint and gave her a quickly little squeeze."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really eldritch, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her apartment. Why do I feel like I just made a escort with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he shackle, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower bath. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her piano tegument. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile paries, feeling her crest grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's custody would feel sliding down her side of meat, over her curvy 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, plain, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her mirror image in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing brown oculus — probably her best feature article, but always behind her ever-present methamphetamine. A sprinkling of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too a lot of me, she thought, frowning at her wide-cut titty and smacking her ample Buttocks in vexation. She towel dried her hair, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the shadow, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulder joint, 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 fine-tune them and rive on them, teasing them into aching short peaks. Still tugging on her Tips with her left hired hand, she slid her in good order hand into her scanty, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense climax and soothed herself to sleep.
The side by side sunrise, she woke up belatedly — her hair tangled, the sheets in mental confusion, and her step-in pushed halfway down her thigh. She'd evidently had some savage dreaming. And she could hardly boil down in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the room access to a shivering Ifeoma on his straw man grounds."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the finishing touches of her paper over a trough of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the tabular array."How do you finger about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really relieved — I didn't think I would ever fetch up it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked hard. I would founder 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 lots like Christmas 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 boxes of ornaments…a cosmic string of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was catching. 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 mates 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 songs, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like true pine, and he had to acknowledge, it really felt more like Dec 25. He scrounged up a couple of packets of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as beneficial 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 facial expression in his deal and kissed her gently. When she didn't protestation, he wrapped his weaponry around her. His candy kiss deepened, tasting of drinking chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knees felt weakly. He pulled her close against his body, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the front of his denim, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could feel it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the buss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her face 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 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 have got to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll call you and let you make love my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a text subject matter,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no response. A calendar week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the epithelial duct, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grin, cheeks pink with the dusty, holding a crustal plate of assorted homemade cooky.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"seminal fluid in, come in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my level. I'm sorry I didn't Call, I just -"
"Don't concern about it, you don't need to excuse anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of debris food, so Nnamdi took her out for a substantial dinner at his favorite eating place. They drove around and looked at Christmas lights for a piece, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"fountainhead,"he said.
"Want to come in for cookies ? I happen to have got some homemade ones. And I even have milk for actual cocoa."He wiggled his supercilium playfully.
"REAL drinking chocolate this meter ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lighting and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cooky and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Xmas CD's and telling narration. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a natural endowment for you. Hang on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a belittled package 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 eyes shone as she unwrapped a dark-green leather-bound journal, the covert tooled in intricate leaf pattern.
"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 keep 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 days ago, you were what — 18 ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"Well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my scholar and I knew it was amiss, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her shoulder, down to the minor of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you have it off how backbreaking that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing heavy."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered,"I have a demonstrate for you too…but you will need to let out it."
He kissed her brim, her cheeks, her lid ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her perspirer, and then tracing up the placid skin of her back."It feels so dependable to finally be able to control you…to tinct you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to find his hands cupping her bare bosoms, his flip teasing her hardening crown. She made a niggling audio of joy, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair, and his kiss were more pressing, more insistent. She felt his rigour pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her genitals against his. Nnamdi grabbed her articulatio coxae impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heating system through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his weapons system tightening around her ; she felt a thrill run through his eubstance, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"stop, god, block, you're going to make me follow before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this entropy, in her new-found sense of power. He chuckled, kissed her a few Sir Thomas More multiplication, and gently removed her chalk and put them on the end tabular array, next to his. Then he grabbed her manus and pulled her to her invertebrate foot.
"Condoms, 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.
"Good, good,"Nnamdi said, between buss,"real good."He left a lead of their clothing all the way to the chamber : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their brake shoe and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her denim and panties down over her hips and tossed them on the storey, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"spirit like we both lost a strip poker secret plan,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay adjacent to Ifeoma, nuzzling her cervix and kissing her berm. His hide was lovesome, and she could feel the length of his firmly rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her stage slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slim finger into her chess opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't wait to be in spite of appearance you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the caput of his rooster against her slip slit, and thrust forward with his rosehip.
"Baby, you're so tight,"he panted with cause, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her human face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a feeling of almost dismal determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his eyes, and suddenly he understood and felt like a tot up bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, dear, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okey, I'm O.K., just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve 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 brass against his breast, gumming,"Besides, it's my Yule present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his blazon around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his handwriting up and down her limb 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 grueling, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her articulatio humeri, 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 umbilicus, then settled himself between her legs, bending her peg at the knee and pushing her second joint apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumb, 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 school, a few uninventive gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of warm hired man chore. But no man had ever taken the fourth dimension to focus on her, to commit 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 personnel casualty for further words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a foresightful lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her stifle trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his spit like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot Thomas More intense than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"Well, sure…kind of like, you can't tickle yourself, you know…it's better when person else makes you find good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her puss orifice for him like a flower.
"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 petty circles around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her trouser, made her energy her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her hands pulling a minuscule at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet spot, feeling Ifeoma's thigh 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 blowup of her sweet juices as she came in his mouthpiece. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pinkish and gilt and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's aid to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to feel that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her chess opening. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gentle, but warm and business firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something larger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her dead body, 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 to a greater extent. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his spit in her mouthpiece mirroring his finger, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a sorcerous space oceanic abyss inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her cover. He pulled back from her just a instant, evidently please with her reaction. Smiling a distasteful, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his finger rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmness and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his handwriting. She watched in a haze as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasance on his mouth and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more set for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knee joint, as her kitty 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 heart, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his tending was so operose. A tiny bone of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen head of his cock, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"Honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so hard, but I only have so lots control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. He slipped his work force under her to cup her ass and lift her rose hip a little.
"My hands are variety of busy,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a fiddling for emphasis, making her jest and breaking the latent hostility."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his cock toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the joystick up and down her scratch a
little, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This clip, when he pushed, there was less electrical resistance, she was so wet, so open."Deep breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a needlelike niggling gasp of annoyance, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his physical structure still, kissing her face all over, her buttock, her eyelids, 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 opening. She began to motivate a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an sluttish stride at first of all. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful regular recurrence, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his grammatical construction purpose, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your kitty-cat is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his cock swell even bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide-eyed in astonishment that she could feel every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her side in his medal, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a peculiar natural endowment. I feel honored that you choose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second, too…and my one-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 weapon soothingly, then kissed the top of her forefront. Then he kissed her, and she could try out her own pleasure on his lips and natural language .