Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan forward over her eyes, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her field glass. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial velocipede ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to visualize out if she had enough hard cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her air hole change, a car pulled up to the curb and the rider window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male device driver, no rider, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not salutary at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her deal in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the hollow street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her racetrack and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a mistrustful distance, she squinted into the dark Interior Department of the car, and was pretty sure 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 call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to afford the passenger door.
"Sheesh, daughter, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a moment, before sliding gratefully into the warm, dry car.
"Oh, man, my 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 look like he'd changed at all since she was in his course of study — same low cut pilus, like easy smile, same variety Robert Brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed methamphetamine hydrochloride. She felt a quick flush of lovingness to her face as she remembered what a huge 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 counseling 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 face."I mean, not that you can't take forethought of yourself, but it's dark 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 report at the subroutine library — it's due on Friday, before endorsement semester good luck, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your theme ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their persuasion of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may stimulate bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the body of water
drops off of her glasses with the edge of her T-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the precis, all of my note visiting card, the castanets written down — I'm just having a hard metre pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her modality suddenly as dark as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stay light.
"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 throw 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 revalue any assist you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good student, 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 aid out a former student. And please, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her blue lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an erstwhile neighborhood, with small, maintained thou and vast trees lining the street. His house was fairly pocket-sized. 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 jackstones Henry Kenneth Alfred Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to consume company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to foretell anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her headspring."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 months ago. Since I'm in schoolhouse, I decided to rest in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked head, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite teacher in secondary schooling. She wasn't the but girl in her year who had had a crush on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy sorting of way — tall and lean, with that grand smile. He was young, mighty out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, great sentiency of mood — but also vivid and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight drive her home. He helped her solecism on her sweatshirt, now warm and drier than the rest period of her apparel.
As he pulled up to her flat building, he said,"You know, I could help you polish up that paper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her substance pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would value it…um, I get my car out of the store in the afternoon…what metre would you care me to number over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged telephone numbers racket, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her nomadic. 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 weird, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her flat. Why do I feel like I just made a date with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft skin. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile bulwark, feeling her lead grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would palpate sliding down her sides, over her stacked rose hip, then behind her to cup her prat, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a bag. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, knit, inexperienced young woman like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her rumination in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okey, she guessed. Piercing brownness optic — probably her best feature film, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A dispersion of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her full moon tit 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 dark, tossing and turning, thinking about the short squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulder joint, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her hint felt super sensitive, rubbing against the voiced cotton plant, and she brought her hands up under the cover song 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 handwriting into her pantie, her two finger's breadth 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 lately — her hair tangled, the mainsheet in disarray, and her pantie pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some wild dreams. And she could hardly centralise in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his battlefront pace."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the finishing touches of her composition over a bowl of noodles.
"fountainhead, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the board."How do you sense about it ?"
"Pretty unspoilt, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really projecting — 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 dedicate you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plan or the vacation ?"
"No, not really. Since my sept and Gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can associate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel very much like Yule this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living way."You know what ? You need a tree."
An hour later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a yoke of boxwood of ornaments…a drawing string of lights…all the matter Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly ebullience was contagious. While he filled the base with pee and worked on getting the tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a distich of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a Edward D. White Christmas Day. Nnamdi laughed and shook his point, but after a couple of birdsong, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like true pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Yuletide. He scrounged up a duad of packets of hot hot chocolate mix, spiked them with peppermint Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as tangible hot chocolate,"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 work force and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her case in his hands and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his branch around her. His osculation deepened, tasting of chocolate and red gum, and Ifeoma's knees felt weak. He pulled her close against his consistency, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the figurehead 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 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 feature to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll margin call you and let you know my gradation, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't Call, but she sent him a school text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
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, grin, cheeks pinko with the cold, holding a plate of assorted homemade cookie.
"Wow, those look grand ! So do you !"he laughed.
"semen in, come in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your helper, you saved my class. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't vexation about it, you don't need to excuse anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of junk food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his dearie restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas lights for a patch, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"need to hail in for biscuit ? I happen to possess some homemade ones. And I even have milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his brow playfully.
"real number cocoa this time ? How could a female child resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the Tree. They sat, munching cooky and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling history. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. Hang on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the mansion, and returned quickly with a minuscule packet wrapped neatly in gold paper."It's not a lot, 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 diary, the cover tooled in intricate leaf aim.
"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 gifted writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you preserve writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her face."You know, I have to squeal something. When you were in my family a pair of long time ago, you were what — 18 ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to verbalize, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my bookman and I knew it was unseasonable, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her shoulder, down to the small-scale of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how tough that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered,"I have a demo for you too…but you will need to break it."
He kissed her back talk, her brass, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his rima oris was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hired man slipping under her perspirer, and then tracing up the shine skin of her back."It feels so thoroughly to finally be able to harbor you…to touch you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to palpate his hands cupping her bare bosoms, his hitchhike teasing her hardening Tips. She made a little speech sound of joy, deep in her pharynx, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His handwriting were in her hair, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his insensibility pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her private parts against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hip joint impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his weaponry tightening around her ; she felt a frisson run through his body, 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 mogul. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her ice and put them on the end board, next to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her foot.
"Condoms, condoms are in the chamber,"he muttered, while he steered her down the hall.
"Um, I'm on the pill…for my cycle…"Ifeoma said shyly.
"Good, good,"Nnamdi said, between kisses,"really good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the sleeping accommodation : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their skid and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panties down over her rose hip and tossed them on the floor, and his blue jean followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip poker biz,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her cervix and kissing her shoulder. His pelt was affectionate, and she could find the duration of his arduous rooster throbbing against her hip. His medallion stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her thigh. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her puss, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slight digit into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't wait to be at bottom you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her slickness snatch, and thrust forward with his pelvic girdle.
"Baby, you're so blotto,"he panted with effort, pushing a little to a greater extent insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her nerve. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a aspect of almost grim 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 love child for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, beloved, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okey, I'm okeh, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve effective. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS special !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the outdo teacher I've ever had. I know you can learn me how. I trust you."
She buried her human face against his chest, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmas Day present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a import. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her head.
"Alright…but let's back up a few steps."
Ifeomad looked at him, questioningly.
"Well,"he said,"we were sort of skipping straightforward to dessert, without an appetizer or a independent course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her berm, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to twit her gratuity with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hairsbreadth. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her bellybutton, then settled himself between her legs, bending her pegleg at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His intimation was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his quarter round, running his tongue from her young opening to her tiny button. 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 uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a duo of straightaway hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the time to centre on her, to consecrate himself entirely to her pleasure.
"Nnamdi…"she managed to squeak.
"Yeah ?"he said, grinning up at her from between her thighs.
"That's…wow…that's amazing…it feels…"Ifeoma found herself at a loss for further words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a farseeing lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a exclusive of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more vivid 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 somebody else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat scuttle for him like a bloom.
"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 band around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her pant, made her push her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her manpower pulling a small at his hairsbreadth. He smiled to himself, focusing on that fresh berth, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his script, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her button throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a blowup of her sweet juice as she came in his lip. Ifeoma was floating, everything was rap and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's aid to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her initiative. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more crying, probing. It was easy, but warm and firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to lust something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his weapons system, and his helping hand replaced his lip. 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 straits was spinning, his tongue in her mouth mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a conjuration situation deep inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her rachis. He pulled back from her just a consequence, evidently pleased with her chemical reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and chill spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a shock as he brought his finger's breadth to his sass, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own delight on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knees, as her pussycat 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 hand up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the skin was so easygoing, but his Attention was so hard. A petite pearl of liquid state 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 hard, but I only have so a lot control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nozzle. He slipped his work force under her to cup her Buttocks and elevate her hips a little.
"My handwriting are kind of in use,"he said, squeezing her impertinence a niggling for vehemence, making her laugh and breaking the tenseness."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit a
little, until she could sense him slip inside her again. This sentence, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so afford."deep breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a acute little pant of painful sensation, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his torso still, kissing her grimace all over, her impertinence, her palpebra, her forehead.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okay. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to affect a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy tread at initiatory. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful musical rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his reflection spirit, 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 in astonishment that she could feel every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His center opened again, regained their stress, and he cupped her face in his laurel wreath, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a particular gift. I feel honored that you chose 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 here and now. 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 lip and tongue .