Ifeoma pulled the cowl of her Cardigan forward over her eyes, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her crank. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial-grade tricycle ) ? It was obscure and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in hatful. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to enter out if she had enough John Cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket variety, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male driver, no rider, non-descript blueish Honda EOD …oh, not serious, not good at all. tenderness throb, she stuffed her men in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the empty street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her running and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a suspicious aloofness, she squinted into the dark Interior of the car, and was pretty sealed the 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 here and now, before sliding gratefully into the warm, dry car.
"Oh, man, my clothes are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a 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 class — same low cut fuzz, Same easily smile, same kind embrown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glass. She felt a quick rushing of warmth 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 directions to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this lately at dark ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't learn 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 car-mechanic shop, and I was working on a paper at the library — it's due on Friday, before second semester Break, and I'm form of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eye."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas piece of work and that of Chinua Achebe on their horizon of the time to come."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may birth bit off more than I could manducate this time."She polished the water
drops off of her looking glass with the edge of her t-shirt, which was slightly dry than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my note menu, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard clock time 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 light.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can declare oneself 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 center lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean, I would really appreciate any assistance you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very near 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 out a former student. And please, call off me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her broken lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older locality, with small, well-kept yards and Brobdingnagian Tree lining the street. His sign was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the figurehead 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 lounge so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Russell terrier, Oscar — Academy Award Oscar Wilde, named by a supporter, Nnamdi explained, rolling his oculus — who was excited and delighted to throw company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to hollo anyone to let them bonk you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her oral sex."Nope…my grannie couldn't take the cold and the dampness 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 questions, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her ducky instructor in secondary school. She wasn't the only girl in her course of instruction who had had a press on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy form of way — tall and lean, with that wonderful grin. He was young, right out of the university two long time ago…friendly, variety, great sensory faculty of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitation and enthusiasm to his bookman. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her dwelling. He helped her slip on her sweatshirt, now warm and desiccant than the ease of her wearing apparel.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could facilitate you polish that paper a little more, if'you'd like to amount over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her sum pounding, 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 time would you wish me to come up over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged speech sound number, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a immediate small hug."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 day of the month with my instructor ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he shackle, and stepped into a hot, muggy shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft cutis. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's men would feel sliding down her sides, over her curvy pelvic girdle, then behind her to cup her undersurface, 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 young woman like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her musing in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing browned eyes — probably her best feature, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of freckle — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her wide bosoms and smacking her plentiful seat in irritation. She towel dried her pilus, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the dark, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her summit felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton plant, and she brought her hands up under the covers to fine-tune them and pull on them, teasing them into aching trivial point. Still tugging on her hint with her left hired man, she slid her right hand into her panties, her two fingerbreadth sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, vivid sexual climax and soothed herself to sleep.
The side by side sunrise, she woke up of late — her haircloth tangled, the bed sheet in disarray, and her panty pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some waste dreams. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."seminal fluid in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the wind up feeling of her theme over a trough of noodles.
"wellspring, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty effective, 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 pay you an A."
She smiled shyly at his kudos."So..big programme or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and Gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can touch,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel practically 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 mates of boxes of ornaments…a cosmic string of lights…all the affair Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was contagious. While he filled the stand with water and worked on getting the tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a dyad of CD's. She popped one in his stereoscopic picture, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Christmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a couple of Sung dynasty, the Tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine tree, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Dec 25. He scrounged up a couple of parcel of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as proficient as real drinking 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 paw and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her brass in his handwriting and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his weapon around her. His candy kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knees felt weak. He pulled her ending against his body, and Ifeoma felt a severeness in the front of his jeans, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could find it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her impudence 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 to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll call you and let you bonk my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a text content,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no reaction. A hebdomad later, at 5:00 on Christmastime Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grin, cheeks pink with the insensate, holding a scale of mixed homemade biscuit.
"Wow, those look wonderful ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, add up in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my class. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explicate anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of junk food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favourite restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas visible radiation for a piece, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"fountainhead,"he said.
"want to come in for cookie ? I happen to have some homemade unity. And I even have Milk River for real cocoa."He wiggled his supercilium playfully.
"REAL drinking chocolate this meter ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching biscuit and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. bent on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a minor computer software wrapped neatly in gold 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 journal, the covert 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 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 author, Ifeoma, and I hope you continue writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her fuzz back from her case."You know, I have to squeal something. When you were in my class a span of years ago, you were what — 18 ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"wellspring,"he said quietly,"even when you were my pupil and I knew it was wrong, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her shoulder, 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 laborious that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered,"I have a face for you too…but you will call for 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 work force slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the legato skin of her back."It feels so dear to finally be able-bodied to hold in 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 hitch teasing her hardening Tips. She made a piddling sound of pleasure, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His script were in her hair's-breadth, and his kiss were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her hip, experimentally, grinding her genitals against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips 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 arms tightening around her ; she felt a tremor run through his dead body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, lay off, you're going to realize me come before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this entropy, in her new-found sense of might. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her shabu and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her metrical foot.
"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, effective,"Nnamdi said, between candy kiss,"real good."He left a lead of their clothing all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her denim and panties down over her hip joint and tossed them on the floor, and his blue jean followed in the heap.
"tone like we both lost a strip poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a piffling nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was warm, and she could sense the distance of his difficult rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the diffused 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 foresightful, svelte fingerbreadth into her first step. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't wait to be at heart you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the foreland of his cock against her pat dent, and thrust forward with his hips.
"Baby, you're so close,"he panted with attempt, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her look. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost grim determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his eyes, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total SOB 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 piddling, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve dear. 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 instruct me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his chest, gumming,"Besides, it's my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a consequence. He ran his hands up and down her munition soothingly, then kissed the top of her head.
"Alright…but let's back up a few steps."
Ifeomad looked at him, questioningly.
"Well,"he said,"we were kind of skipping direct to dessert, without an appetizer or a principal course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to badger her baksheesh with his sassing and glossa while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her bellybutton, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the knee and pushing her thigh apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her pussy with his thumb, running his clapper from her untried hatchway to her lilliputian clit. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few bozo in school, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a duet of quick hand Book of Job. But no man had ever taken the fourth dimension to focus 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 expiration for boost words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a recollective lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her stifle trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his knife like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more vivid than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"fountainhead, sure…kind of like, you can't tickle yourself, you know…it's better when mortal else makes you experience good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat initiative 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 intumesce under his tongue. He laved footling R-2 around it, experimenting until he found the bit that made her pant, made her push her Kitty-Cat against his rima oris, her hands pulling a little at his whisker. He smiled to himself, focusing on that perfumed stain, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his deal, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clit throb, and sucked gently until he tasted a ebullition of her odoriferous juices as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and gilt and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's care to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to feel that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her first step. His agile knife tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was placate, but lovesome and house, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his arms, and his deal replaced his mouth. His fingerbreadth slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger's breadth, then two — opening and stretching her a short more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her mouthpiece mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a magic piazza deep inside her and she gasped in seismic disturbance, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently delight with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmheartedness and thrill spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingerbreadth, 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 joy on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her stage apart with his knees, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her acute climax. 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 hand up and down his shaft a few sentence, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his Attention was so hard. A tiny pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swell up 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 much control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nozzle. He slipped his workforce under her to cup her Buttocks and lift her hips a little.
"My hands are kind of fussy,"he said, squeezing her impudence a little for emphasis, making her laugh and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his cock toward her kitty, rubbing the stick up and down her slit a
little, until she could finger him drop off inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so open."Deep breather,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp-worded slight pant of pain, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his eubstance still, kissing her boldness all over, her brass, her eyelids, 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 subdivision around his neck. She began to move a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his vertebral column. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an promiscuous tempo at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression intent, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your kitty-cat is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his cock swell even grownup, it felt even harder inside her, and her optic opened wide in amazement that she could feel every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his seed. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his palm tree, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special gift. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second, too…and my tierce,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookie first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his blazon around her, holding her for a minute. He ran his work force up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her, and she could savour her own pleasure on his sass and tongue .