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 Methedrine. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial-grade tricycle ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her air hole change, a car pulled up to the check and the rider window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male device driver, no passengers, non-descript patrician Honda EOD …oh, not practiced, not skillful at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her hands in her sac and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the void street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her caterpillar tread 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 sealed the driver was the man who had taught her English language in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five years since you graduated ? I think you can ring me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open up the rider door.
"Sheesh, girl, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a import, before sliding gratefully into the ardent, dry car.
"Oh, man, my clothes are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a overwhelm rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't helper but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — same low cut hair, Sami easygoing smile, Saami sort brown eye behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick rush 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 belatedly at nighttime ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his brass."I mean, not that you can't take guardianship of yourself, but it's dark out there, and form 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 Break, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eye."relative analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their sight of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may experience bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the H2O
drops off of her glasses with the bound of her jersey, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the schema, all of my Federal Reserve note cards, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her climate suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a layover 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 prompting. 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 apprize any help you could make me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very just bookman, 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 job — always glad to help out a former student. And please, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her depressed lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with small, well-kept yards and Brobdingnagian Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lining the street. His house was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the front threshold, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and fan out out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack George William Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Wilde, named by a Friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his centre — who was excited and delighted to get ship's company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to shout out anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her top dog."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the low temperature and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a brace of calendar month ago. Since I'm in school, I decided to stay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked questions, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her darling teacher in secondary school. She wasn't the exclusively girl in her grade who had had a crush on him. He was bounteous, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and thin, with that wonderful grinning. He was young, compensate out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, great mother wit of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that turmoil and enthusiasm to his scholarly person. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her home. He helped her chemise on her sweatshirt, now strong and drier than the rest of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could serve you polish that theme a little more, if'you'd like to come up 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 in the afternoon…what time would you like me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be beneficial. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his bit into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder 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 apartment. Why do I feel like I just made a appointment with my instructor ? She stripped off her dampness apparel, tossing them in he trammel, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the Georgia home boy luxuriously over her gentle tegument. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her backsheesh grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would find sliding down her sides, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her underside, pulling her closer 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 University eyes — probably her best feature, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A sprinkling of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her full moon knocker and smacking her ample bum 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 little liquidity crisis Nnamdi had given her shoulders, 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 pick off them and pull on them, teasing them into aching fiddling efflorescence. Still tugging on her Tips with her go away hand, she slid her right hand into her step-in, 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 belated — her hair tangled, the plane in disorderliness, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some wild dreams. And she could hardly focus in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the threshold to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the frigidity. They worked on the finish touches of her paper over a bowling ball of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the board."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty good, 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 intemperate. I would give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big architectural plan or the holiday ?"
"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 Christmastide this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living way."You know what ? You need a tree."
An 60 minutes later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a duad of boxes of ornaments…a bowed stringed instrument of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was catching. While he filled the pedestal with water and worked on getting the tree as straight as possible, 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 Christmas Day. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a couple of birdcall, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like true pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a mates of packet boat of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint candy Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good 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 bridge player and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. When she didn't objection, he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of cocoa and Eucalyptus amygdalina, and Ifeoma's genu felt weak. He pulled her finish 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 feel 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 report, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean value to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, ineffective to bet at him,
"it's not you, it's me…believe me, it's me."
Nnamdi touched her arm."You don't have to leave…I'll behave, I promise."
"Yeah, I really do give to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll call option you and let you acknowledge my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't shout, but she sent him a textual matter message,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no reply. A week later, at 5:00 on Yuletide Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the threshold to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks garden pink with the stale, holding a scale of assorted homemade biscuit.
"Wow, those look tremendous ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, come in…"
"I just wanted to give thanks you for all your help, you saved my degree. I'm sorry I didn't outcry, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of dust food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favorite eating place. They drove around and looked at Christmas twinkle for a spell, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"Want to come in for cookies ? I happen to feature some homemade ones. And I even have Milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrow playfully.
"REAL chocolate this sentence ? How could a young lady resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lightness and plugged in the Tree. They sat, munching cooky 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 rectify back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a lowly software wrapped neatly in gold paper."It's not very 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 coloring reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to have it away, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you hold back writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her pilus back from her face."You know, I have to profess something. When you were in my family a couplet of class 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 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 small of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you sleep with how grueling that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her limb around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will need to unwrap it."
He kissed her sass, her cheeks, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the bland pelt of her back."It feels so good to finally be able to retain you…to match you…"
She didn't even actualize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his work force cupping her bare bosom, his thumbs teasing her hardening hint. She made a minuscule sound of pleasure, trench in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his inclemency pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her hip joint, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her pelvic arch impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her estrus through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her cervix, his branch tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"blockage, god, stop, you're going to lay down me hail before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this info, in her new-found sense of power. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her glass and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her workforce 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.
"commodity, good,"Nnamdi said, between osculation,"real good."He left a trail of their wearable all the way to the chamber : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his bash, their shoe and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panties down over her hips and tossed them on the floor, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"aspect like we both lost a flight strip poker game game,"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 feel the length of his hard cock throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the subdued curls between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her pussy, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one longsighted, slim finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't wait to be inside you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her slick slit, and thrust forward with his rosehip.
"baby, you're so loaded,"he panted with effort, pushing a little more than insistently… and met resistance… His optic searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a aspect of almost downcast determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his oculus, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's O.K., I'm okay, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the importunity 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 learn me how. I trust you."
She buried her fount against his chest of drawers, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his coat of arms around her, holding her for a bit. He ran his work force up and down her weapon system 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 variety of skipping heterosexual to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing intemperately, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck opening, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to tease her Tips with his brim and spit while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his knife briefly into her umbilicus, then settled himself between her legs, bending her wooden leg at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His breathing time was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumb, running his lingua 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 guy rope in school, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of prompt hand line. But no man had ever taken the clock time 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 going for further words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a long lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her genu trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoop of strawberry mark 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 someone else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat opening for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me realize you experience good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it well under his tongue. He laved little lot around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her pant, made her labour her kitty against his backtalk, her men pulling a little at his haircloth. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet dapple, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his workforce, 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 gush of her sweet juice as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her porta. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more exigent, probing. It was blue-blooded, but warm and business firm, pushing a fiddling deeper, and Ifeoma began to thirst something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his weapon, 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 Thomas More. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her chief was spinning, his tongue in her backtalk mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His finger brushed over a magic place deep inside her and she gasped in stupor, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his finger's breadth rubbing and rubbing inside her, the fondness and shudder spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his deal. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his back talk, tasting her climax — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his mouth and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are More gear up for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knees, as her kitty was still throbbing from her acute culmination. Ifeoma glanced down, and his stick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his venter. She grasped it gently, and he closed his center, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his rotating shaft a few times, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his tending was so firmly. A tiny drop of liquidness appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the conceited mind of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"love, 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 hands under her to cup her Buttocks and lift her hips a little.
"My hands are kind of busy,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a trivial for emphasis, making her laughter and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the stick up and down her slit a
little, until she could experience him slip inside her again. This fourth dimension, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so open."Deep breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp trivial gasp of pain in the neck, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his trunk still, kissing her aspect all over, her nerve, 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 sleeve around his neck. She began to move a fiddling, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his expression against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy tread at maiden. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful regular recurrence, and she felt his brawn tensing. His optic 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 rooster swell even magnanimous, it felt even harder inside her, and her heart opened wide in amazement that she could feel every heartbeat, every throbbing, as he filled her with his cum. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eye opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his medallion, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special gift. I feel honored that you opt me to be your first."
"I want you to be my instant, too…and my third base,"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 bit. 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 smack her own pleasure on his lips and natural language .