Ifeoma pulled the strong-armer of her cardigan forward over her eyes, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her eyeglasses. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial tricycles ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in batch. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her sac change, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male driver, no passenger, non-descript bluing Honda EOD …oh, not good, not beneficial at all. affection hammering, she stuffed her hands 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 rail and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a wary distance, she squinted into the dark interior of the car, and was pretty certain the device driver was the man who had taught her English language in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five year since you graduated ? I think you can call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the rider door.
"Sheesh, girl, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a moment, before sliding gratefully into the warm up, dry car.
"Oh, man, my clothes are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a drown 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 feeling like he'd changed at all since she was in his form — same low cut hair's-breadth, same loose smiling, like kind embrown 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 counselling to her house.
He gave a low pennywhistle."And you always take the keke, this late at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his expression."I mean, not that you can't take care 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 theme at the library — it's due on Friday, before second semester open frame, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative analytic thinking of Wole Soyinkas body of work and that of Chinua Achebe on their views of the hereafter."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may have bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the urine
drops off of her glasses with the edge of her jersey, which was slightly teetotal than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my short letter cards, the bone written down — I'm just having a hard fourth dimension pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as drear as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop luminosity.
"You know, my theater isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can propose any suggestions. We could even throw your sweatshirt in the drier for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's eyes lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean, I would really appreciate any help you could sacrifice me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very sound 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 trouble — always glad to help out a late pupil. And delight, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with modest, well-kept yards and huge trees lining the street. His house was fairly small-scale. They dashed from the car to the front door, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the drier and gave her some towels to dry off and spread out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Ken Russell terrier, Academy Award — Oscar Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his center — who was excited and delighted to have company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a shock absorber on the floor.
"Do you need to anticipate anyone to let them fuck you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her pass."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the cold and the dampness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a twain of calendar month ago. Since I'm in shoal, 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 best-loved teacher in secondary school. She wasn't the but miss in her class who had had a crush on him. He was bounteous, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that wonderful smile. He was new, right out of the university two yr ago…friendly, kind, great sensory faculty of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that agitation and enthusiasm to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight drive her home. He helped her chemise on her sweatshirt, now quick and drier than the rest of her apparel.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could help you smoothen that report a little more, if'you'd like to add up over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her nub pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would appreciate it…um, I get my car out of the workshop in the afternoon…what fourth dimension would you wish me to fare over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be expert. They exchanged telephone 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 prompt little squeeze."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really uncanny, 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 moistness clothes, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the easy lay luxuriously over her soft skin. She closed her optic, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would feel sliding down her side, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to realness. Jeez, get a bobby pin. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, champaign, inexperienced female child like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okey, she guessed. Piercing Brown eyes — probably her best feature, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too a good deal of me, she thought, frowning at her full bosoms and smacking her sizeable Buttocks in aggravation. She towel dried her hair, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the darkness, tossing and turning, thinking about the picayune squeeze Nnamdi had given her berm, 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 covering fire to fine-tune them and pull on them, teasing them into aching little peaks. Still tugging on her Tips with her go out hired man, she slid her rectify paw into her panties, her two fingerbreadth 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 deep — her whisker tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her panty pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some wild dreams. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his movement yard."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the finishing touches of her newspaper publisher over a bowling ball of noodles.
"wellspring, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the board."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really protruding — I didn't think I would ever end up it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked hard. I would cave in you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plans or the vacation ?"
"No, not really. Since my kinfolk and Gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel practically like Christmas Day this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An time of day later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a twain of corner of ornaments…a string of lights…all the things 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 couple of CD's. She popped one in his stereoscopic photograph, and then Bing was dreaming of a Patrick White Dec 25. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a pair of songs, the tree was decorated, the theater smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a duet of mailboat of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as soundly as real 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 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 protest, he wrapped his weapon system around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of drinking chocolate and red gum, and Ifeoma's knees felt weak. He pulled her close against his soundbox, and Ifeoma felt a harshness in the presence 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 cheek 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 reckon 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 know my class, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't vociferation, but she sent him a schoolbook substance,"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 belt. Nnamdi opened the doorway to Ifeoma, grin, cheeks garden pink with the frigid, holding a plate of assorted homemade cookie.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"seminal fluid in, do in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your assistance, you saved my grade. 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 debris food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favored restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas lights for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"wellspring,"he said.
"Want to arrive in for biscuit ? I happen to feature some homemade ones. And I even have Milk River for veridical cocoa."He wiggled his supercilium playfully.
"real cocoa this time ? How could a miss resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the visible light and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas Day CD's and telling news report. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. Hang on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a small package wrapped neatly in amber 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 green leather-bound diary, the binding tooled in intricate leafage invention.
"Wow, thank you so much,"she said softly,"it's beautiful."
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the gloss reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to recognise, you are a gifted writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you sustain writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her fount."You know, I have to squeal something. When you were in my class a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to mouth, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my student 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-scale of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you experience how concentrated that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her blazonry around his neck opening and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will postulate to unwrap it."
He kissed her lips, her brass, 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 smooth skin of her spinal column."It feels so good to finally be able to hold you…to tinct you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his men cupping her bare bosoms, his hitchhike teasing her hardening point. She made a niggling sound of pleasure, late in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His manus were in her hair, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her articulatio coxae, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her denim. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her cervix, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, stop, you're going to make me hail before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this selective information, in her new-found sense of index. He chuckled, kissed her a few more sentence, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end table, succeeding to his. Then he grabbed her men and pulled her to her groundwork.
"Condoms, prophylactic are in the bedchamber,"he muttered, while he steered her down the hall.
"Um, I'm on the pill…for my cycle…"Ifeoma said shyly.
"Good, adept,"Nnamdi said, between kiss,"veridical good."He left a track of their clothing all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his bash, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her blue jean and panties down over her hips and tossed them on the floor, and his denim followed in the heap.
"looking at like we both lost a strip poker game game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay future to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her berm. His pelt was warm up, and she could feel the length of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm tree stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her second joint. Ifeoma parted her pegleg slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one farseeing, slim down digit into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so soused, I can't waiting to be inside you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her knavish dent, and thrust forward with his hips.
"Baby, you're so squiffy,"he panted with try, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her font. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a tone of almost black decision 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 bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, dearest, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's OK, I'm OK, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a trivial, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve better. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS especial !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the dependable teacher I've ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her face 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 moment. He ran his bridge player 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 full-strength to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to tease her Tips with his rim and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his haircloth. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the knee joint and pushing her second joint apart. His breathing space was hot against her, and he opened her puss with his thumbs, running his knife from her young opening to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in jar — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guy rope in schooltime, a few sterile gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a span of warm manus line of work. But no man had ever taken the prison term to focus on her, to pay himself entirely to her pleasure.
"Nnamdi…"she managed to squeak.
"Yeah ?"he said, grinning up at her from between her thighs.
"That's…wow…that's amazing…it feels…"Ifeoma found herself at a red ink for further words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a prospicient lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her articulatio genus palpitation, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more than 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 individual else makes you finger good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat opening for him like a blossom.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you palpate good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it well up under his glossa. He laved little round around it, experimenting until he found the maculation that made her pant, made her push her kitty against his mouth, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that odoriferous spot, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his script, 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 succus as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's care 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 tender and house, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to lust something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her soundbox, cradling her in his sleeve, and his hand replaced his mouth. His digit slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a little more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her mouth mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His finger brushed over a magic place rich inside her and she gasped in jounce, arching her backbone. He pulled back from her just a consequence, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the lovingness and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his script. She watched in a haze as he brought his finger to his rima oris, tasting her climax — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own joy on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are Sir Thomas More ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her ramification apart with his knees, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her intense 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 helping hand up and down his shaft a few fourth dimension, marveling that the skin was so balmy, but his aid was so hard. A tiny off-white of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the egotistic head of his cock, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"Honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so firmly, 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 nose. He slipped his paw under her to cup her Buttocks and lift her hips a little.
"My hands are sort of busy,"he said, squeezing her buttock a little for emphasis, 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
petty, until she could palpate him luxate inside her again. This fourth dimension, when he pushed, there was less ohmic resistance, she was so wet, so open."Deep breath,"he whispered against her sass, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a needlelike little gasp of bother, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his physical structure still, kissing her face all over, her nerve, her eyelids, her brow.
"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 be active a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his spinal column. He buried his expression against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an well-fixed pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful calendar method of birth control, and she felt his muscles tensing. His center were closed, his expression purpose, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your pussycat is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his cock swell even openhanded, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened broad in amazement that she could finger every impulse, every throbbing, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his palms, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a especial talent. I feel honored that you take 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 cookie first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his implements of war around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his paw up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her straits. Then he kissed her, and she could try her own joy on his lips and tongue .