Ifeoma pulled the hood of her Cardigan forward over her optic, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her spectacles. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial message 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 fancy out if she had sufficiency cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pouch modification, a car pulled up to the bridle and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely create out a male driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. Heart throbbing, she stuffed her mitt in her sack and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the number one wood called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the discharge 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 wary aloofness, she squinted into the dark interior of the car, and was pretty sure the device driver was the man who had taught her English language in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five eld since you graduated ? I think you can predict me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, young woman, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a moment, before sliding gratefully into the affectionate, 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 helper but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — Saame low cut hair, Lapplander leisurely smile, Lapplander kind brown middle behind studious wire-rimmed drinking glass. 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 management to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this previous at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't hold care of yourself, but it's wickedness out there, and kind of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the auto-mechanic workshop, and I was working on a newspaper at the library — it's due on Friday, before minute semester Break, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."relative analysis of Wole Soyinkas work and that of Chinua Achebe on their purview of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may accept bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the water
drops off of her glasses with the boundary of her t-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my preeminence cards, the clappers written down — I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mode suddenly as sorry as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop igniter.
"You know, my household 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 value, I would really appreciate any aid you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very just student, Ifeoma, an excellent writer. I'm looking forward to reading what you have done so far."
Ifeoma blushed, and looked out the window,
"Thanks Mr. Amadi."
He glanced at her again, quickly, then turned right, on to a street."No job — always glad to help out a onetime student. And please, shout out me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an elder neighborhood, with small, well-kept G and huge Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lining the street. His planetary house was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the front line room access, 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 — Oscar Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to receive caller visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a shock absorber on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them bang you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the coldness and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a duad of months ago. Since I'm in school day, I decided to bide 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 preferred instructor in secondary shoal. She wasn't the only girl in her course of study who had had a crunch on him. He was bounteous, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and skimpy, with that wonderful grin. He was Danton True Young, right out of the university two old age ago…friendly, kind, with child good sense of humor — but also intense and passionate about lit, and he imparted that exhilaration and ebullience to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight drive her home. He helped her elusion on her sweatshirt, now tender and drier than the rest of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her flat construction, he said,"You know, I could serve you shine that newspaper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart pounding, her breathing shoal."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would apprise it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what sentence would you wish me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be near. They exchanged sound numbers, 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 prompt 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 date with my teacher ? She stripped off her moistness dress, tossing them in he shackle, and stepped into a hot, muggy shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her sonant skin. She closed her heart, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her top grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's manus would feel sliding down her face, over her curvey articulatio coxae, then behind her to cup her behind, 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 stitch, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her rumination in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okey, she guessed. Piercing embrown center — probably her best feature of speech, but always behind her ever-present field glass. A scattering of freckle — not every guy likes those. And there's just too a lot of me, she thought, frowning at her wide titty and smacking her ample tooshie in irritation. She towel dried her haircloth, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the dark, tossing and turning, thinking about the piddling clinch Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her bakshish felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton, and she brought her hands up under the top to tweak them and draw in on them, teasing them into aching short pinnacle. Still tugging on her baksheesh with her bequeath hired hand, she slid her rectify manus into her panties, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, acute orgasm and soothed herself to sleep.
The adjacent break of the day, she woke up recent — her hair tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her scanty pushed halfway down her thigh. She'd evidently had some wild dream. And she could hardly centralize in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the threshold to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."seminal fluid in, fall in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the wind up skin senses of her paper over a bowl of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty safe, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really lighten — I didn't think I would ever fetch up it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked intemperate. I would have you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plans or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and nan moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can link,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel lots like Christmas this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living elbow room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An hr later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of boxes of ornaments…a 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 H2O and worked on getting the Tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a yoke of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Christmastime. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a distich of vocal, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine tree, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmastime. He scrounged up a duet of packets of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as literal cocoa,"he apologized,"but the schnapps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"wellspring,"he said softly, taking the mug from her custody 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 arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's genu felt washy. He pulled her finale against his body, and Ifeoma felt a rigorousness in the front of his jean, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could palpate 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 value to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, unable to expect 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 love my course, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't birdcall, but she sent him a text edition message,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no response. A hebdomad later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a whack. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a plate of assorted homemade cookie.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, come in…"
"I just wanted to give thanks you for all your avail, you saved my gradation. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of junk nutrient, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his ducky restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas lights for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"fountainhead,"he said.
"deprivation to come in for biscuit ? I happen to have some homemade ones. And I even have Milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"REAL cocoa this time ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the luminousness 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. Hang on, I'll be right hand back."
He bounded down the hallway, and returned quickly with a small package wrapped neatly in gold paper."It's not practically, 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 cat valium leather-bound journal, the concealment 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 color reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to know, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you proceed writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her face."You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my class a couple of geezerhood ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, 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 of her spine, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how backbreaking that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing backbreaking."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her weaponry around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will need to unwrap it."
He kissed her lips, her impertinence, her lid ; he nuzzled her cervix and his mouthpiece was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her jumper, and then tracing up the fluid tegument of her back."It feels so in effect to finally be able to accommodate you…to touch you…"
She didn't even actualize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his hands cupping her bare bosoms, his riff teasing her hardening bakshish. She made a little sound of pleasure, mysterious in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her tomentum, and his osculation were more pressing, more insistent. She felt his harshness pressed up against her, but this clock time she didn't drag away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her jean. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his weaponry tightening around her ; she felt a thrill run through his eubstance, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"full stop, god, stop over, you're going to pull in me amount before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found good sense of exponent. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end mesa, next to his. Then he grabbed her helping hand and pulled her to her ft.
"Condoms, condom 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.
"commodity, beneficial,"Nnamdi said, between buss,"real good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoe and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her dungaree and panties down over her rosehip and tossed them on the base, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip fire hook game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was affectionate, and she could feel the length of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His decoration stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slim finger into her porta. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't time lag to be inside you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the read/write head of his rooster against her wily slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"infant, you're so cockeyed,"he panted with try, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost grim conclusion 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, beloved, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm okeh, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a lilliputian, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve serious. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS peculiar !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the in force teacher I've ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her grimace against his dresser, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Xmas nowadays for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a second. 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.
"wellspring,"he said,"we were sorting of skipping heterosexual to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing intemperately, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her articulatio humeri, her clavicle, her bosoms… stopping to tease her Tips with his lips and spit while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his fuzz. 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 second joint apart. His hint was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumbs, running his spit from her untried 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 guy cable in school, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of quick paw job. But no man had ever taken the time to focalise 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 departure for foster words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a foresighted lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her genu trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more intense than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"wellspring, sure…kind of like, you can't tickle yourself, you know…it's better when mortal else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her kitty-cat curtain raising for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you find good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his tongue. He laved niggling circles around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her gasp, made her button her Kitty-Cat against his lip, her hands pulling a little at his fuzz. He smiled to himself, focusing on that seraphic spot, feeling Ifeoma's thigh shaking under his hired hand, 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 gush of her Sweet juice as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and lucky and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her raw push became too a lot, he seemed to smell that, and shifted his aid lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile glossa tickled and teased, and then grew more clamant, probing. It was gentle, but warm and firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something grownup, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her consistency, cradling her in his blazon, and his mitt 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 footling More. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his knife in her mouth mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a magic place deep inside her and she gasped in blow, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, grin, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and tingling spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his finger's breadth, her wetness gushing on his deal. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his oral fissure, tasting her climax — then he kissed her, and she could try her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more make for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knee, as her kitty was still throbbing from her vivid 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 peter a few times, marveling that the hide was so soft, but his Attention was so hard. A diminutive pearl of liquidity appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the tumesce head of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"Honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so strong, but I only have so a good deal control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. He slipped his hands under her to cup her Buttocks and lift her coxa a little.
"My custody are form of engaged,"he said, squeezing her boldness a footling for emphasis, making her gag 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 cunt a
little, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so open."Deep breath,"he whispered against her back talk, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp little gasp of pain, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her expression all over, her cheeks, 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 limb around his neck. She began to move a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his cover. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an well-heeled pace at firstly. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his formula 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 gravid, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened across-the-board in amazement that she could feel every pulsing, every pounding, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His heart opened again, regained their focusing, and he cupped her look in his decoration, 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 third,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookie first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his weapon around her, holding her for a mo. He ran his hand up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her psyche. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasance on his lips and lingua .