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 eyeglasses. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial 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 plenty cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket change, a car pulled up to the check and the passenger windowpane slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely bring in out a male device driver, no passenger, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. affection throbbing, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the device driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the empty street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her cart track and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a wary distance, she squinted into the dark-skinned Department of the 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 visit me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, girl, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a minute, before sliding gratefully into the strong, dry car.
"Oh, man, my clothes are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a drowned 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 category — like low cut hair, Lapplander easy smile, same form brown centre behind bookish wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick rush of fondness 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 pennywhistle."And you always take the keke, this late at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't take aid of yourself, but it's nighttime out there, and kind of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the mechanic workshop, and I was working on a newspaper publisher at the library — it's due on Fri, before secondly semester Break, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your theme ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their views of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may give bit off more than I could jaw this time."She polished the water system
drops off of her field glass with the boundary of her jersey, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my note cards, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard clock time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mode suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a block light.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could attend at what you've got, see if I can offer any proposition. We could even throw your sweatshirt in the dryer for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's centre lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean value, I would really appreciate any help you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good student, Ifeoma, an fantabulous writer. I'm looking forward to reading what you have done so far."
Ifeoma blushed, and looked out the windowpane,
"Thanks Mr. Amadi."
He glanced at her again, quickly, then turned right, on to a street."No job — always glad to help out a sometime student. And delight, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with diminished, trim yard and vast Tree lining the street. His house was fairly diminished. They dashed from the car to the front doorway, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and spread out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his jackass Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to deliver company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to holler anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head."Nope…my gran couldn't take the cold and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of months ago. Since I'm in school day, I decided to bide in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked head, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her preferred teacher in secondary schooling. She wasn't the only young woman in her class who had had a crush on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that wonderful smile. He was youth, right out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, great sensation of humor — but also acute and passionate about literature, and he imparted that inflammation and ebullience to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please beat back her home plate. He helped her slip on her sweatshirt, now strong and drier than the rest of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment edifice, he said,"You know, I could help you polish that paper a little more, if'you'd like to amount over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would treasure it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what prison term would you wish me to issue forth over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone 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 warm footling credit crunch."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 engagement with my instructor ? She stripped off her damp dress, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, horny shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft hide. She closed her centre, leaning back against the roofing tile wall, feeling her bakshish grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's helping hand would feel sliding down her sides, over her curvey rose hip, then behind her to cup her behind, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a handgrip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, knit, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflectivity in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was OK, she guessed. Piercing brownish eyes — probably her best feature of speech, but always behind her ever-present looking glass. A strewing of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her wax bosoms and smacking her sizeable rump 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 squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulder joint, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her steer felt super tender, rubbing against the flabby cotton plant, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and get out on them, teasing them into aching little peaks. Still tugging on her Tips with her leftover hand, she slid her right hired hand into her panties, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, vivid sexual climax and soothed herself to sleep.
The adjacent sunup, she woke up late — her hair tangled, the rag in disarray, and her scanty pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some untamed ambition. And she could hardly center in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his strawman yard."seed in, issue forth in,"
he said, ushering her out of the frigidity. They worked on the wind up trace of her paper over a pipe bowl of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty trade good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really alleviate — I didn't think I would ever stop it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked hard. I would give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his congratulations."So..big design or the vacation ?"
"No, not really. Since my phratry and grannie moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can bear on,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel much like Xmas this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living way."You know what ? You need a tree."
An time of day later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of boxful of ornaments…a bowed stringed instrument of lights…all the matter Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was communicable. 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 stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Christmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his headland, but after a span of songs, the tree was decorated, the family smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a pair of packets of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with Mentha piperita schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as undecomposed as real hot chocolate,"he apologized,"but the schnaps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"well,"he said softly, taking the mug from her script and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her font in his mitt and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his weapons system around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knees felt infirm. He pulled her close against his body, and Ifeoma felt a harshness in the front of his jeans, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could experience 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 theme, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, ineffectual 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 know my level, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a school text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your assist !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no reaction. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a smash. Nnamdi opened the threshold to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the dusty, holding a plate of assorted homemade cookies.
"Wow, those look grotesque ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, come in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your aid, you saved my form. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't concern about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of junk intellectual nourishment, so Nnamdi took her out for a rattling dinner at his deary eating place. They drove around and looked at Noel visible light for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"well,"he said.
"wish to come in for biscuit ? I happen to have some homemade ace. And I even have milk for material cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"real number cocoa this time ? How could a fille resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cooky and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a natural endowment for you. Hang on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a small package wrapped neatly in gold paper."It's not a good deal, 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 cover tooled in intricate foliage intent.
"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 pharynx."I just wanted you to cognize, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you keep 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 old age ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to verbalize, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"Well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my scholar and I knew it was damage, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his mitt slid from her shoulder, down to the belittled of her dorsum, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you bang how surd that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing punishing."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her blazonry around his cervix and whispered,"I have a show for you too…but you will need to give away it."
He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck opening and his oral fissure was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her jumper, and then tracing up the liquid skin of her back."It feels so honorable to finally be able to control you…to touch you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to palpate his hands cupping her bare tit, his thumbs teasing her hardening crown. She made a little sound of pleasance, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair, and his osculation were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her rose hip, experimentally, grinding her genitalia against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her passion through her jean. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck opening, his sleeve tightening around her ; she felt a shiver run through his consistency, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"layover, god, block off, you're going to make me come before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found sense of power. He chuckled, kissed her a few to a greater extent metre, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end board, next to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her metrical foot.
"Condoms, condom 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, honest,"Nnamdi said, between kisses,"genuine good."He left a lead of their clothing all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his swath, their skid and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her denim and step-in down over her articulatio coxae and tossed them on the floor, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip fire hook game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a niggling nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her cervix and kissing her shoulder joint. His hide was warm, and she could experience the duration of his voiceless rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the gentle 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 opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so crocked, I can't wait to be inside you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head teacher of his rooster against her glib slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"Baby, you're so tight,"he panted with effort, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a feel 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 number bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, beloved, 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 little, the urgency 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 teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his chest, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmastide present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. 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 sort of skipping straight to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing toilsome, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her cervix, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to tease her backsheesh with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her finger through his haircloth. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his knife briefly into her umbilicus, then settled himself between her pegleg, bending her legs at the articulatio genus and pushing her thighs apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumbs, running his clapper from her untried possible action to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in jounce — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in schooling, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of quick hand jobs. 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 farther words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a recollective lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his glossa like a grievous bodily harm 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 titillation yourself, you know…it's better when someone else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her kitty opening for him like a heyday.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you finger good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his tongue. He laved little roundabout around it, experimenting until he found the smudge that made her pant, made her get-up-and-go her Kitty-Cat against his mouthpiece, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that afters touch, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his hands, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clitoris pounding, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her sweet succus as she came in his oral fissure. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attending to her medium clitoris became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his tending lower, lapping intently at her opening. His nimble lingua tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was assuage, but fond and firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to starve something liberal, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her consistence, cradling her in his weapon, and his paw replaced his mouth. His digit slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a picayune Sir Thomas More. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her question was spinning, his tongue in her mouth mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a magic billet trench inside her and she gasped in stupor, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a consequence, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a repellent, knowing, grin, he resumed kissing her deeply, his finger rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a haze as he brought his fingers to his sassing, tasting her coming — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are Thomas More cook for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knees, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her intense climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his stick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his venter. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her deal up and down his dig a few times, marveling that the skin was so sonant, but his attending was so severely. A tiny pearl of liquid state appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the self-conceited head of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"beloved, 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 nose. He slipped his hands under her to cup her tooshie and reverse her pelvic girdle a little.
"My hands are kind of busy,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a little for emphasis, making her joke and breaking the stress."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the joystick up and down her pussy a
piffling, until she could palpate him slip inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was to a lesser extent ohmic resistance, she was so wet, so afford."Deep breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a keen picayune gasp of infliction, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his organic structure still, kissing her boldness all over, her cheeks, her eyelid, her forehead.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's OK. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her subdivision around his neck. She began to propel a footling, experimentally, her hands sliding down his spine. He buried his side against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy yard at first off. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eye were closed, his verbal expression spirit, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your Kitty-Cat is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his rooster swell even vainglorious, it felt even harder inside her, and her centre opened wide in amazement that she could feel every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his seminal fluid. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His optic opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her facial expression in his thenar, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special talent. I feel honored that you take me to be your first."
"I want you to be my secondment, too…and my third,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his blazon around her, holding her for a minute. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lip and tongue .