Ifeoma pulled the hood of her Cardigan Welsh corgi forward over her eyes, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her glasses. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial-grade trike ) ? It was glum and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in mountain. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had decent cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her air hole change, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not undecomposed, not good at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her paw in her scoop 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 caterpillar track and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a leery aloofness, she squinted into the darkness inside of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her side in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five age since you graduated ? I think you can call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to give the passenger door.
"Sheesh, young lady, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a moment, before sliding gratefully into the warm, dry car.
"Oh, man, my clothes are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a drowned rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't assistant but grin back. He didn't looking at like he'd changed at all since she was in his stratum — same low cut hair's-breadth, Lapp easy smile, Lapplander kind brown center behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick haste of heat 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 tardily at night ?"He glanced over quickly, care on his face."I mean, not that you can't take care of yourself, but it's dark out there, and kind of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the mechanic workshop, and I was working on a theme at the subroutine library — it's due on Fri, before second semester recess, and I'm variety of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your issue ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas kit and boodle and that of Chinua Achebe on their persuasion of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may have bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the water
drops off of her chalk with the edge of her t-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my note scorecard, the osseous tissue written down — I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her modality suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a plosive lighting.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could see 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, I would really treasure any service you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good bookman, Ifeoma, an excellent author. I'm looking forward to reading what you have done so far."
Ifeoma blushed, and looked out the window,
"Thanks Mr. Amadi."
He glanced at her again, quickly, then turned right, on to a street."No problem — always glad to help out a former bookman. And delight, call up me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her down lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with belittled, well-kept thousand and vast tree diagram lining the street. His house was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the straw man door, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and spread out on the lounge so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Russell terrier, Oscar — Academy Award Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eye — who was excited and delighted to have got company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head."Nope…my nanna couldn't take the cold and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a dyad of months 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 inquiry, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite instructor in secondary school. She wasn't the only young woman in her category who had had a crushed leather on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that wonderful smile. He was young, right out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, great sensation of bodily fluid — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his student. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight aim her dwelling. He helped her moorage on her sweatshirt, now warm and dry than the eternal sleep of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment edifice, he said,"You know, I could facilitate you brush up that paper a little more, if'you'd like to occur over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her nerve pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would appreciate it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what time would you like me to get over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone identification number, and Ifeoma programmed his act 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 flat. Why do I feel like I just made a date with my instructor ? She stripped off her moistness apparel, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, steamy exhibitioner. She lathered the scoop luxuriously over her soft hide. She closed her heart, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's mitt would feel sliding down her incline, over her voluptuous hips, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, champaign, inexperienced little 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 eyes — probably her best feature, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her wide-cut bosom and smacking her ample arse in irritation. She towel dried her pilus, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the dark, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her lead felt super sensitive, rubbing against the flaccid cotton, and she brought her hands up under the concealment to tweak them and overstretch on them, teasing them into aching petty tip. Still tugging on her top with her left-hand hand, she slid her rectify mitt into her panty, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, acute sexual climax and soothed herself to sleep.
The succeeding morning, she woke up lately — her hair tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some wild aspiration. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his nominal head G."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the frigidity. They worked on the land up touches of her theme over a stadium of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you experience about it ?"
"Pretty expert, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really relieved — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked hard. I would give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his congratulations."So..big programme or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my ethnic music and grannie moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can refer,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel often like Christmas this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An 60 minutes later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of boxes of ornaments…a train of lights…all the thing Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was transmittable. While he filled the point of view with pee and worked on getting the Tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a span of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a gabardine Yule. Nnamdi laughed and shook his caput, but after a distich of songs, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine, and he had to hold, it really felt more like Yuletide. He scrounged up a distich of parcel of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as real drinking chocolate,"he apologized,"but the Schnapps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"Well,"he said softly, taking the mug from her hands and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her facial expression in his hands and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of umber and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knees felt imperfect. He pulled her last against his trunk, and Ifeoma felt a inclemency 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 impertinence 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 search 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 feature to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll call you and let you live 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 response. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a bash. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, smiling, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a scale of sort out homemade cookies.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"ejaculate in, come in…"
"I just wanted to give thanks you for all your assistant, you saved my grade. 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 sufficiency of junk food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favorite 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 come in for cookies ? I happen to have some homemade unity. And I even have Milk for genuine cocoa."He wiggled his supercilium playfully.
"REAL drinking chocolate this time ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the brightness level and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Yuletide CD's and telling stories. 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 software system wrapped neatly in golden paper."It's not lots, 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 leafy vegetable leather-bound daybook, the covering fire tooled in intricate folio designs.
"Wow, thank you so much,"she said softly,"it's beautiful."
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the color reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to know, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you preserve writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her face."You know, I have to profess something. When you were in my class a duad of yr ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to verbalise, 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 pocket-sized of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her brow gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you experience how backbreaking that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her coat of arms around his cervix and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will ask to unwrap it."
He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her lid ; 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 skin of her back."It feels so good to finally be able to hold you…to reach you…"
She didn't even bring in he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to palpate his hands cupping her bare boob, his thumbs teasing her hardening Tips. She made a little sound of delight, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her haircloth, and his candy kiss were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her warmth through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a chill run through his physical structure, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"closure, god, stop, you're going to take in me come before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this data, in her new-found signified of power. He chuckled, kissed her a few to a greater extent clock time, and gently removed her glass and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.
"condom, 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.
"trade good, good,"Nnamdi said, between kisses,"real good."He left a track of their wear all the way to the chamber : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his whang, their horseshoe and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panties down over her hips and tossed them on the flooring, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a flight strip poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder joint. His skin was affectionate, and she could feel the length of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the gentle coil between her thigh. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her kitty, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, reduce finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so loaded, I can't wait to be inside you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the straits of his rooster against her slick slit, and thrust forward with his pelvic arch.
"Baby, you're so tight,"he panted with effort, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His optic searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost dark conclusion on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his eye, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total love child for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm OK, 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 instructor I've ever had. I know you can learn me how. I trust you."
She buried her aspect against his dresser, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Noel present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a import. He ran his workforce up and down her weaponry 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 straight to dessert, without an appetiser or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her articulatio humeri, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to tease her Tips with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her finger through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his clapper briefly into her omphalus, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her kitty-cat with his pollex, running his tongue from her untried opening to her midget clit. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few hombre in shoal, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of straightaway hand occupation. But no man had ever taken the time to focus on her, to dedicate 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 loss for far words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a prospicient lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her stifle trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more acute 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 someone else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat gap for him like a blossom.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me relieve oneself you experience good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it tumefy under his tongue. He laved small circles around it, experimenting until he found the dapple that made her pant, made her push her Kitty-Cat against his sass, her mitt pulling a footling at his hair's-breadth. He smiled to himself, focusing on that dessert blot, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his hands, 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 juices as she came in his oral fissure. Ifeoma was floating, everything was knock and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's tending to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her hatchway. His agile clapper tickled and teased, and then grew more repetitive, probing. It was patrician, but warm and firm, pushing a picayune deeper, and Ifeoma began to lust something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her soundbox, cradling her in his arm, and his hand replaced his backtalk. His digit slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a footling Sir Thomas More. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her lip mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His fingerbreadth brushed over a conjuring trick place abstruse inside her and she gasped in electric shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a here and now, evidently pleased with her chemical reaction. Smiling a prankish, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingerbreadth rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and chill spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his digit, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a fog as he brought his digit to his mouth, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his rim and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his stifle, as her kitty-cat was still throbbing from her intense climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his control stick 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 shaft a few clip, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his attention was so backbreaking. A tiny pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen header of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"Honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so hard, but I only have so much control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. He slipped his hands under her to cup her bum and hoist her hips a little.
"My hired hand are kind of engaged,"he said, squeezing her cheek a little for emphasis, making her joke and breaking the tensity."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit a
little, until she could experience him sneak inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was LE resistance, she was so wet, so out-of-doors."trench breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp piffling pant of pain, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, 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 arms around his neck. She began to move a footling, experimentally, her hands sliding down his cover. He buried his face against her cervix, and moved with her, letting her set an easy pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscular tissue tensing. His optic were closed, his face purpose, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your kitty is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his rooster swell even bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened full in amazement that she could sense every pulsation, every pounding, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eye opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her facial expression in his ribbon, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a limited natural endowment. 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 enduringness back."Uh He circled his weapon around her, holding her for a bit. He ran his script up and down her weaponry soothingly, then kissed the top of her forefront. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and tongue .