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 meth. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial-grade trike ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in ken. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket change, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely form out a male driver, no rider, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. Heart throbbing, 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 cart track and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a untrusting space, she squinted into the gloomy interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her English in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five long time since you graduated ? I think you can call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the rider door.
"Sheesh, young lady, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a minute, before sliding gratefully into the warm, dry car.
"Oh, man, my apparel 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 assist but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — like low cut hair, Lapplander easy smile, same kind Brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed shabu. She felt a quick surge of warmheartedness to her look 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 steering to her house.
He gave a low tin whistle."And you always take the keke, this late at nighttime ?"He glanced over quickly, business concern on his cheek."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 auto-mechanic workshop, and I was working on a newspaper publisher at the depository library — it's due on Friday, before second semester severance, and I'm variety of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your theme ?"Ifeoma rolled her oculus."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their position 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 glasses with the border of her t-shirt, 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 time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her humour suddenly as gloomy as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop brightness level.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can put up any suggestions. We could even confound your sweatshirt in the dryer for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's middle lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean, I would really prize any help you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very ripe 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 former student. And please, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with small, trim yards and Brobdingnagian trees lining the street. His house was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the front 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 couch 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 have company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them have sex you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her headway."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the frigidity and the dampness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of calendar month ago. Since I'm in schooltime, I decided to stay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked query, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her ducky instructor in secondary school. She wasn't the alone little girl in her class who had had a crush on him. He was bountiful, in a nerdy sorting of way — tall and list, with that wonderful grinning. He was Loretta Young, correctly out of the university two days ago…friendly, kind, smashing signified of sense of humor — but also intense and passionate about lit, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his scholar. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her family. He helped her moorage on her sweatshirt, now warm and drier than the rest of her wearing apparel.
As he pulled up to her flat building, he said,"You know, I could avail you polish that paper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really care that…I would treasure it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what time would you like me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged sound numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her wandering. 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 unearthly, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her flat. Why do I feel like I just made a day of the month with my teacher ? She stripped off her moistness clothes, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, muggy rain shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her lenient skin. She closed her oculus, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would sense sliding down her sides, over her curvy pelvic girdle, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to world. Jeez, get a clench. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, plain, inexperienced fille like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her observation in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing Brown University heart — probably her adept feature, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of freckle — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her full moon titty and smacking her ample Buttocks in excitation. 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 picayune squeeze play Nnamdi had given her berm, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her bakshis felt super medium, rubbing against the soft cotton, and she brought her hands up under the masking to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching little meridian. Still tugging on her Tips with her left hand, she slid her redress hand into her step-in, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense sexual climax and soothed herself to sleep.
The next forenoon, she woke up lately — her hair tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her pantie pushed halfway down her second joint. 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 front yard."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the finishing touch sensation of her paper over a stadium of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the tabular array."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty adept, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really eased — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked severe. I would leave you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big programme or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and Gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can colligate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel a great deal like Dec 25 this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An hour later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a duo of boxes of ornaments…a string of lights…all the affair Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly ebullience was contagious. While he filled the viewpoint with water and worked on getting the tree as straight as potential, 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 Patrick Victor Martindale White Yuletide. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a mates of songs, the tree was decorated, the household smelled like true pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a couple of mailboat of hot hot chocolate mix, spiked them with red gum Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as effective as rattling cocoa,"he apologized,"but the Schnapps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"Well,"he said softly, taking the mug from her script and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her typeface in his script and kissed her gently. When she didn't dissent, he wrapped his weapon system around her. His buss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint candy, and Ifeoma's knee felt weakly. He pulled her close against his body, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the front 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 document, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, ineffective to front 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 course, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't birdcall, but she sent him a text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your supporter !"
He texted back, asking her over to lionize, but got no response. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the doorway to Ifeoma, grin, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a plateful of consort homemade cookie.
"Wow, those look grand ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, follow in…"
"I just wanted to give thanks you for all your help, you saved my form. 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 food for thought, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his ducky restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas Christ Within for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"Want to come in for cookies ? I happen to throw some homemade ones. And I even have milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"REAL cocoa this time ? How could a daughter resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lighter and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cooky and sipping spiked hot deep brown, listening to Ifeoma's Christmastide CD's and telling taradiddle. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a 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 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 unripe leather-bound journal, the cover tooled in intricate leaf designs.
"Wow, thank you so much,"she said softly,"it's beautiful."
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the semblance 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 go along writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her face."You know, I have to squeal something. When you were in my class a couple of long time ago, you were what — XVIII ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"wellspring,"he said quietly,"even when you were my educatee and I knew it was wrong, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his handwriting slid from her shoulder, down to the small of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how voiceless that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his neck opening and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will need to unwrap it."
He kissed her sassing, her boldness, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck opening and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her jumper, and then tracing up the smooth skin of her back."It feels so thoroughly to finally be able to bear you…to touch you…"
She didn't even recognize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his work force cupping her bare knocker, his flick teasing her hardening Tips. She made a little sound of pleasure, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His handwriting were in her hair, and his kisses were more pressing, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't twist away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heating plant through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"closure, god, stop, you're going to make me come before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this info, in her new-found sensation of top executive. He chuckled, kissed her a few more clock time, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end mesa, next to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her infantry.
"safe, condoms are in the bedroom,"he muttered, while he steered her down the hall.
"Um, I'm on the pill…for my cycle…"Ifeoma said shyly.
"Good, respectable,"Nnamdi said, between candy kiss,"very good."He left a trail of their article of clothing all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and pantie down over her hips and tossed them on the story, 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. His peel was warm, and she could feel the duration of his hard cock throbbing against her hip. His ribbon stroked down her belly to the gentle curls between her second joint. Ifeoma parted her branch slightly as Nnamdi stroked her kitty-cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, reduce finger into her orifice. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so blind drunk, I can't waiting to be interior you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her slick slit, and thrust forward with his hip.
"infant, you're so cockeyed,"he panted with effort, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His middle searched her aspect. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost downcast purpose on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his centre, and suddenly he understood and felt like a sum up shit for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, dearest, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm O.K., 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 especial !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the upright teacher I've ever had. I know you can learn me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his chest, gumming,"Besides, it's my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hand 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 gruelling, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to tease her gratuity with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her legs, bending her leg at the knee and pushing her thigh apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his quarter round, running his natural language from her untested orifice to her flyspeck clit. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in schooltime, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of quick hand business. 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 loss for far words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a longsighted lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees 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.
"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 opening for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you feel good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell up under his natural language. He laved little circles around it, experimenting until he found the pip that made her pant, made her push her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her hand pulling a picayune at his tomentum. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet spot, feeling Ifeoma's second joint shaking under his hands, 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 effusion of her dessert juices as she came in his rima oris. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to smell that, and shifted his care lower, lapping intently at her gap. His agile natural language tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gentle, but warm and business firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something cock-a-hoop, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his blazon, and his script replaced his mouth. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a niggling More. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her mouth mirroring his finger's breadth, probing, teasing. His fingerbreadth brushed over a legerdemain spot cryptical inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently pleased with her chemical reaction. Smiling a implike, knowing, grinning, he resumed kissing her deeply, his finger's breadth rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and tingle spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his helping hand. She watched in a daze as he brought his finger to his mouth, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could try out her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more set for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her branch apart with his knee, as her puss was still throbbing from her intense climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his abdomen. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his slam a few metre, marveling that the skin was so flabby, but his Attention was so hard. A diminutive pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger's breadth in it, tracing his pre-come all over the vain head 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 Buttocks and revoke her hips a little.
"My hands are kind of meddlesome,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a little for emphasis, making her laugh and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her kitty, rubbing the joystick up and down her incision a
little, until she could feel him slew inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so surface."oceanic abyss breath,"he whispered against her sass, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp little gasp of painful sensation, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his physical structure still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, her eyelid, her forehead.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okey. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to move a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his cover. He buried his side against her cervix, and moved with her, letting her set an leisurely pace at maiden. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression intent, 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 all-encompassing in astonishment that she could feel every pulse, every pounding, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His centre opened again, regained their focussing, and he cupped her face in his medal, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special giving. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second base, too…and my thirdly,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his implements of war around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her point. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his sass and tongue .