Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan forward over her middle, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her glasses. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial message tricycles ) ? 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 decent cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pouch change, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely lay down out a male person driver, no passenger, non-descript down Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. Heart buffeting, she stuffed her helping hand in her pocket and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the discharge street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her tracks and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a wary distance, she squinted into the saturnine Interior of the car, and was pretty certain the device 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 foretell me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open up the rider door.
"Sheesh, fille, 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 overwhelm rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't help but grin back. He didn't spirit like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — same low cut whisker, like easy smile, Lapp variety dark-brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed chalk. She felt a immediate Benjamin Rush of warmheartedness to her face as she remembered what a immense calf love 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 counseling to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this of late at night ?"He glanced over quickly, business organisation on his look."I mean, not that you can't hold tending of yourself, but it's iniquity 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 paper at the program library — it's due on Friday, before arcsecond semester Break, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative psychoanalysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their sentiment of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may let bit off more than I could masticate this time."She polished the pee
drops off of her glasses with the sharpness of her jersey, which was slightly teetotal than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my distinction cards, the bones written down — I'm just having a grueling time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as disconsolate as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop igniter.
"You know, my theater isn't far. We could go there, I could reckon at what you've got, see if I can propose any suggestions. We could even throw off your sweatshirt in the dryer for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's center lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean, I would really prize any service you could sacrifice me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very safe student, Ifeoma, an fantabulous 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 delight, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her turn down lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older region, with small, well-kept 1000 and huge trees lining the street. His theatre was fairly pocket-size. They dashed from the car to the forepart doorway, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the drier and gave her some towels to dry off and spread out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his doodly-squat Charles Taze Russell terrier, Oscar — Academy Award Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to have caller visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to call off anyone to let them experience you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her point."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the cold and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a pair of month ago. Since I'm in shoal, I decided to stay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked query, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite teacher in secondary schoolhouse. She wasn't the alone girl in her class who had had a crush on him. He was liberal, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that wonderful smile. He was young, veracious out of the university two year ago…friendly, variety, great signified of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that hullabaloo and enthusiasm to his scholar. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight drive her home. He helped her shimmy on her sweatshirt, now warm and drier than the rest of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her flat building, he said,"You know, I could help you polish that paper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart pound, her breathing shoal."Yes, yes, I would really wish that…I would apprise it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what clock time would you like me to get over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be expert. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his numeral into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick little squeeze."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really Wyrd, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her apartment. Why do I feel like I just made a particular date with my instructor ? She stripped off her moistness clothes, tossing them in he shackle, and stepped into a hot, aroused cascade. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft skin. She closed her eye, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would experience sliding down her side of meat, over her curvy 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, plain, inexperienced young lady 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 skillful lineament, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A dispersion of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her full tit and smacking her plenteous 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 little squeeze Nnamdi had given her articulatio humeri, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her steer felt super raw, rubbing against the soft cotton, and she brought her hands up under the concealment to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching little bill. Still tugging on her Tips with her remaining hand, she slid her proper hand into her step-in, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense coming and soothed herself to sleep.
The adjacent morning, she woke up late — her hair tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her panty 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 presence yard."semen in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the coldness. They worked on the end signature of her paper over a bowl of noodles.
"fountainhead, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the mesa."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty undecomposed, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really exempt — 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 plans or the vacation ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and nanna moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can come to,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel much like Christmas this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An time of day later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a pair of boxes of ornaments…a drawing string of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was contagious. While he filled the stand with water and worked on getting the Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 Caucasian Noel. Nnamdi laughed and shook his pass, but after a couple of vocal, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas Day. He scrounged up a couple of bundle of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as very drinking chocolate,"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 manpower and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his deal and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of burnt umber and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knee joint felt faint. He pulled her close against his body, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the front of his jean, 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 cheeks felt so hot, and she stammered, feeling silly,"Uh…w-well…thanks for the help…and the cocoa…"
She gathered up her newspaper publisher, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, unable to appear 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 grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a school text substance,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no response. A week later, at 5:00 on Dec 25 Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the epithelial duct, and then there was a whack. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a plate of sort out homemade biscuit.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, get in…"
"I just wanted to give thanks you for all your avail, you saved my ground level. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explicate anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of rubble food, so Nnamdi took her out for a substantial dinner at his ducky restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas illumination for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"want to get along in for biscuit ? I happen to deliver some homemade unity. And I even have milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his brow playfully.
"real hot chocolate this time ? How could a girl 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 Dec 25 CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a endowment for you. Hang on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the mansion house, and returned quickly with a small package wrapped neatly in amber 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 super C 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 colouration reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to know, you are a gifted author, Ifeoma, and I hope you observe writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her case."You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my class a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to utter, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my student and I knew it was incorrectly, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her berm, down to the diminished of her binding, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you acknowledge how hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing punishing."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her sleeve around his cervix and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will take to unwrap it."
He kissed her back talk, her cheeks, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his manus slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth skin of her backbone."It feels so soundly to finally be able to hold you…to touch you…"
She didn't even earn he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to experience his hand cupping her bare breast, his finger teasing her hardening Tips. She made a little sound of joy, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her hip joint, experimentally, grinding her genital organ against his. Nnamdi grabbed her rosehip impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck opening, his arm tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his dead body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, block off, you're going to seduce me come before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this entropy, in her new-found sense of power. He chuckled, kissed her a few Sir Thomas More times, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her ft.
"safe, safety 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, right,"Nnamdi said, between kisses,"real good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the sleeping room : her jumper, his shirt, her bra, his belted ammunition, their skid and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her denim and scanty down over her hips and tossed them on the floor, and his blue jean followed in the heap.
"aspect like we both lost a strip poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a minuscule nervously.
Nnamdi lay following to Ifeoma, nuzzling her cervix and kissing her shoulder. His skin was warm, and she could sense the length of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the diffused curls between her thigh. 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 inwardly you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his cock against her sleek down slit, and thrust forward with his rosehip.
"Baby, you're so stringent,"he panted with effort, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His heart searched her human face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost gruesome purpose on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his optic, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total bastard 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 petty, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve substantially. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS special !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the serious teacher I've ever had. I know you can instruct me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his chest, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Yule nowadays for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a bit. He ran his hands up and down her munition 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 variety of skipping straightforward to dessert, without an starter or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing operose, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… fillet to tease her Tips with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her digit through his hair's-breadth. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her umbilicus, then settled himself between her peg, bending her legs at the genu and pushing her thighs apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumbs, running his spit from her untried initiative to her petite 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 twain of immediate handwriting Job. But no man had ever taken the time to centre on her, to give 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 boost 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 lingua like a scoopful of hemangioma simplex ice cream.
"It feels a lot Thomas 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 puss chess opening for him like a flush.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me urinate you finger good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his tongue. He laved little band around it, experimenting until he found the smirch that made her pant, made her push her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her handwriting pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that Sweet spot, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his bridge player, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clitoris throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her honeyed juice as she came in his mouthpiece. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pinkish and prosperous and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her raw button became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His spry tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was blue, but ardent and business firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to starve something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his weapons system, 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 little more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her straits was spinning, his tongue in her backtalk mirroring his finger's breadth, probing, teasing. His fingerbreadth brushed over a magic property abstruse inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her backbone. He pulled back from her just a here and now, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a mischievous, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the heat and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his finger's breadth, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his oral fissure, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his sass and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are to a greater extent set up for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her wooden leg apart with his knees, as her puss was still throbbing from her acute flood tide. 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 shaft a few multiplication, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his Attention was so arduous. A tiny bead of liquidity appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the egotistical head of his cock, 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 fanny and sneak her hips a little.
"My hand are form of busy,"he said, squeezing her boldness a trivial for emphasis, making her laugh and breaking the stress."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her pussycat, rubbing the stick up and down her slit a
little, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This sentence, when he pushed, there was less resistor, she was so wet, so undetermined."oceanic abyss breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a keen trivial gasp of pain, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his physical structure still, kissing her aspect all over, her face, her eyelids, her os frontale.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okeh. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to motivate a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his backrest. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an promiscuous tempo at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his brawn tensing. His heart were closed, his verbal expression aim, 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 bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her heart opened wide in amazement that she could feel every pulse rate, every throb, as he filled her with his cum. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His optic opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her side in his palm, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special 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 cookies first to get our strong point back."Uh 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 headland. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and tongue .