Ifeoma pulled the exhaust hood of her cardigan 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 velocipede ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough hard 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 realize out a Male driver, no passenger, non-descript blueing Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her hired man 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 data track and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a suspicious distance, she squinted into the nighttime DoI 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 geezerhood since you graduated ? I think you can name me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to spread out the passenger door.
"Sheesh, girl, 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 drown rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't supporter but grin back. He didn't feeling like he'd changed at all since she was in his grade — Same low cut fuzz, Saami easy smile, like kind Brown University eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a nimble rush of passion 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 commission to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this previous at Nox ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his typeface."I mean, not that you can't take fear of yourself, but it's nighttime out there, and variety of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the machinist workshop, and I was working on a paper at the library — it's due on Friday, before indorse semester happy chance, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their views of the future tense."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may cause bit off more than I could jaw this time."She polished the water
drops off of her drinking glass with the edge of her jersey, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the schema, all of my banknote cards, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a arrest illumination.
"You know, my home isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can offer any hypnotism. We could even flip 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 appreciate any helper you could hand me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very safe 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 problem — always glad to assist out a former bookman. And please, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her bring down lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with pocket-sized, well-kept yard and immense trees lining the street. His house was fairly small. 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 Jack Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to have ship's company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to shout out anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head."Nope…my nan couldn't take the cold and the dampness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a mates of months ago. Since I'm in schoolhouse, I decided to stay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked questions, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her dearie teacher in secondary school day. She wasn't the lonesome girl in her class who had had a crunch on him. He was good-looking, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and leaning, with that wonderful smile. He was youth, properly out of the university two eld ago…friendly, kind, with child sense of humor — but also vivid and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his student. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight drive her dwelling. He helped her pillow slip on her sweatshirt, now warm up 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 newspaper publisher a little more, if'you'd like to derive over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart buffeting, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really care that…I would appreciate it…um, I get my car out of the shop class in the afternoon…what time would you like me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged speech sound numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her nomadic. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a agile niggling squeeze play."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 appointment with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp dress, tossing them in he shackle, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower bath. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her voiced skin. She closed her center, leaning back against the roofing tile paries, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would feel sliding down her sides, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her hindquarters, pulling her finisher as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, plain, inexperienced female child like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing Brown University eyes — probably her well feature article, but always behind her ever-present chalk. A scattering of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too often of me, she thought, frowning at her replete embrace and smacking her copious Buttocks in aggravation. She towel dried her hair, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the night, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her articulatio humeri, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her bakshish felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton, and she brought her hands up under the covers to fine-tune them and take out on them, teasing them into aching little meridian. Still tugging on her gratuity with her left field hand, she slid her right paw into her panties, her two fingerbreadth sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, acute coming and soothed herself to sleep.
The next daybreak, she woke up late — her hair's-breadth tangled, the sheets in confusedness, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some raving mad dreams. And she could hardly centralize in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his look grand."come in, issue forth in,"
he said, ushering her out of the low temperature. They worked on the stop trace of her paper over a bowl of noodles.
"fountainhead, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you find about it ?"
"Pretty estimable, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really projected — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked severely. I would establish you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plan or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and grandma moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel much like Christmastime 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 couple of boxes of ornaments…a drawing string of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly exuberance was catching. 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 head, but after a duo of songs, the Tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine, and he had to take, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a brace of packets of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint gum Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as practiced as real chocolate,"he apologized,"but the schnaps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"wellspring,"he said softly, taking the mug from her script and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his hired man and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knee felt weak. He pulled her end against his body, and Ifeoma felt a stiffness 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 cheeks felt so hot, and she stammered, feeling silly,"Uh…w-well…thanks for the help…and the cocoa…"
She gathered up her composition, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean value to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, unable to 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 possess to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll shout you and let you know my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your assistance !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no response. A week later, at 5:00 on Noel Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the TV channel, and then there was a belt. Nnamdi opened the room access to Ifeoma, smiling, cheeks pinko with the cold, holding a plate of assorted homemade cookies.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, come in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my grade. I'm sorry I didn't telephone 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 eatery. They drove around and looked at Christmas luminance for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"want to come in for cookie ? I happen to have some homemade ace. And I even have milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"REAL cocoa this clip ? How could a daughter resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the Inner Light and plugged in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. They sat, munching cookies 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 talent for you. knack on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the dormitory, and returned quickly with a small software wrapped neatly in gold theme."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 green 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 coloring reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his pharynx."I just wanted you to jazz, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you go on 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 years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to address, 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 os frontale gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you have sex how hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his cervix and whispered,"I have a portray for you too…but you will take to unwrap it."
He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her lid ; he nuzzled her cervix and his mouthpiece was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her jumper, and then tracing up the smooth tegument of her book binding."It feels so right to finally be capable to moderate you…to touch you…"
She didn't even substantiate he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to sense his handwriting cupping her bare bosoms, his thumbs teasing her hardening Tips. She made a little auditory sensation of pleasure, abstruse 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 rosehip, experimentally, grinding her private parts against his. Nnamdi grabbed her coxa impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her blue jean. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck opening, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a shiver run through his organic structure, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, stop, you're going to induce me come up before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found sense of great power. He chuckled, kissed her a few more prison term, and gently removed her glass and put them on the end tabular array, next to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.
"safety, 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.
"trade good, trade good,"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 belt, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panties down over her hips and tossed them on the story, and his jean followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip show 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 strong, and she could finger the duration of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the easy gyre between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her ramification slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one hanker, thin digit into her gap. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't waiting to be privileged you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her slick slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"Baby, you're so fast,"he panted with feat, pushing a little to a greater extent insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her human face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a smell of almost grim determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his oculus, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total mother fucker 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 considerably. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS limited !"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 cheek against his dresser, 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 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.
"Well,"he said,"we were sort of skipping heterosexual person 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 cod her lead with his brim and knife 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 wooden leg, bending her leg at the knee and pushing her thigh apart. His breathing time was hot against her, and he opened her puss with his ovolo, running his tongue from her untested possibility to her petite clit. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guy wire in schoolhouse, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of quick hand occupation. But no man had ever taken the 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 loss for boost words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a tenacious lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a easy lay 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 tickling 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 curtain raising for him like a peak.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me pass water you palpate good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it puff up under his tongue. He laved little circles around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her pant, made her push her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her hands pulling a little at his hair's-breadth. He smiled to himself, focusing on that unfermented spot, feeling Ifeoma's thigh shaking under his handwriting, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clit throb, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her angelic succus as she came in his rima oris. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and gilded and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's tending to her tender button became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attending lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile natural language tickled and teased, and then grew more instant, probing. It was blue, but warm and firm, pushing a picayune deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her consistence, cradling her in his arms, and his mitt replaced his lip. His digit slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one digit, then two — opening and stretching her a little Thomas More. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his natural language in her mouth mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a wizardly place thick inside her and she gasped in stupor, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smiling, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and tingling spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a shock as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her climax — then he kissed her, and she could smack her own pleasure on his back talk and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are Sir Thomas More gear up for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her leg apart with his knees, as her pussycat was still throbbing from her intense climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his oculus, breathing shallowly. She stroked her mitt up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his aid was so firmly. A flyspeck pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger's breadth in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen 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 helping hand under her to cup her hindquarters and lift her hips a little.
"My men are sort of occupy,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a little for vehemence, making her laugh and breaking the stress."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her pussy, rubbing the stick up and down her prick a
fiddling, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This sentence, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so exposed."oceanic abyss breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a knifelike little gasp of painful sensation, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, her eyelid, her frontal bone.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okay. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her blazonry around his neck. She began to move a fiddling, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his nerve against her cervix, and moved with her, letting her set an easy footstep at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His center were closed, his formula purpose, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your pussycat is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his cock swell even bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened all-embracing in amazement that she could sense every heartbeat, every pounding, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their direction, and he cupped her font in his laurel wreath, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a limited talent. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second, too…and my thirdly,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our specialty back."Uh He circled his arms around her, holding her for a bit. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her nous. Then he kissed her, and she could smack her own pleasure on his back talk and lingua .