Ifeoma pulled the lens 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 trash. 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 count on out if she had decent cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket change, a car pulled up to the bridle and the rider window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely reach out a male driver, no rider, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. heart and soul pounding, she stuffed her hands in her sack 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 rail and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a wary distance, she squinted into the dreary 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 years since you graduated ? I think you can holler 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 fond, dry car.
"Oh, man, my apparel are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a swim 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 — Saami low cut hair's-breadth, like well-heeled smiling, like form brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a prompt kick of warmth to her boldness as she remembered what a vast 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 focusing to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this late at Night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't get 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 paper at the library — it's due on Friday, before minute semester shift, and I'm sort of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas whole kit and boodle and that of Chinua Achebe on their aspect 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 sharpness of her t-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the schema, all of my note wit, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her climate suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop light.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could wait at what you've got, see if I can offer any hint. We could even confound 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 revalue any help you could establish me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very skilful student, Ifeoma, an first-class writer. I'm looking forward to reading what you have done so far."
Ifeoma blushed, and looked out the windowpane,
"Thanks Mr. Amadi."
He glanced at her again, quickly, then turned right, on to a street."No problem — 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, well-kept curtilage and huge tree lining the street. His house was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the front man room access, 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 sofa so she could sit down. He introduced her to his diddly-shit Russell terrier, Academy Award — Academy Award Oscar Wilde, named by a champion, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to have company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a shock on the floor.
"Do you need to prognosticate anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her headspring."Nope…my gran couldn't take the common cold and the dampness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of months 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 questions, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her darling teacher in secondary school. She wasn't the only young lady in her class who had had a crush on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that rattling smile. He was young, right out of the university two twelvemonth ago…friendly, kind, enceinte sense of wittiness — but also vivid and passionate about lit, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his pupil. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her family. He helped her faux pas on her sweatshirt, now warm and juiceless than the sleep of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her flat building, he said,"You know, I could help you polish that report a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her spirit buffeting, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would apprise it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what time would you like me to come up over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged sound numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder joint and gave her a spry niggling wring."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really weird, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her apartment. Why do I feel like I just made a engagement with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he shackle, and stepped into a hot, horny shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft cutis. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile rampart, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's bridge player would feel sliding down her side of meat, over her curvy hip, then behind her to cup her tail, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to world. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, plain stitch, inexperienced girlfriend like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okeh, she guessed. Piercing brown eye — 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 a lot of me, she thought, frowning at her full heart and smacking her ample hind end 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 liquidity crisis Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her steer felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton, and she brought her hands up under the back to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching niggling peaks. Still tugging on her top with her left hand, she slid her right hired hand into her panties, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense orgasm and soothed herself to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up tardy — her hair's-breadth tangled, the flat solid in disarray, and her panty pushed halfway down her second joint. She'd evidently had some unfounded pipe dream. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the doorway to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."Come in, issue forth in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the finishing touches of her report over a roll of noodles.
"wellspring, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the mesa."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really relieved — I didn't think I would ever complete it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked intemperate. I would fall in you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plans or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and Gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can touch on,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel lots like Yuletide 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 match of boxwood of ornaments…a string of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly exuberance was transmittable. While he filled the stand 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 White Christmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a twain of Song, the Tree was decorated, the planetary house smelled like true pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a couple of packet boat of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with Eucalyptus amygdalina schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as practiced as existent cocoa,"he apologized,"but the schnaps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"Well,"he said softly, taking the mug from her work force and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his work force and kissed her gently. When she didn't objection, he wrapped his limb around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knees felt weak. He pulled her close against his body, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the front of his dungaree, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could find it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her boldness 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 value to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, unable to see 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 cry you and let you know my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't yell, but she sent him a school text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to observe, but got no response. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a whang. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, smile, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a crustal plate of assorted homemade cooky.
"Wow, those look antic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, make out in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your assistance, you saved my grade. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to excuse anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of junk food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favourite eating place. They drove around and looked at Christmas illumination for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"wellspring,"he said.
"Want to get in for biscuit ? I happen to have some homemade single. And I even have milk for literal cocoa."He wiggled his supercilium playfully.
"real cocoa this time ? How could a girlfriend resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot umber, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas 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 antechamber, and returned quickly with a low package wrapped neatly in gold newspaper publisher."It's not practically, 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 cat valium leather-bound daybook, the covering fire tooled in intricate foliage design.
"Wow, thank you so much,"she said softly,"it's beautiful."
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the people of colour reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to cognise, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you keep writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her whisker back from her expression."You know, I have to concede something. When you were in my socio-economic class a mates of years ago, you were what — XVIII ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, 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 paw slid from her berm, 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 hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing grueling."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her blazon around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will take to undo it."
He kissed her sass, her impudence, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his workforce slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the still pelt of her back."It feels so good to finally be able to obtain you…to touch you…"
She didn't even take in he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his work force cupping her bare bosoms, his thumbs teasing her hardening backsheesh. She made a little speech sound of pleasure, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair, and his osculation were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his severeness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her pelvic girdle, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her denim. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his limb tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his trunk, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"check, god, stop, you're going to make me follow before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this info, in her new-found signified of force. He chuckled, kissed her a few More times, and gently removed her crank and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her paw and pulled her to her infantry.
"prophylactic, 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, good,"Nnamdi said, between kisses,"real good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the sleeping accommodation : her jumper, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her dungaree and scanty down over her rose hip and tossed them on the floor, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a comic strip stove poker biz,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a trivial nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was warmly, and she could palpate the distance of his operose rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft gyre between her second joint. 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 night. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't hold to be inside you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the promontory of his rooster against her slick slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"Baby, you're so blind drunk,"he panted with feat, pushing a little more than insistently… and met resistance… His heart searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost grim decision on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his oculus, and suddenly he understood and felt like a add together 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 little, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve better. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS special !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the best teacher I've ever had. I know you can learn me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his dresser, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Yuletide present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his blazonry around her, holding her for a present moment. He ran his men 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 sorting of skipping consecutive to dessert, without an appetizer or a primary course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck opening, her berm, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to beleaguer her lead with his lips and glossa while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his lingua briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the knee joint and pushing her thighs apart. His hint was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumbs, running his tongue from her young possible action to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in electrical shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in school, a few unimaginative gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of speedy hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the clock time to focus on her, to commit 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 retentive lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees shakiness, and she felt like she was melting under his spit like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more than intense than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"fountainhead, 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 pussycat opening move for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me hit you feel good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell up under his tongue. He laved picayune circles around it, experimenting until he found the berth that made her trouser, made her force her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her paw pulling a little at his hairsbreadth. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweetness smudge, feeling Ifeoma's thigh shaking under his mitt, 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 mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and aureate and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive clitoris became too very much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His quick natural language tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was pacify, but warm and business firm, pushing a short deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bad, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her trunk, cradling her in his implements of war, and his hand replaced his mouth. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger's breadth, then two — opening and stretching her a little to a greater extent. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her nous was spinning, his tongue in her sass mirroring his finger's breadth, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a magic billet mysterious inside her and she gasped in daze, arching her binding. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently proud of with her response. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and prickling spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his finger's breadth, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a stupor as he brought his finger's breadth to his back talk, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are to a greater extent ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her peg apart with his genu, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her acute orgasm. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eye, breathing shallowly. She stroked her helping hand up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the pelt was so soft, but his attending was so severely. A tiny bead of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger's breadth in it, tracing his pre-come all over the well headspring of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"love, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so voiceless, 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 script under her to cup her Buttocks and uprise her pelvic arch a little.
"My hands are variety of busy,"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 cock toward her kitty, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit a
little, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This clock time, when he pushed, there was LE impedance, she was so wet, so open."oceanic abyss intimation,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a acuate little gasp of painfulness, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her grimace all over, her cheeks, her eyelids, 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 weaponry around his neck. She began to propel a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his expression against her cervix, and moved with her, letting her set an easy gait at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful cycle, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression intent, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your pussy is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his rooster swell even adult, it felt even harder inside her, and her center opened wide in amazement that she could feel every impulse, every throb, as he filled her with his seminal fluid. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their centering, and he cupped her face in his laurel wreath, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special gift. I feel honored that you select me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second, too…and my tertiary,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cooky first to get our strong suit back."Uh He circled his weapon around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his helping hand up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her straits. Then he kissed her, and she could savour her own pleasure on his lip and natural language .