Ifeoma pulled the cowling 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-grade tricycles ) ? It was dismal and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in mint. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to picture out if she had enough Cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket variety, a car pulled up to the bridle and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male number one wood, no passengers, non-descript disconsolate Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. marrow pounding, she stuffed her manpower in her pouch and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the void 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 dark interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her English people in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five years since you graduated ? I think you can call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the rider door.
"Sheesh, female child, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a moment, before sliding gratefully into the warm, dry car.
"Oh, man, my wearing apparel are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a drowned rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't service but grin back. He didn't spirit like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — same low cut hair, Same easy smile, like kind Robert Brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed trash. She felt a spry Rush of warmth to her face as she remembered what a huge crush she'd had on him. He pulled back out on to the street."So, where are we headed ?"
"Well…I live quite a way from here…"she gave him counseling to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this tardily at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't take precaution of yourself, but it's dark out there, and kind of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the machinist workshop, and I was working on a theme at the library — it's due on Friday, before second semester rupture, and I'm sort of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your subject ?"Ifeoma rolled her eye."comparative psychoanalysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their views of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may consume bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the piddle
drops off of her spyglass with the edge of her tee shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the abstract, all of my annotation cards, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her humor suddenly as disconsolate as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a period light.
"You know, my theatre isn't far. We could go there, I could depend at what you've got, see if I can put up any mesmerism. We could even discombobulate 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 appreciate any helper you could consecrate me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very in effect 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 help out a former pupil. And please, scream me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her down in the mouth lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an onetime neighborhood, with small, well-kept cubic yard and huge trees lining the street. His family was fairly humble. 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 sofa so she could sit down. He introduced her to his diddly-squat Bertrand Arthur William Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Wilde, named by a champion, Nnamdi explained, rolling his oculus — who was excited and delighted to take caller visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her headspring."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the cold and the moistness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of calendar month 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 favorite teacher in lower-ranking schooltime. She wasn't the solely young lady in her class who had had a crush on him. He was well-favored, in a nerdy form of way — tall and leaning, with that wonderful smile. He was Thomas Young, right out of the university two days ago…friendly, form, outstanding sense of sense of humour — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his scholarly person. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight labour her menage. He helped her slip on her sweatshirt, now warm and drier than the residuum of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could help you shine that paper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her mettle buffeting, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really wish that…I would apprise it…um, I get my car out of the workshop in the afternoon…what sentence would you like me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her articulatio humeri and gave her a flying little squeeze."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 date with my instructor ? She stripped off her damp dress, tossing them in he cramp, and stepped into a hot, horny shower bath. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her balmy skin. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the roofing tile bulwark, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would find sliding down her sides, over her sonsy rosehip, then behind her to cup her seat, pulling her finisher as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to realness. Jeez, get a clasp. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, plain stitch, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing embrown eye — probably her best feature, but always behind her ever-present chicken feed. A scattering of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her replete bosoms and smacking her ample Buttocks in pique. She towel dried her hair, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the darkness, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her Tips felt super sensitive, rubbing against the diffuse cotton fiber, and she brought her hands up under the natural covering to pick off them and commit on them, teasing them into aching small tip. Still tugging on her Tips with her pass on handwriting, she slid her right hand into her panties, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, acute orgasm and soothed herself to sleep.
The adjacent first light, she woke up late — her hair tangled, the weather sheet in disarray, and her panty pushed halfway down her second joint. She'd evidently had some wild ambition. And she could hardly centre in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his front end yard."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the frigidity. They worked on the finishing touch sensation of her paper over a bowlful of noodles.
"fountainhead, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the tabular array."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really relieved — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked intemperate. I would give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big design or the vacation ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and nanna moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can touch,"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 hour later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of boxes of ornaments…a cosmic string of lights…all the affair Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was communicable. While he filled the stall with piss and worked on getting the Tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a brace of CD's. She popped one in his stereo system, and then Bing was dreaming of a Caucasian Christmastime. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a couple of songs, the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was decorated, the theater smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmastime. He scrounged up a couple of packets of hot hot chocolate mix, spiked them with peppermint Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as just 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 hired hand and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her nerve in his hands and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his weapon around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of umber and peppermint candy, and Ifeoma's articulatio genus felt debile. He pulled her stopping point against his body, and Ifeoma felt a severeness in the social movement of his blue jean, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could sense it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her buttock 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, ineffectual 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 bear to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll cry you and let you bed my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't yell, but she sent him a textual matter message,"I got an A — thanks for all your assistance !"
He texted back, asking her over to fete, but got no response. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the television channel, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a plate of miscellaneous homemade cookie.
"Wow, those look antic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"come in, amount in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my tier. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't headache about it, you don't need to explicate anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of detritus food, so Nnamdi took her out for a actual dinner at his ducky eating house. They drove around and looked at Xmas lights for a patch, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"wellspring,"he said.
"need to come in for cooky ? I happen to hold some homemade ones. And I even have Milk River for real cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"REAL hot chocolate this time ? How could a miss resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookie and sipping spiked hot burnt umber, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling storey. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a natural endowment for you. hang on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the vestibule, and returned quickly with a minor package wrapped neatly in gilded 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 green leather-bound journal, the cover tooled in intricate folio plan.
"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 pharynx."I just wanted you to know, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you keep writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her facial expression."You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my grade a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to talk, 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 handwriting slid from her shoulder, down to the pocket-size of her rear, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you bed how hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will need to break it."
He kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his rima oris was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the quiet skin of her back."It feels so sound to finally be able to hold you…to tinct you…"
She didn't even bring in he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to sense his manpower cupping her bare boob, his thumbs teasing her hardening Tips. She made a footling sound of pleasure, deeply in her pharynx, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her fuzz, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his rigour pressed up against her, but this metre she didn't pull away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her privates against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her jean. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his blazon tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"period, god, stop, you're going to make me come before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found sensory faculty of power. He chuckled, kissed her a few to a greater extent times, and gently removed her looking glass and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"prophylactic, safety are in the bedchamber,"he muttered, while he steered her down the hall.
"Um, I'm on the pill…for my cycle…"Ifeoma said shyly.
"commodity, good,"Nnamdi said, between kisses,"real good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the bedroom : her perspirer, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panty down over her hip joint and tossed them on the flooring, and his denim followed in the heap.
"aspect like we both lost a strip salamander game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a slight nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her articulatio humeri. His skin was warm, and she could feel the duration of his voiceless rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the sonant curls between her second joint. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her pussy, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, svelte finger into her chess opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't wait to be inside you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her slick dent, and thrust forward with his hips.
"infant, you're so crocked,"he panted with effort, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His middle searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a aspect of almost grim determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his eye, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, dear, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okey, 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 beneficial. 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 teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her expression against his chest, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his blazon around her, holding her for a instant. He ran his handwriting 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.
"fountainhead,"he said,"we were sort of skipping directly to dessert, without an appetizer or a principal course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing tough, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck opening, her shoulder, her clavicle, her bosoms… stopping to taunt her Tips with his backtalk and spit while Ifeoma sighed and ran her finger's breadth through his hair. He continued his journeying south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her omphalos, then settled himself between her leg, bending her peg at the knee joint and pushing her second joint apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumbs, running his tongue from her untried opening to her flyspeck clit. Ifeoma gasped in stupor — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few bozo in schooltime, a few uninventive gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of promptly hand line. But no man had ever taken the time to focus on her, to dedicate himself entirely to her pleasure.
"Nnamdi…"she managed to squeak.
"Yeah ?"he said, grinning up at her from between her thighs.
"That's…wow…that's amazing…it feels…"Ifeoma found herself at a loss for promote words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a long lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his clapper 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 titillation yourself, you know…it's better when person else makes you palpate good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat opening for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me fix you feel good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it tumesce under his tongue. He laved little R-2 around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her pant, made her push her kitty-cat against his mouth, her workforce pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that cherubic spot, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his hired hand, 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 ebullition of her dulcet juice as she came in his mouth. 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 sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her possibility. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more clamant, probing. It was gentle, but warm and house, pushing a footling deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his arms, and his hired hand replaced his rima oris. His fingerbreadth 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 head was spinning, his lingua in her sass mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a trick place deep inside her and she gasped in electric shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a mo, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a implike, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his finger's breadth rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and thrill spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingerbreadth to his mouth, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could try her own pleasure on his sass and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more cook for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his stifle, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her intense climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his stick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his heart, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the tegument was so soft, but his attention was so hard. A bantam bead of liquid state appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger's breadth in it, tracing his pre-come all over the vain foreland 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 a good deal 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 lift her hips a little.
"My men are form of busy,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a little for accent, making her laugh and breaking the latent hostility."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her pussy, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit a
little, until she could feel him sneak inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less immunity, she was so wet, so unfold."deep breathing place,"he whispered against her sass, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp little gasp of pain, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her case all over, her cheeks, her palpebra, her forehead.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okay. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her branch around his neck. She began to displace a fiddling, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an well-to-do step at first off. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscleman tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression purpose, 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 self-aggrandizing, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide in astonishment that she could feel every pulsing, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focussing, and he cupped her face in his laurel wreath, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special endowment. I feel honored that you prefer me to be your first."
"I want you to be my moment, too…and my one-third,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his deal up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her drumhead. Then he kissed her, and she could try her own pleasure on his sass and natural language .