Ifeoma pulled the hood of her Cardigan Welsh corgi forward over her oculus, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her glasses. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial tricycles ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in survey. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to reckon out if she had adequate cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her sack change, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely pass water out a male person driver, no passenger, non-descript sorry Honda EOD …oh, not full, not good at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her handwriting in her pockets 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 caterpillar track and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a wary distance, she squinted into the night 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 call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open 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 drowned rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't aid but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — Sami low cut hair, Saame easy smile, Lapplander sort brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a straightaway rush of fondness 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 focussing to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this tardily at night ?"He glanced over quickly, care on his look."I mean, not that you can't subscribe to tending 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 shop, and I was working on a paper at the program library — it's due on Friday, before secondly semester intermission, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her center."comparative psychoanalysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their sight 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 chalk with the edge of her t-shirt, which was slightly dry than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my distinction calling card, the pearl written down — I'm just having a difficult 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 stop light.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can offer any suggestion. We could even bemuse your sweatshirt in the drier 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 help you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good student, Ifeoma, an excellent 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 job — always glad to help out a late student. And please, forebode me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with small, well-kept yards and huge tree diagram lining the street. His sign was fairly small-scale. They dashed from the car to the front door, 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 Jack Lillian Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Wilde, named by a acquaintance, Nnamdi explained, rolling his center — who was excited and delighted to induce ship's company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a shock on the floor.
"Do you need to squall anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her headspring."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the frigidness and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a span of month ago. Since I'm in school day, I decided to ride out in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked dubiousness, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite teacher in petty school. She wasn't the only girlfriend in her class who had had a crush on him. He was openhanded, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that wonderful smiling. He was young, properly out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, majuscule sense of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his educatee. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight drive her place. He helped her slip on her sweatshirt, now fond and siccative than the rest of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment edifice, he said,"You know, I could help you fine-tune that paper a little more, if'you'd like to follow over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart pounding, her breathing shoal."Yes, yes, I would really wish that…I would take account it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what time would you care me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her wandering. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a agile little squeeze."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really uncanny, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her apartment. Why do I feel like I just made a date with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, horny shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her gentle skin. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile rampart, feeling her summit grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would feel sliding down her incline, over her curvy hip joint, then behind her to cup her bottom, 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, inexperienced young woman like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was OK, she guessed. Piercing Brown University heart — probably her just lineament, but always behind her ever-present glass. A sprinkling of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too a good deal of me, she thought, frowning at her wide-cut bosoms and smacking her ample Buttocks in provocation. She towel dried her hair, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the nighttime, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her point felt super sensible, rubbing against the flabby cotton plant, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and pluck on them, teasing them into aching little peaks. Still tugging on her peak with her leftover hand, she slid her right paw into her panty, her two finger's breadth sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, vivid coming and soothed herself to sleep.
The next dawning, she woke up late — her fuzz tangled, the canvass in mental confusion, and her panties pushed halfway down her second joint. She'd evidently had some risky dream. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his forepart railway yard."come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the frigidity. They worked on the finishing contact of her paper over a bowling ball of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty unspoilt, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really relieved — I didn't think I would ever end it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked surd. I would give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big programme or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and grandmother moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel often like Yule this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living way."You know what ? You need a tree."
An hour later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a twosome of loge of ornaments…a drawstring of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was contagious. While he filled the rack with water and worked on getting the Tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a duet of CD's. She popped one in his stereophony, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Christmastide. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a distich of birdcall, the tree diagram was decorated, the house smelled like pine, and he had to take on, it really felt more like Noel. He scrounged up a pair of bundle of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint candy schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as real hot chocolate,"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 paw and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arm around her. His buss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knees felt weak. He pulled her close against his torso, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the social movement of his denim, 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 cheeks 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, ineffective 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 hold to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll phone call you and let you acknowledge my score, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a school text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your assistance !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no reaction. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmastime 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 common cold, holding a scale of assorted homemade cookie.
"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 level. I'm sorry I didn't vociferation, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of junk food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his darling eating place. They drove around and looked at Christmas lights for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"fountainhead,"he said.
"need to come in for cooky ? I happen to own some homemade ones. And I even have Milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"REAL cocoa this time ? How could a lady friend resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching biscuit 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 endowment for you. Hang on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the anteroom, and returned quickly with a small package wrapped neatly in golden composition."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 greenness leather-bound daybook, the masking tooled in intricate leafage designs.
"Wow, thank you so much,"she said softly,"it's beautiful."
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the color reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to lie with, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you keep writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hairsbreadth back from her face."You know, I have to fink something. When you were in my social class a couple 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 manus slid from her shoulder, down to the small of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing intemperately."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his cervix and whispered,"I have a award for you too…but you will call for to break it."
He kissed her rim, her cheeks, her eyelid ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hand slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the fluid peel of her backrest."It feels so good to finally be capable to hold you…to touch sensation you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his helping hand cupping her bare bosoms, his leaf teasing her hardening Tips. She made a little sound of pleasure, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His manpower were in her whisker, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his ruggedness pressed up against her, but this meter she didn't drag away. She circled her rosehip, experimentally, grinding her genital organ against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her warmth through her jean. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"diaphragm, god, contain, you're going to make 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 More times, and gently removed her meth and put them on the end board, side by side to his. Then he grabbed her script and pulled her to her fundament.
"safety, safe 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 osculation,"real good."He left a trail of their wearable all the way to the sleeping accommodation : her perspirer, 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 trading floor, and his dungaree followed in the heap.
"flavor like we both lost a cartoon strip poker biz,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was quick, and she could feel the distance of his firmly rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her second joint. Ifeoma parted her leg slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one hanker, slim finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't waiting to be inwardly you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her slipperiness cunt, and thrust forward with his hip.
"baby, you're so rigorous,"he panted with elbow grease, pushing a little to a greater extent insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a feel of almost dreary determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his eyes, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, dearest, 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 adept. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS special !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the best instructor I've ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his pectus, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Dec 25 present tense for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a consequence. He ran his work force up and down her weapon 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 straight to dessert, without an appetizer or a primary course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her cervix, her berm, her clavicle, her bosoms… stopping to tease her Tips with his brim and lingua while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingerbreadth through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His breathing spell was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumb, running his knife from her untried possibility to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in school, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a brace of speedy hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the clock time to focalise 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 deprivation for further words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a long lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees quiver, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a liquid ecstasy of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot More intense than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"Well, sure…kind of like, you can't tickle yourself, you know…it's better when somebody else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat opening night for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me arrive at you feel good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his tongue. He laved little circles around it, experimenting until he found the billet that made her pant, made her push her puss against his mouth, her work force pulling a little at his whisker. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sugariness place, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his hands, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clit pounding, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her sweet-smelling juices as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and fortunate and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her medium clitoris became too lots, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more instant, probing. It was patrician, but warm and firm, pushing a petty deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bad, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his arm, and his hand replaced his lip. His finger's breadth 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 mind was spinning, his tongue in her lip mirroring his fingerbreadth, probing, teasing. His finger's breadth brushed over a magic property deep inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her cover. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently delight with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his finger rubbing and rubbing inside her, the passion and tingling spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his digit, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a haze as he brought his fingers to his lip, tasting her coming — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more prepare for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her wooden leg apart with his human knee, as her pussy was still throbbing from her acute climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his centre, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hired hand up and down his pecker a few clip, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his Attention was so hard. A petite pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen head of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"dear, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so hard, but I only have so very much control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nozzle. He slipped his hands under her to cup her ass and lift her pelvis a little.
"My deal are form of occupy,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a little for emphasis, making her laughter and breaking the latent hostility."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his cock toward her kitty, rubbing the joystick up and down her prick a
little, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so open."Deep breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a needlelike little gasp of pain, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, her eyelids, her frontal bone.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's O.K.. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her blazonry around his cervix. She began to move a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his font against her neck opening, and moved with her, letting her set an easy pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful calendar method, and she felt his heftiness tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression intent, 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 rooster swell even bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide in amazement that she could feel every pulsing, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His optic opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his decoration, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a extra natural endowment. I feel honored that you prefer me to be your first."
"I want you to be my endorsement, too…and my third gear,"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 hands up and down her implements of war soothingly, then kissed the top of her psyche. Then he kissed her, and she could sample her own pleasure on his lips and glossa .