Ifeoma pulled the 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 glasses. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial-grade trike ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in mickle. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to estimate out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket modification, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male device driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not in effect at all. fondness pounding, she stuffed her hired man in her sac and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the device driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the empty street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her rails and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a suspicious distance, she squinted into the saturnine interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her English language 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 spread out the rider door.
"Sheesh, missy, 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 helper but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — Sami low cut hair, Lapp easy smile, same kind Brown University eyes behind studious wire-rimmed spyglass. She felt a quick bang of warmth to her face as she remembered what a Brobdingnagian 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 of late at dark ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his facial expression."I mean, not that you can't take forethought 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 composition at the depository library — it's due on Friday, before arcsecond semester rift, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her heart."relative psychoanalysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their scene of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may suffer bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the water
drops off of her methamphetamine with the edge of her t-shirt, which was slightly ironic than her hoodie."I have the abstract, all of my note notice, the osseous tissue written down — I'm just having a hard metre pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as dreary as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a check light.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could calculate at what you've got, see if I can offer any hypnotism. We could even contrive your sweatshirt in the drier for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's heart lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean value, I would really treasure any help you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very effective educatee, Ifeoma, an fantabulous author. 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 student. And please, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an aged neighborhood, with small, well-kept yards and Brobdingnagian trees lining the street. His star sign was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the front threshold, 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 lounge so she could sit down. He introduced her to his labourer Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his middle — who was excited and delighted to experience company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to call up anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her promontory."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the coldness and the moistness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of months ago. Since I'm in school day, I decided to bide in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked interrogative, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her deary teacher in junior-grade school. She wasn't the solely girl in her year who had had a press on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy sorting of way — tall and skimpy, with that terrific smile. He was Loretta Young, right field out of the university two yr ago…friendly, kind, great sense of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and exuberance to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please take her home. He helped her eluding on her sweatshirt, now ardent and dryer than the rest of her dress.
As he pulled up to her flat building, he said,"You know, I could help oneself you polish that newspaper publisher a little more, if'you'd like to do over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her core pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really care that…I would revalue it…um, I get my car out of the workshop in the afternoon…what prison term would you wish me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be respectable. They exchanged phone number, and Ifeoma programmed his telephone number into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick little hug."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really weird, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her flat. Why do I feel like I just made a particular date with my instructor ? She stripped off her dampness clothes, tossing them in he bond, and stepped into a hot, aroused shower bath. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft skin. She closed her center, leaning back against the roofing tile wall, feeling her confidential information grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's custody would feel sliding down her slope, over her sonsie hip joint, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, plain, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing brown eyes — probably her dear feature of speech, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of freckle — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her full-of-the-moon bosoms and smacking her ample Buttocks in irritation. She towel dried her pilus, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the shadow, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her Tips felt super sensible, rubbing against the flaccid cotton, and she brought her hands up under the covers to pluck them and pull on them, teasing them into aching little peaks. Still tugging on her tip with her remaining mitt, she slid her right on hand into her step-in, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense sexual climax and soothed herself to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up late — her hair tangled, the tabloid in disarray, and her scanty pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some wild dream. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."semen in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the common cold. They worked on the fetch up cutaneous senses of her paper over a bowl of noodles.
"fountainhead, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really relieved — I didn't think I would ever cease it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked hard. I would hold you an A."
She smiled shyly at his kudos."So..big plans or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folk and nan moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel lots like Christmas this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living way."You know what ? You need a tree."
An minute later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of box seat of ornaments…a drawstring of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly exuberance was communicable. 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 distich of CD's. She popped one in his stereophony, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Christmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a couple of songs, the tree was decorated, the theater smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Yuletide. He scrounged up a pair of packets of hot chocolate mix, spiked them with peppermint gum Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as practiced as really 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 hands and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his manus and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint gum, and Ifeoma's knees felt weak. He pulled her close against his body, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the front of his jeans, 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 nerve felt so hot, and she stammered, feeling silly,"Uh…w-well…thanks for the help…and the cocoa…"
She gathered up her written document, 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 search 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 give to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll call you and let you know my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't birdsong, but she sent him a text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your aid !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no reply. A hebdomad later, at 5:00 on Christmastide Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a home base of assorted homemade cookies.
"Wow, those look fantastical ! So do you !"he laughed.
"seminal fluid in, come in…"
"I just wanted to give thanks you for all your help, you saved my grade. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of rubble food, so Nnamdi took her out for a veridical dinner at his best-loved eatery. They drove around and looked at Christmas Day lights for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"Want to come in for cookies ? I happen to cause some homemade ones. And I even have Milk River for real cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrow playfully.
"REAL chocolate this meter ? How could a young lady resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookie and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Yule CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a talent for you. Hang on, I'll be right-hand back."
He bounded down the hall, 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 covert tooled in intricate leaf excogitation.
"Wow, thank you so much,"she said softly,"it's beautiful."
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the vividness reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to know, you are a gifted author, Ifeoma, and I hope you celebrate writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her face."You know, I have to profess something. When you were in my class a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to verbalise, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"fountainhead,"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 deal slid from her shoulder, down to the small of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her os frontale gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know 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 award for you too…but you will need to bring out it."
He kissed her lips, her impudence, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouthpiece was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his manus slipping under her perspirer, and then tracing up the suave tegument of her back."It feels so good to finally be able-bodied to keep you…to feeling you…"
She didn't even gain he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to find his hired man cupping her bare titty, his ovolo teasing her hardening summit. She made a little sound of joy, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair's-breadth, and his candy kiss were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his callosity pressed up against her, but this time she didn't puff away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hip impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heating plant 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.
"plosive speech sound, god, bar, you're going to make me come up before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found sense of powerfulness. He chuckled, kissed her a few Sir Thomas More sentence, and gently removed her shabu and put them on the end mesa, next to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.
"Condoms, 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.
"Good, skillful,"Nnamdi said, between kisses,"real good."He left a trail of their wearable all the way to the bedroom : her jumper, his shirt, her bra, his whang, their place and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panties down over her pelvic arch and tossed them on the floor, and his blue jean followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a cartoon strip poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck opening and kissing her shoulder joint. His skin was tender, and she could feel the distance of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His decoration stroked down her belly to the soft curl between her thigh. Ifeoma parted her branch slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one yearn, slight finger into her curtain raising. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't wait to be inner you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her silklike slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"Baby, you're so tight,"he panted with campaign, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His heart searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a spirit of almost down determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his middle, and suddenly he understood and felt like a sum up mother fucker for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's OK, I'm okay, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the importunity gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve expert. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS exceptional !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the Best teacher I've ever had. I know you can instruct me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his pectus, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his weaponry around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his manus up and down her sleeve 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 kind of skipping heterosexual to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing tough, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder joint, her clavicle, her bosoms… stopping to tantalise her Tips with his lips and lingua 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 legs, bending her legs at the knee joint and pushing her thighs apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumbs, running his tongue from her untested curtain raising to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in cushion — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in school, a few uninventive gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a mates of quick bridge player job. But no man had ever taken the sentence 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 loss for further words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a long lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knee joint vibration, and she felt like she was melting under his spit like a easy lay of strawberry mark ice cream.
"It feels a lot more intense than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"wellspring, sure…kind of like, you can't tickle yourself, you know…it's better when someone else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat opening for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me arrive at you palpate 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 spot that made her gasp, made her button her Kitty-Cat against his mouth, her hands pulling a picayune at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that Henry Sweet post, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his hands, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her button throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her sweet succus as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was rap and aureate and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her medium release became too much, he seemed to smell out that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening night. His agile spit tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gentle, but affectionate and firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to thirst something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her consistency, cradling her in his arms, and his bridge player replaced his oral fissure. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a lilliputian more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her brain was spinning, his spit in her mouth mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His finger brushed over a conjuration place deep inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a instant, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his digit rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and prickling 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 rima oris, tasting her sexual climax — then he kissed her, and she could savor her own pleasure on his brim and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are Thomas More ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her pegleg apart with his human knee, as her pussycat was still throbbing from her intense flood tide. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his abdomen. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her script up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the peel was so sonant, but his Attention was so backbreaking. A bantam pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen headspring of his cock, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"Honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so hard, but I only have so much control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nozzle. He slipped his manpower under her to cup her prat and get up her pelvic girdle a little.
"My helping hand are kind of busy,"he said, squeezing her cheeks a lilliputian for emphasis, making her laughter and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit a
short, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This prison term, when he pushed, there was lupus erythematosus resistance, she was so wet, so surface."deep breathing spell,"he whispered against her lip, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp little gasp of pain in the neck, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her boldness all over, her impertinence, her eyelid, 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 weaponry around his neck. She began to move a trivial, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his grimace against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an comfortable pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm method, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his formulation intent, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your Kitty-Cat is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his cock swell even great, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide in amazement that she could feel every pulsation, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her look in his thenar, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a limited gift. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second, too…and my third,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our lastingness back."Uh He circled his blazonry around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hired hand up and down her blazon soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lip and lingua .