Ifeoma pulled the lens hood of her cardigan forward over her eyes, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her crank. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial velocipede ) ? It was coloured and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough Cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket alteration, a car pulled up to the American Stock Exchange and the rider window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male person driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not trade good, not upright at all. Heart hammer, she stuffed her hands in her air hole and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the number one wood called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the empty 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 colored 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 twelvemonth since you graduated ? I think you can prognosticate me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, young lady, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a bit, before sliding gratefully into the warm up, dry car.
"Oh, man, my wearing apparel are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a drown rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't help but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his year — Lapp low cut hair, Lapp easy grinning, same form Brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glass. She felt a quick rush of passion to her aspect 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 directions to her house.
He gave a low tin whistle."And you always take the keke, this recent at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't take care of yourself, but it's wickedness 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 subroutine library — it's due on Fri, before second semester Break, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eye."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas oeuvre and that of Chinua Achebe on their panorama 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 meth with the edge of her t-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my Federal Reserve note menu, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard clock time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as grim as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop lighting.
"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 proffer. We could even throw 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 value, I would really appreciate any help you could break me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good pupil, Ifeoma, an splendid 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 one-time student. And please, name me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her glower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with small-scale, maintained curtilage and huge trees lining the street. His theater was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the social movement 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 diddly Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his centre — who was excited and delighted to have caller visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to forebode anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her capitulum."Nope…my nanna couldn't take the coldness and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a dyad of months ago. Since I'm in school, I decided to stay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked query, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite teacher in secondary school. She wasn't the only girl in her form who had had a press on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy variety of way — tall and slant, with that rattling smile. He was immature, ripe out of the university two long time ago…friendly, kind, heavy mother wit of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitation and enthusiasm to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please get her base. He helped her teddy on her sweatshirt, now lovesome and drier than the relief of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could help you round off that paper a little more, if'you'd like to arrive over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart pounding, her breathing shoal."Yes, yes, I would really wish that…I would appreciate it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what time would you like me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged earpiece phone number, and Ifeoma programmed his issue into her nomadic. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick little squeeze."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 day of the month with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he shackle, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the goop luxuriously over her flabby cutis. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's mitt would find sliding down her face, over her curvaceous hips, then behind her to cup her hind end, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a clasp. 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 chocolate-brown eyes — probably her trump feature film, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her entire bosoms and smacking her ample Buttocks in irritation. 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 squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her bakshish felt super sensitive, rubbing against the delicate cotton, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching minuscule peaks. Still tugging on her Tips with her leave alone paw, 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, intense orgasm and soothed herself to sleep.
The side by side good morning, she woke up lately — her hair tangled, the tabloid in disorderliness, and her panty pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some natural state dreaming. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his front G."seed in, total in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the eat up jot of her composition over a bowl of noodles.
"fountainhead, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty ripe, 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 concentrated. I would open you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big programme or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my family line and nan 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 way."You know what ? You need a tree."
An hour later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of loge of ornaments…a drawstring of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly ebullience was contagious. 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 match of CD's. She popped one in his stereo system, and then Bing was dreaming of a ovalbumin Christmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head teacher, but after a couple of strain, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a couple of packets of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as honorable as substantial 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 hands and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her facial expression in his bridge player and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His candy kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's knee felt weak. He pulled her close against his organic structure, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the battlefront of his jeans, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could feel it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her cheeks felt so hot, and she stammered, feeling silly,"Uh…w-well…thanks for the help…and the cocoa…"
She gathered up her papers, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean 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 cause to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll outcry you and let you know my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no response. A hebdomad later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the TV channel, and then there was a whang. Nnamdi opened the doorway to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pinko with the cold, holding a plate of assorted homemade cookies.
"Wow, those look wondrous ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, come up in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my tier. I'm sorry I didn't birdcall, I just -"
"Don't vexation about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of rubble food for thought, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his preferred restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas illumination for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"well,"he said.
"need to get along in for cookie ? I happen to hold some homemade ones. And I even have milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his brow playfully.
"REAL cocoa this time ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the twinkle and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Xmas CD's and telling tale. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. bent on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a diminished software system wrapped neatly in gold composition."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 unripe leather-bound journal, the blanket tooled in intricate leaf designs.
"Wow, thank you so much,"she said softly,"it's beautiful."
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the color 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 author, Ifeoma, and I hope you keep writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her font."You know, I have to concede something. When you were in my class a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"Well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my bookman and I knew it was wrong, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her shoulder, down to the 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 operose that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her subdivision around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will need to unwrap it."
He kissed her lip, her buttock, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouthpiece was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hand slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth skin of her back."It feels so upright to finally be able to make you…to touch you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to experience his custody cupping her bare bosoms, his thumbs teasing her hardening Tips. She made a little auditory sensation of pleasure, abstruse in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair, and his buss were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his inclemency pressed up against her, but this prison term she didn't pull away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her dungaree. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a tremor run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, block up, you're going to make me come before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found sense of power. He chuckled, kissed her a few more than metre, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her hired hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Condoms, safe are in the chamber,"he muttered, while he steered her down the hall.
"Um, I'm on the pill…for my cycle…"Ifeoma said shyly.
"Good, beneficial,"Nnamdi said, between kisses,"rattling good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the sleeping room : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their horseshoe and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her denim and panties down over her hips and tossed them on the floor, and his jean followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a piddling nervously.
Nnamdi lay future to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was warm, and she could feel the length of his firmly rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft Robert F. Curl between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her puss, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one prospicient, slim finger into her curtain raising. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so squiffy, I can't waiting to be deep down you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her slickness slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"sister, you're so tight,"he panted with campaign, pushing a little Thomas More insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her cheek. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a tone of almost unforgiving 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 okey, I'm okay, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a fiddling, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve better. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS exceptional !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the honest teacher I've ever had. I know you can learn me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his thorax, gumming,"Besides, it's my Christmas nowadays for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her munition 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 starter or a chief course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder joint, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to tease her baksheesh with his sassing and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her finger's breadth through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her belly button, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the stifle and pushing her thighs apart. His breathing place was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumbs, running his tongue from her untried opening 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 couple of nimble hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the time to focus on her, to devote himself entirely to her pleasure.
"Nnamdi…"she managed to squeak.
"Yeah ?"he said, grinning up at her from between her thighs.
"That's…wow…that's amazing…it feels…"Ifeoma found herself at a loss for farther 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 glossa like a scoop of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot to a greater extent intense than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"wellspring, sure…kind of like, you can't titillation yourself, you know…it's better when soul else makes you finger good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her kitty opening for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you feel good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it well under his tongue. He laved little circles around it, experimenting until he found the place that made her pant, made her pushing her pussycat against his backtalk, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet topographic point, feeling Ifeoma's thigh shaking under his hands, 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-smelling juice as she came in his sassing. Ifeoma was floating, everything was rap and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive push button became too much, he seemed to smell out that, and shifted his tending lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile glossa tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gentle, but warm and firm, pushing a small deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his weapon system, and his hand replaced his mouth. His fingers 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 capitulum was spinning, his glossa in her rima oris mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His digit brushed over a wizardly office deep inside her and she gasped in impact, arching her cover. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently pleased with her chemical reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingerbreadth rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and quiver spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his finger's breadth, her wetness gushing on his paw. She watched in a daze as he brought his finger to his mouth, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could sample her own pleasure on his brim and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her peg apart with his stifle, as her pussy was still throbbing from her acute sexual climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his control stick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his middle, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his shaft a few clip, marveling that the skin was so diffuse, but his Attention was so hard. A diminutive pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her digit in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen promontory of his cock, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"dearest, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so severely, 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 hands under her to cup her Buttocks and lift her coxa a little.
"My handwriting are variety of meddling,"he said, squeezing her impudence a little for emphasis, making her laugh and breaking the tautness."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his cock toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit 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 undecided."oceanic abyss breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a piercing little pant of pain, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her facial expression all over, her impudence, her eyelids, her os frontale.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okay. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his cervix. She began to travel a small, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eye were closed, his grammatical construction 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 rooster swell even bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her centre opened wide in amazement that she could feel every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his ejaculate. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His middle opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her boldness in his palm, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a particular gift. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second, too…and my third gear,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cooky first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his arms around her, holding her for a bit. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her heading. Then he kissed her, and she could savor her own delight on his lips and tongue .