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 shabu. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial velocipede ) ? It was sinister 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 scoop modification, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely defecate out a male driver, no rider, non-descript dark Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the number one wood 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 suspicious length, she squinted into the dark 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 days since you graduated ? I think you can call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, young lady, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a here and now, 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 swim 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 family — Saami low cut hair, same easy smile, Lapplander variety brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a ready rush of passion to her face as she remembered what a immense 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 whistling."And you always take the keke, this later at nighttime ?"He glanced over quickly, fear on his face."I mean, not that you can't consume guardianship of yourself, but it's night out there, and kind of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the mechanic workshop, and I was working on a paper at the library — it's due on Friday, before second semester breaking, and I'm variety of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative analysis 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 have bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the water
drops off of her chalk with the bound of her jersey, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the abstract, all of my note cards, the finger cymbals written down — I'm just having a hard 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 plosive speech sound light.
"You know, my home isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can pop the question any suggestions. We could even throw 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 upright 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 problem — always glad to help out a former student. And please, prognosticate me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older vicinity, with pocket-size, trim chiliad and huge tree diagram lining the street. His house was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the breast door, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and propagate out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Russell terrier, Academy Award — Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his heart — who was excited and delighted to give birth party visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them hump you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head."Nope…my granny couldn't take the cold and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a duet of calendar month ago. Since I'm in schooling, I decided to persist 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 ducky instructor in secondary school. She wasn't the sole girl in her class who had had a crush on him. He was well-favoured, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and leaning, with that rattling smile. He was young, properly out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, great horse sense of witticism — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that fervour and enthusiasm to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her home. He helped her slip on her sweatshirt, now warm and drier than the relief of her wearing apparel.
As he pulled up to her flat construction, he said,"You know, I could help you polish that paper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her core pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would treasure 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 earphone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his act into her mobile. 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 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, randy exhibitioner. She lathered the grievous bodily harm luxuriously over her soft skin. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the roofing tile wall, feeling her top grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would feel sliding down her slope, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her hind end, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a handle. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, knit, inexperienced daughter like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her observation in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing brown eyes — probably her best feature, but always behind her ever-present eyeglasses. A scattering of freckle — not every guy likes those. And there's just too a great deal of me, she thought, frowning at her full bosoms and smacking her sizeable fundament in discomfort. 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 articulatio humeri, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her backsheesh felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton plant, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and rend on them, teasing them into aching little peaks. Still tugging on her summit with her go out hand, she slid her right hand hand into her panties, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense climax and soothed herself to sleep.
The next dawn, she woke up tardily — her hair tangled, the bed sheet in disarray, and her panties pushed halfway down her second joint. She'd evidently had some wild dreaming. And she could hardly condense in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his nominal head thousand."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the common cold. They worked on the wind up touches of her newspaper publisher over a arena of noodles.
"well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you find about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really alleviate — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked gruelling. I would consecrate you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plans or the vacation ?"
"No, not really. Since my sept and grandma moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel practically 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 loge of ornaments…a string of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was contagious. While he filled the standstill with water and worked on getting the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a duad of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a Edward White Xmas. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a couple of Sung, 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 goodness as real hot chocolate,"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 mitt and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his work force and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His candy kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and Eucalyptus amygdalina, and Ifeoma's genu felt light. He pulled her close against his body, and Ifeoma felt a rigourousness in the strawman of his denim, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could feel it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the candy 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 document, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, unable to depend 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 induce to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll call you and let you acknowledge my form, 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 keep, but got no response. A calendar week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the doorway to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pinko with the cold, holding a plate of assorted homemade cookie.
"Wow, those look fantastical ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, arrive 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 trouble about it, you don't need to excuse anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of junk food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favorite eating house. They drove around and looked at Christmas lighter for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"deprivation to come in for cooky ? I happen to induce some homemade ones. And I even have milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his supercilium playfully.
"real chocolate this time ? How could a lady friend resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookie and sipping spiked hot coffee, listening to Ifeoma's Dec 25 CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a giving for you. Hang on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a humble package wrapped neatly in Au 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 putting surface leather-bound journal, the cover 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 colouring reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to roll in the hay, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you continue writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her fuzz back from her expression."You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my course a couple of year ago, you were what — XVIII ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to address, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"wellspring,"he said quietly,"even when you were my bookman and I knew it was haywire, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her shoulder, down to the diminished 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 severe."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her weapon system around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will ask to unwrap it."
He kissed her lips, her impertinence, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouthpiece was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth skin of her back."It feels so sound to finally be able to adjudge you…to touch you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his hand cupping her bare titty, his thumbs teasing her hardening peak. She made a little speech sound of pleasure, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair's-breadth, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his rigorousness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't wrench 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 jean. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his torso, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"full stop, god, blockade, you're going to urinate 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 times, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end mesa, next to his. Then he grabbed her custody and pulled her to her feet.
"safe, 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,"substantial good."He left a lead of their clothing all the way to the chamber : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her dungaree and step-in down over her hips and tossed them on the story, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip poker plot,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her cervix and kissing her berm. His hide was warm, and she could feel the distance of his severe rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft Robert Floyd Curl Jr. between her second joint. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her puss, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one foresighted, slim finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so compressed, I can't delay to be at bottom you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his rooster against her tricky slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"sister, you're so pixilated,"he panted with campaign, pushing a little to a greater extent insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her case. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a expression of almost grim decision on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his eyes, and suddenly he understood and felt like a aggregate bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, dear, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okey, I'm okeh, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve better. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS especial !"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 face against his dresser, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his subdivision around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hand 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.
"wellspring,"he said,"we were sort of skipping straight to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her cervix, her berm, her clavicle, her bosoms… stopping to rally her Tips with his lips and lingua while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journeying south ward, dipping his natural language briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her wooden leg, bending her legs at the knee and pushing her thigh apart. His breathing time was hot against her, and he opened her puss with his thumbs, running his tongue from her untried opening to her lilliputian clit. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in schooling, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a duad of quick deal problem. 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 exit for further 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 tongue 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 tickle yourself, you know…it's better when individual else makes you palpate good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her pussycat opening for him like a prime.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me defecate 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 dapple that made her pant, made her push her puss against his sass, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet place, 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 ebullition of her mellisonant juices as she came in his mouthpiece. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and aureate and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive push button became too practically, he seemed to smell that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His quick tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gentle, but warmly and firm, pushing a piddling deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his arms, and his hand replaced his lip. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a piffling more than. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his natural language in her mouth mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His fingerbreadth brushed over a magic situation deep inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a foul, knowing, smiling, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his mitt. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her sexual climax — then he kissed her, and she could smack her own pleasure on his mouth and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are More fix for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her stage apart with his knees, as her Kitty-Cat 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 oculus, breathing shallowly. She stroked her bridge player up and down his scape a few meter, marveling that the skin was so sonant, but his Attention was so gruelling. A tiny drop of liquidity appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the egotistical head of his rooster, 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 nose. He slipped his hands under her to cup her Buttocks and lift her rosehip a little.
"My hands are kind of meddlesome,"he said, squeezing her brass a little for accent, making her laughter and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her pussycat, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit a
little, until she could feel him drop off inside her again. This prison term, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so surface."Deep breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp little pant of bother, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her face all over, her face, her eyelid, her forehead.
"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 blazon around his cervix. She began to move a picayune, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his nerve against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful regular recurrence, and she felt his muscle tensing. His eyes were closed, his look design, 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 giving, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide in amazement that she could experience every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his seminal fluid. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His center opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his palm, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a exceptional natural endowment. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my endorse, too…and my third base,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our durability back."Uh He circled his arm around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his handwriting up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her oral sex. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and glossa .