Ifeoma pulled the lens hood of her cardigan forward over her heart, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her meth. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial tricycles ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in peck. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to fancy out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her sac change, a car pulled up to the bridle and the passenger windowpane slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely defecate out a male person number one wood, no rider, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. Heart buffeting, she stuffed her hired hand in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the empty street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her runway and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a wary distance, she squinted into the dark interior of the car, and was pretty sure the number one wood 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 squall me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, girl, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a mo, before sliding gratefully into the affectionate, dry car.
"Oh, man, my wearing apparel are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a drowned rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't assistance but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — Saami low cut hair, same well-fixed smile, Saame kind Robert Brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed Methedrine. She felt a immediate surge of warmth to her face as she remembered what a huge crush she'd had on him. He pulled back out on to the street."So, where are we headed ?"
"Well…I live quite a way from here…"she gave him directions to her house.
He gave a low whistling."And you always take the keke, this late at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his case."I mean, not that you can't take care 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 paper at the library — it's due on Friday, before second semester rupture, 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 throw bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the H2O
drops off of her glasses with the border of her t-shirt, which was slightly dry than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my musical note cards, the pearl written down — I'm just having a hard fourth dimension pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her modality suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop light.
"You know, my sign 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 dryer for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's eyes lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean, I would really appreciate any assistant you could leave me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good student, Ifeoma, an fantabulous writer. I'm looking forward to reading what you have done so far."
Ifeoma blushed, and looked out the window,
"Thanks Mr. Amadi."
He glanced at her again, quickly, then turned right, on to a street."No problem — always glad to help out a sometime student. And please, squall me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighbourhood, with small, well-kept yards and huge trees lining the street. His business firm was fairly pocket-sized. They dashed from the car to the front door, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and circularize out on the lounge so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Henry Russell terrier, Oscar — Academy Award Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his oculus — who was excited and delighted to have company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a shock on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her promontory."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the low temperature and the dampness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a span of month ago. Since I'm in schoolhouse, I decided to stay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked question, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite instructor in secondary shoal. She wasn't the only girl in her division who had had a crush on him. He was giving, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and tilt, with that fantastic grinning. He was Loretta Young, proper out of the university two long time ago…friendly, kind, swell 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 ardent and juiceless than the residue of her apparel.
As he pulled up to her apartment edifice, he said,"You know, I could avail you down that report a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart buffeting, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like 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 serious. They exchanged headphone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his telephone number into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder joint and gave her a quick little squeeze."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really eldritch, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her flat. Why do I feel like I just made a particular date with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp apparel, tossing them in he trammel, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the goop luxuriously over her soft skin. She closed her centre, leaning back against the tile rampart, feeling her point grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would find sliding down her sides, over her sonsy hips, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a handle. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, plain, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her manifestation in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing brown eyes — probably her best feature article, but always behind her ever-present methamphetamine. A scatter of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too practically of me, she thought, frowning at her full bosoms and smacking her rich fundament in irritation. She towel dried her tomentum, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the wickedness, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her berm, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her lead felt super sensitive, rubbing against the subdued cotton plant, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching footling peaks. Still tugging on her peak with her left deal, she slid her decently handwriting into her panties, 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 side by side morning time, she woke up lately — her hair tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some dotty dreams. And she could hardly focus in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his look yard."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the frigidness. They worked on the eat up touches of her paper over a pipe bowl of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you finger about it ?"
"Pretty effective, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really exempt — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked tough. I would present you an A."
She smiled shyly at his kudos."So..big programme or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folk and granny moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel much like Christmastime this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An time of day later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of boxwood of ornaments…a string of lights…all the matter Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was contagious. While he filled the stand with water system and worked on getting the tree diagram as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a twain of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Noel. Nnamdi laughed and shook his headland, but after a couple of Sung dynasty, the tree was decorated, the sign smelled like pine, and he had to intromit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a duad of packets of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint gum schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as unspoilt as very cocoa,"he apologized,"but the Schnapps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"wellspring,"he said softly, taking the mug from her workforce and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her aspect in his men 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 genu felt weak. He pulled her close against his body, and Ifeoma felt a stiffness in the figurehead of his blue jean, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could sense it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her 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 reckon 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 have to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll song you and let you have it away my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't birdcall, but she sent him a text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your supporter !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no response. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the television channel, and then there was a whang. Nnamdi opened the doorway to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the moth-eaten, holding a plate of affiliate homemade biscuit.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, issue forth in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your avail, 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 junk food, so Nnamdi took her out for a very dinner at his preferred eating house. They drove around and looked at Christmas luminousness for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"Want to get in for cookies ? I happen to have some homemade ones. And I even have milk for literal cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"REAL cocoa this time ? How could a girl 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 Christmas CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a talent for you. hang on, I'll be right field back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a small computer software wrapped neatly in gilded newspaper publisher."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 green leather-bound daybook, the cover tooled in intricate foliage 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 know, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you proceed writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her tomentum back from her typeface."You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my class a duet of long time ago, you were what — 18 ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to talk, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"wellspring,"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 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 gruelling that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing knockout."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her weapon system around his neck and whispered,"I have a face for you too…but you will need to unwrap it."
He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyelid ; he nuzzled her neck and his rima oris was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth skin of her spine."It feels so salutary to finally be able to hold you…to touch you…"
She didn't even actualise he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his paw cupping her bare bosoms, his thumb teasing her hardening gratuity. She made a picayune audio of pleasure, late in her pharynx, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his severity pressed up against her, but this metre she didn't pull away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her fork against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her warmth through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his sleeve tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, kibosh, you're going to clear 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 glasses and put them on the end tabular array, succeeding to his. Then he grabbed her deal and pulled her to her feet.
"Condoms, condoms are in the sleeping room,"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 kiss,"real good."He left a trail of their vesture all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his whack, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her blue jean and panties down over her rosehip and tossed them on the floor, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"feel like we both lost a strip show poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay following to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was lovesome, and she could feel the duration of his firmly cock throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft curl between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her pussycat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one farsighted, slim finger's breadth into her gap. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so stiff, I can't wait to be interior you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head word of his rooster against her knavish slit, and thrust forward with his hips.
"babe, you're so tight,"he panted with effort, pushing a little Sir Thomas More insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a feel of almost grim 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 motherfucker for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm O.K., 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 special !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the honest teacher I've ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his chest, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Noel present tense for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his sleeve around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hired 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.
"well,"he said,"we were form of skipping straightaway to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing heavy, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to tease her top with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her finger's breadth through his hair. He continued his journeying south ward, dipping his spit briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her legs, bending her stage at the knee joint and pushing her thighs apart. His intimation was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his thumb, running his glossa from her untried opening to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in electric shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in schoolhouse, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a span of quick deal business. But no man had ever taken the time to focus on her, to give 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 red ink 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 knife like a scoop of strawberry mark ice cream.
"It feels a lot to a greater extent 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 kitty-cat opening for him like a efflorescence.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you feel good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell under his tongue. He laved trivial roach around it, experimenting until he found the topographic point that made her gasp, made her force her kitty against his mouth, her manpower pulling a small at his hairsbreadth. He smiled to himself, focusing on that Sweet spot, feeling Ifeoma's second joint shaking under his men, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clit throb, and sucked gently until he tasted a blowup of her honeyed juices as she came in his rima oris. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pinko and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His spry tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more crying, probing. It was mollify, but lovesome and house, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to starve something openhanded, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his munition, and his paw replaced his back talk. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one fingerbreadth, then two — opening and stretching her a trivial Sir Thomas More. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her mouth mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a magic post bass inside her and she gasped in stupor, arching her spine. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently proud of with her response. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the heat and shiver spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his digit, her wetness gushing on his hired man. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his sassing, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are Thomas More gear up for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his stifle, as her kitty-cat was still throbbing from her intense orgasm. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his center, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his prick a few times, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his care was so hard. A tiny ivory of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the tumesce 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 a lot 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 purloin her hips a little.
"My hands are sort of busybodied,"he said, squeezing her cheek a picayune for stress, making her laugh and breaking the tensity."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her kitty, rubbing the stick up and down her incision a
footling, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less opposition, she was so wet, so open."deep breather,"he whispered against her lip, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a needlelike piddling gasp of pain sensation, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his consistency still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, her eyelid, 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 neck opening. She began to move a lilliputian, experimentally, her hands sliding down his backbone. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy yard at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eyes were closed, his reflexion 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 eyes opened panoptic in astonishment that she could palpate every pulse rate, every throb, as he filled her with his ejaculate. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His centre opened again, regained their stress, and he cupped her typeface in his palms, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a exceptional endowment. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my endorse, too…and my third,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our military posture back."Uh He circled his arm around her, holding her for a bit. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her psyche. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lip and lingua .