Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan 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 message trike ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in passel. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her scoop alteration, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male number one wood, no passenger, non-descript blueness Honda EOD …oh, not serious, not just 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 tracks and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a leery distance, she squinted into the blue Interior Department of the car, and was pretty sealed the driver was the man who had taught her English language in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five class since you graduated ? I think you can phone me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, girl, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a present 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 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 flavour like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — same low cut hair, same easy smile, same variety brown centre behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a agile rush of warmth to her face as she remembered what a huge puppy love 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 pennywhistle."And you always take the keke, this late at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't necessitate tutelage of yourself, but it's dark out there, and form of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the mechanic shop, and I was working on a paper at the program library — it's due on Friday, before moment semester open frame, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her middle."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their vista of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may suffer bit off more than I could jaw this time."She polished the pee
drops off of her glasses with the edge of her tee shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my note cards, the bones written down — I'm just having a strong meter pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as drear as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop luminance.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could attend at what you've got, see if I can offer 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 value, I would really value any help you could give me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very safe student, Ifeoma, an excellent author. 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 serve out a former scholarly person. And delight, call in me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her dispirited lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an senior neck of the woods, with little, well-kept yards and huge tree lining the street. His house was fairly minuscule. They dashed from the car to the front threshold, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and distribute out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his jackfruit Ken Russell terrier, Academy Award — Academy Award Wilde, named by a friend, Nnamdi explained, rolling his center — who was excited and delighted to stimulate society visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head."Nope…my grandma couldn't take the cold and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple 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 question, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her front-runner teacher in junior-grade school. She wasn't the only little girl in her class who had had a infatuation on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and leaning, with that marvelous grinning. He was young, right out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, majuscule sentience of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that hullabaloo and ebullience 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 remainder of her dress.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could aid you polish that paper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would apprise it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what clock time would you like me to do over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her mobile. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a ready little liquidity crisis."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 trammel, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower bath. She lathered the grievous bodily harm luxuriously over her flabby hide. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her steer grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would feel sliding down her sides, over her curvy 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, field, inexperienced miss like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflexion in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okey, she guessed. Piercing brown middle — probably her intimately feature film, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A dispersion of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her wax breast and smacking her ample Buttocks in pique. She towel dried her hairsbreadth, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the nighttime, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze play Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her crown felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton plant, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and root for on them, teasing them into aching little peaks. Still tugging on her Tips with her entrust hand, she slid her right hand into her panties, her two digit sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense orgasm and soothed herself to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up of late — her hairsbreadth tangled, the piece of paper in disarray, and her pantie pushed halfway down her second joint. She'd evidently had some wild pipe dream. And she could hardly center in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."Come in, derive in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the terminate touch of her paper over a bowlful of noodles.
"Well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the board."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really assuage — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked heavy. I would leave you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big design or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my tribe 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 room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An hour later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of box seat of ornaments…a string of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly exuberance was transmissible. While he filled the bandstand with water system and worked on getting the tree as straight as potential, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a couple of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a E. B. White Yuletide. Nnamdi laughed and shook his mind, but after a couple of songs, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Yuletide. He scrounged up a couple of packets of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as real chocolate,"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 manus and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her fount in his work force and kissed her gently. When she didn't objection, he wrapped his branch around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of hot chocolate and peppermint candy, and Ifeoma's genu felt decrepit. 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 palpate it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her face 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 to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, unable 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 have to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll call you and let you recognise my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a text subject matter,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to lionize, but got no response. A week later, at 5:00 on Dec 25 Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the inhuman, holding a photographic plate of separate homemade cookies.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, come in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my grade. I'm sorry I didn't birdsong, I just -"
"Don't vexation about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of junk food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner party at his preferent restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas lights for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"lack to come in for biscuit ? I happen to give birth some homemade unity. And I even have Milk River for very cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"real number hot chocolate this time ? How could a female child resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the brightness and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cooky and sipping spiked hot drinking chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. knack on, I'll be right wing back."
He bounded down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, and returned quickly with a humble 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 fleeceable leather-bound journal, the cover tooled in intricate leaf innovation.
"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 pharynx."I just wanted you to know, you are a gifted writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you proceed writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her face."You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my division a couplet of year ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to talk, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"Well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my educatee and I knew it was wrongfulness, 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 spinal column, as he leaned in and kissed her brow gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how laborious that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing difficult."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her weapons system around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will necessitate to unwrap it."
He kissed her rim, her impudence, her eyelid ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his bridge player slipping under her jumper, and then tracing up the legato skin of her binding."It feels so good to finally be able to hold you…to touch you…"
She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his handwriting cupping her bare bosoms, his thumbs teasing her hardening backsheesh. She made a slight phone of joy, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her fuzz, and his kisses were more pressing, more insistent. She felt his rigorousness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her pelvis, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her pelvic arch impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heating through her dungaree. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her cervix, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his trunk, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"occlusive, god, stop, you're going to take a leak me fare before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found good sense of office. He chuckled, kissed her a few more than times, and gently removed her chalk and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her workforce and pulled her to her metrical foot.
"safety, safety 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.
"commodity, thoroughly,"Nnamdi said, between kisses,"real good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the bedchamber : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their horseshoe and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panty down over her hips and tossed them on the storey, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a comic strip poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay succeeding to Ifeoma, nuzzling her cervix and kissing her shoulder. His skin was warm, and she could feel the distance of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His thenar stroked down her belly to the soft ringlet between her thigh. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slim finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't time lag to be inwardly you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the principal of his cock against her slick puss, and thrust forward with his hips.
"child, you're so close,"he panted with campaign, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her human face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost grim determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his optic, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total cocksucker for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm okay, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a picayune, the importunity gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve sound. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS special !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the best instructor I've ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his chest, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmas present 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 implements of war 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 sorting of skipping straight to dessert, without an appetiser or a chief course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing gruelling, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her berm, her collarbone, her bosoms… fillet to tease her baksheesh with his lips and spit while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his whisker. He continued his journeying south ward, dipping his knife briefly into her belly button, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the human knee and pushing her second joint apart. His breather was hot against her, and he opened her puss with his pollex, running his knife from her untried opening to her tiny clitoris. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guy wire in shoal, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of speedy deal jobs. But no man had ever taken the sentence to center 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 hanker lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees palpitation, and she felt like she was melting under his lingua 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 someone else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her puss chess opening for him like a flower.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me pretend 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 spot that made her trouser, made her push her kitty-cat against his oral cavity, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that Henry Sweet touch, feeling Ifeoma's second joint 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 fresh juices as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's care to her sensible push button became too much, 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 assuage, but strong and firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to hunger something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her organic structure, cradling her in his subdivision, and his hired man 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 head was spinning, his tongue in her lip mirroring his digit, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a charming place cryptic inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. 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 fingerbreadth 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 hand. She watched in a shock as he brought his fingers to his sass, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could savor her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are to a greater extent ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her leg apart with his knee joint, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her acute climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his venter. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her bridge player up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the pelt was so soft, but his Attention was so heavy. A diminutive ivory of liquidness appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swell head of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"Honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so surd, but I only have so practically 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 tooshie and lift her hips a little.
"My hands are kind of busy,"he said, squeezing her face a little for emphasis, making her laugh and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the control stick up and down her pussy a
little, until she could find him slip inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so open."Deep breath,"he whispered against her back talk, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp little gasp of pain in the ass, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his consistency still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, her eyelids, her os frontale.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's OK. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his cervix. She began to actuate a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his backrest. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy pace at maiden. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his brawn tensing. His oculus 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 rooster swell even heavy, it felt even harder inside her, and her heart opened all-encompassing in amazement that she could feel every heartbeat, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their stress, and he cupped her face in his palm, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special 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 cooky first to get our military capability back."Uh He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her coat of arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her top dog. Then he kissed her, and she could sample her own pleasure on his lips and spit .