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 glasses. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial trike ) ? It was dark 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 change, a car pulled up to the kerb and the rider window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely pee out a male person number one wood, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not expert, not good at all. heart and soul buffeting, she stuffed her mitt in her scoop 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 wary distance, she squinted into the dingy interior of the car, and was pretty certain the number one wood was the man who had taught her English in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five old age since you graduated ? I think you can call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, girl, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a moment, 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 drowned 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 facial expression like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — Saame low cut hair, Saame easy smile, same variety brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick rush of warmness to her fount as she remembered what a vast 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 whistle."And you always take the keke, this late at Nox ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't select 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 composition at the program library — it's due on Fri, before second semester Break, and I'm variety of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her centre."comparative degree analysis of Wole Soyinkas whole kit and caboodle and that of Chinua Achebe on their aspect of the futurity."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may induce bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the water
drops off of her specs with the edge of her T-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the abstract, all of my note wit, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard meter pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her humor suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop igniter.
"You know, my household isn't far. We could go there, I could see at what you've got, see if I can proffer any hypnotism. We could even throw your sweatshirt in the dryer for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's centre lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean, I would really appreciate any aid you could present me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very upright 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 help oneself out a former scholar. And please, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her low-spirited lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an elderly neighborhood, with small, kept up railway yard and huge Tree lining the street. His theater was fairly small. 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 propagate out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Charles Taze Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Oscar Wilde, named by a Quaker, Nnamdi explained, rolling his center — who was excited and delighted to take fellowship visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them sleep with you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her straits."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the frigidity and the dampness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of month ago. Since I'm in school, I decided to delay 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 deary teacher in secondary winding school. She wasn't the only little girl in her form who had had a crush on him. He was liberal, in a nerdy sort of way — tall and lean, with that howling smile. He was young, powerful out of the university two age ago…friendly, kind, neat sense of humor — but also intense and passionate about lit, and he imparted that agitation and ebullience to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to delight drive her home. He helped her strip on her sweatshirt, now affectionate and drier than the rest of her dress.
As he pulled up to her apartment construction, he said,"You know, I could help you brush up that paper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart pounding, her breathing shoal."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 get along over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged sound numbers game, and Ifeoma programmed his bit into her roving. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a fast little squeeze."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really unearthly, 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 dampness clothes, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, sticky shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft skin. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her top grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would feel sliding down her incline, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her bottomland, pulling her finisher as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, knit stitch, inexperienced young lady like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was OK, she guessed. Piercing brown eyes — probably her best feature, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scatter of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her full 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 iniquity, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulder joint, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her confidential information felt super medium, rubbing against the flabby cotton, and she brought her hands up under the covering to pluck them and pluck on them, teasing them into aching slight flower. Still tugging on her backsheesh with her pull up stakes hand, she slid her right mitt 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 adjacent morning, she woke up belatedly — her hair tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some wild dreams. And she could hardly rivet in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his presence yard."semen in, descend in,"
he said, ushering her out of the frigidity. They worked on the finishing tactile sensation of her paper over a bowl of noodles.
"well, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the tabular array."How do you palpate about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really ease — I didn't think I would ever land up it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked concentrated. I would give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big plans or the holiday ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and Gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel much like Christmas 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 twain of boxes of ornaments…a string of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was communicable. While he filled the viewpoint with piss and worked on getting the tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a yoke of CD's. She popped one in his stereophonic system, and then Bing was dreaming of a ovalbumin Christmastide. Nnamdi laughed and shook his question, but after a couplet of songs, the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine tree, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a couple of packets of hot hot chocolate mix, spiked them with peppermint schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as genuine 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 hands and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his bridge player and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of coffee and peppermint gum, and Ifeoma's human knee felt weak. He pulled her ending against his organic structure, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the figurehead of his jean, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could finger it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her impudence 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, unable to calculate 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 take in to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll call you and let you lie with my form, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a school text subject matter,"I got an A — thanks for all your avail !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no reaction. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmastide Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the room access to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the common cold, holding a plate of assort homemade cooky.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"seed in, come in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your supporter, you saved my course. 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 detritus food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favorite restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas lights for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"wish to get in for cookie ? I happen to have some homemade unity. And I even have Milk for real cocoa."He wiggled his brow playfully.
"REAL chocolate this meter ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the lights and plugged in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas Day CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a endowment for you. Hang on, I'll be right hand back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a diminished software program wrapped neatly in gold newspaper."It's not a good deal, 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 light-green leather-bound diary, the cover tooled in intricate folio conception.
"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 keep 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 class a couple of year ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to utter, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"Well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my pupil 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 berm, down to the small of her cover, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you cognize how heavily that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing laborious."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her blazon around his neck opening and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will require to unwrap it."
He kissed her sassing, her impudence, her lid ; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his handwriting slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth out skin of her back."It feels so right to finally be capable to hold you…to extend to you…"
She didn't even take in he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to palpate his hands cupping her bare bosoms, his leaf teasing her hardening confidential information. She made a little sound of pleasure, trench in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hand were in her hair, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his rigourousness pressed up against her, but this prison term she didn't pulling away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her private parts against his. Nnamdi grabbed her pelvis 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 weapons system tightening around her ; she felt a frisson run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, stop, you're going to make me fall before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found gumption of major power. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end table, following to his. Then he grabbed her hired hand and pulled her to her infantry.
"safe, rubber 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.
"trade good, good,"Nnamdi said, between candy kiss,"real good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the bedroom : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoe and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her dungaree and pantie down over her hips and tossed them on the level, and his jeans followed in the heap.
"flavour like we both lost a strip stove poker game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a piddling nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was affectionate, and she could palpate the length of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her peg slightly as Nnamdi stroked her kitty, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slim digit into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so blind drunk, I can't postponement to be at heart you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the psyche of his rooster against her foxy snatch, and thrust forward with his coxa.
"Baby, you're so tight,"he panted with attempt, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His centre searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a spirit of almost unrelenting 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 prick 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 little, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve dear. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS special !"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 aspect against his dresser, 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 second. He ran his men up and down her weapon 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 person to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to tease her hint with his sass and lingua while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hairsbreadth. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her legs, bending her pegleg at the human knee and pushing her thighs apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her puss with his quarter round, running his lingua from her untried opening move to her tiny clit. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few Guy in schooltime, a few uninventive gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a twain of quick hand task. But no man had ever taken the clip to concenter 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 departure for further words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a farsighted lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her articulatio genus quivering, 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.
"wellspring, sure…kind of like, you can't tickling yourself, you know…it's better when somebody else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her puss 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 swell under his tongue. He laved minuscule round around it, experimenting until he found the patch that made her gasp, made her push her puss against his sassing, her hands pulling a little at his whisker. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet slur, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his hired man, 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 juice as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pinkish and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her raw push became too much, he seemed to smell out that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her initiative. His agile clapper tickled and teased, and then grew more repetitive, probing. It was assuage, but warmly and house, pushing a niggling deeper, and Ifeoma began to crave something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her consistency, cradling her in his arms, and his deal replaced his oral cavity. 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 nous was spinning, his tongue in her mouthpiece mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a illusion place deep inside her and she gasped in electrical shock, arching her vertebral column. He pulled back from her just a mo, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a distasteful, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingerbreadth rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and thrill spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his finger, her wetness gushing on his mitt. She watched in a fog as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her sexual climax — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasance on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more gear up for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knees, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her vivid 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 hand up and down his peter a few times, marveling that the skin was so diffused, but his Attention was so hard. A tiny pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen oral sex 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 olfactory organ. He slipped his hands under her to cup her arse and go up her hips a little.
"My workforce are kind of busy,"he said, squeezing her cheek a piddling for emphasis, making her laughter and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his cock toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the control stick up and down her prick 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 open."Deep breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp piffling gasp of painfulness, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her face all over, her face, her eyelids, her forehead.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okay. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to move a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his expression against her neck opening, 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 centre were closed, his expression 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 wide in amazement that she could feel every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His center opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her fount in his palm tree, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a peculiar gift. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my s, too…and my 3rd,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his implements of war around her, holding her for a second. He ran his hands up and down her implements of war soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his sass and glossa .