Ifeoma pulled the exhaust hood of her cardigan forward over her eyes, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her drinking glass. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial tricycles ) ? It was dreary and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in mass. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had plenty cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her air pocket modification, a car pulled up to the curb bit and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely cook out a male driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her hands in her scoop and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the number one wood called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the vacuous street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her cart track and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a wary length, she squinted into the dour interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her side in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five twelvemonth since you graduated ? I think you can call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the rider door.
"Sheesh, miss, 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 submerge rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't assistant but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — same low cut hair, same light grin, same kind chocolate-brown centre behind studious wire-rimmed eyeglasses. She felt a straightaway rush of warmth to her look 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 focussing to her house.
He gave a low whistle."And you always take the keke, this late at nighttime ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't call for fear 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 shop, and I was working on a paper at the library — it's due on Friday, before second semester Break, and I'm form of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative depth psychology 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 glasses with the bound of her t-shirt, which was slightly dry than her hoodie."I have the outline, all of my government note circuit card, the pearl 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 occlusive light.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could search at what you've got, see if I can tender any hint. We could even flip 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 value, I would really appreciate any help you could pass me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very respectable scholarly person, Ifeoma, an excellent 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 job — always glad to help oneself out a quondam student. And please, call up me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her take down lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an older neighborhood, with small, well-kept yard and huge tree diagram lining the street. His house was fairly small. They dashed from the car to the front room access, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and circularise out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his shit Russell terrier, Academy Award — Oscar Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, named by a supporter, Nnamdi explained, rolling his heart — who was excited and delighted to have troupe 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 chief."Nope…my grannie couldn't take the cold and the dampness anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a pair of calendar month ago. Since I'm in schooling, I decided to stay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked enquiry, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her favorite teacher in secondary winding schooltime. She wasn't the solitary girl in her class who had had a press on him. He was big, in a nerdy kind of way — tall and thin, with that marvelous smile. He was new, right out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, cracking sense of humor — but also acute and passionate about lit, and he imparted that exhilaration and enthusiasm to his students. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please tug her place. He helped her slick on her sweatshirt, now warm and drier than the rest of her dress.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could help you polish that theme a little more, if'you'd like to do over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her heart pounding, 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 care me to derive 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 straightaway little squeezing."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really Wyrd, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her apartment. Why do I feel like I just made a appointment with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her diffused skin. She closed her optic, leaning back against the tile paries, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would feel sliding down her side of meat, over her voluptuous hips, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a bobby pin. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, plain, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her thoughtfulness in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was okay, she guessed. Piercing brown oculus — probably her topper feature, but always behind her ever-present deoxyephedrine. A strewing of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too practically of me, she thought, frowning at her total bosoms and smacking her ample behind in irritation. She towel dried her haircloth, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the darkness, tossing and turning, thinking about the lilliputian squeeze Nnamdi had given her shoulder, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her Tips felt super sensitive, rubbing against the cushy cotton, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching little tip. Still tugging on her Tips with her left hand, she slid her right hand into her pantie, her two digit sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense coming and soothed herself to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up belated — her hair tangled, the canvass in confusedness, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some rampantly dream. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his front railyard."Come in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the land up signature of her paper over a bowl of noodles.
"wellspring, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the board."How do you finger about it ?"
"Pretty good, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really allay — I didn't think I would ever finish up it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked hard. I would grant you an A."
She smiled shyly at his congratulations."So..big design or the holidays ?"
"No, not really. Since my folks and gran moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can colligate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel very much like Noel this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living elbow room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An hour later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a duad of box seat of ornaments…a strand of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was contagious. While he filled the stand with water and worked on getting the tree as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a couple of CD's. She popped one in his stereophony, and then Bing was dreaming of a Theodore Harold White Yule. Nnamdi laughed and shook his point, but after a duo of songs, the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was decorated, the sign of the zodiac smelled like pine, and he had to hold, it really felt more like Christmastide. He scrounged up a span of packets of hot hot chocolate mix, spiked them with Mentha piperita schnaps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as dear as real 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 hands and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his helping hand and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His buss deepened, tasting of coffee and peppermint, and Ifeoma's stifle felt weak. He pulled her close against his organic structure, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the figurehead of his jeans, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could feel it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the osculation, 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 paper, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, unable to face 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 know my score, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a text substance,"I got an A — thanks for all your assist !"
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 channels, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the door to Ifeoma, grinning, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a home plate of assorted homemade cookies.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"seminal fluid in, come in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my grade. I'm sorry I didn't call option, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of junk food for thought, so Nnamdi took her out for a veridical dinner party at his ducky eating house. They drove around and looked at Christmas igniter for a patch, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"fountainhead,"he said.
"deficiency to come in for cooky ? I happen to birth some homemade ones. And I even have Milk River for literal cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"REAL cocoa this clip ? How could a missy resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the illumination and plugged in the Tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot coffee, listening to Ifeoma's Christmas CD's and telling report. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. Hang on, I'll be mightily back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a minuscule parcel wrapped neatly in aureate 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 honey oil leather-bound diary, the cover tooled in intricate leaf designs.
"Wow, thank you so much,"she said softly,"it's beautiful."
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the color reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat."I just wanted you to know, you are a gifted writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you hold back writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her brass."You know, I have to fink something. When you were in my stratum a couple of long time ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to verbalise, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"Well,"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 do it how backbreaking that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing heavily."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her weapon system around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will need to unwrap it."
He kissed her backtalk, her impertinence, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his sassing was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth hide of her back."It feels so soundly to finally be capable to hold you…to touch you…"
She didn't even actualize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his men cupping her bare titty, his thumbs teasing her hardening backsheesh. She made a little audio of pleasance, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His bridge player were in her hair, and his osculation were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his severeness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her private parts against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her high temperature through her dungaree. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck opening, his limb tightening around her ; she felt a shudder run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"stop consonant, god, stop, you're going to make me hail before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found sentiency of might. He chuckled, kissed her a few more fourth dimension, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end table, adjacent to his. Then he grabbed her custody and pulled her to her metrical unit.
"rubber, condoms 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.
"goodness, good,"Nnamdi said, between buss,"real good."He left a trail of their vesture 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 jeans and panties down over her pelvic arch and tossed them on the floor, and his denim followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip poker plot,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a short nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her articulatio humeri. His pelt was lovesome, and she could sense the duration of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her thigh. Ifeoma parted her leg slightly as Nnamdi stroked her pussycat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slender fingerbreadth into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't wait to be deep down you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the foreland of his cock against her sly cunt, and thrust forward with his pelvic arch.
"Baby, you're so pixilated,"he panted with crusade, pushing a little Sir Thomas More insistently… and met resistance… His middle searched her nerve. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost unrelenting purpose on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his eyes, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total bastard for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, dearest, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm okeh, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urging 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 best instructor I've ever had. I know you can instruct me how. I trust you."
She buried her grimace against his dresser, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmastide nowadays for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his sleeve around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her blazon soothingly, then kissed the top of her head.
"Alright…but let's back up a few steps."
Ifeomad looked at him, questioningly.
"Well,"he said,"we were sort of skipping straight to dessert, without an starter or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder joint, her collarbone, her bosoms… fillet to rag her Tips with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair's-breadth. He continued his journeying south ward, dipping his natural language briefly into her umbilicus, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her Kitty-Cat with his pollex, running his natural language from her untried opening to her tiny button. Ifeoma gasped in jar — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guy wire in school day, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a duet of immediate deal jobs. But no man had ever taken the time to focalize 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 going for further words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a prospicient lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees vibration, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a pocket of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more than intense than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"well, sure…kind of like, you can't titillation yourself, you know…it's better when someone else makes you sense good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat opening for him like a flush.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you palpate good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it swell up under his tongue. He laved minuscule round around it, experimenting until he found the slur that made her pant, made her drive her puss against his mouth, her hands pulling a small at his hairsbreadth. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet patch, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his hands, 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 outpouring of her dessert juices as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive push became too much, he seemed to smell out that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was ennoble, but lovesome and business firm, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to hunger something heavy, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his arms, and his hand replaced his mouth. His finger's breadth slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one digit, then two — opening and stretching her a little more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her headway was spinning, his tongue in her mouth mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingerbreadth brushed over a wizard piazza deeply inside her and she gasped in electrical shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a here and now, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, 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 digit, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a shock as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her orgasm — then he kissed her, and she could smack her own pleasure on his back talk and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knees, as her kitty was still throbbing from her intense climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his joystick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her manus up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the cutis was so soft, but his Attention was so voiceless. A petite pearl of liquidity appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her digit in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen head of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"dear, 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 nozzle. He slipped his hands under her to cup her tail and lift her hip a little.
"My hands are variety of busy,"he said, squeezing her buttock a small for stress, making her jape and breaking the latent hostility."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her puss, rubbing the joystick up and down her snatch a
piffling, until she could palpate him slip inside her again. This meter, when he pushed, there was to a lesser extent resistance, she was so wet, so open."Deep breathing spell,"he whispered against her mouth, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a keen little gasp of nuisance, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her fount all over, her cheeks, 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 arm around his neck. She began to displace a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy footstep at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm method of birth control, and she felt his heftiness tensing. His eyes were closed, his expression 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 bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide-eyed in astonishment that she could feel every pulsing, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His oculus opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his thenar, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a especial gift. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my instant, too…and my third gear,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some biscuit first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his subdivision around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his mitt up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her, and she could savor her own delight on his back talk and tongue .