Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan forward over her center, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her glasses. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial tricycles ) ? It was blue 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 adequate immediate payment for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket alteration, a car pulled up to the Curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not good at all. centre pounding, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the device 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 dark Interior of the car, and was pretty sealed the driver was the man who had taught her side in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five years since you graduated ? I think you can call up me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to open the passenger door.
"Sheesh, daughter, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a minute, 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 help but grin back. He didn't expression like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — same low cut pilus, same well-fixed smile, same kind brown oculus behind studious wire-rimmed shabu. She felt a quick Benjamin Rush of warmheartedness to her nerve 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 focal point to her house.
He gave a low whistling."And you always take the keke, this tardy at night ?"He glanced over quickly, business organisation on his cheek."I mean, not that you can't postulate care of yourself, but it's night out there, and form of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the car-mechanic workshop, and I was working on a newspaper at the program library — it's due on Friday, before second base semester breach, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your matter ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative degree analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their views of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may have bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the water system
drops off of her chicken feed with the edge of her T-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie."I have the lineation, all of my bank bill batting order, the bones written down — I'm just having a surd time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her climate suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a closure luminance.
"You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can tender any suggestions. We could even shed 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 prize any aid you could throw me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good bookman, Ifeoma, an splendid author. 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 assist out a former student. And delight, call me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her low lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an elder neck of the woods, with lowly, well-kept yards and huge trees lining the street. His house 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 spread out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his jackstones Henry Kenneth Alfred Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Wilde, named by a acquaintance, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to suffer caller visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a shock absorber on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them know you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head."Nope…my granny couldn't take the low temperature 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 persist in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked questions, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her pet teacher in secondary school. She wasn't the solely miss in her class who had had a puppy love on him. He was liberal, in a nerdy form of way — tall and lean, with that terrific smile. He was young, right out of the university two years ago…friendly, kind, great sensory faculty of humor — but also vivid and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his educatee. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please drive her home. He helped her cutting on her sweatshirt, now warm and dryer than the rest of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her flat building, he said,"You know, I could help you polish that paper a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her gist pounding, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would value it…um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon…what clock time would you like me to fare over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone routine, and Ifeoma programmed his number into her roving. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a quickly trivial squeeze."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 instructor ? She stripped off her dampness clothes, tossing them in he hamper, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her balmy skin. She closed her eye, leaning back against the tile rampart, feeling her point grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would sense sliding down her sides, over her curvey hips, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her finisher as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, champaign, inexperienced young lady like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflexion in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was OK, she guessed. Piercing brown eyes — probably her best characteristic, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of freckles — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her full boob and smacking her plenteous Buttocks in irritation. She towel dried her pilus, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the wickedness, tossing and turning, thinking about the little clinch Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her bakshish felt super sore, rubbing against the voiced cotton wool, and she brought her hands up under the back to tweak them and take out on them, teasing them into aching little top. Still tugging on her crest with her left hand, she slid her right field script into her panties, her two finger's breadth sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense climax and soothed herself to sleep.
The succeeding dayspring, she woke up belated — her hair tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her panties pushed halfway down her second joint. She'd evidently had some uncivilized pipe dream. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his figurehead chiliad."seed in, come in,"
he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the finishing ghost of her paper over a bowl of noodles.
"fountainhead, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the board."How do you feel about it ?"
"Pretty adept, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really salvage — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked hard. I would give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his kudos."So..big plans or the holidays ?"
"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 Dec 25 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 boxes of ornaments…a train of lights…all the things Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly exuberance was contractable. While he filled the rack with pee 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 stereo system, and then Bing was dreaming of a Andrew Dickson White Christmas Day. Nnamdi laughed and shook his brain, but after a couple of strain, the tree was decorated, the business firm smelled like pine tree, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Dec 25. He scrounged up a couple of packet of hot drinking chocolate mix, spiked them with Eucalyptus amygdalina schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as genuine cocoa,"he apologized,"but the schnaps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"wellspring,"he said softly, taking the mug from her hired man and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his hand and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his munition around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of coffee and Mentha piperita, and Ifeoma's human knee felt weak. He pulled her close against his eubstance, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the strawman of his jeans, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could feel it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her impertinence felt so hot, and she stammered, feeling silly,"Uh…w-well…thanks for the help…and the cocoa…"
She gathered up her newspaper, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, ineffective to count 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 outcry you and let you know my score, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a text content,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no response. A workweek later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channel, and then there was a knock. Nnamdi opened the room access to Ifeoma, smiling, cheeks pink with the inhuman, holding a plate of various homemade biscuit.
"Wow, those look terrific ! So do you !"he laughed.
"semen in, arrive in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my grade. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't headache about it, you don't need to excuse anything,"he assured her.
They'd had sufficiency of junk food for thought, so Nnamdi took her out for a literal dinner at his favorite restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas lighter for a patch, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"wellspring,"he said.
"privation to come in for cookies ? I happen to have some homemade ace. And I even have milk for material cocoa."He wiggled his eyebrow playfully.
"REAL drinking chocolate this fourth dimension ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the igniter and plugged in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. They sat, munching biscuit and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Dec 25 CD's and telling story. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a gift for you. knack on, I'll be right on back."
He bounded down the dormitory, and returned quickly with a minuscule packet wrapped neatly in gold paper."It's not a great 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 green leather-bound journal, the cover tooled in intricate leafage aim.
"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 pharynx."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 hairsbreadth back from her grimace."You know, I have to concede something. When you were in my class a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, 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 shoulder, down to the small of her spine, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how hard that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing backbreaking."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her weapons system around his neck and whispered,"I have a present for you too…but you will need to unwrap it."
He kissed her lips, her cheek, her eyelids ; he nuzzled her neck and his back talk was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hand slipping under her jumper, and then tracing up the smoothen 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 hands cupping her bare boob, his thumbs teasing her hardening lead. She made a little sound of pleasure, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His workforce were in her hair, and his candy kiss were more pressing, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her coxa, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hip impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heating system through her jean. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his weaponry tightening around her ; she felt a tingle run through his soundbox, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, stop, you're going to induce me come before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this selective information, in her new-found sense of superpower. He chuckled, kissed her a few Thomas More times, and gently removed her chicken feed and put them on the end table, following to his. Then he grabbed her helping hand and pulled her to her feet.
"prophylactic, 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, goodness,"Nnamdi said, between kisses,"real good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the bedroom : her jumper, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and scanty down over her articulatio coxae and tossed them on the floor, and his denim followed in the heap.
"spirit like we both lost a strip stove poker biz,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a little nervously.
Nnamdi lay next to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was warm, and she could find the length of his intemperately rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the voiced curls between her thighs. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her pussycat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slender finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so cockeyed, I can't delay to be privileged you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his cock against her slickness slit, and thrust forward with his pelvis.
"babe, you're so squiffy,"he panted with attempt, pushing a little more insistently… and met resistance… His optic searched her grimace. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost grim finding 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 son of a bitch for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, dear, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm okey, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve safe. 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 face against his dresser, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmas nowadays for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his limb around her, holding her for a here and now. He ran his hands up and down her branch soothingly, then kissed the top of her head.
"Alright…but let's back up a few steps."
Ifeomad looked at him, questioningly.
"fountainhead,"he said,"we were sort of skipping direct to dessert, without an appetizer or a principal course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing severe, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck opening, her shoulder, her clavicle, her bosoms… fillet to tease her Tips with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, 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 thumbs, running his clapper from her unseasoned opening to her tiny button. Ifeoma gasped in shock — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in shoal, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a distich of speedy hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the time to concentrate 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 red for boost words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a foresighted lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her knees palpitation, and she felt like she was melting under his knife 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 soul else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat hatchway 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 puff up under his lingua. He laved little circles around it, experimenting until he found the spotlight that made her pant, made her push her kitty against his rima oris, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet speckle, feeling Ifeoma's thigh shaking under his hands, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clitoris throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her sweetness juice as she came in his mouth. Ifeoma was floating, everything was ping 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 agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gentle, but warm up and house, pushing a little deeper, and Ifeoma began to hunger something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his sleeve, and his hand replaced his mouth. His digit slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a piffling more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her foreland was spinning, his clapper in her mouth mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His finger's breadth brushed over a magic position deep inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his finger rubbing and rubbing inside her, the heat and tingle spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his script. She watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his sass, tasting her climax — then he kissed her, and she could try her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her peg apart with his knees, as her kitty was still throbbing from her vivid sexual 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 hand up and down his diaphysis a few fourth dimension, marveling that the skin was so diffuse, but his aid was so hard. A midget pearl of liquidity appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen head of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"Honey, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so voiceless, but I only have so a good deal control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. He slipped his handwriting under her to cup her rear end and repeal her hips a little.
"My deal are kind of busy,"he said, squeezing her buttock a picayune for accent, making her jape and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her kitty, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit a
little, until she could palpate him sneak inside her again. This fourth dimension, when he pushed, there was less resistor, she was so wet, so open up."deep breath,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp little pant of pain in the ass, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his consistency still, kissing her face all over, her cheek, her lid, her frontal bone.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's okay. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her weaponry around his neck opening. She began to move a piffling, experimentally, her hands sliding down his spinal column. He buried his cheek against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy pace at kickoff. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful cycle, and she felt his muscles tensing. His centre were closed, his expression purport, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your pussycat is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his rooster swell even bighearted, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened all-encompassing in amazement that she could feel every pulsing, every throb, as he filled her with his come. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focal point, and he cupped her face in his palms, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a particular gift. I feel honored that you select me to be your first."
"I want you to be my instant, too…and my third,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our strength back."Uh He circled his subdivision around her, holding her for a consequence. He ran his hands up and down her arm soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her, and she could try her own pleasure on his mouth and tongue .