Blessed Lands Egypt Chapter Nine
Blessed Lands Egypt
Author: J Carrell Jones
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Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Theoris pulled the car into the driveway. It was late and the two women staggered out of the car and to the front door. Theoris lived in a two story five bedroom house. From what Hypatia could see of the lawn, in the dark, was that Theoris loved colorful plants. The moon cast a subdued light over the area creating a surreal scene of shaded and dark colors. Leafy plants lined the walkway on either side toward the door. Several small trees dotted the lawn and one large tree hung menacingly over the house. Hypatia almost lost her footing. She looked up into the top half of the tree and didn’t notice where she was going. She had to lean on Theoris to keep from tripping. During the drive the honey wine crept up on her and attacked. She was more than tipsy, she was drunk. Theoris struggled for her keys and dropped them twice. Both women giggled. She scooted her skirt up high and knelt down to retrieve the keys. She nearly fell into her well groomed hedge. The one immediately right of the door. After a moment she was able to slip the keys into the lock. The key turned smoothly and the door opened suddenly. Both women tumbled in. A lamp, somewhere, fell, crashed, and broke into many pieces. Theoris laughed and said, “Oops. I’ll have to get a new one.”
Hypatia slurred, “I’m slorry. Was it expesive?”
Theoris giggled. “No, it was a gift from the CEO. I hated it but couldn’t come up with a good enough honest excuse to get rid of it.”
Hypatia giggled in reply. “The honey wine snuck up on me. I seem to be drunk.” She struggled to the living room and collapsed on a couch.
Theoris took the cake into the kitchen. After a few minutes rummaging around she came out with two flute glasses and a bottle of wine. She grinned and sat next to Hypatia.
“Aren’t we drunk enough?” Hypatia said and collapsed into the couch cushions.
“Here,” Theoris said handing her a glass and pouring wine into it. “We have to finish this first. Besides, it’s still early.”
Hypatia looked at her watch. Through bloodshot eyes she read 10:00 pm. “Aren’t you going to give me the dollar tour?” She said struggling to get to her feet. “Or point me to the bathroom.”
Theoris drained the glass and said, “Follow me.” She put the glass on the coffee table, grabbed Hypatia’s hand and led her, in a zig zag sort of way, through the house. She stopped every now and then and pointed out the various rooms. “The main bathroom, the second bedroom, my main office, my workshop –“
“You have a workshop?”
“Yep. I build things as a hobby.” And they staggered to the main bedroom. “My bedroom.”
The room was very large and spacious. The wood floor was polished to a high sheen and a handful of thick threaded rugs were spaced out every five feet. Most of them were the same color as the bed frame, brown. The rug just in front of the bed and the one just inside the doorway were black.
“The bathroom is that way.” Theoris said pointing to a corner of the room.
Hypatia carefully walked to it. She tried to walk in a straight line but only succeeded in tripping over one of the rugs.
Theoris watched Hypatia stagger across the floor with a growing arousal. Hypatia’s wrap clung to her body and served only to heighten the feeling. Theoris walked over to a dresser and opened one shelf. She reached in and found a light cotton red gown. She walked over to the bathroom and heard Hypatia’s grunted heaving into the toilet. She rapped softly on the door.
Hypatia lifted her head up from the toilet bowl. “Yes?” She said softly. “I’m okay.” She heaved again.
Theoris slowly opened the door. “I brought you a night gown to wear.” She placed it on the sink. “I have an unopened toothbrush in the top sink drawer. Take all the time you need, okay?” She reached over and squeezed Hypatia’s shoulder, back stepped quickly, and closed the door. She went back into the living room and retrieved the bottle of wine and the two glasses. She filled one glass and drank a mouth full down. She placed the glasses and wine on the dresser and went through one of the draws. A yellow sheer night gown was folded neatly on top of a folded pile of lingerie. She hummed to herself as she took off all her clothes and laid them over a chair. She walked the distance from the dresser to the living room but stopped in front of a full length mirror. She turned her backside to the mirror, looked at her rear end, and smiled. “Still looking good.” She slipped the lingerie on and walked out the door. Theoris figured that Hypatia would be in the bathroom for a while. She decided to do a little work and go through her mail. The Message Carrier dropped her mail through a slot next to the door. She grabbed it, leafed through the lot, and tossed most of it in the trash. “Junk messages. Can’t the Blessed Lands be free of junk messages?” She walked over to the living room couch and plopped herself down. The remote popped up out of one of the cushions. She switched on the AV and watched the news. After a moment of bad news she slipped into a relaxed sleep.
Hypatia couldn’t remember when she passed out on the bathroom floor. She remembered Theoris saying something about an unopened toothbrush in the top drawer. After that things became a blur. Fortunately, Honey wine didn’t give her a hangover. She counted on this and drank until she had more than her fill. After a moment of collected senses she pulled herself up to the sink. She looked in the mirror and saw her broken-veined bloodshot eyes. She giggled and reached into the top sink drawer and found the toothbrush. She also found a box of condoms, feminine napkins, and a tube of lubricant. She didn’t want to know what it was used for. She brushed her teeth and thought about a shower or maybe even a bath. She decided neither and dressed in the gown Theoris had laid over the sink. Hypatia walked into the living room and noticed Theoris snoozing softly on the couch. She looked at the timepiece on the wall, 2:00 am. She walked over to the couch and lightly nudged Theoris’ shoulder. Theoris woke up. She sat up rubbing her eyes. “Is it time to get dressed?”
Hypatia sat next to her. “No, it’s two in the morning. You should be in bed. Come.” She lifted Theoris and walked her into the bedroom. Both women sat on the bed.
Theoris said, “Feeling better?”
Hypatia nodded. “Yeah, much better.” She looked around the room and spotted the two glasses and bottle of wine. She retrieved the bottle and two glasses, filled both up and handed one to Theoris. “You did say we had to finish it.”
Theoris took the glass and drank a swallow. She reached out, touched Hypatia on the hand, and gave it a light squeeze.
Hypatia returned the favor. “You know, this afternoon I was so pissed at you.”
Theoris nodded. “I can be a real bitch sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
Theoris laughed. “Most of the time. Sometimes I just forget to stop pushing so hard. Please forgive me. I know I came down heavy on you, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the project. It really is very important to me.”
Hypatia smiled and brushed a thicket of hair out of her face. She leaned in close and touched Theoris on the leg.
Theoris looked into Hypatia’s eyes. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Hypatia drained her glass. Theoris finished hers and handed it to Hypatia. Hypatia placed the glasses on the floor. She reached out and touched Theoris lightly on the cheek. “You’re not making me do anything I don’t want to do. It may surprise you but before Honute I was very much into women.” She kissed her on the forehead.
Theoris smiled and kissed Hypatia on the lips, which tasted like toothpaste. She wrapped her arms around Hypatia’s shoulders and moved her closer. She kissed her again and again - lightly and with affection. Hypatia returned the kisses and hugged Theoris hard. She pressed her lips close against Theoris’ and slipped her tongue between the older woman’s lips. Both women entwined themselves in a passionate embrace and collapsed on to the bed. Pillows were tossed to the floor and the bedspread was nearly torn as it was yanked down and away from the bed. Hypatia kissed Theoris’ neck. She worked her way down to the shoulders, kissing and nibbling. Theoris moaned and crushed Hypatia’s body into hers. Theoris slid her hand under Hypatia’s gown and slipped them between her legs. She felt for the fold and lightly rubbed her hand up and down its length. Hypatia arched her back and moaned. It had been several weeks since her and Honute made love. Even when she was mad at him and indecisive whether to stay or leave she still looked forward to their love play. Honute had a way of bringing her to intense orgasms making her limp and putty in his arms. He delighted himself to the number of orgasms he could give her and almost always gave it his all. She did so with Theoris and planned on not sleeping until she had her screaming in ecstasy. She lifted Theoris’ gown and licked her tongue over her stiffening nipple. Theoris’ body trembled. It was the beginning of things to come.
Hypatia woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. It yanked her from a very blissful sleep. She dreamt that she had made love to Theoris for hours. Their bodies exhausted and covered in sweat from a passion that was deep and intoxicating. She looked over and saw Theoris groggily lift her head off the pillow and realized it wasn’t a dream. Last night had been real. Hypatia reached over Theoris and hit the snooze button. She let her arm rest on her shoulder. “Doing okay?”
Theoris opened her eyes wide and smiled. “Yeah, I’m doing well.” She leaned her head forward and gave Hypatia a kiss on the lips. Hypatia kissed back and before either of them realized the kissed turned passionate. Both women gave into the lust and explored each other, flicking and sliding their tongues against each other. They moved closer and gave into the longing desire to feel love and be loved. For the moment nothing mattered. The insistent sounding alarm clock accidentally knocked to the floor, forgotten. The telephone ring begging to be answered, forgotten. Their abandoned sensibilities to stop and get ready for work only added to the intensity of the moment and they simply and utterly gave into their bursting desire to have a final primordial orgastic symphony.