Blessed Lands Egypt Chapter Fifteen
Blessed Lands Egypt
Author: J Carrell Jones
Table of Content
Chapter 15
It was past seven when Akila and Honute walked into the Marble Greek. Akila favored this restaurant because of the feel and atmosphere. She liked the idea of the many marbled statues that dotted the wall. It gave the area an off-beat look that was clearly and most decidedly not Egyptian. She remembered reading about the Greeks in High School and became fascinated and caught up with their love of art and sculptures. She particularly enjoyed looking at the statues, as they seemed life-like. She could swear on occasion that a statue would move. There! Just a second ago, she thought she saw the chest of one statue rise. It was of a tall slender female. Her features were exotic and foreign but very captivating and, if a bit different, pleasing to the eye. The thing that most attracted Akila’s eye to the sculpture was the gliding and sensual body lines. The female was leaning against the wall with one shoulder lifted slightly away from the wall. She looked at Honute who was seated across from her. He seemed to be relaxed but she couldn’t tell. He sipped at his glass of wine, which moved him back up a niche or two on her scale. She kicked herself for being afraid of him earlier. He really was a nice guy. So what if the report said he was a soldier. He had been successfully integrated back into society. Wasn’t that the important part? It didn’t matter his previous life, just his current one. She looked into his eyes and thought it would be nice to wake up to them. He was a great listener. She supposed that’s what made him good at being a priest. So, there should be nothing wrong, except she had this small nagging doubt about Honute’s demeanor being his own or one planted in him. She had read a little on re-integration. Its many different forms of changing and reshaping human behavior were a triumph to social science. All soldiers were expected to receive some form of the treatment. He looked back and sipped at the vino and made a comment about the statues seeming so life-like and if he stared at one long enough he swore it moved. Akila smiled and sipped at her own glass. The alcohol had already gone to her head and the outside of her cheeks felt warm and numb at the same time. The Host, Alexano, brought another bottle of wine, popped the cork. He filled both glasses to the rim and left the bottle on the table.
Honute took a good swallow and smiled.
Akila smiled back and took a sizable swig herself. “Honute, why the priesthood?” There! As soon as she said it she felt better. She had agonized over how she would breech the subject, but the alcohol made it easier. She reasoned she could always blame everything on the booze.
Honute filled his glass with wine. He lifted the glass up to his face, swirling the contents he gazed through the red liquid. Akila’s face shimmered within the wine. She was pretty he thought. Then a twinge of guilt hit him. Here he was enjoying the company of a brilliant, beautiful, sexy, and younger woman. He tried to push the guilty feeling aside but like a small sore it bit at his heart. He wondered what Hypatia was doing at the moment and wished he hadn’t wondered. There was no particular reason why he shouldn’t enjoy himself. He had worked long, hard, and many hours at the temple. This diversion was most welcomed. Thoth had been watching over him, he decided, and made it possible to feel happy again. He swirled the glass expertly and the wine seemed to part down the center showing a better, less transparent, image of Akila. Yes, she was most beautiful. ‘How far will it go?’ Honute thought.
Akila felt a chill. She couldn’t tell if it was from the draft that just blew in – The host opened the door and a gust of wind entered, or if it was her reaction to Honute’s gesture.
Honute took a drink. “It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I suppose it is a way to pay for my actions in the war, a sort of penance. As a priest I can help people, give them hope. In the past . . . “He paused for a moment and chose his words carefully. “. . . I took hope away.”
Akila swallowed hard and took a drink. She tried not to make it seem she needed the drink badly. Her smile was casual, as if she understood and supported him; she tried to make it look natural. Deep inside down through to her soul she wondered.
Hypatia and Theoris lay in bed. Their lovemaking abruptly interrupted by Theoris’ sudden stomach pain. Hypatia had climaxed earlier and was taking her time to bring Theoris to one. She had been teasing Theoris with her tongue and had just wrapped her arms around her thighs when Theoris’ stomach knotted up in a bunch of hard twitches. Hypatia thought it was her doing but then realized the spasms were not from an orgasm. She released her hold on Theoris’ legs, moved up beside her and took Theoris’ head in her arms.
Theoris bit back a scream. Wave after wave of painful convulsion racked her body.
Hypatia, worried, asked, “Should I call a doctor?”
Theoris squeezed her eyes tight. A second later the pain disappeared. She shook her head. “No, I’m all right. The pain is gone and I’m feeling better.”
Still worried, Hypatia looked into her lover’s eyes. There was something Theoris wasn’t telling. It wasn’t as if Theoris owed her information. This was their second night of lovemaking, which hardly made a relationship. Hypatia decided not to ask and would let Theoris speak her mind when she was ready. “Can I get you anything?”
“Yeah, a bottle of Honey Ale,” Theoris said.
Hypatia replied, “Honey Ale? Is it your stomach that is bothering you?”
Theoris smiled at the younger woman and nodded, “But not from physical problems. I need to relax and the Ale would be the best choice at this moment.”
Hypatia nodded and left to retrieve the bottle. She would bring the entire star-pack. They might as well drink together.
It was dark and for a brief moment Akila was filled with terror. She was in a strange bed, in a strange place. A strange body lay next to her. Then she remembered she was in Honute’s bed and the body was a sleeping Honute. He had his arm wrapped around her and softly snored in her ear. She untangled herself and softly slipped from the bed and walked, bumped her way to the bathroom. She closed the door and flipped at the light switch. The fluorescent bulb flicked on with a bright flash. She shielded her eyes and rapidly blinked them. They stung and burned and watered. She squeezed her lids shut tight until the hurting went away and slowly opened them again. Her hangover filled her head, pushing outward. She opened the medicine cabinet and saw all sorts of bottles. She was looking for a pain-killer. On the third shelf, she found it. It was for stomach-cramps. Akila took two tablets and scooped a handful of facet water into her mouth. She wouldn’t be on her period for another three weeks but she knew the tablets would work just as well on a headache. She closed the cabinet door and stared into the mirror. Her hair was messed up and she had bags under her eyes. She looked around for a comb and noticed several on the counter. Then it hit her. This was Hypatia’s bathroom. She slowly picked up a comb and pulled loose hair from its teeth. Those she tossed in the waste basket. She had a nag of guilt as she combed her hair using another woman’s comb. Then the guilt slipped away and was replaced by perverse triumph. A smile formed on her face as she realized she made love to a married man, an ex-soldier and a priest. She suddenly became giddy and her nipples stiffened with excitement. She thought back to how it happened and breathed a sigh of relief. Honute was a wonderful lover. She came three times in thirty minutes. His powerful arms twisted and lifted her into positions regular men wouldn’t be able to hold for long. He finished her off in a mind-numbing blur of rapid thrusts that had her clawing at his back and the sheets. She remembered she screamed once, but that was from the second orgasm. The third had her mind spiraling into ecstasy. Time seemed to stop and speed up in spurts. She remembered the fourth and fifth orgasm had her limply fumbling at the air and grabbing nothing. After that she remembered nothing. Then she woke up, terrified. It was a new experience for her – being in the bed of a married man that frightened and intrigued her at the same time. The few men she had had in the past were but mere boys compared to Honute. They would meekly hump her backside, breathing hard, thinking they were all that, only to irritate her more than amuse her. Akila’s last lover was a med student in his last year of didactic training. He was tall, dark and dazzlingly handsome. He had a big dick and a long tongue. Problem was half the time he couldn’t get it up and when he did it was mostly semi-hard. One day he walked in holding a strap-on dildo and asked her to wear it. She did, intrigued to see his reaction. He stood back and eyed her. He got stiff as a board and asked her to enter him. She slipped in easily and he nearly exploded. He yelled out how much it felt good and for her to do it harder. She complied but decided that would be the last time. Moments later he screamed and came hard enough to shot the length of the bedroom. After that she made excuses. He eventually got the hint, packed up the tool, and went to intern about a thousand miles away. She had hopes for him in the beginning. That was then. She looked back into the mirror and smiled. Her hair was very nearly neat and smooth. She found tooth paste and finger brushed her teeth. Then she grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned herself. She walked back into the bedroom and climbed on top of her sleeping lover. She kissed him on the back of his neck and rubbed herself on him. When he responded she nibbled on his ear.
Honute rolled over and took Akila in his arms. He kissed at her neck and ran his tongue along her jaw line. He smiled and was stiff again. He moved her hand to caress it.
Akila slipped the covers off him and ran her hand down his stomach to his legs. Honute gently coached her hand into grabbing his stiff self. She took it and stroked gently. He arched his back and let out a small moan. He moved his fingers between her legs and found the soft silky tuff of hair. His index finger found her clitoris and he swirled his finger around and on top of it. Akila moaned and breathed heavily. When she was wet he slipped the finger in and rubbed the inside. She released him and grabbed his jaw and kissed his passionately. She slipped her tongue in his mouth and worked it as hard as she could.
Honute rolled onto his back and lifted Akila gently up on top of him. He settled her down slipping inside. Then he worked his hips up and down until she let out a scream and asked him to stop. He laughed and softly said, “No.” He wasn’t ready yet.
Thirty minutes later a limp Akila lay next to Honute. Her thighs sporadically trembled uncontrollably. She smiled and moaned and caressed Honute. Moments later both were asleep again. Off to a peaceful and wonderful slumber land of beautiful sounds and tastes – just like their love making.