Victoria's Journey
Victoria gets an archeological opportunity that turns into a globe supernatural spanning erotic odyssey.
The traffic outside the LAX terminal crawled around Julia’s car Victoria leaned over and hugged the other woman tightly. “I’ll miss you, too” Julia said, stroking her hair. “This is such a great opportunity for you.”
Victoria nodded and pulled back. “I know, but Egypt is just so far,” she found herself smiling as she said the words. Julia traveled all over the world, alone, for her coven, Victoria thought, and I’m worried about my school sponsored trip, “Dr. Edwards says the trip will change my life.”
Julia’s gaze grew distant for a moment, but when a cab honked she blinked rapidly. “She’s right,” Julia said and quickly reached behind her neck, undoing the clasp on her necklace. “Take this,” she pressed the pendent into Victoria’s hands.
“Julia?” Victoria asked. After their first year together in the dorms, Victoria had learned to trust Julia’s premonitions. “What did you see?”
Julia shook her head, her honey blonde hair catching the setting sun. She met Victoria’s cinnamon colored eyes, “I’m not sure.“ she paused, “It wasn’t bad, just a lot of otherworldliness.”
They both jumped when a security guard knocked on the window and pointed at the 5 Minute Unloading/Loading sign. Victoria grabbed her backpack and slid the necklace into her pocket. “I’ll see you in six months.” She hugged her friend one more time, “Don’t forget to send your postcards.”
“You better not forget either,” Julia called out the window as Victoria entered the airport.
After a month of hard work, the crew had cleared the entrance to the tomb. It had taken two more days of painstaking documentation before Dr. Edwards would even contact the authorities back in Cairo for permission to open the tomb. And now the crew waited for the expert to arrive. Waiting meant most of their work was on hold, so Vicki and her bunkmate Leila were taking the opportunity to relax tonight. Somehow Leila had gotten hashish and the two of them lay next to each other, sharing the pipe.
“How long do you think we’ll have to wait?” Vicki asked. Leila was a Post Doc and this was her fifth expedition to Egypt.
Leila shrugged, “bureaucracy is terrible here.” She took a long drag, “Are you in such a hurry to get back to work?” She asked her voice teasing.
Vicki noticed that Leila shifted closer to her on the bed, and brushed her fingers against Vicki every time she returned the pipe. Vicki was fairly certain the other woman was flirting with her but wasn’t quite ready to act on that assumption. She delayed responding, the hashish smoke filling her lungs and her head starting to swim from the drug. “You know what would be amazing right now?” she asked, handing the joint back to Leila, this time letting her own fingers brush over Leila’s hand. She met Leila’s dark eyes, “Skinny dipping.”
Leila bit her lip, “I’ve never gone skinny dipping.”
Vicki gave her a surprised look, “Never?“
Leila shook her head, her long black hair tickling Vicki’s arm. “What’s it like?”
Vicki shifted on the bunk, closing the distance between them. “It‘s amazing,” she drew the word out. “First there’s the flow of water on every single part of your body,” she let her hand rest on Leila’s arm when she returned the joint. “The way the water feels brushing against everything is just delicious,” she watched Lelia bite her lip again. “It‘s a bit like a bunch of feathery touches everywhere, all at once.”
Leila shifted, lying on her side next to Vicki and resting her head on her palm. She looked down at the other woman. “But you know what the best part is?” she asked, letting her fingers trail over Vicki’s exposed mid-drift.
Vicki licked her lips before answering, “The best part is that it’s being bad.” She ran her own hand through the curtain of Leila’s dark hair. It felt like velvet between her fingers. She watched Leila take another last hit from the pipe, and wasn’t at all surprised to feel Leila’s hand inch under her shirt.
When Leila leaned over to toss the pipe into the ashtray, Vicki sat up just enough to kiss her. Leila’s lush lips tasted like the hashish smoke and cinnamon. And she was quick to respond to the kiss, her hands tangling in Vicki’s hair.
Leila swung a leg over Vicki, straddling her and leaned down into the kiss. Vicki felt Leila’s breasts press against her own, and she slid her hands slid around Lelia‘s waist, her hands finding tracing up Lelia’s spine.
With a moan, Leila broke the kiss, looking down at Vicki, “You’re not too high for this are you?”
Vicki smiled up at her, “I’ve been thinking about this since we met.”
Leila laughed, “Me too,” she tugged her own shirt off, tossing it to the bed. Leila smiled and ran her hands over her own breasts “Do you like what you see?” She gently pinched her nipples, while Vicki watched.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Vicki said, running her hands up Leila’s sides. When she reached further to replace Leila’s hands with her own, Lelia gave a breathy sigh.
Vicki shifted, sitting up with Leila still in her lap. Vicki kissed Leila again, biting Leila’s lower lip.
“Naughty,” Leila grinned at her and nipped at Vicki’s lip. She reached for the bottom of Vicki’s shirt, starting to pull it off when they both heard someone calling them from outside of the tent.
Then they both heard someone at the door to their tent. The crew had established a call-out at the “door” policy in their first week.
“Vicki? Leila?”
They both recognized Tom’s voice. Neither woman cared much for the snobby grad student, but it wasn’t like they could pretend they weren’t home. Leila slid off of Vicki and pulled her shirt back on and pulled a scarf over her hair.
Vicki looked in the direction of the entrance and rolled her eyes, before sitting up. “Come in Tom,” she called.
Tom came in, his nose flaring catching the scent of hashish. “What are you two getting up to?”
Vicki gave him a quizzical glance, “We’re just talking about the dig so far.”
Tom looked at Leila, “So that’s not hashish I smell?”
Leila shrugged, “How would I know what hashish smells like? But Vicki was just telling me about Queen Meirneith succeeding her husband as pharaoh, what to do you think?”
Tom rolled his eyes, “There’s no real evidence to support that idea. I can’t understand why Dr. Edwards keep prompting that nonsense.”
“Is there something you needed, Tom?” Vicki asked, taking his attention off of Leila. She’d pegged his type the first time they’d met. He thought he was far more interesting and clever than he actually was, but worse, he thought everyone agree with him.
“With the time off, I thought you ladies might like some company,” he said.
Vicki smiled tightly “that’s considerate, but we’re good.”
Tom looked blankly at her.
Vicki wondering how he could be that surprised by her answer. She and Leila both had avoided him after that first week, making it clear they were not interested in him.
Once again, Leila jumped in, “Actually Tom, we were busy.” She looked at him sheepishly. “Vicki was teaching me how to braid my hair, you know the way that she wears hers when she’s working.”
Tom didn’t bother to hide his surprise. His eyes immediately went to Leila’s hijab. “You braid your hair, under” he paused, “that?”
Leila nodded, “You’d be stunned at the hair styles women hide under their hijabs.” She looked so earnest about what she said that Vicki was impressed with her acting skills. “But we can’t practice with you here, of course.”
For a moment, Tom looked like he was going to argue. Vicki had heard him complaining about Muslim scholars and workers in the past, but face to face with Leila, he kept his bigoted opinions on a leash. “Right,” he managed to say, “If you two get bored, I’ll be around camp.”
Leila smiled, “Of course, I’m a quick study. I’m sure I’ll master Vicki’s tricks quickly enough.”
Vicki hid her own grin and tried to not laugh. She was still feeling the effects of the hashish and Leila’s story of hair braiding was so ridiculous.
After Tom left, Vicki turned to her, “Hair braiding?”
Leila shushed her, pointing to the door of the tent. Their voices would carry clearly through the fabric. “Like most Western men, he’s fascinated by my covered hair,” she whispered. “You haven’t noticed how often he stares?”
Vicki raised an eyebrow, “I thought he stared for the same reason I did.”
Leila smiled at her, “You are far more subtle.” She pulled the scarf from her hair. “And I really do admire your hair braiding. Your school girl braids are so distracting.”
“Distracting?” Vicki asked, her hand unconsciously touching her braided hair.
Leila took a step toward her, her hand reaching up to stroke Vicki’s braids. “Very distracting,” she said tugging the braids to pull Vicki closer, kissing her.
Vicki could taste the hashish on Leila’s tongue and leaned into the kiss. When Leila’s tongue entered her mouth, she moaned. “Oh god, Leila you are so hot,” she whispered looking at Leila.
Leila grinned at her and tugged one braid, leading Vicki back to the bed. Leila playfully pushed Vicki back on to the bed. “You think I’m hot?” she asked, tugging her shirt up. Showing an expanse of tanned belly and the delicious swell of her under breast.
Vicki sat back on the bed, watching her, “God yes, I think you’re hot.”
Leila pulled her shirt off and joined Vicki on the bed. She straddled Vicki’s lap and kissed her again. Leila’s soft, naked breasts pressed against Vicki’s shirt. Vicki slid her hands over Leila’s back, her skin like silk. She found the waistband of Leila’s shorts and slipped her fingertips under the waistband.
Leila moaned and unbuttoned her shorts, and Vicki’s fingers followed. Vicki slipped into Leila’s panties finding her warm and wet. She fingers moving deeper, sliding between Leila’s lips.
Leila growled in delight and snatched the pipe from the table. She rubbed against Vicki’s and taking another drag off of the pipe. The scent of hashish filled the tent, and Leila smiled down at her, and blinked, “Why are you still dressed?”
Vicki grinned up at her and eventually both of them lay naked on the bed. Vicki couldn't keep her hands off of Leila. She stroked and caressed the other woman, while Leila moaned quietly – both of them conscious of the thin tent walls. Vicki moved from petting to kissing, tasting Leila’s warm skin. She kissed and licked Leila’s breasts, and Leila urged her on in delight.
Vicki captured her nipple, licking and sucking. She moved back and forth between each nipple, feeling Leila’s hands on her head, and Leila wrapping her braids around her hands. Leila pulled Vicki’s hair, softly, tugging her head up.
Vicki met Leila’s eyes. There was something almost ageless about Leila’s gaze at that moment, something dark and endless. Vicki stared into the woman’s face and bit her lip, realizing in that instance that she wanted to worship this woman. Leila whispered something, and Vicki thought it might be in Egyptian. And then, it was as if the room tilted, or realigned. The air was still heavy with the scent of sex and hashish, but together it was almost like incense on the air.
Leila released her hold her on Vicki’s hair, and Vicki looked away from that dark gaze, her lips traveling down Leila’s belly, and between her thighs. She breathed in Leila’s scent and shivered in delight. And then she tasted her, her tongue slipping into Leila’s wet, pink depths. She heard Leila’s sigh of enjoyment, and lost herself in lapping and sucking on Leila’s most intimate flesh.
She heard the rasp of the lighter and the hiss of the pipe, but the scent that reached her seemed different from the hashish.
“More” Leila whispered.
Vicki continued to lick and suck at Leila’s clit, feeling Leila buck against her, until she finally cried out with her orgasm. Vicki rested her head on Leila’s thigh, her head swimming with the taste of Leila and the hashish in her system. The room seemed dimmer, smokier, so Vicki closed her eyes and felt Leila moving, felt Leila’s hands and her hair tickling over breasts and belly.
Then she head the pipe again, and opened her eyes, watching Leila take a long drag. The smoke curled over Vicki, and she wasn’t sure what it was. Leila held the pipe out to her, and Vicki took it, drawing the smoke deeply into her own lungs. It hit her quickly, and she took one last drag as she felt Leila’s fingers between her thighs, she dropped the pipe into the ashtray and whispered, “Oh yes.”
Leila’s fingers explored and teased her clit, and Vicki watched her beautiful roommate teasing her. Leila’s long dark hair fell untamed around her naked flesh and Vicki couldn’t help but think of some wild goddess of myth.
And then Leila lowered her head and her lips and tongue replaced her fingers and Vicki didn’t think of anything at all.
Leila’s tongue worked on Vicki, leaving her panting and biting her lips trying to remain silent.
Vicki heard herself whispering, telling Leila how beautiful she was that she was a goddess. Even when her orgasm shuddered through her, she continued her litany of praise and worship.
Vicki felt Leila’s fingers, sticky with her own juices, tracing sticky hieroglyphs on her thighs. And then Leila was lying next to her, wrapping Vicki in her arms.
“Vicki that was amazing,” Leila whispered to her. And for the first time in a while, Vicki heard the sounds of the camp outside the tent. She glanced at the canvas and realized that it was dark outside.
Vicki blinked at Leila, “I must have smoked more than I thought.” She ran her fingers over Leila’s arm, “When did it get dark?”
Leila kissed her, and Vicki tasted sex. “Around your third orgasm, I think.”
Vicki surprised herself by blushing. “That was intense.”
Leila looked concerned, “Too intense?”
Vicki smiled at her and quickly shook her head, “Good intense.”
They lay curled up together, whispering about whether they should bother getting dressed to get dinner. At least until once again, they heard Tom calling their names outside the tent.
“Fucking Tom,” Leila hissed.