Kasmut was perturbed. She always got her wishes, but today she had been denied. Menna her favorite tutor had been conscripted to work at Giza. As of the next full moon, he would be working there without time off. The pharaoh had needed more men; the slaves had not been sufficient to finish the monument to his life.
Kasmut looked off into the distance and saw the rising structure. The stones had been placed to a point about halfway up what would eventually be the slope of the massive structure. The monstrosity would serve as a daily reminder that her Menna would be lost to her for months, if not years. She sighed again. Kasmut had only recently turned 18, and she found herself thinking more and more of Menna. There weren't many men in the household of her father. She'd been born without brothers so she'd not known the interactions of men and women.
At first, Kasmut had merely thought that all men and women interacted the way that she did with Menna. They were always chaperoned per her mother's instructions. So they could only laugh and smile and talk about the books Menna had read at the library of Alexandria and the time that he'd met one of the region's most celebrated authors there. Menna had hoped to become such an author, but his own parents had passed away, leaving him nothing except what his own brother would parse out to him.
However, in the past few months, Kasmut had experienced different feelings when she'd talked with Menna. His passion for the arts had begun to thrill her in ways that she'd never been thrilled before. She found her stomach burning with a fire she couldn't explain when his hand brushed hers during the lesson or when he'd take her to properly form a particular hieroglyph.
At nights, she dreamt of Menna, dreams that she wouldn't dare share with her mother or sisters. They would likely gasp to hear such things mentioned in this household. Father could be a tyrant worse than the Ptolemies when he was angered.
It didn't help that Menna only wore his shendyt to tutor her. The bronzed expanse of his hairless chest practically invited her lips to lick it, the wide shoulders that had never known manual labor, and the thick dark nipples.
However, Kasmut had never dared to find out more. Menna never showed his arousal if he was attracted to her. On a few occasions at the market, she'd seen the arousals of the men who watched her go by. Yet Menna never showed a thing to her.
Lately, she'd been attempting to apply make-up in hopes of Menna noticing her womanhood. She desperately wanted him to see her as she saw him.
Today the house was brimming with activity. Her father's friend had invited the family to his home for a celebration. The man's daughter had taken a husband, and her family wanted to wish her well. Kasmut was expected to attend, even though she had no desire to celebrate another's happiness. She wanted Menna and little else at the moment.
As it neared the time for the family to leave, Kasmut decided on a drastic action. She deliberately missed a step on the way down the stairs and tripped a few steps down the staircase. The noise was loud enough to bring her mother and grandmother to find out the source of the calamity. They calmed her and applied a palm leave compress on her afflicted ankle.
Kasmut practically beamed with the results. She would remain home tonight in her grandmother's care. Her sitto was good company, but she was deaf and had rheumy eyes that failed her at times. She would retire long before her parents returned tonight.
After sitto had sat with her at dinner, the older woman had tottered off to bed. Kasmut limped to the main room of the house, where Menna was reading a tablet. She sat down near him and looked at what he was reading. "News from the world?" she asked.
"Just from Athens and Rome. The world is changing around us." Menna had a serious way that she found so attractive.
"Change is everywhere," Kasmut said as she let the strap of her sheath dress slide down her arm, exposing a bare breast. "Don't you think so? Things are never meant to stay the same."
Menna turned to look at her, and then quickly turned away. "Kasmut, your dress –"
She smiled. Menna might turn away, but she saw the gentle movements in his own shendyt. He was attracted to her. "And your own clothing," she said, resting a hand on his knee. The mere touch on the bones and hair of his leg aroused her until she felt heat all over her. If something did not happen tonight, she would be bereft, she thought. It had to be now.
He caught her hand in his own and pulled it from his knee. However, even as he held her hand, his shendyt began to stick up in front. The sight was something to behold. It pointed to the sky like one of the Pharaoh's obelisks.
"Kasmut, you can't do this," he whispered harshly.
"I'm 18, a woman now. I am ready, and obviously so are you." She smiled at him. Her brain was still plotting, but it was becoming harder to think rationally when his beautiful body was before him. She'd just taken him for something else she'd wanted, but now she wanted the man. She felt it inside of her. She knew it was not the heat of the night that made her drip from inside her dress.
"That's not what I meant," he said again in a whisper.
Kasmut grasped his hand harder, squeezing it. "You don't have to whisper. When I scream your name, my grandmother will not even hear it."
The words must have pushed him over the edge, for in the next moment, he was on his feet. He still held her hand, and they quickly moved to his quarters in the house. Kasmut had never been in his room before. The space was nearly bare. It held bedding and a few personal items. Other than that, the walls were empty and white.
Menna didn't bother to speak now. His lips went to her exposed breast, and the sensation of his mouth against her flesh was all that she'd imagined. The feeling built like a fire in her belly. His lips were soft, but his tongue was relentless. She had definitely aroused him. Her nipple quickly built into a rock. He pulled his mouth away and began to tweak it between his fingers. True to her word, Kasmut cried his name in pleasure. "Don't stop, Menna, please don't stop."
"I won't," he promised as his lips brushed her ear. She shivered in anticipation of his promise.
She took a moment and slid the other strap from her dress off her shoulder and let the entire sheaf fall to the floor. Menna gasped, presumably at her audaciousness. She stood in front of him, knowing that she was attractive to men – to him.
He approached her again, this time playing with the breast which had been covered until moments ago. He performed the same tricks on it, teasing it with his tongue and then twisting it into a hard rock. She whimpered as he continued. She wanted a turn on his own nipples, the two pieces of flesh that had taunted her during her lessons during the last few weeks.
Finally, she pulled away long enough to lick his nipple. She was surprised at the taste of it. The flesh was salty and sweet, as if he'd bathed with some scent. She was pleased to see that his nipples responded to her. She liked the power of being able to make him feel the way she did. Her breath was shallow and ragged as she lapped at each one of them in turn. She looked up and saw Menna biting his lip, so hard that a small trickle of blood ran down his chin. Perhaps he'd wanted this almost as much as she had.
She slid a hand down to his shendyt, and unfastened the belt. The garment fell to the floor, and then he too was naked. She smiled at the sight of his erection. She had chosen a lover well. He was thick with a foreskin that hid most of the head of his arousal. She knew she would end the night pleased.
Menna took her hand and guided it to his arousal. He placed her hand on it, and then closed his own over hers. She gasped at the hardness of the flesh. It was hot to the touch, and when they moved their hands down the shaft, she felt the stickiness of his own desire.
To be honest, Kasmut had no idea what to do now that she was grasping Menna's manhood, what next?
Menna seemed to understand her hesitance. He motioned her to the bedding. She sat down on the mattress and waited. Menna sat down next to her. He leaned in and kissed her. She'd never been kissed before, and the sensation was intoxicating. His lips brushed against hers softly at first, barely pressing his against hers. Without warning, he slid his tongue against her lips. The feeling was a shock, and when she opened her mouth to gasp, he slid his tongue inside of her. Her first reaction was to push her own tongue to meet his.
