Drusilla & Luxor

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Contrary to his expectations Tibullus slept alone that night. To his surprise he didn’t mind – he’d have expected to mind furiously, but he found he was amazingly tired. So he wasn’t so upset that as soon as he got home the household swooped and took the two girls off his hands. “They will have to be settled in sir,” the head slave told him. “They should be shown their quarters, and washed and groomed.”

“Yes of course,” Tibullus said.

“Leave it to me sir. They will be ready for their young master by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Not till after midday?”

“They should be shown the household routine in the morning sir.”

“Yes all right,” Tibullus said.

It was enough for now that everyone was gratifyingly impressed. His father and mother were most persistent of all in telling him how well he’d done, and congratulating him.

So he slept alone in the new wide bed they’d fixed up for him. His previous bed had jutted from an alcove, but now he had a splendid mattress on a great raised board in the middle of his room. Mind you, three of them would still make it a tight squeeze. But he’d worry about that tomorrow.

He lay awake for a while, reviewing the events of the day, above all what he’d done on the way home. It gave him another erection, and he began making plans for tomorrow. Then he fell asleep.

In the morning his father said, “Don’t think you can neglect everything else because of your new possessions!”

“Indeed!” Tibullus agreed. “Of course not!” But the truth was that he had indeed put everything else from mind. He prepared to promise that he would take up his studies again soon, but could he perhaps be allowed a week...?

He didn’t have to ask. He realised there was a twinkle in his fathers eye, and the sternness of the words had had an element of jest in them.

His father saw he’d realised, and added,

“I’m not just joking! I don’t want you hanging around doing nothing but indulging yourself.”

“Yes Father, I do promise,” Tibullus said. “But may I be allowed – ”

“You can have a month. After that you’ve a visit to make. I want you to make it and take yourself off my hands for a while!”

“Oh thank you Father!” Tibullus was delighted. A whole month to devote himself to Drusilla and Luxor! It was more than he’d dared hope for.

“Now take yourself off,” his father said, “and learn to do what a young Roman citizen does with pretty girls!”

Tibullus went outside. He looked over the escarpment and the forest stretching into the distance, then closer, at the bridle path along the top of the hills. There were people travelling along it, British tribesmen presumably, going about business that was obscure even, apparently, to people like his father who were used to the unromanised British and their ways. The path led to no Roman cities or other substantial settlements, but wound on and on for mile after mile, down the line of the hills until it reached a deep valley, several days travelling from here, where it crossed the great River Thames, and then it disappeared into downland on the other side. Travellers on the road were either heading for local rural settlements, or were on their way to that mysterious downland far to the south, where it was said that the local British had their roots. He himself would be setting off on that path in a few weeks’ time, for the reason his father had just referred to, that he was going to stay with the family of another boy who’d attended the same academy in London as himself. It occurred to him hat maybe he could take Drusilla and Luxor with him. He fancied the idea of showing them off to his friend and his friend’s family. And he was going to want what they offered, during this lengthy stay away.

He could hardly believe how good his father was being about the girls. Tibullus had regarded his father as a disciplinarian as he grew up, and certainly he had a gruff exterior, but now he realised that his father, who had to be a hard man when necessary because of his role as a district governor with all that that implied about dealing with troublemakers, was a caring man as well. Even his determination that Tibullus was to study was for Tibullus’s own sake.

Tibullus looked again at the figures on the path. They had stopped, and – he strained to see through the distance – one of their number was pointing towards the villa. There was something other-worldly about the sight. It was hard to say why exactly, but it made him feel odd to know they might be talking about himself.

He turned round. One of the senior household slaves was coming towards him.

“Sir,” he said. “Your two young ladies have now been fully prepared, and are being fed.”

“Ah. Yes. Good.” Tibullus added, as it occurred to him, “I take it they were fed last night?”

“They shared the meal that we all have at night sir. But that was last night, and we assumed it would be your wish – ”

“Yes, of course, of course. I’m not saying they shouldn’t be fed.” Tibullus paused. “I also will eat shortly, but I’ll see them...” His first thought was to take a stroll to the edge of the escarpment and perhaps along the hillside for a way, and have them accompany him. A pleasant walk in the autumn air accompanied by his girls, and a little preliminary touching when out of sight of other people. Then back to home and to his bedroom, and there to get down to the real business of the day!

He had an erection coming on already. Any preliminary touching wouldn’t remain preliminary for very long. And he wouldn’t be out of sight of people on the pathway. Anyway, why was he reluctant to take his girls to his bedroom before nightfall? There was no rule about it was there?

The slave was still waiting. “Send them to my bedchamber an hour after midday,” Tibullus said briskly. He was gratified to notice how he said this without embarrassment; he was learning very quickly how to be grown-up about such matters.

“Yes Master.”

Tibullus ate at a table in a chamber off the main hall of the villa, not reclining since this was no social banquet, but sitting to digest the food quickly and comfortably. He then visited the bathhouse for a dip, and by the appointed time he was in his bedroom, reclining on the bed. He drew thick drapes across the window so there was no natural light, but it was lit with a blazing torch on a wall.

The girls appeared in the doorway, escorted by the head slave of the household no less, in style which acknowledged the occasion. “Ahha!” Tibullus said, sitting up. “Thank you Hywel,” he said to the slave.

The girls came in. Tibullus was reminded of how quiet they were – they came in without a sound, and stood in front of him, looking at him. They were wearing the tunics and top wrappings of free young ladies – had they brought these with them, he wondered, or had the slaves found some young female apparel in the house? “Where did you get those clothes?” he asked.

They looked at one another, apparently uncertain of the answer. “Oh never mind,” Tibullus said. He beckoned Drusilla forward, stood up and took her in his arms.

He kissed her long and firmly on the mouth. Her breath was fresh and the feel of her lips on his was wonderful. He wrapped his arms round her, squeezing her firm breasts against his chest but had to move his loins away from her because he already had an erection. He moved his hands up and down her sides, feeling her flanks through her dress, stood back and fondled her breasts some more, then moved his hands to her lower regions, back and front, feeling what she had there through her clothes.

“Right,” he said to her eventually, taking his mouth from hers. “Undress, would you please.”

While Drusilla removed her clothes he kissed Luxor, though more briefly because it didn’t take Drusilla long before she was naked. “Undress also please,” he said to Luxor. Yesterday it had been Drusilla’s bottom and the rest of Luxor, so today it would be the other way round. When it came to the climax it had been Luxor yesterday, so it would be Drusilla today.

So when they were both naked and he was reclining on the bed again, he instructed,

“Drusilla, lie here facing me please.”

Drusilla lay on her side, propping up her head with her elbow on the bed. Tibullus put his hands onto her breasts, and explored them further, slowly and thoroughly. Her n*****s were small, surely smaller than Luxor’s – he looked up at Luxor: yes, Luxor had bigger n*****s than Drusilla, though her breasts were about the same size: he wasn’t sure which whose breasts he preferred. With one hand he moved his fingers round and round on Drusilla’s left n****e, while his other hand fondled the whole of her other breast, not ignoring the n****e, but concentrating the whole breast in his hand.

He kissed her on the mouth, moved one hand from a breast and kissed the breast. He kissed again, then again, now taking a n****e into his mouth.

With self-controlled slowness he moved his hands downwards, and explored the shape of her body, the way it moved in at the waist then out along her hips. Then, at last, he placed his lower hand upon her crucial mound.

He gasped at what he felt. In response she lay back and parted her legs. He felt the mound that was covered by the hair, and the way the hair ended around the slit between her legs. He moved his fingers up, down and round, exploring exactly what that slit was like, went further back till he was at the start of the division between the cheeks of her bottom, forward till he was on the mound again. He moved his fingers slightly into her slit, then out again and round.

He put his lips back onto Drusilla’s and his free hand onto her breasts, so that he was kissing her on the mouth, fondling her breasts and exploring everything between her legs.

He stopped and lay back gasping. His erection seemed ecstatic and unbearable, both at once.

We’ll rest,” he said. “I don’t want anything to happen till I’m ready.”

They rested where they were, Tibullus and Drusilla lying on their sides, Luxor standing and looking at them. His erection didn’t go down, but the feeling in his cocky seemed less extreme, eventually.

He sat up on the side of the bed, with his feet touching the floor. It looked odd to be sitting like this, his cocky pointing so explicitly up at Luxor. But that just showed how this was still new to him.

“Luxor,” he said. “Id like you to lie across my lap, facing the floor if you please.”

Luxor climbed onto the bed, and straightened herself across Tibullus’s lap, her waist on his thighs. “Further,” Tibullus said. “Upwards.” Luxor moved till the top of her legs were resting across him, and her frontal mound and hair were pressing on his thighs.

He now concentrated on her bottom. He explored with both hands the way the cheeks rose from the back of her thighs and the lower part of her back, and the way they parted on either side from a neat line along the centre. They were soft and cool; he remembered from yesterday how Drusilla’s bottom had been cold at first but had warmed up from his attentions, so set himself the task of warming Luxor in the same way. He kneaded the cheeks like a masseur, watching them move under his hand as he pressed round and round. The cheeks parted, came together, parted, came together... and though he averted his eyes at first, after a while he accepted that the crack between was clean and clear, just a smooth crevice with a little hole. Soon he had allowed a finger into the crevice, just for the merest moment, running it up and down.

She was resting against his cocky and there could be an accident. Before he shot off he wanted to feel what those breath-taking cheeks were like when firm, so he said,

“Kneel up and bend over. Like yesterday, only bend over across my lap.”

Luxor knelt, holding herself with her hands when the mattress moved slightly, and bent over with her head touching one of his thighs. Her bottom was pushed up right towards his face, the two cheeks wonderfully round, firm and perfect in shape as they parted from the middle.