Liz Adams: Alice's Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful World

Alice giggled. “I feel like I’m walking on air!” Her giggles turned to laughter as she floated just above the ground, the earth no longer pinching her feet. Alice scampered into the forest letting the puffs of air at her feet lead the way.

Several minutes into the forest, Alice had thought it best to return to earth and had recited a simile to get herself walking normally on the ground again. She came to a tree with a knob sticking out of it, at about waist level. The knob looked very much like a doorknob, shaped and carved by a carpenter. It drew her.

The doorknob’s surface was cool and smooth. Of course it was ridiculous to think it would actually turn, as if to open but if she wanted to get home, she knew it was best to try everything.

Click.

Alice couldn’t believe it. The doorknob turned. When she tugged on it, an embedded door swung open.

Curiosity ever strong, she peered in. Wooden stairs led down to a lit room below. She descended the stairway, steps creaking each time she put her barefoot on the smooth cool wood.

At the bottom of the stairs, Alice found herself back in the hallway of doors. They looked like the same ones she’d seen when she’d fallen down the well. Her heart pounded at the prospect of seeing the hanged man again. Her eyes darted all around but there was no sign of him. She found the tiny door by the coffee table. From her time with the caterpillar, she still had the pieces of mushroom in her pockets. She had what she needed.

Alice picked up the small key from the table. She nibbled on a piece of mushroom. The door got bigger. She nibbled a bit more. The door rose to meet her. She had shrunk down and could fit through the door now.

The key fit perfectly. Alice rushed through, and found herself outdoors surrounded by red and white roses. A bright sun shone upon her. A heady fragrance of roses made her sigh in longing for home.

Her heart sank. This was not her family’s garden. Was she still stuck in the strange world?

Her bare feet traced a footpath of smooth gravel all the way to the main road. The gravel crunched beneath her feet without hurting her soles.

Alice came upon a strange man licking the roses at the side of the road. The man was flat. Literally, two-dimensional. The trunk of his body was squashed and flat like a piece of paper. His flat body was dressed in green overalls with three red hearts on his breast pocket.

But his head and limbs were normal.

The man stood over one of the rose bushes. He guided one of the white roses to his lips, and licked its petals.

At least, it was a white rose.

Or was it red?

Actually, it looked like red liquid dripped from his tongue as he painted the white petals red.

“Are you bleeding?” Alice asked.

The man jumped. “You-you scared me.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just-your mouth is all red. Are you bleeding?”

“No, I’m painting.” He glanced over his shoulder down the road as if to see if anyone was coming. “I’m the gardener, and was supposed to plant red roses for the queen.” He rushed his words in a conspiratorial tone. “There was a mix-up with the seeds. Some white roses grew with the red roses. If I don’t paint these white roses red before the queen arrives, she’ll have my head!” He rushed both hands over his crotch to emphasize his point, and then guided the white rose he was painting back to his lips.

Alice stifled a laugh. What was the queen going to do with his flat body, cut a hole where his penis should be?

“I know a gardener who works in my yard. His name is Jack.” Alice wasn’t really sure why she said this. Maybe it was because she didn’t know what else to say.

A distant voice boomed. “Here comes the queen!”

Alice and the gardener turned toward the road. A parade of flat people marched in front of a high seat being carried by more flat people. On the high seat was a woman who must have been the queen.

“No! No! No!” The gardener said in a panicked voice. “I’m not finished! If she sees what I’ve done she’ll have my head!”

Alice didn’t think he had anything to worry about. Surely the queen would understand a mix-up with the red rose and white rose seeds. But what if the queen were as ruthless as people had been saying?

“Quick,” Alice said. “Hide under my dress!”

“Thank you! Thank you!” The gardener folded over and positioned himself between Alice’s legs.

The processional of flat people approached. They wore military uniforms. When they were close enough, Alice could see the rows of hearts like medals across their coats. These flat soldiers kept their heads at attention, staring straight down the road as they passed Alice as if she wasn’t there.

As the raised platform with the queen was passing Alice, Alice was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the queen shouted, “Stop!”

Alice stood tall and demure as was expected before a queen. Though she’d never actually met one.

The entire processional came to a halt. The queen gazed down her nose at Alice. A beautiful woman with challenging eyes. Long, black hair under a golden crown, and red lips in the shape of a heart. “Who is that woman?” the queen yelled at a soldier.

“Not known, your highness!” the soldier called out.

“Idiot,” the queen muttered. To Alice she said, “Who are you?”

“I’m Alice.” She tried her best to curtsey without hitting the gardener beneath her.

“Well, Alice, why are these roses white?”

Alice felt a finger pull aside her underwear, exposing her pussy to the open air.

“How should I know?” Alice gulped, and suppressed a shiver.

The queen grit her teeth. “Where is the gardener?”

Alice felt the gardener’s warm breath against her exposed cleft. A tongue stroked along the side of her folds. Even though no one could see her pussy being licked by the gardener, having them all watch her getting turned on was enough to make her blush.

“The gardener?” Alice asked giving way to the embarrassment she felt by smiling.

“Yes. Where is the gardener?”

His moist tongue ran across the other side of her folds. Alice felt herself open up. What was he doing? Painting her pink folds red? Did he think she had a rose between her legs? The gardener found her deep opening. Alice felt his hot tongue slip deeper, painting her with fervent strokes.

“The…gardener?” Alice managed.

The queen huffed and exasperated breath. “Do you even know what a gardener is?”

Yes, Alice thought. I’m getting to know his tongue very well.

The gardener discovered her nub and licked around it, in the most luscious way, taking his time to make luxurious circles. Alice quivered.

“Yes.” Alice sighed. That was the spot. Her juices dripped down to her knees.

“Well then.” The queen over-enunciated her words. “Since you know what a gardener is. Then maybe. You can tell me. If you’ve seen. The gardener.”

Round and round her clit with hot, slick licks, the gardener painted Alice.

“The gardener?” Alice moaned.

She couldn’t believe she had an entire unsuspecting audience watch her as she was being tasted, and turned on in most delightful way.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake! Do you or do you not know where the gardener is?!”

His tongue moved away from her nub and pushed his so clever tongue inside of her. Her whole body flushed as he slipped into her, caressing all around her inner walls.

“Oh!” Alice cried, her body trembling. Never in all her years… the thought faded as her body heated.

“You’re a strange bird,” the queen said. “But your face has good color.”

The queen turned to a soldier beside her. “Invite her to my croquet game.”