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

“Jack. I want you and-”

“Good.” Jack stepped closer, resting his hands on her waist. His lips were upon hers, her body turning to soup. Of her favorite flavor.

This is real, Alice told herself. This is true. Not a dream.

Jack tugged her closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue tasted her lips. His big, firm hand massaged her neck.

Alice pushed away. “Wait,” she said. “What about Carol?”

Jack smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. “I don’t think Carol will mind.”

“But-”

“Follow me,” Jack said. He took her hand and led her to the front of the house.

Jack motioned for Alice to crouch down and keep quiet. They crept into the bushes by the front windows. Large, floor-to-ceiling window panels revealed the dining room. They inched closer to the window and peered inside. Alice saw Carol sitting next to Lois at the dining room table, facing out but not seeing Jack and Alice through the window. The way the dining room floor was waist-high to Alice and Jack, they had a clear view of under the table. Lois’s hand was exploring between Carol’s legs, and Carol’s hand lay on Lois’s bare leg.

“My sister’s a lesbian?!”

Jack smiled.

“How did I not know my sister’s a lesbian?” Alice grabbed Jack by the arms. “That is so cool!”

“Come on. Let’s go.”

“So that’s why Lois has been spending all her time with Carol!” Alice whispered.

“Come. Time for me to make you dinner.” He grinned. “Back at my place.”

Jack lived in a small cottage, separate from the servant’s quarters. Alice knew that Jack normally ate his meals in the kitchen with the other servants. But tonight was different.

“Sit tight. I’ll be right back,” he said.

Alice sat alone on his bed and looked around the tiny room. The walls were bare, the floor naked. There was only a bed and a small, plain table and chair. A bedside table with a short candle and candleholder, and a deck of cards.

The sun set. The shadows grew longer and ran their fingers over Alice. She shivered. To pass the time, she turned the cards over to see their faces. It was a tarot deck with colorful illustrations of cups, swords, pentacles, and wands. Alice shuffled through and found what she was looking for. The hanged man. He was naked, except for the loincloth. She turned the card upside down. The face was too small to really tell what sort of face he had.

Alice set the cards down, and watched the door. There was still no sign of Jack. Darkness was beginning to slip in, but she decided to keep the light off.

She looked down at the bed covers and ran her hands along it. The coverlet wasn’t as soft as the covers from her own bed. She picked up the pillow. It also wasn’t as soft, but she supposed Jack was used to it. She checked the door again. No sound. Alice put the pillow to her face, closed her eyes, and inhaled. She could smell his musky male scent.

The door opened.

Alice threw the pillow to its place on the bed and blurted out, “Nothing!”

“What?” Jack asked.

“What?” Alice asked.

Jack stood still and stared. He looked bemused. He held a pot of food in each hand with a napkin tucked under his arm.

“Will I still be hungry enough for dinner back at the manor?”

“Don’t worry,” Jack said. “What I brought you won’t satisfy your hunger…for food.”

Alice laughed, butterflies in her belly.

Jack placed everything on the table and moved the table to Alice so that the bed functioned as her chair. He pulled the one chair over for himself.

Alice admired how his muscles rippled in his arms and chest as he set the table. He caught her admiring him. He smiled. She giggled. Her face felt hot.

Jack pulled matches from his pants pocket, reaching down to that place Alice often dreamed about. He lit the candle. The shadows recoiled to dance on the walls.

Jack picked up the napkin and climbed behind Alice on the bed.

“What are you doing?” Alice laughed.

“Keep your head straight and close your eyes.”

Alice did as he asked, and felt the fabric of the napkin blindfold her. Jack’s hands rested on her shoulders, massaging them. Alice dropped her head and sighed. He erased the tension in her neck and the worries from her mind.

But he stopped too soon. Then again, Alice guessed anytime a massage ends is too soon. She felt the bed quake and heard Jack climbing off the bed. Alice opened her eyes behind the fabric.

“No peeking,” Jack said.

She closed her eyes again. It didn’t matter. All she could see with her eyes open was down her nose.

She heard the chair scrape against the floor as though he were moving to sit close to her. The ting of a pot opened.

Silence.

“Open your mouth,” Jack said.

“What are you going to do?” Alice laughed again. Her heart sped up in anticipation.

“Trust me,” he said.

Silence.

Alice smiled and cautiously opened her mouth. She felt something cold at her lips and touched her tongue to it.

Chocolate!

Dripping from — she gently bit down — a strawberry.

The juices filled her mouth. She shivered, and bit, and chewed.

“Another?” Jack asked softly. His voice rumbled and warmed her belly.

“Yes. Please.”

Silence.

“Try this,” he said. “And don’t bite.”

Alice laughed. “Jack!”

“Trust me,” he said.

She opened her mouth and tasted a drop of cinnamon pudding on her tongue. She closed her lips. Found her lips wrapped around two of Jack’s fingers.

She swirled her tongue around his fingers, licking off the spicy pudding.

Jack groaned.

Alice brought her hands to his and guided his fingers deeper into her mouth.

Jack growled. He removed his fingers. What would come next?

Alice faked a sigh.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I know what I really want,” she replied with a sing-song voice, “but I didn’t bring my hairbrush.”

Suddenly, his lips were planted upon hers. His kiss was urgent, passionate, hungry. When he broke from the kiss, Alice ripped off the blindfold.

She grinned at the pot of strawberries covered in chocolate. “My turn.”

“You’re going to blindfold me?”

Alice shook her head no.

She picked up one of the strawberries and placed it between her teeth. With a single finger she gave Jack the “come hither” gesture. Jack moved towards Alice like a panther. Her heartbeat quickened.

Jack placed a gentle kiss on her lips, taking the strawberry into his mouth. Alice wrapped her arms around him, sharing with him her lips, her taste, her love.

She completed her kiss and opened her eyes to see him gulping down the strawberry.

“Delicious,” he said warmly, his eyes sparkled like diamonds. “Stand up.”

Alice did. Jack spun her so her back was to him. He lifted her hair to expose the nape of her neck. With that one gesture, she felt completely naked

Wasn’t that strange?

His hands were firm on her shoulders. She could feel his eager breath. Her nipples hardened.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

Alice took in a breath and held it, as though fighting to believe his words. She felt a lump lodged in her throat. Jack undid the buttons along the back of her dress. Her spine tingled at the exposure. Jack kissed the nape of her neck, another further down, and further still. She shivered in delight, releasing a moan.

“So beautiful.”

Beautiful? Did Jack really think she was beautiful? Or was it just for her to enjoy the moment. Whatever he truly thought, his words had an effect on her. She felt her pussy become wet.

Jack pushed down the sleeves of her dress, slowly lowering her dress down her arms. He placed soft kisses down to the base of her spine. Then he caressed the fabric against her legs as he slid her dress down. It bundled at her ankles.