She walked over to the table just as the Hatter handed the teacup past the woman to the Hare.
It wasn’t until Alice took a seat across from the three that the Hatter noticed her.
“You can’t sit there,” the Hatter said. “There isn’t enough room.”
“There’s plenty of room,” Alice protested.
“Alright then,” the Hatter said. “If you want join us, you must figure out the one thing that is wrong about this poem. ‘Twinkle twinkle goes your eye, as I finger you to cry. Moan above my fingers’ thrusts, like a tortured soul of lust.’ ”
Alice scowled.
“Well?” the Hatter asked.
“Well, everything seems wrong with that poem.” Alice folded her arms across her chest.
“Ha! You can’t find the one thing, can you?”
“I give up,” Alice said. “What’s the one thing wrong with it?”
“Beats me.” The Hatter turned to the Hare, “Do you know?”
The Hare shrugged, his flexing muscles glistening in the sunlight.
The woman blurted out, “I love you, Hare!” And mumbled back into sleep.
“Well then, have some more tea, Mr. Hare.” The Hatter poured another cup of emptiness.
“Milk?” The Hatter asked.
“Of course,” the Hare said.
The Hatter pinched the woman’s nipple again, over the empty cup. She giggled, and then snored.
Alice asked, “Why do you pinch her nipples all the time?”
The Hatter said, “Why, to get milk for our tea, of course.”
“But there is no milk.”
“There is no tea, either,” sighed the Hatter. “Honestly. Do keep up.”
The woman shouted, “I love you, Hatter!” And mumbled back to sleep.
“Who is she, anyway?” Alice asked.
The Hare said, “This is Minnie. The most wonderful woman in the world.”
Minnie cried out, “Kiss, please!”
The Hare kissed Minnie’s lips until Minnie fell back to sleep.
He turned to Alice and said, “Would you like to hear a story? Minnie tells the best stories!”
“Yes, very much!” Alice said.
The Hatter lovingly brushed Minnie’s hair past her ear and whispered, “Minnie, wake up. It’s story time.”
Minnie’s eyes fluttered from a dream. She looked back and forth between the Hatter and the Hare. “Oh, good,” she said smiling. “It wasn’t just a dream.”
The Hare kissed her cheek and said, “It’s story time.”
“But I don’t have a book to read from.”
Alice jumped in. “I have a book.” She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the title. “But it’s broken.”
“How can a book be broken?” asked Minnie.
“It says, ‘The Story of OMH,’ but that’s not right.”
“Let me see,” said the Hatter with an outstretched arm.
He took the book and showed it to Minnie. Minnie said, “You’re correct. That’s not right.”
Alice nodded.
“It doesn’t say, ‘The Story of OMH,’ ” Minnie said. “It says ‘The Story of O.’ ”
“Really?” Alice said. She rounded the table to look over Minnie’s shoulder. As far as Alice could see, it read, “The Story of OMH.” She took the book from Minnie’s hands and read to herself the beginning. “Old Mother Hubbard lived in a cupboard…”
“You better read it aloud,” Alice said giving the book back to Minnie. “It seems to work with you.”
Minnie started on page one and it was just how Alice remembered it. The starting scenes of O meeting her lover Rene at the park, taking the taxi ride, taking off her panties and Rene removing her bra before arriving at a chateau, the scene where O is bathed by two chambermaids, then dressed in a collar and bracelets and cape, and paraded in front of anonymous men…
Alice, the Hatter, and the Hare listened in silence as the erotic words left Minnie’s lips. Alice admired how the Hatter and Hare gazed upon Minnie with love in their eyes. Such a contrast to The Story of O. Every so often, the Hatter and the Hare drank from their teacups. Alice ignored the ridiculousness of them drinking nothing and listened to Minnie’s reading.
“ ‘Finally, finished with her, they moved away…’ ” Then Minnie stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Alice asked.
“What do they mean by ‘finished’?” Minnie said.
“You know,” Alice said. “They had an orgasm.”
“What’s an ‘orgasm’?” Minnie asked.
Alice scowled feeling confused. Did Minnie have the same problem with reaching climax?
“You know when you have sex?” Alice asked.
The Hatter said, “Male or female?”
“No,” Alice said. “Sex like what they were talking about in the book.”
The Hare said, “They weren’t talking about gender?”
“No!”
Minnie murmured, “I think I may have completely misunderstood this story.”
The Hare and Hatter looked at Minnie and nodded sympathetically.
Alice looked at the three of them. They seemed to love each other so much. And without having made love. Alice realized she could be the one to take them to a whole new height of appreciating each other. With both the Hatter and the Hare, there was ample penetration that could even provide Minnie with the orgasm she so deserved.
“I’ll do it,” Alice said.
“Do what?” The Hatter asked.
“I’ll show you what an orgasm is, and while I’ll definitely be able to get you guys to experience one, Minnie, I’ll do my best to make sure you have one, too.”
“Yay!” Minnie said. “Do I get to choose its color?”
Alice chuckled. “Orgasms don’t come in different colors,” she said. “Not literally, anyway.”
“Then I guess I’ll have it in its normal color,” Minnie said.
Chapter 17
Alice moved dishes, cups, saucers, and spoons down to the far end of the table.
“Hare,” she said, “I need you to lie down on the table.”
“Face up or face down?”
“Face up,” Alice said.
The Adonis laid his naked, muscled body on the table. His hairy chest filled and emptied with each breath. His penis rested flaccid at his hips. His strong legs and arms looked clenched even in their relaxed state.
“Minnie,” Alice said. “You need to kiss the Hare on the lips.”
“It’s a kiss?” asked Minnie. “Well, in that case, I’ve had puh- lenty of orgasms!”
Alice smiled. “The orgasm comes later. For now, just love him with your kisses.” Meanwhile, Alice said to herself, I’ll be giving him a hand job to make him hard.
Minnie sat in the chair beside the Hare’s head and looked into his eyes. Alice was about to reach for the Hare’s cock, but stopped when she saw Minnie wasn’t kissing him.
Minnie just sat there, and the two of them looked into each other’s eyes. Alice couldn’t believe it but just watching them interact this way made her pulse race.
Minnie moved her head closer to his, still gazing into his eyes.
Amazing, Alice thought. He was getting hard just anticipating the kiss. Alice watched the Hare’s cock come
