The Hatter climbed off the table, and Alice carefully pulled out of Minnie, backing up on the table.
The Hatter caressed Alice’s face and said, “Lovely. Thank you.”
Alice smiled and kissed his cheek.
She saw Minnie and the Hare holding each other. The Hatter went to their side. When they saw him, they each reached out an arm to him. The Hatter put his head close to theirs to hug them as best as he could.
Alice thought, I believe I actually had an orgasm. Maybe that was all it took, to be penetrated in that untouched passage.
Alice took the spout in her hands and said, “This is like a regular, ceramic teapot.”
She felt her waist tingle and the teapot separated itself from her.
She set it on the table, climbed off, and put her underwear back on.
It was time to move on. Alice turned to wish her friends good-bye, but she saw that Minnie had turned herself around, lying with her back on the Hare and now had the Hatter on top of her in her arms. They were in a sweet embrace, in their own world. Alice decided not to disturb them and wandered towards the forest.
Wow, Alice thought. I actually had an orgasm.
She realized the truth. Since she could climax, she wasn’t a freak after all. She could, in fact, love a man as much as any other girl. And just wait until Carol hears about her successful orgasm!
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.
Chapter 18
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.
