He put his hands on them. She gasped. He squeezed her breasts then pulled her neckline to look down. Alice knew she should pull away, but became too captivated by watching him explore and discover her body, his face so intent, so driven, as though all the answers could be found down the front of her dress.
Perhaps they could. Her breathing got heavier. She was about to witness his sexual discovery. As though he were a student. Did that make her the teacher? Considering how little Alice knew of men, wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around so that she was the student? Such an experience is the stuff of fantasies. She was supposed to stop him, pull away from him. But just how much of this sexual discovery would actually take place?
Is it really possible for a guy to have never seen breasts before? Alice decided to be passive. See how the moment played out. His education could lead to her own.
He stuck a hand down her dress and gripped a mound of her flesh, firmly but gently. He tested a nipple with the tip of his fingers. He pinched it. Alice squealed in delightful surprise and pulled her body away, but bent forward to keep his hand down her dress. He squeezed her other breast and pushed the nipple in a few times as if to see what the button did.
It certainly did something.
He didn’t know that the effect it had was happening down between her legs.
Too soon, Rabbit removed his hand. Apparently no longer interested.
Alice realized other parts of her body needed attention. Remaining passive went out the window. This young man can be my study buddy, and if I let him stop now, I’ll never get to find out from him how to touch a man.
“Have you seen Dinah?” she said.
“Who’s Dinah?”
“That’s what I call my pussy. Do you want to see?”
“I’m allergic to cats.” Rabbit waded away from her.
Alice followed and laughed. “Not a cat, a pussy.”
“What’s the difference?”
“You know what it’s like to pet a cat, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m allergic to cats.”
“Well, give me your hand and I’ll show you what it’s like to pet a pussy.”
Alice took his hand and guided it under the water to between her legs. She relished Rabbit’s reaction. He scowled and stuck his finger deeper without any further coaxing. Alice moaned and curled her toes.
“What…What is that?” Rabbit asked. “Is there something inside?”
“You’ll just have to keep looking,” Alice said wrapping her legs around his waist and resting her arms around his shoulders. Two fingers were inside her now, wiggling trying to get deeper.
“This is a strange box,” he said wriggling a third finger inside. “Are you sure there’s something in it?”
“Keep looking,” Alice breathed heavily.
His fingers persisted, deeper still, reaching, digging, seeking a treasure Alice knew he’d never find.
“Hey!” a voice called out.
Rabbit removed his fingers in a flash.
Alice whimpered. “No!” She didn’t want it to stop. His fingers were doing wonderful things to her. There was nothing worse than turning on the oven without putting in the cake.
“Look!” The young man pointed. “Land! Come on!”
Alice sighed and swam after him, following him toward the shore. The nearby shore seemed surrounded by trees. But they weren’t trees, they were blades of grass, so incredibly tall! They didn’t even look green. They looked like a royal blue. How odd! What was this strange, wondrous land? Some bizarre wonderland?
Where was Rabbit? There he was, nearing the shore.
Having a man’s fingers touch her felt so much better than using her own. If he’d kept on drilling her with his fingers, would she have come? As he stepped out of the water, Alice’s jaw dropped at just how well sculpted Rabbit’s body really was. He wore nothing at all. His cock just hung freely, a long taper candle-sized thing unfettered, untethered. There were dozens of other men there, too, all of them naked. But not a single woman. She didn’t understand. How could she be the only woman there? Was this an exclusive men’s club?
Alice admired their chests. Some hairy, some smooth, some lean, some stout, and all of them had ample muscles bulging at their arms. Their pricks were all different sizes. She thought of the implications of being the only woman and it made her tingle.
Oh, I am a naughty girl!
Chapter 5
“Look at us,” Rabbit complained. “We are all wet. How shall we get dry?”
“Let’s run a race!” suggested another man. So the men all started running around without any clear indication of where the race began or where the race ended.
To Alice the men looked like idiots running around randomly as if it would help them dry off. Watching their cocks bob up and down as they ran entertained her. Many of the penises were small bouncy things, but there were a few of the men, Rabbit included, who had actual phalluses. Long, thick trunks flopping out in front of their hips.
The men ran for what seemed like a good fifteen minutes, trying to get ahead of one another and turning at random points. Alice giggled and got to get a good look at their bottoms, too. Many men had big, flabby bums, but a few of the men were blessed with firm ones, like Rabbit.
Alice gathered up her dress and wrung it out. The warm sun in that strange pink sky would have to do the rest. She sat on a large rock that was probably just a small stone. But now that Alice had shrunk to a tiny size, everything seemed huge. Although that didn’t explain the strange colors of this wonderland.
After five more minutes of running, the men stopped and doubled over to catch their breath. Alice watched their buff chests inflate and deflate, their tanned skin shiny with sweat.
Through deep breaths, one of the men managed to say, “I’m…still…wet.”
“Me…too,” another said catching his breath.
“Let’s jump back into the lake to return all the moisture to it.” Rabbit didn’t seem to be out of breath at all.
Alice laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Rabbit asked.
“Look at dee men,” Alice said using her best Spanish accent. “Dey put ‘dee men’ back in ‘dementia.’ ”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Alice said smiling. “It’s a great idea. Have at it. You can make another race of it.” It looked like they needed direction.
So the men jumped back in and swam all around the lake in random directions, trying to outdo each other.
A man with a buff chest and grey ponytail climbed out first. The other men followed. Alice took a mental picture of these nude men, everything hanging out. Yum! She called out to them, “So who won?”
“What?” one of them asked.
“Who won the race?”
“We all did,” another said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The others nodded their heads.
“What did you win?” Alice asked amused.
One of the men rolled his eyes like it was another stupid question and said, “Prizes.”
“And who’s giving you your prizes?” Alice chuckled. She had to admit, having a conversation with a crowd of clueless naked men was a blast. Just wait until she told Lois about this!
This time, the men looked at each other as though searching for the answer.
“We need to find the box of prizes,” the man with the grey ponytail finally said.
Then Rabbit pointed straight at Alice and said, “She has a box of prizes!”
“What?” Then Alice realized what Rabbit was talking about. Alice held up her hands to stop them. “Now just
