Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (16 page)

Maybe Alice should have felt a bit put out to be caught by Lewis (of all people) in this compromising position, but she couldn’t manage it. There was something far more important on her mind.

“Lewis, please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” Lewis’s face turned red. “I was the one who barged in while you were naked and thrusting the rabbit into yourself from behind and making your breasts buck and plunge so deliciously, with your hard nipples and luscious mouth and… so… um… I should apologize to you.”

“That was an accident.” And as Alice stood naked before him, she realized it was an accident that she really didn’t mind at all. “I hurt you on purpose.”

Lewis frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“I never should have been so judgmental, so closed-minded. I should have accepted you for who you were.”

“Really?”

“I’m so terribly sorry, Lewis.” And Alice started to cry.

Lewis raced to her side and held her in his arms, and ran a hand gently over her hair. “It’s okay, Alice.”

“But it’s not,” Alice blubbered. “Because I love you, and yet I didn’t accept you. That’s never okay. That’s wrong.”

“You love me?”

“Yes. And I want to say a thousand times that I’m sorry. I know that you’re not gay.”

“Yeah, I’m really not, Alice. You turn me on more than anything. Watching you just now, I thought I would explode.”

“You were watching me?” she asked, and a naughty thrill shimmered over her skin. “For how long?”

“Longer than I should have,” he admitted. “I yelled your name and no one answered, so I came in here to leave your apartment key and…”

“You liked what you saw?” Alice could feel the wet heat pooling in her lower region and her special place started to pulse.

“Of course I did, Alice. You’re the hottest woman in the world.” And to prove it, he pressed against her to show the hard evidence of his arousal.

And that’s when Alice came up with a wonderful idea how she could show Lewis how sorry and how tolerant she was, and she could satisfy the aching, wet, hollowness that only Lewis could fill. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and leaving Lewis standing there, Alice scampered across the room.

She opened a drawer in her bureau and rifled around inside. Realizing Lewis was watching, she opened her legs and leaned forward, as she had on the other side of the looking glass, letting her breasts sway in front of her, and when she found her prize and scampered back, he was rubbing himself through the denim.

“Let’s get those pants off you.” Alice inched the zipper down over his bulge. She stripped his jeans off, then followed with his boxers, leaving him gloriously naked and his manhood as hard as a bedpost.

“And now let’s get these on.” She pulled out a pair of her frilliest, laciest, sparkliest golden panties (which is what she’d retrieved from the drawer) and cinched them around his jutting staff, just as she’d done in the Hall of Denied Orgasms.

“You’re so pretty now, Lewis.”

He stared at her as if he didn’t know how to respond, but his erection wasn’t so confused, and although Alice hadn’t thought Lewis could get harder, somehow he managed.

She touched his shaft, sliding the lace and silk over him. “You’re so sexy, too,” she said.

“Is this really okay with you, Alice?”

“Yes, it’s really okay. It’s more than okay. Because I want you to enjoy yourself. I love you just the way you are. And seeing you aroused like this really turns me on.”

With that she kissed him, long and passionate and hot. She nipped at his lips and delved her tongue into his mouth and held him and loved him and never wanted to let him go.

Then to prove just how hot she found him (very!), she sat on the futon and took him in her mouth and rubbed his manhood between her breasts and then accepted him into her most intimate place. Alice’s nipples begged and her love garden sang, and she rode him like his rod was the Jabbercock itself. After both were spent, and they lay back on the sheets, and Alice was finally satisfied…

…at least for a little while.

Lewis spoke first. “I never want us to be apart again, Alice.”

“I don’t want to be apart either,” she answered, feeling warm and accepted and loved in his arms.

“I love you, Alice. I think I have since we first met.”

Once again, tears misted Alice’s eyes, but these were the good kind. “I love you too, Lewis.”

He smiled a sweet smile. “I was thinking maybe we could go buy some jewelry to help show our love.”

“You mean a clit ring? Or something sparkly for my nipples? I’ve been fantasizing about getting a piercing.”

“Wow,” Lewis said, and being that he was eighteen years old as well, his member started to revive (already!). “That sounds wonderful, Alice, but I had something else in mind.”

“What?” asked Alice.

He folded Alice’s hands in his. “An engagement ring,” he answered. “I want to marry you, Alice.”

Alice smiled and her eyes misted, knowing this is what she had wanted all along. “Even if I can be short sighted and intolerant, and unfair sometimes?”

He grinned and fingered the golden panties. “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

“I have,” Alice said. “I’ve learned that I love you, Lewis. Exactly the way you are.”

“So you’ll marry me?”

“Yes!”

Alice squealed, and kissed him all over, and being eighteen, neither one of them had any earthly idea they were too young to marry.

And as Lewis lay back on the futon, Alice kissing his length, he said in a soft voice, “I should probably pinch myself, because this all seems like it’s straight from my dream.”

Alice smiled, because here all along she thought Lewis had been a player in her fantasies, but maybe, all this time, she’d been a player in his. Then she took him in her mouth and brought him back to life.

“Doesn’t this all seem like a dream, Alice?”

“Mmmph,” she answered.

And they lived happily ever after, until sometime later when they were kidnapped and taken to the infamous Hellfire Club where all manner of dastardly things were done to them.

But that’s another story…

The End

Alice will return in
50 Shades of Alice at the Hellfire Club…

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