The Education of Alice, Pt. 3

In the morning Alice was sure it had all been a dream. But then she went to the bathroom to pee and saw in the mirror that she was still wearing the collar Clio had put on her.

She tingled all over as she was flooded with memories of what had quite possibly been the most pleasurable night of her young life. She licked her lips, hoping for a little taste of pussy, and was not disappointed.

Looking at the clock, she realized that she needed to get going if she was going to make it to campus on time for her scheduled orientation. Somewhat reluctantly she took the collar off, then quickly showered and dressed.

No one was home in the main house, so Alice hopped on a streetcar to get to campus, pleased with how quickly she was learning to get around the city. She made it just in the nick of time.

Alice had a hard time paying attention to the orientation; her mind kept drifting back to the night before, and then to wondering what other surprises the future had in store. But it did not escape her attention that the tour guide, an African-American senior named Nikki, was an extraordinarily attractive young woman. Gradually her her remembering gave way to fantasizing, and by the time the orientation was over, Alice needed to find a bathroom and rub one out before getting on with her day.

As she was leaving the bathroom Alice checked herself out in the mirror. In her haste she had grabbed the first clothes she found, which had happened to be a white blouse and a red-and-black plaid skirt. She hadn’t consciously decided to dress like a schoolgirl, but that was what she looked like. And a pretty hot one too.

After that she walked around, wandering idly from campus down toward the river. In the late afternoon Eva texted to suggest that they meet for dinner at a place called Commander’s Palace. Alice looked up the location on her phone and started meandering in that direction, soaking up the sun and feeling peaceful and content.

When she arrived at the restaurant Eva and Clio were already sitting at an outside table. Alice hung back for a moment, again watching without being seen. Clio lifted a glass of red wine to her nose, took a deep sniff, and nodded appreciatively. She clinked glasses with Eva and they both drank.

It occurred to Alice that these two women now knew her in a way no one else in the world did. Flashing back on the events of the previous night, she felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy begin to gush. She felt like she had matured years overnight; but she also knew she had so much more to learn.

Watching Eva and Clio chat, their heads inclined toward each other, Alice felt very fortunate to be a part of their world. But then she felt suddenly shy — maybe they were talking about her? Now that she had surrendered herself so completely, did they think that she was some terrible slut? It wasn’t logical, but deep down she thought there must be some price to pay for all the pleasure she had experienced. For a moment she had the impulse to slink off into the growing dusk.

But then Eva spotted her and smiled, and that smile immediately dispelled whatever misgivings she had. As she made her way to the table she felt like everyone was watching her, envying her. As she took her seat Alice was grinning like the Cheshire cat, thinking to herself, yes — I belong here.

***

The food was fantastic and the company delightful. Alice was learning that Clio could be hilarious when she wanted to; more than once Alice almost spit out her drink at something Clio said. As they talked and laughed Alice felt very special, like there was now a conspiracy between the three of them that the rest of the world could only look at from the outside.

As they ate dessert — Creole cheesecake and pecan pie a la mode —Alice began to wonder what might happen afterward. After the previous night’s cornucopia of delights, it seemed greedy to want more; but she did, there was no denying it. As they walked back to Clio’s car after the meal her heart was racing. She told herself to be cool, not to get her expectations up, but really there was no hope of that,

It was quiet in the house as Alice followed Eva and Clio inside, the only light from the last rays of the setting sun streaming in through the windows. Eva excused herself to go to the bathroom and Clio disappeared down a hallway in the direction of her office.

For a long moment Alice just stood gazing out a window, savoring the gorgeous pink glow of the sunset. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice that Eva had come back into the room until she felt a warm body pressing against her from behind.

Instinctively Alice leaned back into the contact as Eva’s arms wrapped around her. She felt soft lips on her neck and the swell of Eva’s breasts against her back; she let out a little moan and broke out in gooseflesh all over. “Time for your next lesson,” Eva whispered in her ear.

At that point some part of Alice’s brain shut down. She didn’t need to think or to worry about anything; all she needed to do was be in the moment and let what was happening happen. Eva pulled Alice’s blouse up and off and reached around to cup her boobs. Alice shivered and moaned again, leaning back more into Eva, vaguely aware of Clio looking on from the other side of the room.

Soon Alice’s bra followed her blouse onto the floor, and Eva’s warm palms were pressed against her rock-hard nipples. Alice felt a little weak in the knees and let herself sag back against Eva, craning her neck to plant a soft kiss on the older woman’s ear. 

Now Eva gently broke the clinch, keeping one hand on Alice’s back to steady her, then took her by the hand and led her down a hallway toward the bedroom. By the time they got there Alice was completely naked, dripping wet between the legs, and breathless with desire and anticipation.

Eva laid Alice down on the king-size bed and gave her a long, slow, deep kiss. Clio, who had been trailing behind, lingered in the doorway. Eva left Alice for a moment to switch on a lamp, and from a bedside table she pulled four short lengths of cloth.

Lifting Alice’s left arm over her head, Eva tied her wrist to the bedpost on that side. The right wrist followed, then both ankles. This was a new experience for Alice, being nude and bound; she felt very vulnerable, but also quite calm. She knew she was in good hands.

There was a bit of a chill in the room and Eva stepped away for a moment to turn on the gas fireplace that was set into the wall to Alice’s right. Immediately Alice felt a nice gust of warmth hit her, and the orange glow brought a cozy glow to the room. 

Returning to the foot of the bed, Eva began to do a slow striptease, seemingly determined to drive Alice completely out of her mind. Clio was now watching from a chair against one wall, her expression neutral, as if this was something that happened every day. 

Finally Eva slipped her panties off and Alice feasted her eyes on the sight of that magnificent red carpet. Her mouth was watering and her nether regions were throbbing. It was almost too much to take; she closed her eyes for a moment, and next thing she knew she felt the full weight of Eva’s body on top of her.

Again they kissed, long and wet, tongues meeting and exploring. Finally Eva broke away and pulled herself up so that her breasts were dangling in Alice’s face. Alice needed no further encouragement and began to feast on those magnificent mammaries, sucking and nibbling on the nipples, then again gaping her mouth to try to get a whole breast into it — and again finding it nowhere near up to the task.

Finally Alice nuzzled her face into Eva’s cleavage, comforted by the feeling of the warm pillows on either side of her face. She would happily have taken up residence there but Eva was moving again, trailing her body up along Alice’s face. Alice kissed and licked her sternum, belly button, and abdomen as they went by. Then Eva shifted up onto her knees and Alice was staring up into her pink, glistening, red-fringed pussy.

Alice’s nostrils flared and she took in a lungful of that delightful womanly scent. She extended her tongue to get a taste but she couldn’t quite reach; apparently Eva intended to tease her for a little while still. She took a deep breath and reminded herself how lucky she was to be where she was right now. Three days ago she would never have imagined herself in this position. She could wait another minute or two.

But now Eva was standing up, looming over Alice as she turned 180 degrees to face Clio, who was apparently the audience for this little scene. Alice could just make her out in the corner there, smoking and smirking as she watched the show. Then Alice’s vision was obscured by Eva’s crotch and finally, finally, she got what she had been waiting for.

For a while after that Alice’s entire universe was between Eva’s legs — the smell, the taste, the heat. The hair tickled her nose and the sounds of soft moans floated down from somewhere above. Alice lapped up Eva’s nectar hungrily, straining her tongue to probe as far up inside as she could.

After awhile Alice’s focus shifted from her own pleasure to Eva’s; she was determined to make the older woman come, but found her technique a little lacking. She thought she was making progress, the moans coming from above her rising in pitch and volume, when she felt lips graze her inner thigh.

Eva was still sitting straight up on top of her, so that had to be Clio between her legs. For a minute she was aware of nothing but Clio’s mouth kissing and nibbling the sensitive flesh on either side, moving slowly but inexorably toward the center.

When Clio’s tongue penetrated her Alice yelped into Eva’s crotch, and suddenly was reminded what she had been doing there. She relocated Eva’s clit and began licking and sucking it, occasionally distracted by Clio, who now had slid two fingers inside her and was licking around them.

Eventually Clio’s skilled ministrations and Alice’s own clumsier efforts synced up, and soon Alice was shaking with a mighty climax just as Eva began to spasm and buck above her. For a long moment no one moved. The ecstatic waves of her own orgasm combined with the satisfaction of having made Eva come was like nothing Alice had ever felt before. She could have taken off and flown if she wasn’t tied to the bed with the weight of a grown woman atop her.

Now Eva bent forward at the waist; Alice felt warm breasts press against her abdomen, and then two tongues were exploring her pussy together. Alice let out a long, slow, loud groan that came all the way up from her diaphragm; again this was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Eva and Clio took their time with her, keeping her right on the edge of orgasm, pausing occasionally to share kisses soaked in Alice’s juices.

Now and again Alice would go back to work on Eva. Eva was highly multiorgasmic and it didn’t take much to get her going again; so she and Alice traded orgasms once, twice, three times.... After that Alice lost track of everything.

* * * 

Next thing she knew she was staring up at the ceiling, her whole body one ecstatic tingle. She looked down toward the foot of the bed, where Clio stood with a predatory grin, one hand wrapped around a pink strap-on. This one was bigger than the one she’d used on Alice the previous night, but smaller than the one she’d fucked Eva with that first night as Alice watched. Alice bit her lip and swallowed, willing herself to relax and open up.

Eva came back into view and leaned down to take the dildo into her mouth. After thoroughly coating it with her saliva she took hold of it and aimed it at Alice’s crotch. Parting Alice’s lips with her fingers, Eva guided the thick head of the phallus inside her.

Alice’s eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a new kind of moan, almost pained, but on the exhale she let everything out and felt herself dilating. Little by little Clio slid all the way in; Alice closed her eyes and rode the wave, flexing her hips for a more comfortable angle. When she opened them again she was looking up into Clio’s pale blue eyes, which even at this close distance were mysterious and distant, seeming to stare straight through her at something else altogether. 

At this point Alice was quite beside herself, her breath coming in short staccato gasps as Clio began to move in and out, slowly at first and then with increasing force. Eva, who had been watching with wide-eyed delight, now leaned over to tend to Alice’s breasts as Clio fucked her. They made a hell of a team and soon Alice was coming again, harder than before; she felt like her entire body was lifting up off the bed.

In short order she came like that a second, a third time... then for a while she was conscious of nothing, just floating blissfully in space.

* * *

When she came around it took a moment for her to remember where she was. She tried to bring her hand to her face to scratch an itch on her nose, only to discover that her hands were bound to the bedposts. Then it all came flooding back.

It was quiet in the room, and Alice wondered how long she had been there by herself. Just then Eva and Clio appeared in the doorway, both gloriously naked, Clio holding a brandy snifter and Eva a glass of white wine. Suddenly Alice felt self-conscious, realizing just how much in their thrall she was. She was out of her depth here — but so far the results had been wonderful, so why worry?

Eva sat down in the chair against the wall as Clio approached the bed. Alice had an inkling of what was coming, and she was ready for it. After all Clio had done, of course she deserved anything Alice could give her.

Clio took a long pull on her brandy and sat it down on the bedside table, then climbed onto the bed and stood towering over Alice, one foot on either side of the younger woman’s head. From Alice’s vantage point she was a goddess, 12 feet tall and possessed of all the world’s dignity and power. As she stared up into Clio’s crotch Alice thought of the painting “L’Origine du monde,” which she had discovered in one of her parents’ art books and surreptitiously returned to many times over the years.

Then the painting came to life as Clio dropped to her knees. Alice took a deep breath, drinking in the musky scent, admiring the way Clio’s dark curls contrasted with the shocking pink of her vulva. Then Clio sank down a little more and Alice lifted her head, running her tongue along the length of that heavenly furrow as little droplets of pussy juice fell onto her face.

Alice drew on everything she had been learning; she had always been a good student and she wanted to pass this test. She was making progress when she was again interrupted by the appearance of a mouth between her legs. Eva had intended to just sit back and watch, but found that she couldn’t help herself. 

As before, Alice struggled to focus on the task at hand as waves of pleasure drifted up from below. But she had a feeling she was going to stay tied to the bed until Clio was satisfied.

 ***

Afterwards Alice stood naked by the fire, sipping the brandy Clio had given her and working the kinks out of her arms and legs. She felt a little weak but pleasantly so. How many orgasms had she had? She had no idea, it had all melted into one delirious blur.

Eva and Clio had put on robes but Alice was enjoying the feeling of the warmth from the fireplace on her bare skin. She was tempted to ask if she could spend the night with them, but didn’t want to outstay her welcome, and anyway realized she was unlikely to get a good night’s sleep crowded onto their bed. And suddenly she felt very drowsy, ready to lay her head down and drift off to dreamland.

She took a few minutes to finish the brandy, then got dressed and hugged Eva and Clio good night. She ambled back to the guest house, brushed her teeth, and was fast asleep in minutes. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Education of Alice, Pt. 2

Back in the guest house, Alice took off the robe and returned it to the hook where she’d found it. Only then did she realize that her panties — which were all she’d been wearing under the robe — were completely soaked. She slipped them off and out of curiosity took a little sniff, then did a double-take; she had never smelled her own arousal so strongly.

She draped the panties over a towel rack in the bathroom to dry, took a long, satisfying pee, and got into bed. But of course she couldn’t sleep — images of what she’d just seen ran through her head in an endless loop. She tossed and turned for half an hour before finally giving in to the urge to masturbate. After an orgasm she usually could go right to sleep, but not this time. She returned to tossing and turning, and ended up touching herself twice more before finally nodding off just before dawn.

 

* * *

 

It was late in the morning when she woke up, and despite — or maybe because of — all that had happened the night before, she felt marvelously rested and refreshed. Eva had told her to come up to the house for breakfast whenever she was ready, and though she felt a little weird after seeing what she’d seen, there was no point in stalling. Plus she was starving. But she did take a few minutes to shower, afraid she reeked of her own juices. Once she felt clean she stuffed the panties, now only a little damp, into her suitcase and got dressed. 

She found Eva in the living room, stretched out face down on the floor, wearing a halter top and skintight yoga pants. Alice stood watching, again, as Eva lifted up into downward dog position, her bulbous butt cheeks thrusting up into the air. And though again Alice felt guilty about spying, she had a hard time finding the voice to announce her presence.

Finally she managed to croak the word “Morning.” Eva looked back over her shoulder and favored Alice with a luminous smile. “Good morning, sunshine,” she said, leaping forward into a standing position and turning to face Alice in one fluid motion. “Hungry?”

“Famished,” Alice answered honestly. She followed Eva to the kitchen, where the older woman set about making an omelette to Alice’s specifications. Alice tried not to stare at her — tried not to picture her naked and bound, bent over the ottoman as the cane landed on her derriere; eyes bulging as she was fucked from behind; or on her knees with her head between Clio’s legs. But it was very difficult.

Alice had some business to attend to on campus, so Eva drove her and accompanied her on her rounds. It was a warm, gorgeous late summer day with just a hint of autumn in the air, and at times Alice felt like she was floating. A whole new world was opening up before her.

The sundress Eva had changed into was a little less revealing than her yoga clothes, but still Alice was acutely aware of eyes on them as they walked around. In truth, some of those eyes were for Alice herself — though dressed down in t-shirt and jeans, she was looking especially fresh-faced and lovely that day. But there was no doubt that Eva had the kind of body that drew stares — from both men and women — and some of them were not very subtle about it.

Eva herself seemed oblivious; she was used to it, Alice guessed. As they strolled, every so often Alice would get a flash of the previous night’s goings-on and completely forget what she was doing, Several times she had to ask Eva to repeat something she’d just said, and once she almost walked into a tree. 

The campus was beautiful, and every student they saw looked happy and friendly. Alice looked forward to getting to know them both better. 

 

* * *

 

That night Eva made red beans and rice, and again Alice ate herself into a stupor. She’d better start watching her intake, she decided, if she wanted to still fit into her clothes by the time school started.

Afterward they sat on the screened-in back porch sipping wine and chatting. Feeling more and more comfortable with Eva, Alice decided it was OK to start probing a little bit. 

“How long have you known Clio?”

“A few years now. She used to work for Jack, you know. They were pretty close. Jack used to say she was the daughter he never had.”

“Was she at the wedding?” Alice asked, furrowing her brow as she tried to remember.

“No, she was traveling, keeping the business going while Jack took time off.” Thinking back seemed to set off a chain of memories in Eva’s mind, and her eyes looked a little misty as she said, “I was so lost when Jack died. Thank God Clio was here to look after me.”

Alice grinned slyly to herself, having some idea of what that “looking after” entailed. At the same time she felt a pang of guilt. What would Eva say if she knew what Alice had done and seen?

“I really did love Jack, you know,” Eva continued. “Our relationship was... unusual. But I did care for him.”

The sun was all the way down now, the sky glowing a darkling pink. Feeling safe and free, Alice decided that there was no better time than now to come clean. She took a long swig of wine for courage and spoke up.

“I have to tell you something,” she said in a hesitating voice. “I hope you won’t be mad.”

Eva’s eyes flashed with curiosity. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Well...” Alice trailed off, taking another gulp of wine. “Last night. I came into the house looking for bread. And I... heard some things. And I saw some things.” Blushing beet red, she turned away and hung her head.

Eva stood and walked to the window, bringing her wine glass to her mouth. “Well,” she said after a few seconds. “I guess I can’t blame you.”

Alice lifted her head, almost ready to cry with relief. “Really?” she asked.

“Of course,” Eva said, and their eyes met. Something in that look warmed both Alice’s heart and her nether regions. Feeling suddenly courageous, like anything was possible, she took a deep breath and gave voice to her deepest wish.

“Do you think...” Here she paused, hardly believing what she was about to say. The nerve of it. But she’d been waiting so long for something like this, and when was it going to happen if not now? “Do you think you could teach me?”

A complex expression came onto Eva’s face: surprise, bemusement, a sense of possibility, and just a hint of concern. After a few seconds, during which Alice died a thousand deaths of suspense, she answered matter-of-factly, “I’d have to ask Clio about anything like that.” She looked at her phone. “Speaking of which, I’m supposed to meet her for a drink with a client. Make yourself at home, we’ll be back in a few hours.”

In a minute she was gone. As Alice made her way back to the guest house, she stood for a while gazing up at the sky, wondering what the future held. 

* * * 

As she brushed her hair that night, Alice took a long look at her naked body in the mirror. She been ultra-skinny most of her life; only in the last couple years had she started to fill out. Her breasts were still not huge but they were nice rounded handfuls, high and tight, and it made her happy to behold them. Her long black hair stopped just short of the tops of her nipples.

Alice’s waist was narrow and her hips shapely. Overall her figure was not an exaggerated hourglass like Eva’s, but lithe and elegant, with pleasing undulations. Her pubes were sparse, wispy tendrils, nothing like Eva’s nest of red curls or Clio’s neatly trimmed triangle; but she liked the way they looked. On the whole, she decided, she was pretty satisfied with what she saw. 

As she crawled into bed Alice wondered where Eva and Clio were, what they were doing, and what might happen next. Had she offended Eva with her bold request? It was unlike her to be so forward — but she was changing, she could feel it.

She felt so keyed up she was sure she would be awake all night. Within a few minutes she was asleep.

* * *

She was awoken by the sound of the door to the guest house opening and footsteps coming toward her. The bedside lamp came on and before Alice could make out anything in front of her, she felt hands near her throat and something being fastened there.

When Alice’s eyes came into focus they were looking into the sparkling blue eyes of Clio, which betrayed no hint of emotion as she clipped a leash onto the collar around Alice’s neck.

Taken by surprise, Alice felt a little panicky for a moment. But whatever was happening here, there was no question she had asked for it. Why not see it through and find out where it led?

* * * 

Where it led, for the moment, was out the door and through the garden. As she followed Clio to the main house, Alice was acutely aware that she was being led on a leash, naked as a jaybird, by a woman she barely knew. She wondered what her family would think if they could see her now; they would think she had gone to the devil, no doubt.

There was a hint of a chill in the air, and by the time they got inside, Alice’s skin was goosepimply and her nipples taut and jutting. Clio guided her down a long hallway, a set of stairs, and another hallway, then finally into the library — where Eva was spread-eagled against a wall, arms above her head, hands tied to wall sconces on either side. She was completely, gloriously nude, breasts hanging heavily, fiery bush on proud display.

Clio tugged on the leash and Alice found herself staring into Eva’s eyes from a few feet away. The older woman’s gaze was neutral and though she was not gagged this time, there seemed to be nothing for her to say at the moment.

Taking hold of the collar, Clio pulled Alice’s head forward until her lips were pressed against Eva’s. Later, when she thought back to the events of that fateful night, this was the moment that would stand out in Alice’s mind maybe most of all: The sweet softness of Eva’s lips, the warmth of her, the hush in the room. At the same time Alice was vaguely aware of her breasts sitting atop Eva’s, her rock-hard nipples pressing into Eva’s tender flesh, and of Clio behind her, orchestrating and observing.

The kiss was gentle, passionate, wet, intoxicating; Alice lost herself in it, she had no idea for how long, but then Clio was pulling on her collar, and she found her head level with Eva’s chest. Extending her tongue, Alice licked the nipple closest to her, then opened her lips to suck it. It was delicious, salty and sweet; greedy for more, Alice gaped her mouth as far as it would go, but was still a long way from getting the whole breast into her mouth. After a bit she started to gag, so she eased off and moved to give the other side the same treatment.

Alice would happily have stayed there indefinitely, worshipping Eva’s magnificent globes, but she felt another tug on the leash and next thing she knew she was on her knees, just inches from the older woman’s crotch. Getting a whiff of something heavenly, Alice took a deep breath and was rewarded with a strong dose of Eva’s musk; it was familiar but also exotic, like something out of a dream.

Leaning forward, Alice nuzzled her nose into Eva’s soft red nest; it tickled a little and Alice almost started giggling, taken by a sudden giddy joy. After a few moments Eva pressed back against the wall, opening her legs to release an overpowering waft of womanly aroma. Her pussy was pink, glistening, slightly agape, and undoubtedly the most beautiful thing Alice had ever seen in her life.

Alice felt lightheaded, exhilarated, disoriented; for a long moment she was paralyzed, nostrils flared, unsure what to do next. But then, with Clio’s encouraging hand exerting gentle pressure on the back of her head, she extended her tongue and took a taste.

* * *

From that point on it was all a delirious blur; every fear and inhibition Alice had built up through the course of her life fell away in one heedless rush. She feasted on Eva’s slit for she knew not how long, plumbing the depths with her tongue, savoring the heady flavor of Eva’s nectar as the older woman quivered and moaned. 

Again, Alice would have been happy to stay where she was forever. But after awhile she felt hands on her hips, pulling her back, and gazed behind her to see Clio taking aim with a strap-on. This one was smaller than the one she’d worn the night before, for which Alice felt grateful. Even so, when she was penetrated Alice grunted like she’d been stabbed; it was both pleasurable and painful, and she gritted her teeth, willing herself to relax. 

It didn’t take her long to adjust. Soon she got into the swing of things, and though for the most part she was completely in the moment, with nary a thought in her head, just for a second she imagined that someone was watching from above as she was fucked from behind with her face buried in Eva’s pussy.

 * * *

Alice lost track of how many times she came, and she may have blacked out for a while; next thing she knew she was kneeling between Clio’s legs with Eva next to her. Again Clio was naked from the waist down, legs spread, smoking a cigarette. It was just like the scene of the night before, only this time Alice was part of it. Wrapping an arm around Alice’s shoulders, Eva grinned conspiratorially, and they went to work on Clio together.  

 

 

 

The Education of Alice, Pt. 1

Alice had just turned 18 when she arrived in New Orleans. She was both excited and nervous; this was a whole new world.

Hers had been a sheltered life and she was more than ready to start expanding her horizons. For years now she’d felt out of place in her hometown, which was conservative and religious, outwardly friendly but narrow-minded and a bit oppressive. And while her family had always loved her, she never felt they understood her.

Alice knew she was different. It had always been obvious that she was adopted: The rest of the family was blond and blue-eyed; she had dark hair and eyes. She was tall and willowy where they were short and plump. And while they were so pale as to be almost translucent, her skin was a unique shade combining gold, copper, and brown.

What’s more, she had been pretty sure for a long time that she liked girls instead of boys, and only grew more certain as time passed. From what she read and heard, she knew that this was no longer considered a big deal in most of the country. But in her town it would have been a scandal, and would have upset her parents, especially her father. So she kept it secret and concentrated on getting to college, where she could finally start being herself.

In the meantime she went out on a few dates with boys just for the sake of form, but they never got anywhere with her. That didn’t mean she wasn’t a sexual being. She masturbated frequently and had dabbled in watching lesbian porn, though she was careful not to get hooked on it. She was willing to wait for the real thing. 

Although her parents were suspicious of the big bad world outside their little bubble, Alice had convinced them to let her go to school anywhere she wanted, as long as she could pay for it. Her folks didn’t have much money and Alice was the youngest of seven kids, so she was pretty much on her own. Throughout high school she focused on her studies and on saving as much money as she could, working every job she could get — camp counseling, babysitting, housecleaning, yard work. 

As she began exploring colleges she slowly focused in on Tulane — New Orleans seemed like the exact opposite of where she was now. And in the end she was able to get enough of a scholarship that she could afford to go there. She and her mother went on a campus tour and though Alice could sense that her mother was not entirely comfortable with the place, in the end there was nothing she could really focus in on as a reason to be against it.

It helped that Alice had a relative there, though not a close one. This was Eva, the widow of Alice’s great-uncle Jack, her mother’s uncle. Jack had been the black sheep of the family, a businessman who traveled the world and accumulated a great deal of money, though it was somewhat unclear how. Everyone in Alice’s family had a story about Jack’s weird and wild ways, though his personal charm was such that they were always told affectionately.

Late in his life Jack had settled down in New Orleans and married Eva, who was considerably younger. Alice had attended the wedding and spending time with Eva — an absolutely stunning redhead with big green eyes and an absurdly curvaceous physique — had gone a long way towards quieting whatever remaining doubts Alice had about her orientation. By the time the wedding was over Alice had developed a powerful crush on Eva, who was smart and warm and funny in addition to being beautiful.

In the years since, Eva had often turned up in Alice’s nighttime reveries, despite her best efforts to the contrary. When Jack died her parents hadn’t wanted to pay for the kids to attend the funeral, so Alice was stuck at home. But later she saw a picture of Eva in a black veil, wearing a black dress that was tasteful and yet showed off lots of cleavage. Alice found herself masturbating repeatedly to that picture, feeling the kind of guilt that gives pleasure an extra little zing.

When they visited New Orleans, Alice’s mother had reached out to Eva — whom she viewed somewhat suspiciously, but not in a hostile way — but Eva was out of town at the time. They’d kept in touch, though, and when the time came, Eva had offered to host Alice for a while before school started. That way she’d be able to get acclimated to the city and ease into the school year.

Again Alice’s mother felt a slight unease about this idea, but in the end said OK. Her baby was going out into the world and would have to grow up sometime. After all, they’d raised her right, hadn’t they?

* * *

This was not Alice’s first time on an airplane, but it was her first time flying alone. After saying goodbye to her family, for a moment as she walked to the gate, she felt completely lost. The life she had known was over and an uncharted future stretched out before her.

But once she was actually on the plane, and felt the thrilling whoosh of takeoff, she get a powerful sense of freedom and exhilaration. She was finally going to start living her life the way she wanted to.

* * *

After landing, as she walked into the bustling New Orleans airport — a far cry from her hometown’s little one-gate outpost — Alice again felt apprehensive. For a minute she just stood and looked around, unsure where to go and what to do. But then she figured out how to get to baggage claim, and as she approached she saw a magnificent head of auburn-red hair, and her heart skipped a beat.

Eva was still looking the other way as Alice came up behind her, and Alice found her eyes inexorably drawn to the older woman’s rear end, which was gorgeously framed in a skintight magenta skirt. Then Eva turned and, recognizing Alice, lit up in a big smile. She seemed, somehow, even more beautiful than Alice remembered: Her big green eyes were bigger  and greener, her hair was a richer, more lustrous shade of copper, her pillowy lips looked plumper.

A glint of light caught Eva’s diamond necklace, and suddenly Alice was looking down into her low-cut blouse, which displayed even more cleavage than the dress in the funeral picture. Aware that she was staring, she forced herself to look back up. She caught a hint of a knowing twinkle in Eva’s eyes, which made her start to blush; then next thing she knew she was being wrapped in a warm embrace, with those bountiful breasts pressing softly up against her own. Alice felt a tingle between her legs and knew her nipples were stiffening; fortunately it had been cold on the plane and she was wearing a big sweater.

Alice would gladly have stayed in Eva’s arms indefinitely, feeling the older woman’s sweet softness and smelling her delicious scent. And the hug did go on longer than Alice expected — her family wasn’t much for hugging — but eventually Eva pulled away, leaving one hand on Alice’s shoulder. “It’s so good to see you,” she said, and sounded like she meant it.

“It’s good to see you too,” Alice answered honestly. Being in Eva’s presence had made her feel, suddenly, that nothing could go wrong and that only good times were ahead.

* * *

Eva had inherited a big house in the Garden District from Uncle Jack, and the sun was just creeping down toward the horizon as they traversed the long, winding driveway. As she followed Eva up the stairs to the front porch, Alice was hypnotized by the sway of the older woman’s hips and derriere. She imagined reaching out with both hands and taking firm hold of those luscious cheeks; then she got self-conscious and felt herself blushing again. But Eva was checking the mail, oblivious to what was going on behind her.

The outside of the house had been amazing but Alice had barely noticed it. Now, in the relatively dim indoors, she found herself looking around goggle-eyed. It was like a palace in there, with high ceilings, opulent furnishings, and a veritable art museum on the walls.

Alice followed Eva down a long hallway to the back of the house, where the kitchen was. Someone with short, dark hair was sitting at the kitchen table facing away from them; from the back Alice couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. Then the head whirled around and Alice found herself looking into the palest, most piercing blue eyes she’d ever beheld. They seemed to look all the way inside you and see everything there was to see.

“This is Clio,” said Eva. Though her overall vibe was a little butch, Clio was definitely a woman, with perfect cheekbones and flawless alabaster skin. She was wearing a conservative business suit with pants, but under it all Alice got the sense of a slim but sensuous figure.

“Nice to meet you,” said Clio, holding out a hand. Alice took it; it was slim and delicate, but the grip was firm, even intimidating. For a moment Alice found herself speechless; something in that touch had sent an electric charge through her. 

“Excuse us for a second,” said Clio, pulling Eva aside. They conferred for a minute in hushed tones, after which Clio grabbed the laptop she’d been working on, and left the kitchen.

“Clio’s a bit of a workaholic,” said Eva by way of explanation. “But she’s good at what she does.”

Opening a door at the back of the kitchen, Eva ushered Alice outside and led her through the backyard — a huge, impeccably kept garden — to the guest house where she’d be staying. It was small but cozy, and Alice felt grateful to Eva for giving her such privacy.

Eva helped Alice move her luggage into the guest house, then sat her down in the kitchen and went to the refrigerator, where she pulled out some onions and a bottle of white wine. Popping the cork on the wine, Eva offered a glass to Alice, who hesitated. She didn’t drink much; she liked to be in control of herself. But if ever there was a time to cut loose, this was it. And of course it was difficult to say no to Eva.

Alice nodded, accepted the proferred glass, and took a small sip. It was delicious — a little tart, a little bubbly, a little sweet. She took another, slightly bigger, sip, and leaned back in her chair.

They talked and drank as Eva chopped onions, then garlic, then vegetables. Alice offered to help but Eva waved her off. “You traveled halfway across the country today. Just relax.”

Dinner was a fish stew in a spicy tomato sauce — not something Alice would have normally thought she’d like, but it was incredible. She had seconds and then thirds. Usually she would have been embarrassed to eat that way, but she was a little tipsy and the mood was festive; she got the feeling she wasn’t going to be judged here.

Clio joined them partway through the meal, and for awhile the mood turned more sober. Clio told a story about her work — which apparently had something to do with finance — that Alice didn’t quite follow, and Eva nodded sympathetically. 

As Eva served dessert Clio opened a bottle of red, pouring herself a tall glass and Eva a slightly smaller one. “Just a splash,” said Alice, wanting to keep her wits about her. Something about Clio put her a little on her guard, though as they sipped wine and ate cake Clio turned very congenial, asking Alice questions about herself and complimenting her on her courage for coming so far from home.

Alice found herself wondering what, exactly, the relationship between Eva and Clio was. They weren’t physically affectionate, but there definitely seemed to be an intimacy between them. Though she was titillated and curious, Alice decided not to pry; things would become clear soon enough.

Between the food, the wine, and a bit of jet lag, Alice started feeling drowsy soon after dinner. After a goodnight hug from Eva that left her all atingle — Clio had already left to send an email — she made her way to the guest house and barely managed to brush her teeth before falling into a deep sleep.

* * *

A few hours later Alice found herself awake again; her stomach was sensitive, and the rich food and wine had upset it. She knew from experience that the only thing that would settle it was bread, and there wasn’t any in the guest house; so, wrapping herself in the robe Eva had provided, she set out for the main house.

All the lights were out but nightlights provided enough illumination for her to find her way around. There was half a loaf of bread on the counter right where she remembered, and she gratefully tore off a hunk and began to chew.

Almost immediately her stomach began to feel better. She had just started to notice how absolutely quiet it was in the house when she heard a noise — a low moan — coming from some other room. Instinctively she took a couple of steps in that direction. A few seconds later she heard a muted “thwack” sound, followed by another moan. The voice was definitely female, throaty, and also a bit muted.

Drawn by an irresistible gravitational pull, Alice drifted toward the source of the sounds, which continued in a rhythmic pattern: thwack, moan, thwack, moan. 

Finally Alice found herself looking over a railing down into the spacious, bookshelf-lined room room that Eva had called the "library" in the brief tour she’d given Alice earlier, There were human figures down there, and Alice reflexively took a step back into the shadows, conscious of being somewhere she shouldn’t; but she was in the dark, whereas the library was lit — though dimly — by wall sconces.

In the faint light it took her a bit to figure out what she was seeing. Then her eyes began to adjust and the whole picture snapped into focus.

The moans were coming from Eva, who was on her knees, bent forward across an ottoman. She was naked, with her hands bound behind her back; her heavy breasts and flowing red hair hung down the side of the ottoman. Most of her face was hidden, but a red rubber ball protruded from her open mouth. Beside her stood Clio, wrapped from head to toe in black leather, holding a cane which now came down decisively on Eva’s rump.

Alice gasped, but fortunately any sound she made was drowned out by the report of the cane on Eva’s butt. This time Eva yelped instead of moaning; Alice saw her whole body tense, then relax.

Of course Alice knew that she was not supposed to be seeing this. She tried to tear herself away but she couldn’t. Instead she just stood there, utterly rapt, as the punishment continued.

After a few minutes Clio set the cane aside. Eva’s ass was glowing crimson, and her face was just glowing — despite what she had just gone through, she looked absolutely blissful. Alice wondered what was going on in her mind.

Clio’s hands reached down toward her crotch. There was a big bulge in her pants there; Alice had noted it subconsciously, but not really thought about it. Now Clio pulled the top of the pants forward then down, and a big blue strap-on popped out.

Alice knew what it was, but she’d never seen one in person before. She was impressed and a little frightened by its length and girth; her stomach tightened as she imagined what it was going to be used for. 

Going down on one knee, Clio popped the ball-gag out of Eva’s mouth and replaced it with the tip of the strap-on. As Clio brushed Eva’s hair back off her face, Alice saw her eyes for the first time. They were wide and bright, blazing with a look of awe, even reverence.

Clio began to push more of the dildo between Eva’s lips. Alice was amazed how much of it disappeared into her mouth before Clio reversed course and pulled most of the way out. Then with one thrust of her hips, Clio forcefully drove the strap-on home again.

Holding Eva’s head with both hands, Clio moved rhythmically in and out, in and out. Though occasionally Eva seemed on the point of gagging, she hardly made a sound — not that she had much choice with her mouth as full as it was.

Finally Clio pulled out, leaving a string of saliva hanging from Eva’s beestung lips. Clio stood up and for a long moment no one moved. Eva looked up doe-eyed, obviously eager for whatever was going to happen next, but unable to do anything about it. Clio stood there idly stroking the strap-on; she was looking vaguely in Alice’s direction, causing Alice to sink back a little more into the shadows. But her gaze was unfocused, her mind apparently elsewhere.

Again Alice remembered that she shouldn’t be there — she was spying, really, violating the privacy of her hostesses. But attempts to get her feet to take her away from there proved futile.

Now Clio walked around behind Eva and again sank to one knee. From her angle Alice couldn’t see the dildo push into Eva’s pussy. But she could see Eva’s eyes pop and she could hear the sounds coming from Eva’s mouth — loud, uninhibited moans modulating into howls. Clio gripped Eva’s hips and plunged into her all the way, drawing a piercing wail that echoed through the empty house.

Alice wondered what it felt like. She had had things inside her — vegetables, mostly, in experimental sessions when she was alone in the house — but never anything that big, and not with such force. Eva was trembling, grunting, pushing back against the penetration with all she could muster. And then an orgasm hit her, visibly; she went stiff and then limp. She panted like a dog as Clio ran one hand down her side and traced the curve of her hip. 

Then it started up again. This time when Eva came she let out a scream that Alice was sure she could have heard even out in the guest house. 

Clio gave Eva a minute to recover then resumed fucking her, now with slow, deliberate in-and-out motions. Alice saw one of Clio’s hands snake down between Eva’s legs; she couldn’t make out what it was doing there, but before long Eva was coming again, shuddering all over, a long, low animal noise issuing from her throat.

Finally Clio pulled out and stood back, the faux phallus dangling from her pelvis, gleaming now with Eva’s juices. Looking at Eva’s face Alice thought she had never seen a woman look so satisfied. Alice envied her and wondered if, someday, she might feel the way Eva felt now.

Clio untied Eva’s hands and she sat back on her heels, catching her breath. Then Clio took a step forward so the strap-on was right at Eva’s eye level; Eva obediently extended her tongue and began to lick her own secretions off the shaft.

“Nice and clean,” said Clio.

When the dildo had been laved to her satisfaction Clio unharnessed and set the apparatus aside. Walking over to a nearby overstuffed chair, Clio sat down, shook a cigarette out of the pack that was sitting there, and lit up. After taking a long puff and exhaling an impressive cloud of smoke, she carefully peeled her leather pants down and off, then sat back and slowly spread her legs.

Her pubic hair was a dark, neatly trimmed triangle; her pussy a bright, glistening pink. Alice found her mouth watering a little.

Eva began to knee-walk over to where Clio was, and in this position Alice got a good look at her bush for the first time. It was almost the same color as the hair on her head, maybe just a shade lighter. The curls down there grew thick and dense; Alice imagined nuzzling her nose into them and sighed.

Bending down at Clio’s feet, Eva kissed each one, then began moving up — ankles, calves, knees. She lavished attention on Clio’s inner thighs, and Clio opened her legs further to give better access, still puffing on her cigarette. Alice held her breath as Eva’s tongue finally arrived at the creamy center and slid between Clio’s pussy lips. 

Clio let out a little sigh but her face showed no expression; clearly she was used to being serviced this way and believed she deserved it. Only when she came did the hint of a smile cross her face; she sat all the way back in the chair, took a last drag on her cigarette, and stubbed it out in the nearby ashtray. 

Just then Clio tilted her head and seemed to look straight at Alice, whose heart began to pound, fearing she’d been caught. But Clio’s face showed no reaction and the moment passed.

Even so, Alice knew it was time to go. She tiptoed back into the hallway, through the kitchen, and back out into the night.