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.