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.
The queen huffed and exasperated breath. “Do you even know what a gardener is?”
Yes, Alice thought. I’m getting to know his tongue very well.
The gardener discovered her nub and licked around it, in the most luscious way, taking his time to make luxurious circles. Alice quivered.
“Yes.” Alice sighed. That was the spot. Her juices dripped down to her knees.
“Well then.” The queen over-enunciated her words. “Since you know what a gardener is. Then maybe. You can tell me. If you’ve seen. The gardener.”
Round and round her clit with hot, slick licks, the gardener painted Alice.
“The gardener?” Alice moaned.
She couldn’t believe she had an entire unsuspecting audience watch her as she was being tasted, and turned on in most delightful way.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake! Do you or do you not know where the gardener is?!”
His tongue moved away from her nub and pushed his so clever tongue inside of her. Her whole body flushed as he slipped into her, caressing all around her inner walls.
“Oh!” Alice cried, her body trembling. Never in all her years… the thought faded as her body heated.
“You’re a strange bird,” the queen said. “But your face has good color.”
The queen turned to a soldier beside her. “Invite her to my croquet game.”
Alice’s body flushed hot. The gardener kept up his tongue twirling. She worked hard to stay still. She wanted to pump on his tongue. She wanted him to put a warm smart finger inside her ass. She was close to climax. A well-placed finger would get her there for sure. She wanted to squirm. She wanted more and she knew what she wanted. Heat pulsed through her and she held herself still.
The soldier spoke. She heard him through her heat.
“You, Alice, are hereby invited to join the queen in a game of croquet. Please follow us.”
The processional marched past her. Alice didn’t want to move, not yet.
Alice felt the tongue slip out, and a finger reposition her underwear. Alice sighed. The gardener came out from under her dress.
“Thank you for saving me,” he said. “I am truly grateful. Oh, and I painted your rose red.”
"I know." She took a deep breath and blew out to relieve some of the tension.
"Are you alright, Alice?"
Alice giggled at the way he didn’t seem to realize how she’d felt his every lick.
“You better join the processional to the queen’s croquet game, now. Goodbye!” And off went the flat gardener with his talented tongue.
Alice sighed again.
It was time to find a way back home. Who else but the queen would have the power to help Alice return home? Alice decided she should befriend the queen, and if that meant playing croquet with her, so be it.
Playing croquet with a queen! Alice relished the thought. My friends will be so jealous when they find out!
Chapter 19
Alice watched as all the soldiers of the processional had passed. Then came the villagers from the start of her adventure, those ridiculous naked men from the campfire and led by their elder. She joined behind them, hoping she wouldn’t be recognized as the woman who killed one of their men. One of them bumped into her.
She turned to whoever it was. “Pardon me.”
It was Rabbit. His eyes widened. “You!”
Alice raised her hands in innocence. “I swear it was an accident. I didn’t mean for any harm to come to him.”
“ ‘Any harm?’ ” Rabbit looked appalled. “ ‘Any harm?!’ You talk as if he experienced a hazard of some sort. You killed him! Are you saying his death was an unfortunate mishap? A bad day? Rotten luck? One too many black cats crossed his path? Walked under too many ladders, did he? His death was just one of his unpleasant memories? Didn’t throw enough salt over his shoulder? Is that it?”
“No! Of course not!” Alice’s gut clamped tight. “I feel awful about it.”
Rabbit looked at Alice. She could feel her eyes stinging. All at once it hit her. The denial. Her denial. She spent all this time running away, never acknowledging his death.
What did that say about her as a human being? Didn’t she realize how his friends could never see him again? Talk to him again? Enjoy his company? She shook her head to voice her heart-felt apology, but instead Rabbit startled her with his next words.
“Aw, don’t worry about it. He came back to life.”
“What?” She wiped away the wetness of her eyes.
“One of the villagers got careless. He knows the taboo against reciting cliches, similes, and metaphors. But when he looked at the smile on the dead man’s face, he said, ‘It’s like he’s still alive.’ So the dead man came back to life.”
Alice couldn’t believe it. “Wow! That’s great, right? Where is he now?”
“In his cottage. After he came back to life, he found some slippery jelly, locked himself in his cottage, and we haven’t seen him since.”
Slippery jelly? “But he’s okay? He’s still alive?”
“He’s fine. He seems to be making a lot of discoveries.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because everyone can hear him from inside his cottage saying, ‘Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!’ ”
Alice had the instant image of the man sliding a well-lubed hand up and down his cock. She smiled and bit on the tip of her finger to keep herself from revealing what she knew. But what mattered was that he was alive. The weight of her guilt lifted. She felt light, as if everything would be okay. Now she could go to the croquet game and fully enjoy herself like all the other players until she could find a way to get home.