The Guilded Lily Ch. 11: White Rabbit

Episode 11.

White Rabbit.

* * *

Alice Liddell.

It was a scorching day. I sat at the back of the lecture hall, staring out of the window. What would I give to be out in the fresh air, walking in the countryside?

The lecturer coughed and walked back to the whiteboard. He was trying to cover basic accounting and balance sheets. To be honest, my mother used more advanced accounting for the household bills, though she was an accountant.

She and my father, a lawyer, had wanted me to go into their careers, but I'd refused. My assertion that I wanted to study sustainable agriculture had lasted all of twenty seconds as they pointed out that it was their money that was paying for my education.

I'd settled on a degree course in Business Studies but, to be honest, it was driving me crazy. I was nearing the end of my second year and was maintaining a reasonable standard, but my heart wasn't in it.

It wouldn't be long now, only a week, until I could get away for the Summer, back to my grandparents' farm. I loved to be in the countryside, and the farm was my idea of heaven.

It was amazing how my mother had turned out to be a straight-laced accountant when my grandparents were basically hippies. My grandad, Charlie Dodgson, had inherited the place from his grandad, his own father was killed in a road accident when he was a teenager.

He'd married his girlfriend Alice, who I had been named after, and taken on the farm with the exuberance he exhibited in everything he did. I'd spent my Summers there all my life, and my dream was to run the place one day.

The lecture ended with me being only just awake, and I returned to my shared flat to tick another day off the calendar.

* * *

I arrived at the farm late on Saturday morning. Grandma met me at the door with an enormous hug.

"Lovely to see you, Alice, how's university?"

I grimaced. "I'm getting through it," I replied, "One more year and I'm a free agent."

"Do you know yet what you want to do?"

"No," I said, "But it won't be working in an office!"

"That's my girl," Grandma smiled.

"Where's grandad?"

"Trying to fix the fence on the top five acres, Daisy the cow keeps getting into the hay meadow."

"I'll drop my stuff in my room and go to help him," I said, "Does he have the quad bike?"

"No, you can take it, though," she smiled.

* * *

I throttled back and pulled the quad up next to grandad, killing the engine. I leapt off the bike and threw my arms around him.

"Grandad! How are you?"

"All the better for seeing you Allie," he smiled, using his pet name for me, "Come to give me a hand?"

"Yep, shall I staple up the wires while you run out the barbed wire?"

"That would be great," he said, wiping the sweat from his eyes.

Grandad, Charlie Dodgson, was sixty-five years old, still wore his hair in a ponytail, and was as fit as a fiddle. He claimed to have the same waist size he'd had at twenty-five, and still worked twelve hours a day, at least.

I stapled up the wires for him, then helped him strain the barbed wire, and stapled it too.

"That should keep that damned cow out," he laughed, "It's not as if she's starving, look at all this grass."

"You love her, really," I said. They say talk of the devil, and he's sure to appear. At that moment, Daisy wandered around the corner of the fence, inspecting the new section. She walked up to grandad and pushed her nose under his hand, demanding attention like a spoiled dog.

"Hello pest!" he said, scratching her behind the ear, "You leave this fence alone, you hear me?"

Daisy nosed at my hand, licking with her rough tongue. "Hello Daisy, do you want me to milk you tonight?" I asked.

Grandad smiled, "You can milk her all summer, she's always behaved better for you than she does for me."

We loaded the tools and spare wire into the box on the quad bike and headed back to the house, me driving and grandad perched on the back.

* * *

There were four of us for dinner that night, grandma and grandad, myself and my younger brother Lewis. He was 16, and was seldom seen without his x-box 360, and never outside of the house. Both my grandparents tried to get him to take an interest in farm life but to no avail. My older sister, Carol, seldom came to the farm any more. She'd followed our father into law and didn't leave London any more often than she had to.

After dinner, grandad read his book, while grandma and I sat and played gin rummy together. Lewis had to sit with his x-box.

"What will happen to the farm when you get too old to run it, Grandma?" I asked.

"Why? You want it?" she grinned.

"Really? Why would you think of me?"

"You tell me who else in this family gives a damn about the place."

"I suppose. What will you and grandad do?"

"We've been thinking about retiring someday and moving to the cottage, but we could never stand to sell the place."

"No," I said, "That would be awful. You know I'd love it here, but I'd never manage it on my own."

"Perhaps you'll meet a nice boy... or girl... then you'd be okay."

I stared at her.

"What?" She said, "You've had boyfriends, but I've seen the way you look at pretty girls, too. You're bisexual, aren't you?"

I smiled, "Nothing gets past you does it, Grandma?"

"I had girlfriends when I was your age. It was the swinging sixties, you know, free love and all that. I shared your grandad with another girl for a while before we married."

I looked at her dumbfounded. "Does mum know this?" I asked.

"No! and don't you tell her. She'd have a fit. I still wonder if your mother is a changeling sometimes."

I laughed.

Soon I got tired and headed to bed. I kissed my grandparents and headed off to the room I always used during my stays. Grandma even called it Alice's room.

I undressed and slipped, naked, between the cool cotton sheets. I'd slept naked when I stayed here since I was small. There was something about this place that brought me closer to nature, and sleeping in the buff seemed to fit in.

I lay in the dark, breathing in the scents of the place. The country smells, grandma's cooking, grandad's occasional 'hand-rolled' cigarette, clean linen, the flowers on the dressing table.

I relaxed, forgetting the pressures of university for the Summer. My hand slid down my belly, brushing through my little 'landing strip' of blonde hair, finding my damp slit.

I ran a finger between my labia, dipping into my dampness, teasing. Drawing a finger up, I circled my clit, bringing it to attention. I rubbed at my pussy, there was no hurry, no urgency, no flatmates to interrupt, no studying to do.

Speeding up, I dipped two fingers of my left hand into my tunnel as I strummed my clit. My hips rose off the bed, pushing my invading fingers deeper. I grunted as my juices dripped off my fingers and ran down my thigh.

I could feel it now, the warm throb at my core, getting stronger, rising. I squeaked as I pressed harder on my swollen clit, rubbing now rather than stroking. A third finger squeezed into my tight pussy as the orgasm crept up on me. I panted hard, my hips jerking, my fingers now a blur as I dropped into the abyss of ecstasy. "Mmmmaaaah!"

I came to, with my fingers still buried inside me. I groaned as I pulled them out, missing the delightful fullness. My fingers tasted of my girlie spending as I sucked them clean. I rolled onto my side, my hand cupping my kitty and soon drifted off to sleep.

* * *

I woke the next morning, still disoriented. Looking at my surroundings, I smiled, I was at the farm, my spiritual home. Climbing out of bed, I slipped on one of grandad's old tee-shirts and padded across the landing to the bathroom. I sat on the bowl to pee, planning what I'd do that day.

"Alice! Shut the bathroom door, will you!" cried my brother.

"No one bothers much with that here," I reminded him.

"Yeah, well it's gross. I don't want to see you piss."

I smiled, "People pay good money for that in London," I quipped, standing up and wiping with some toilet tissue.

"Urrgh! Grandma! Tell her not to be gross."

"There's nothing 'gross' about the human body young man. I don't know what your mother teaches you kids," she called from the kitchen.

I poked my tongue out at him and walked back to the bedroom, flashing my ass at him after I'd passed him.

"Bleagh!" he said.

* * *

I dressed and went downstairs, grandma had cooked bacon. "Do you want fried eggs?" she asked.

"Yes, please, two."

She dropped them into the pan. "How come you're so cool about your body and stuff when you have a younger brother and an older sister who baulk at taking their socks off in public?"

"I'm the rebel Grandma, hadn't you noticed! Carol's the one I have to live up to, I'm the one Lewis gets threatened with ending up like if he doesn't study hard enough."

"You'll find your own way, Alice, I've always known that. I talked to grandad last night. When you're ready, we'll let you take over the farm. Let us know when you can take it on."

I smiled. "That will be an incentive to find a strong boyfriend... or girlfriend then!"

Grandma giggled. "Why didn't your mother turn out like you Alice, you're so like I was at your age. You're always looking for another way to do things, always asking questions, always looking for answers."

"Mum's coming up today, isn't she?"

"Yes, arriving at about lunchtime, I think. Try not to get into a fight with her, she's only stopping a few days."

I agreed and went to milk Daisy and help grandad feed the pigs and chickens.

* * *

Mum arrived after noon. Like my sister, she never got her hands dirty at the farm. She kissed my cheek. "How is university, Alice?"

"I'm coping with it. Only another year to go," I sighed.

"That's no attitude if you want to get a job with a suitable company after you qualify."

"Once I qualify," I said, "I'll be deciding where I work. You chose my degree, you won't be deciding my career."

"We helped you decide on a suitable degree course," she said.

"Sustainable agriculture?" I asked.

"That was never a viable proposition, Alice," she snapped.

"I rest my case."

Grandma called from the kitchen, "Alice, can you help grandad in the yard? I think he's struggling."

I walked through the kitchen. "She started it," I whispered.

"I know," she smiled, "Now escape while you can."

* * *

Grandad was not struggling, grandma made it up. I found him smoking one of his hand-rolled cigarettes in the greenhouse.

"Here's my Allie," he smiled, "You look stressed."

"Mother!" I sighed.

"Want a hit of this?" he said, passing me the 'herbal tobacco cigarette'.

"I inhaled and held the smoke in my lungs. I exhaled smiling. I took another draw and passed it back to grandad.

"Woah! Where d'you get this stuff?" I coughed.

"Friend of mine. Grows it himself. It's organic too!"

I laughed. "Why can't my mother be more like you and grandma?"

"I know," he smiled, "I don't know what we got wrong bringing her up. An accountant. Oh, the shame of it!"

We laughed together and talked about the farm and how I might take it over one day.

"You know not to tell you mother about this, don't you?" said grandad.

"That would be suicide," I grinned.

Back at the house, I changed into my blue bikini. It matched with my blonde hair and blue eyes, not that anyone would see it. I grabbed a towel. I had an annoying headache and thought a little sunbathing by the river would help.

"Where are you off to half-naked?" asked mother.

"I'm not half-naked," I said, "I only wore half of this in Brighton last Summer."

"You have no modesty," she exclaimed.

"I have no problem with my body," I smiled.

I reached for the cupboard where there were painkillers. "What's wrong," said mother.

"Headache."

"Here, take these," she said, reaching into her bag, "They're extra strength."

I swallowed the pills and set off for the river.

I lay in the sun, listening to the gentle babbling of the river. The headache was no better, so I had one of my summer treats. I reached into the left cup of my bikini top, pulling out a small square of paper with a smiley face on it. A rare treat, like grandad's herbal cigarettes, I liked to find a quiet place sometimes and pop an acid tab.

I tucked the tiny tab under my tongue and lay back on my towel. I relaxed and let my mind drift.

I must have dropped off to sleep. I woke up, disoriented, in time to see a giant white rabbit run behind the willow tree muttering "Oh, my ears and whiskers, I'm late."

"Nothing ventured," I thought, getting up to follow it.

"Where are you going?" I shouted. It turned and looked terrified as it jumped into an enormous hole in the ground. I followed to the edge of the hole, but lost my footing and fell.

Falling was an experience. It was like floating, only faster. I looked down and saw the ground rushing up to meet me. "Floating would be good right now," I said to myself. I slowed and landed gently on some grass.

I looked around, spotting a large mushroom. Sitting on top was a huge caterpillar, smoking a hookah pipe. I walked over. "Hello," I said.

"Hi," he said, "This is good shit, want a hit?"

"Is it organic? I asked.

"Of course," he said.

I drew on the pipe, choking on the thick sweet smoke. "Fuck, that's excellent stuff, right enough!"

"Do you like magic mushrooms?" he grinned.

"Never tried."

"Try this one," he said, pointing to the mushroom beneath him. "One side makes you bigger, the other makes you smaller."

I broke off a bit of the mushroom on my left and ate it. "I don't feel any taller or shorter," I said.

"Not your height, silly. Your tits!"

I looked down to see my bikini top straining under the size of my enormous tits. I took a mouthful from the right side and ate it. I checked and found that my bust had all but disappeared. My brother had bigger tits than this.

I nibbled back and forth between the two until I thought I'd got my size about right.

"That was fun," I said, "But I like my tits the size they are."

The caterpillar shrugged. "Suit yourself."

I wandered off past the house and found a pretty garden at the back. At a large table were seated a man in an enormous top hat, a hare and a dormouse.

"Come and join us," shouted the man, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Does it contain any narcotics?" I asked.

"Fuck knows," said the hare, "Do you want it or not?"

I was about to answer when the dormouse spoke up. "She is improperly dressed!"

"Shit, you're worse than my mother," I complained.

"Cake?" said the hare.

"I don't see any cake," I said.

"No, that's why I asked if you brought any," he explained slowly.

"Yeah, like I have some in my pockets, oh wait, I don't have pockets."

"Smartass," muttered the dormouse.

"She has a nice ass," said the man.

"Who are you?" I said.

"Hatter."

"Hello, Hatter, yes, I'd love a cup of tea. I'd change, but I don't seem to have a dress with me."

"Put that one on," he said, pointing to the back of a chair where a blue and white dress hung.

I turned my back, slipping off my bikini top and pulling the dress over my head. I turned.

"There," I said to the dormouse, "Happy now?"

It didn't answer as it was fast asleep.

"Wake the dormouse up," I said, "He wanted me properly dressed."

The hare poured a cup of milk and tipped it over the dormouse's head.

"What the fuck!" said the dormouse.

"Do you like the bloody dress?" asked Hatter.

"S'alright," said the rodent.

"Charmed, I'm sure," I muttered.

Hatter came and sat beside me. Without the ridiculous hat, he was attractive.

"Is that a gun in your pocket," I said, "Or are you pleased to see me."

He pulled out a.38 Magnum. "But I have a hard-on too," he said.

I reached for the front of his trousers, finding a slight lump there. "Let me see it," I said.

He unzipped his front and pulled out a four-inch dick. I tutted and shook my head.

"It's not too impressive, is it," I smiled, "Here, eat some of this mushroom."

He nibbled on it until I was satisfied that I could fit in what he now sported. I'd guess it was about seven inches.

"Do you want to fuck?" I said.

He took my hand and dragged me under the table, onto the grass. I felt his hot breath on me as he licked at my neck. He kissed me, drilling his tongue into my mouth, our tongues duelling.

I grabbed at his hard cock, pumping him with my hand. He pulled at my bikini briefs, tugging them off. His hand found my slit, and his fingers invaded me. I gasped as he finger-fucked me, his thumb brushing my clit.

I kissed him hard as his hand grabbed at the front of my dress, tearing the thin fabric. He groped for my breasts, rolling the engorged nipples between his thumb and finger.

"I want you in me," I said.

He lay on top of me, my legs spread. I gripped his stiff prick and guided him into my wet pussy.

He thrust into me, filling me.

"Mushroom," he muttered. I passed him the mushroom, and he nibbled a little more.

"Fuck, YES!" I groaned as he grew two inches in length and an inch in girth. "That's what I call full!"

He pumped his fungally enhanced cock into me, ramming my cervix with each thrust.

I bucked back against him, my pussy full to bursting with his member.

"Do it!" I cried, "Hard and fast."

He slammed into me as the beginnings of an orgasm started in my belly. I groaned as his hips became a blur of movement, pushing me over the edge. I screamed as his hot cum shoot into me, driving me to greater heights. Squealing as he drove in one last time, embedded to the hilt in my tight tunnel. I lay back, exhausted, and as my eyes closed, I heard the dormouse mutter, "Shut the fuck up, bitch!"

* * *

I woke up on the river bank, laying on my towel. I gathered my thoughts. Rabbit, caterpillar, hare, dormouse, Hatter. Hatter! Now that had been a glorious trip!

I looked down at myself. I appeared to be naked, my bikini discarded a few yards away. My pussy was wet and a little sore. I slipped my hand to my slit, finding something oozing from me. I scooped some up with my fingers. It looked like cum. I brought it to my mouth, it tasted like cum too. I sat up, inspecting myself. I couldn't help thinking my tits were a little bigger.

I slipped my bikini back on and picked up my towel. There on the grass was something blue. I picked it up, a pretty blue and white dress. The front of it was torn. Shame, it looked about my size.

* * *

I wandered back into the kitchen at the farmhouse. "Hi, Alice," said grandma, "How was your afternoon?" She glanced at my eyes, then looked again. "What are you on, girl?"

"Acid," I said.

She smiled, "Good trip?"

"I'm not sure it's over yet," I muttered, heading for my bedroom.

* * *

I got up later for dinner. Mother looked at my face and eyes. "Oh poor baby, is your head still bad?"

"Yeah Mum, I'm not sure where my head is today," I said. Grandma choked on something and had to be patted on the back.

I played Rummy with grandma again that evening while mum watched TV with grandad.

"Do you do a lot of acid?" asked grandma.

"No, perhaps twice a year. Are you worried?"

"No, I like the occasional trip myself," she smiled, "I remember my first trip, I was at the first Isle of Wight festival with your grandad. Jefferson Airplane was on stage, and Grace Slick was singing 'White Rabbit' when it kicked in. We made love for hours that day."

"Do you know, you never cease to amaze me, Grandma," I said, "But I think you're right about mum being a changeling."

We laughed together, and I wished this amazing woman had brought me up.

* * *

I was milking Daisy the following morning when a pleasant-looking lad wandered into the barn.

"Is Charlie about?" he asked.

"Grandad's in the garden," I said.

"You're Alice," he said.

"Have we met?" I asked. He looked familiar, not unlike the Hatter.

"You might not remember," he smiled, "We used to play together when we were six or seven,"

"The next place along the lane," I said, "You're Norman."

"That's me," he grinned, "Maybe you can help me, I need a 15/16 socket. I broke mine."

"I've nearly finished milking her," I said, "I'll look in the workshop."

We chatted while I finished milking, filtered the milk, and put it to cool.

"15/16 inch, was it?"

"Yeah, trying to fix the old Ford 4000 tractor. I need to mow the twenty-acre field as soon as the weather is fit."

"It'd be good today."

"Yeah, but it's supposed to rain tomorrow. I'm aiming for the middle of the week if I can fix the old girl."

I sorted through the sockets, finding the one he needed. "There you go, I'll tell grandad you have it."

"Would you think me sexist if I commented on a woman that even knows what a 15/16 socket is, let alone where to find one."

"No," I said, "I know I'm a rarity."

"Want to come to the pub with me tonight," he blurted.

I smiled to myself, "That would be nice Norman. Pick me up at about eight."

"Great," he smiled, "See you then."

* * *

Norman arrived sharp at eight. I could hear the old van coming up the track to the farmhouse.

He jumped out. "Sorry, it's the van," he said, "Dad's got the car tonight."

"I don't mind at all. Practical works for me."

I climbed in, and Norman shut the door for me. We drove to the village pub, finding a table outside.

"What would you like, Alice," he asked.

"What's their best cask ale?" I asked.

He smiled, "Wilbur's is good."

"I'll have a pint of that. Sorry, were you expecting me to have some girlie drink?"

"No, I'm impressed. Two pints of Wilbur's coming up."

We sat with our drinks, talking farming. Norman expected to inherit his father's farm, being an only son. He loved the country life but, like most small farmers, he was struggling to make money. We talked about diversifying, making the most of what we produced. Grandma and grandad's farm was a mixed farm, producing a little of everything. Norman and his father concentrated on lamb and beef, but again, on a small scale.

I told him I may take on the farm from my grandparents.

"Your business degree will be useful for you. Most farmers don't know about business, and most businessmen know damn all about farming."

I smiled. "That was not what my parents had in mind as a use for my degree," I said.

"Dad expects me to take on the farm. It's what I want too. Will you get a lot of grief from your parents if you take over from your grandparents?"

"You've no idea," I said, "It's as well I have my grandparents support."

We talked for ages, and I enjoyed his company. It had been months since I'd had a date, with either sex, and this was like a breath of fresh air to me. We walked back to the van at closing time, making the short drive back to the farm. We got out, and he walked me to the door.

"Coming in for a drink?" I asked.

"Thanks, but I'd better not, I said I'd check the cattle for dad, we've got two due to calve any day. Why don't you pop round tomorrow? I'll be in the workshop under the tractor."

"Okay, once I've milked Daisy, I'll come over."

Norman looked uncertain, "Was this the first date?" he asked.

"Yep," I grinned, "Which means you can kiss me, but it's too early for sex."

He stared at me, grinning. "I think I could get to like you in time," he said.

"Don't take too long," I said, stepping up to him and putting my arms on his shoulders.

His lips met mine. I'd expected a little force, but his kiss was soft and caring. I moulded my lips to his, slipping my tongue into his mouth, searching. He probed back, sliding past my lips. He tasted of beer and smelled of farming. I don't know how else to describe the scent that comes off of people who work with the land, crops and animals. My Grandad had it, and it was comforting.

He pulled back and smiled. "See you tomorrow?"

"Only if I get another kiss like that one," I smiled.

He winked and climbed into the old van, cranking the tired diesel engine to life. He waved and drove off, a smile on his face. I think I had one too!

"Did you have a nice evening with Norman?" asked my mother.

"Very nice thanks. They have some excellent beer at The Crown."

"Alice! Beer? Can you not drink something more ladylike?"

"Is he a good kisser?" said Grandma.

"Mother!" exclaimed my mum, "That's none of your business."

"Excellent, Grandma," I grinned, "I'll see him tomorrow."

"Another date?" asked mum.

"No, he'll need a hand fixing the tractor."

"How romantic," she quipped.

* * *

Norman was under the old Ford 4000 when I arrived the next morning. His father grinned at me. "Hello Alice, it's been a long time since I saw you."

"Hello, Mr Kirby. Yes, ten years or more."

"You come to watch him?"

"I think I'd better give him a hand."

"You'll get all mucky working on that old thing."

"Dirt never hurt anyone, my Grandma says," I joked.

"That's true enough," he smiled, heading back to the house.

I leant down, peering under the blue and white tractor. "Hi, Norman."

"Hi, Alice. Can you pass me a pair of Mole Grips?"

I handed him the tool and climbed under beside him to see what he was doing.

"The nut's rounded off. If I can get it off, I'll replace it."

"I'll hold the grips while you turn the bolt," I said.

Between us, we got it loose, and Norman slipped a bolt in and tightened up the new nut.

"There, that's done. I've fixed the charging, changed the fan belt, changed the oil and filter and rebuilt the hydraulic pump. It should be fit for the Summer now."

I kissed him on the cheek. "Clever man," I said, "Your dad would struggle without you."

We crawled out from under the old Ford and dusted ourselves down.

"Old Hazel calved last night, come and see the new calf," he said.

We walked to the big barn, and I took his hand. He squeezed it and looked at me. "I've never even brought a girl home, you know. It's a little strange holding your hand, knowing my dad and mum will see us."

"Sorry," I said, pulling my hand back.

"No," he said, retaking it. "I've never been able to talk to girls before, but last night, with you, I chatted all evening. You're different Alice, and I want to hold your hand."

I smiled at him, and he grinned back. "Getting to like me yet?"

"Yep!"

The calf was so cute! She'd been born in the early hours and was still unsteady on her feet.

"What's her name," I asked.

"Willow."

"Will you keep her, or will she be a beef animal?"

"If she turns out as good as her mother we'll keep her," he smiled, "Hazel's been a great cow, but she's getting old. Maybe one or two more calves and she'll be past it."

I smiled at the old cow, suckling her baby.

We went into the house for lunch with Norman's parents. His mother served stew and potatoes, with apple pie and custard after. I complimented her on the food.

"Got to feed the hungry workers," she said, "If your grandma's taught you, I don't doubt you could do as well as this."

"The stew," I smiled, "But my pastry's no match for yours."

She swelled with pride. "Another slice, Alice?"

I passed my plate for more of the delicious pie.

I was comfortable with these people. They were straightforward, hard-working and honest.

"Are you two dating?" asked his father.

"We've had one date," I said.

"Would you like another," said Norman blushing.

"Yes, please," I said.

"Shall I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?"

"No, you can take me for a pint, you don't need to be wasting your money," I smiled.

His father glanced at his mother, grinned and winked. "Sounds like you when we were courting."

* * *

My mother left the following day, taking Lewis, my brother, with her. He'd complained that the farm bored him and wanted to go back to Birmingham.

"Do you want me to get your father to ask around about jobs for you for next year?" she asked.

"No, I've got something in mind," I said.

"Oh, what?"

"I'll let you know if it happens," I teased.

She drove off, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Grandma had gone to town, so I set about preparing dinner for us.

* * *

I'd got the roast in the oven, and was peeling veg when grandma came home. We chatted as she put away the groceries.

"Is Norman coming over for dinner tonight?" she asked.

"I hadn't thought to ask him."

"Ring and see if he's free," she said, "I know they were waiting for a couple of cows to calve."

"Hazel calved last night, I saw the calf today."

I picked up the phone and dialled their number off the list on the wall.

"Hello."

"Hello, Mrs Kirby, it's Alice. Is Norman about?"

"He's in the yard, I'll give him a shout. Norman! Norman! Alice on the phone! He's coming, Alice."

"Hello, Alice?" Norman said.

"Hi. Grandma wondered if you'd like to join us for dinner tonight."

He covered the receiver and spoke to his mum. "Yes, that would be great. What time?"

"We'll eat about seven, come over when you're ready."

He promised to bring some beer with him and rang off. Grandma smiled. "Boyfriend coming over?"

"Yep. One date, Grandma, don't get your hopes up."

"He likes you, I reckon you like him," she giggled.

"We'll see," I said.

* * *

Norman arrived at six-thirty and endeared himself to grandad by bringing a couple of bottles of his favourite ale. Grandma fussed over him, so I left her to finish the dinner and sat on the bench at the back door with him. We drank our beers, and he held my hand.

"You getting used to this hand-holding thing?" I asked.

"Yes. Could get used to the kissing thing too," he said.

I leant over and planted my lips on his. His mouth latched onto me, and his tongue slipped between my lips. I moaned as his hand slid to my waist, stroking.

"If you can put that young man down for five minutes, dinner's ready," shouted grandma from the doorway. I blushed and took Norman by the hand into the kitchen where we took our seats.

Norman complimented grandma on her cooking, but she pointed to me. "Alice made it, thank her."

I gave him an evil smile. "You can thank me later," I said, winking.

He turned very red and took a long drink of his beer.

After dinner, Norman and I offered to wash the dishes. It seemed to involve a lot of brushing against one another. "Will you take me to bed tonight?" I smiled.

"How will we get past your grandparents?"

"Through the lounge and up the stairs?" I grinned.

"You want me to sneak back later?"

"No," I said. I walked to the lounge door. "Grandma, can Norman stay the night with me?"

He cringed.

"Of course dear, if you want him to. Do you need condoms?"

Norman looked ready to run out of the back door.

"No thanks Grandma, I'm on the pill."

I took his hand and led him through the lounge. He looked as if he wanted to die. Grandma smiled at him. "Have fun, you two."

Grandad winked at me.

We went up to my bedroom, and I shut the door. "I don't believe you came out and asked them," he whispered.

"They're very open-minded," I smiled, "I'd never have asked my mother that."

I stepped up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You can thank me for the lovely dinner now," I teased.

He kissed me -- a deep, searching kiss. I wrestled with his tongue, nibbled his lip and sucked gently on it. He groaned.

I unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders. His firm chest and muscular arms spoke of a life spent working hard. I ran my palm over his nipples. He grabbed the bottom of my sweater and lifted it. I raised my arms, and he pulled it free, dropping it on the floor. I reached behind me, unfastening my lacy white bra, then waited for him to ease it away from my body. My breasts swung free, chilly air hardening the pale pink tips.

He smiled at me and pressed me to him, my tits crushed to his chest as he kissed me hard. I moaned and slid my hand to his crotch, rubbing the large bulge in his jeans.

"Is this for me?" I asked.

"All yours if you want it."

I undid his jeans and pushed them down his legs. They dropped to the floor, and he kicked them aside. He felt for the fastening on my skirt, but I saved him the bother and slipped it over my hips, throwing it with the growing heap of discarded clothing.

I dropped to my knees, pulling his boxer shorts down and wrapping my hand around his stiff cock.

"Nice!" I smiled. It was long and very thick, I couldn't quite get my fingers around it.

He gasped when I licked the tip and slid a couple of inches of him into my mouth. I looked up at him, smiling around his thick shaft, he looked uncertain.

I pulled off him. "First blowjob?" I asked. He nodded. "Are you a virgin?"

"No," he said, "But I've only done it once."

"School girlfriend?" I asked.

"No. Older woman."

I smiled, "I won't ask. Do you know how to eat pussy?"

He shook his head.

I sat on the edge of the bed, slipping my panties off. I spread my legs, displaying my wet slit to him.

"Kneel down."

He knelt in front of me, and I pointed out my labia, my entrance and my stiff little clit. I let him explore with his tongue. I moaned when he hit the right spot. He learned fast.

Soon he was licking my slit, flicking over my clit, making my hips dance.

"Suck on my clit now Norman, flick it with your tongue," I begged.

He latched on and lapped at me until my hips rose off the bed and I squealed in ecstasy.

"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Oh... Oh... Oh... Mmmmaaah!

I writhed beneath him, pushing his head away as my clit got too sensitive.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

I grinned at him. "No lover, you did something right for a little too long." I slid up into the centre of the bed. "Now, come over here and fuck me."

He climbed on top of me, kissing me and caressing my breasts. I reached down for his hard prick, guiding him to my entrance. I placed the tip of his cock between my lips, and he thrust gently into me.

He pulled back and thrust again, burying himself balls deep in my sloppy pussy. We both groaned.

"So tight," he sighed.

"That's 'cos you're so fucking big!"

"Really?"

"Yes Norman, you're well above average," I grinned as he slid into me again.

He built up a steady rhythm, pounding my kitty, driving deep each time. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him as deep as possible. His tip grazed my cervix as he pumped me, driving me wild as I shuddered.

"I can't hold out for long, Alice," he warned.

"Just do it Norman, I'll catch you up."

My hand slipped down my belly, and I began frigging my clit as he growled and his cock swelled. The first jet of his cum blasted into me as my muscled tightened and I cried out my orgasm to the world. He flooded my pussy, his juice slopping out around his dick, squelching delightfully.

I giggled. "What?" he smiled.

"Sloppy sex," I laughed. "You've filled me so full."

We giggled together until his cock softened and he pulled out. He rolled on his back, and I cuddled up to him, wrapping my legs around his thigh, my head on his chest. I heard his breathing slow and soon knew he was asleep. I smiled to myself, closed my eyes, and dropped off too.

* * *

I woke to a soft mouth suckling on my right breast. "Morning Lover," I mumbled, "More sex?"

His mouth smiled around my nipple. "If you're offering," he grinned.

"Spoon behind me," I said, "I'm feeling lazy."

He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close, his cock slipping between my legs. I groaned as he slid along the outer lips of my pussy. He gently rubbed along my slit, his pre-cum lubricating our play. I rolled my hips back, presenting my needy cunt to him.

"Put it in me, Norman," I whispered, "Fuck me."

He grasped his hard shaft and aimed at my waiting hole, slipping into me as I gasped at the size of the intrusion. He worked back and forth, dipping deep in me, stretching my kitty with his big cock.

We ground together, his hips now moving in and out. I pushed back as he thrust, driving him further in me.

"Fuck me, Norman, I want to come all over your cock."

He speeded up, pumping harder, as I groaned.

"Let me get up," I said, "I want you doggie."

I pulled off of his hard dick, moaning at the loss of my toy. I knelt on the bed, and he lined up behind me. His dick touched my little star, and I tensed. "Not there," I giggled, "At least not 'til I know you better."

"I've never done that," he laughed.

"In my pussy, Big Boy."

He slid back into me, and I moaned at the lovely full sensation of his cock in me. He drew back and thrust deep.

"Fuck! You're big."

"Too much for you, babe? You want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare. Fuck me, stud."

He took me at my word and rammed into me from behind, I thrust back at him, grunting like an animal as he bottomed out in my dripping puss.

I shuddered as my muscles twitched and my belly tightened.

"Cumming!" I grunted, "Do it, stud."

My pussy tightened on him, and he groaned, "Me too."

His cock swelled in me as his cum shot deep into my tunnel. Pulse after pulse shot against my cervix as he filled me. I shook as I came, my eyes rolling back in my head, my butt crushing back against his hard shaft, taking every inch.

I collapsed forward onto the bed, and he followed me down, his dick still embedded in me as my peak passed, and my breathing slowed.

"Oh fuck Babe, I've never felt like that before in my life."

I smiled, "You'll want to do that again, sometime?"

He pulled his shrinking dick from me and rolled to the bed beside me. I turned over and cuddled up to him. I giggled and squirmed.

"What's wrong?"

"Your cum is trickling out of my pussy and running over my ass. It tickles."

I reached between my legs and scooped up the offending leak, bringing it to my mouth and sucking it off my fingers.

Norman grinned at me. I rolled on top of him and held his head in my hands, lowering my mouth to his. He frowned as I kissed him and thrust my tongue into his mouth.

"That's my cum you're making me taste."

"Mine too."

"Oh, okay," he said and came back for seconds.

* * *

We showered and dressed before going down to the kitchen. Grandma was cooking bacon and eggs for us.

"I heard the shower stop, so I guessed you wouldn't be too long," she smiled.

"Thanks, Grandma, I'll make some coffee."

Norman sat at the table, looking nervous. "I won't bite you, Norman," giggled grandma, "Unless you ask me to."

"Hands off," I grinned, "This one's mine."

We sat eating breakfast, chatting. Norman was still quiet.

"Norman. We slept together. We all know it. No-one will shout at you for giving me the best night of sex in a long time, so get over it."

He smiled at grandma. "I'm not used to an open-minded family," He said. "My folks are okay, but I'd never dare ask if Alice could stay the night."

"You might be surprised if you did," smiled grandma.

Norman went out to his van after breakfast, and I kissed him.

"Shall I come over after I've done my chores?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

He drove off.

* * *

I arrived at Burnt Ash Farm about eleven. I couldn't see Norman in the yard, so I went to the house and opened the back door. Norman's mum, Sheila, was at the sink.

"Come in, Alice. They're up at the top of the hill checking the calves. They'll be back in ten minutes. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes, thanks, Mrs Kirby."

"Call me Sheila," she smiled, "Now where did that son of mine spend the night?"

I blushed. "At my grandparents' house."

"Where at your grandparents' house?"

I looked up at her. "In my bed," I whispered.

"Did you have fun?" she giggled.

"You're not angry?"

"No! You're both adults, and it's about time that boy found himself a girlfriend."

"He's not a boy," I giggled.

"Well, you would know," she said winking.

"I asked Grandma if he could stay. Norman said he could never ask you that."

She whispered in my ear, and I grinned and nodded. The dogs started barking in the yard, and the family's van pulled up. Norman and his dad got out and came into the kitchen.

I pulled him into a hug and kissed him. He stiffened but kissed me back. "Hello stud," I whispered.

He blushed.

"I hear you've been taking advantage of innocent young girls," his mother scolded.

"I... We... I..."

Sheila punched him on the arm and grinned. "It's okay, Alice told me all about your sexual prowess."

The three of us burst out laughing. Norman turned beet red.

I hugged him. "We're kidding you. I told Sheila we shared a bed, that's all."

He smiled at last. "You're okay with that, Mum, Dad?"

His dad looked at him, sternly. "I'd worry if you turned her down."

We sat and drank tea, discussing the day's problems and jobs. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon working with Norman. There were lots of quick kisses.

I was returning to do my evening chores when Sheila shouted from the kitchen door.

"Join us for dinner tonight, Alice."

"Okay," I said, "I'll be back about six."

She waved, and I left for my grandparents'.

* * *

I got back to Burnt Ash Farm after six and went straight into the kitchen. Sheila was draining the potatoes.

"Grab a dish and carry it through for me, Alice," she smiled.

I took two veg dishes with me to the dining room. Norman stopped me on the way and gave me a quick kiss. We settled at the table and Sheila served a beautiful chicken dish.

"Is Charlie keeping that cow out of his hay now?" asked Norman's dad.

"Yes, she's behaving herself for a change. I think she was trying to get out last week 'cos she was bulling."

We talked about cattle for a bit, and I asked Sheila for the recipe for the chicken she'd served.

She scribbled it down, while I served up the meringue nests with fresh garden strawberries.

We sat in the lounge after dinner, drinking tea. Sheila smiled at me and winked.

"Sheila, is it okay if I stay the night with Norman?" I asked.

Norman blushed and sipped his tea.

"Of course Dear, do you need any condoms?" she replied.

Norman's tea came out of his nose.

* * *

That night, Norman experienced someone sucking him to orgasm for the first time. He experienced someone riding him cowgirl for the first time, and I felt him filling my tight little kitty with his cum for the third time. I don't think I'd ever had such satisfying sex in my life.

We woke the next morning, snuggled together, my legs wrapped around his. I kissed him and jumped out of bed to pee, returning with a sad face.

"No more sex for you today, Normie," I moaned.

"Oh, why?"

"Period started," I said, pulling on my panties, "I thought I'd be okay until tomorrow."

"We can still cuddle," he grinned.

"I can still give you a blowjob."

"No, I'll wait 'til it's finished, I like to make you cum too. How long do they last?"

"Three or four days. Want that cuddle now?" I said, leaping back into bed with him.

We snuggled up, kissing and stroking until it was time to get up. I grabbed a coffee before going home to take care of my chores.

Despite my menstruating, Norman insisted on sleeping with me most nights. We alternated between my bed and his.

By the end of the Summer, both his parents and my grandparents had accepted us as a couple. I told my parents nothing.

The time came for me to return to university. I'd been dreading the day. Norman and I had spent our last night in my bed. We didn't get much sleep!

We wandered down for a late breakfast. Norman's dad had told him not to come home early, but to see me off first.

"Hello, love birds!" said Grandma, "Bacon and eggs?"

We both said yes and sat out by the back door together.

"I will miss you, Norman. I should have told you sooner, but I've fallen in love with you."

He kissed me. "I've wanted to tell you the same thing, but I was scared I'd frighten you off! I love you too, Alice."

We kissed again. "I'll try to get back some weekends. We can catch up on sex then."

He smiled. "I'll wait for you, Alice. I don't want anyone else."

"Me neither. I'll be keeping this for you," I said, pulling his hand down between my legs.

Grandma came looking for us and spotted Norman's hand between my legs. "Didn't you two get enough sex last night?" she grumbled.

"I don't know how long it will have to last us, Grandma!" I giggled, as we sat for breakfast.

* * *

Norman dropped me at the station but didn't stay. Neither of us wanted to be the one blubbing on the platform. I waved as he drove away.

* * *

I settled back in with my flatmates. We were all doing different courses, so didn't see a lot of each other. The course work in my last year was much harder. I struggled to keep up and was stressed trying to get assignments and my dissertation written.

I got up to my grandparents' place a few times, but even that was stress. I didn't arrive until late Friday night and only wanted to sleep. I spent Saturday with Norman, and we slept together on Saturday night, then had to leave Sunday lunchtime to get back.

I worried about even getting a pass in my degree. I sat up late reading and woke early to prepare for my lectures. I coped, by relying on my friend LSD. The occasional trip had become weekly, then every other night. I know that it's not addictive, but I was relying on it, using larger doses to get a hit.

I got to know the campus dealers pretty well, even hanging out with them sometimes. William, the guy who got me acid, invited me to a party one weekend. He introduced me to his girlfriend, Wendy, who promised me there'd be some 'good stuff' at the party.

I arrived at the house, checking I'd got the address right. It was a squat, the house vandalised and derelict. I followed the music and found a crowd of people in a sizeable room at the centre of the building. Wendy saw me and waved. A pretty girl with long brunette hair, she had deep brown eyes and high cheekbones and was way too thin. She took my hand and dragged me to a side room which had a bed and a chest. We sat on the bed, and she smiled at me.

"I scored some stuff, you wanna try it?" she asked.

I assumed she'd got some acid, so I nodded.

Under the little bed, she found a tin box. She lifted the lid, and my heart stopped for a second.

She pulled out a syringe and a needle, a length of rubber strap, and a small vial. She wrapped the rubber around her upper arm and pulled it tight, slapping the inside of her elbow joint. She filled the syringe and peered at her arm. Satisfied she'd found a vein, she slid the needle under the skin, pushed the plunger in a little and drew it back. Blood flooded into the barrel of the syringe, and she smiled, pressing it home. She drew the needle out and pressed a tissue to the skin as she released the rubber band and sighed, smiling.

I stood on shaky legs and rushed out of the bedroom. I rushed through the party, scattering dancers, as I blundered to the door. I fled outside and vomited into a patch of weeds. I had never seen anything so fascinatingly nauseating. I knew that I'd got in way over my head. I could never inject myself, and if I got caught with this crowd, it could ruin my life.

I reached into my pocket, pulling out the last of my stash of acid. I threw them into the long grass, and got to my feet, walking away from the house.

* * *

Monday morning, I made an appointment to see a student counsellor. The lady I met was in her forties and looked kind.

I explained how stressful I was finding my course and told her I'd been using acid as a crutch to get me through. I told her about my brush with heroin the previous night.

"Was that a party on James Street?" she asked.

"Yes, why?"

"You must have got away in time. The police raided it and made twenty arrests for drug-related crimes."

I stared at her. "I was so lucky," I said.

She said she'd make me an appointment with a doctor, to talk about suitable prescription drugs to help with my stress, and asked me if I wanted to speak to a drug counsellor on campus. I agreed to both.

The doctor gave me some pills which would help me until I'd finished my course, and the counsellor helped me deal with my emotional dependency on the LSD.

After a couple of weeks, I felt better, coping with my workload without getting as stressed.

* * *

That next weekend, I got back to see Norman. He met me at the station and took me to my grandparents' house.

I was tired, but I needed him. "Stay with me, Norman," I said.

He smiled and took my bag, dragging me to my bedroom. We undressed and slipped into bed.

"Can we cuddle tonight?" I asked.

He pulled me close. "Go to sleep Alice. I love you."

"I love you too," I mumbled as I burrowed into his arms and fell asleep.

* * *

Next morning I woke to a very insistent tongue on my pussy. "Hello, Norman," I said, "Enjoying yourself?"

"Mm Hm," He muttered into my kitty.

I pulled him up to my level and kissed him, tasting my pussy on his lips. "Sorry about last night, Norman, I was so tired, but I wanted to be with you. I'm awake now, so why don't you fuck me!"

He rubbed his big cock against me wet slit, pushing the head into me, spreading me wide as he groaned in pleasure. I whimpered, "Fuck yes, that's what I need."

He worked his entire length into my sopping puss, then thrust into me.

I gave a small gasp each time he bottomed out, pushing my hips back at him, moaning my desire.

"Mmmh, fuck yes. Right there. So big, so deep."

He speeded up his attack on my tunnel, pounding me now. I pulled my knees up to my chest to get him deeper into my already crammed hole.

"I can't last, Alice!"

"Do it, Norman, fuck me hard, cum in me. Fill me!"

My talk sent him over the edge, and as he filled me with his juice, my muscles clenched, and I shuddered, wailing as my orgasm overtook me and my body juddered in ecstasy.

"Fuck, Alice, that was so good," he smiled.

We rolled over with me on top, his cock never leaving my puss. I lay out, full length, on top of him, gasping for breath.

"This is what I want. Not fucking university, not bloody stress. Just a good man and wonderful sex."

"Is it that bad?" he asked.

I told him about the course, the drugs, and the counselling I'd had. He winced when I described how I'd watched Wendy injecting.

"Promise me you'll never do that," he asked.

"Never. I couldn't."

* * *

We spent the Saturday together, working with the cattle at Burnt Ash Farm, before returning to my grandparents' farm, March Hare Farm, for dinner.

Grandma was worried about the problems the degree course was giving me. She asked if I wanted to give it up.

"I have to finish," I said, "Mum and dad will have kittens if I drop out now."

She smiled and nodded. "Your health is important too, Alice."

"I know," I said, "I'll try to get a pass, then I'm out of there. Can I come and live here when I get out of university?"

"If you want dear. You know you're always welcome."

* * *

The last semester was a nightmare. I worked and worked. I'd no idea how I was doing, I only did what I could.

I'd been back to the doctor, and he'd increased the dose of my prescription. Despite that, I was having a hard time sleeping and had developed an alarming shake in my hands.

I'd somehow handed in my last paper and finished my dissertation when it all came crashing down. I remember nothing, but they tell me they found me sitting in the student union, unresponsive, though conscious.

I woke up in a hospital. I was drugged up on something. My thoughts were like treacle, and I struggled to express myself at all. My mother was at my bedside.

"Hello, Alice."

I struggled. "Hello, Mum."

"How are you feeling?"

I laughed. "Like shit."

"Alice!"

"You asked. What's wrong with me?"

"They say you've had some kind of breakdown."

"The course work was too much for me," I explained.

"Nonsense. A clever girl like you. You'll be home in a couple of days."

I wasn't.

* * *

It took weeks to get me sorted out. My mind seemed to have got to the end of the semester and shut down. Mental exhaustion is, I guess, like blowing a fuse.

I decided not to go to my parents' house when I got out of the hospital, opting to share a flat with other people returning to their lives after health problems. I seemed to have little energy, managing a few hours a day before needing to rest. I'd have been useless at my grandparent's farm.

Norman came to visit for the weekend every few weeks and cheered me up no end with kisses, cuddles and great sex!

I got a volunteer post at the City Farm, helping to care for the animals a few hours each day. It was fun and allowed me to do something with my time while I recovered. I soon found a new friend there. Her name was Shelly Fraser.