Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (Second Book of the 50 Shades of Alice Trilogy)

Chapter 1
Looking Glass House
    One thing was certain, the
white
kitten had had nothing to do with it—it was the black kitten’s fault entirely. For Snowball had been having her face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering), so she
couldn’t
have had any hand in the mischief.
    Alice held up the sexy halter dress she’d been planning to wear to her first real college fraternity party and studied the large, ugly snag right at boob level. “You had to play with this, didn’t you?” she scolded Creampie, the black kitten.
    The kitten rolled around on her futon, as if he couldn’t care less, while the mother cat, Alice’s dear Felcher, finished with the white kitten’s bath.
    Alice threw the ruined dress onto the floor and eyed her naked body in the full length mirror. She’d heard horror stories about the freshman fifteen—those extra pounds co-eds famously put on in their first year at college from too much fast food and beer—and she was adamant about not letting that happen to her. But lately, she couldn’t seem to prevent stuffing her face with chocolate, causing most of her sexiest clothes to no longer fit, and that was all Lewis’s fault.
    She still couldn’t believe what she’d seen that morning after Lewis had stayed over. Alice had walked in the bathroom and—oh my dear—he’d been standing in front of the mirror wearing her frilliest, laciest, pinkest panties and stroking his stiff manhood through the silk.
    “Lewis! You’re gay?” had been the only words that she’d been able to push through her lips.
    Of course, he’d denied it, claiming he just found wearing pretty, girly things to be a turn-on. But she hadn’t believed it for a moment. Lewis—her Lewis—was obviously not interested in women other than their underwear, and so she’d broken up with him on the spot.
    Now weeks later, Alice was horny as she could possibly be, and her dear little mischievous kitten had ruined her chance to go to her first frat party and find some sexual release. There was even a good chance that Lewis would be there, and she could never have him see her looking fat in clothes that didn’t fit, whether he was gay or not.
    And all this because of a kitten.
    Alice took a deep breath and decided not to think about the cats anymore, because that would be frightfully boring to read about. But sex, on the other hand, was always fun, so with this in mind, dear reader, she peered into her underwear drawer, and rather than selecting a bra and panties, she dug out a long cylindrical device from underneath the underthings.
    The white rabbit.
    Alice ran a finger from the base of the device, over the two ear-like stimulators, and up to the firm yet flexible tip. She’d once been told that sex is only partly about friction and bodily fluids. The majority of it takes place in the mind. If she had nothing decent to wear to the party, so be it. She would find her release right here.
    Alice returned to the mirror and stared at her nakedness. Her breasts were full and high, being that she was only eighteen, and her nipples had already hardened into nubs, tingly with anticipation. She switched on the rabbit vibrator and began to circle each breast, the spiral growing tighter and tighter until the delicious pulsations caused her nipples to grow so erect and rigid, they cast shadows on the floor.
    What would the frat boys think if she showed up at their party with breasts bared and nipples protruding as if begging to be sucked and teased?
    What would Lewis think if she let the whole party of men fondle her?
    The prospect of all that male attention focused on her made a delicious throb start between her legs.
    Alice moved the head of the rabbit down, over her belly, tickling and teasing.
    Lewis had shaved her secret garden, and even though she hadn’t had sex since the breakup, Alice had kept it smooth, though she wasn’t certain why. Now she sat on the edge of the futon and opened her thighs wide in front of the mirror.
    Even though Lewis had seen her special place down there many times, Alice had never really had the occasion to look. Not completely. Not altogether. But now seeing herself spread open, she was somewhat fascinated with her delicate, pink folds, the shape of her clitoris, the deep mystery of her most private place.
    What if she went to the party bare from the waist down? Or best yet, totally naked? Would the frat boys touch her and lick her? Would