Alena found it by the rutted dirt road on the way to town, tossed into the woods by robbers, no doubt. The remnants of a dismantled carriage were all over the road. The mirror was unbroken, framed in delicately carved wood, and big enough that Alena could see her whole face in it. She’d never seen anything so fine in her life. It probably belonged to a wealthy woman, a lady who adorned herself with gemstone baubles in her ears and pearls around her neck. She probably smelled of roses and violets. Her mother had always warned her not to capitalize on the misfortune of others, bad luck it was, but she just had to have it. She stowed it in the woods, down a hidden trail under a tree, Alena’s secret tree. Mother wouldn’t find it there.
She’d always known she had a bit of magic. She knew that when she looked into the dark pond at the Shaver farm. Her reflection didn’t look like Jilly Shaver’s. Alena’s reflection winked when Alena didn’t. Her’s was alive, where Jilly’s was just a rippled shadow, a lifeless version of her friend. This mirror was the same. It reflected another Alena, just as lively, just as mischievous, but different somehow, wilder, rougher around the edges. The first chance she could sneak away from helping Mother, Alena ran down the forest path, her bare feet leaving soft thuds as she padded through the bushes.
Please be there! Please be there! She silently chanted, each word punctuating her determined steps.
Alena checked over her shoulder before ducking behind the thick undergrowth that hid her spot from the rest of the world. She found the mirror just as she’d left it, as bright as a polished diamond against the dim greens and browns of the forest. She held it up to her face, and her reflection smiled at her and silently laughed, her head tilting back, her teeth bared. Alena’s reflection winked again. It was so strange to see herself, so animated she could almost hear the sound of her own laugh echoing through the trees, but in this world, the only sounds were the birds singing their songs and the wind as it gently caressed the highest branches. She stayed and watched her reflection for as long as she dared, trying to make out what the Other her was trying to say, but Mother would miss her soon.
The mirror called to her while she did her daily chores, it sang to her while she slept, and she would often find time to visit her Other in the mirror. One day, Alena got a naughty idea, and she hiked up her skirts and stood over the mirror. She looked down and saw the pink cleft between her thighs for the first time. Her reflection showed her how to touch herself, how good it felt to rub her finger in circles around the sensitive nub nestled in the tangle of curly hair. Alena’s knees buckled, and she felt like she’d burst open like an under-ripe blueberry popping open between her teeth. The feeling rushed from her toes and she almost toppled over with the force of the sensation. Her Other smiled wickedly as she licked the juices from her fingers.
Alena had never kissed a boy before. She thought maybe her Other could help her, just as she’d showed her what that spot between her legs could do. She held the mirror up to her face, slowly bringing it closer until her lips touched the smooth glass, cold and lifeless. The kiss changed suddenly, she felt a softness, a wetness, and her eyes fluttered open, meeting the devilish eyes of her Other. Then the darkness overtook her and she fell. A cool wind brushed past her cheeks and dried the moist kiss left on her lips, and her stomach turned, somersaulting as she plummeted and spiraled through nothingness.
She landed with a thud so gentle, it took Alena by surprise. She thought she’d might be dead, but decided she was most certainly alive. She could still feel that achy tooth, and surly the dead wouldn’t be bothered with a sore tooth! Alena was cradled in a bed of flowers, the sweet scent or roses, lilies, violets and daisies surrounded her like a blanket, comforting and soothing her instantly. The dappled sunlight winked and blinked through the tree tops and the birdsong surrounded her in a chorus of harmonic melody. This was a magical place, and Alena felt at home.
Lulled into a peaceful trance, Alena was just about to fall asleep when she heard a rustling. A woman came through the bushes into the clearing. She was lithe, almost prowling as she walked, her naked skin glowed as if she were lit from within. Her almond shaped eyes were luminescent, golden like the sun. The woman smiled at Alena, her smile stretched wide like the waning moon. She was captivating, and Alena felt at ease in her presence.
The woman walked right up to where Alena lay in her bed of flowers and spoke to her in a language she couldn’t understand, her high pitched voice melted into the birdsong. The woman crouched down next to her, taking Alena’s hand in hers and kissing it, rubbing her face against it. Then she lifted Alena’s skirts, pawing her way up the girl’s calves, kneading her thighs until she reached that special spot her Other had showed her. The woman began to lick, like a cat cleaning cream from a bowl, her tongue rough like sand. She licked her thighs, slowly making her way to the cavern between Alena’s legs. The woman’s course tongue brushed at the soft skin there, parting her and delving deeper into the pink folds. Alena sighed and opened her legs wider, relaxing back into the flower bed.
The flowers began to move under her, poking and massaging her back side in time to the chirping birds, a rhythmic pulse that kept up with the woman’s tongue, all working together in harmony. They gently prodded her calves and her thighs, her rounded bottom and her lower back. They tickled at her fingertips and massaged her scalp with a velvet touch. Alena had never felt sensation like this, synchronized and attuned to her every wish. The woman would bring her close to explosion, Alena’s moans growing louder, her breath heaving from her chest before she would back off, nipping at her inner thigh or scratching her pointed nails down the backs of her legs before beginning again. Alena’s body danced to the sounds of the forest, twitching and writhing in pleasure as the woman took her. Her tongue teased at her deepest opening, lapping the juices that flowed from inside as if they gave her nourishment and she needed them for survival.
Alena’s body couldn’t take it any more. The woman’s talented tongue danced over the hardened nub in a way that she couldn’t replicate with her own fingers, the hot wet muscle knew every crevice to explore. Alena’s toes curled, her back arched into the pulsing flowers and she tipped over the edge, falling, floating on a breeze with millions of flower petals dancing around her. It was like being inside a dream, all the colors whooshing past her face as her body vibrated with pleasure.
Alena woke under her secret tree, the mirror still clutched in her hands. She was surrounded by thousands of flower petals, stuck to her hair and face, wedged between her bare toes and she could hear a faint echo of the enchanting melody sung by the birds in the Other world. She reached under her skirts and felt the slick wet heat between her thighs, still thundering like her heart. How long was she gone? The light in the clearing was fading and the night bugs had begun to take over the dwindling tune of the birds. Alena quickly hid the magic mirror and dashed out of the clearing on wobbly legs towards home. Mother would be very cross! In her haste, Alena didn’t notice the glowing yellow eyes of the cat, hidden carefully beneath a holly bush.
Part Two here!