I arrive promptly near the bar, efficiently utilising D.A.I.S.Y. to find a secluded alley and leveraging my Earth Portal Creation ability.
I check my phone for a live feed from the bar. A lady is engaging with Ben, touching his chest and face while smiling warmly. Though she is blind, her demeanour is gentle and kind. She speaks to Ben, then leaves the bar.
I tuck my phone away and approach her as she steps away from the bar.
"May I offer you a ride somewhere, beautiful?" I say, wearing a friendly smile.
"Beautiful? Me? You must be mistaken, mister," she responds, a hint of discomfort in her voice.
"Oh, where are my manners," I say with a coy smile, stepping closer to gently take her hand in mine. "I am Lucas Watson. I don't usually do this, but seeing you just now, I felt compelled to introduce myself. May I know your name beautiful?"
"A-Alicia... Alicia Masters," she replies, her voice wavering slightly.
Alicia Masters, a blind and compassionate woman, who ultimately becomes the wife of Ben Grimm. Despite her inability to see him physically, she perceives his inner goodness and is drawn to it. In the comics, she even briefly dated the Silver Surfer, evoking emotions that the Surfer had long buried.
However, these are all alternate possibilities that could have unfolded, but now they will remain just that... mere possibilities.
I lower my head and kiss the back of her hand. "Alicia, such a noble name for a kind soul like yours,"I compliment with a warm smile.
"Umm, Mr. Lucas, I... I don't know you," Alicia stammers, with her cheeks reddening.
"True, so may I have the chance to get to know a beautiful girl like you?" I ask eagerly.
"I... I'm not beautiful," she murmurs quietly.
"If only you could see yourself through my eyes. You possess beauty not only on the outside but within as well," I reassure her earnestly.
"B-but you don't even know me. How can you say that?" Alicia counters, her brow furrowed.
"I have a unique gift; I can see into people's souls," I reply mysteriously. "And your soul, it's truly beautiful. That is why I had to come over and introduce myself."
"So, you have introduced yourself. Wh-what more do you want from me now?" she asks, her face growing even redder.
"I would love to know you better. Would you grant me some of your time?" I ask sincerely.
"I-I need to get home; there's a parcel arriving for my step-father, and he won't be back until tomorrow. I need to be there to receive it," she explains hastily, her expression apologetic.
"Then allow me to escort you home. I would hate for our first meeting to end so quickly," I say, gently squeezing her hand.
"Al-Alright," Alicia agrees, a shy smile playing on her lips.
"Excellent!" I beam, holding her hand as I stand beside her. "Where to, beautiful?"
"Just call me Alicia," she says, a bit awkwardly. "We need to head straight from here."
As we walk together, we begin to chat. "Tell me about yourself, Alicia. How old are you? What do you do? Do you have a boyfriend?"
Alicia seems surprised by my rapid fire questions, but still replies,"I am a simple girl, 20 years old. I sculpt statues and pottery—actually, I am the only blind sculptor in the city," she states proudly. "A-and no, I don't have a boyfriend," she adds, blushing slightly.
"Wonderful," I exclaim, smiling broadly. "I mean, both about being a sculptor and not having a boyfriend."
She blushes hearing my reply,"Now tell me about yourself... Lucas Watson. You seem like a good person, and very h-handsome too," Alicia says, turning her face towards me as her cheeks redden.
"You can tell that just from my voice?" I ask, genuinely surprised.
"It is a woman's intuition—you could even say that it is my unique gift," she chuckles proudly.
I smile feeling amused. I get lost in conversing with her and before I know it, we have arrived near her apartment.
"This is my apartment," she says as we both stop beneath the entrance of her building.
"May I escort you upstairs?" I suggest, gently holding her hand. "I just want to make sure you are safe navigating the stairs," I add shyly, a hint of concern in my voice.
"I go through these stairs daily," Alicia murmurs quietly, yet she agrees, "Alright."
As we reach her door, a courier boy ascends the stairs, a large parcel in hand addressed to her. I assist her with signing for it and carry the bulky package inside her apartment.
"What's in this box?" I ask, curious, as it felt a bit peculiar.
"I think it is just some clay from my step-father's hometown. He has a weird hobby of collecting it," she says with an awkward smile.
"See, it's good that I came along, otherwise how would you have managed such a heavy parcel?" I say with a playful smirk.
"The delivery guy would have helped," she counters as she folds her stick and places it on the table.
"How could a beautiful girl like you let a stranger into your home?" I ask, feigning shock.
"Then maybe I shouldn't have let you in either, Mr. Watson," she retorts with a chuckle.
"But I am not a stranger," I say, stepping closer and holding her hand more firmly. "Am I?" My voice deepens as I lean in closer to her face.
"Lucas," Alicia whispers, a shy expression on her face.
"You are so beautiful, Alicia," I murmur huskily.
"L-let me 'see' you, too," Alicia says, her cheeks tinted with a blush as she lifts her hand towards my face.
Her fingers trace my features gently—across my cheeks, down the bridge of my nose, over my forehead, along my ears, and around my chin. It is as though she is sketching an image of my face in her mind through her touch.
"I was right; you really are handsome, Lucas," she says with a smile, her hand drifting down to my neck.
As her hand ventures lower, I smoothly unbutton my shirt, revealing my bare skin.
Alicia's cheeks flush as her fingertips graze over my exposed chest and trace the lines of my abdomen, feeling the firmness of my muscles. Her breaths deepen, becoming more audible with each touch, I can feel her growing arousal as she explores the contours of my muscular physique.
Observing the flush spreading across her cheeks, I find myself unable to resist any longer. Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine.
She appears taken aback at first, feeling the warmth of my lips against hers, but she doesn't pull away. Slowly and tenderly, I explore the softness of her pink lips, savouring the taste. She stands there gingerly letting my tongue slide inside her mouth.
As my kiss deepens, she starts responding eagerly, her hands tracing the contours of my face as she presses her body against mine.
Eventually, I break the kiss, but she follows my mouth, her tongue peeking out, her breath slightly ragged.
"You taste like strawberries, Alicia," I remark with a smile.
"You taste good too," she murmurs, still lost in the haze of the moment. "I-It was my first kiss," she hastily adds, snapping out of her trance. "M-maybe we should wait for a while," she stammers, attempting to distance herself from my embrace, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment.
"Wait for what, Alicia?" I interject, refusing to release her hand. Drawing her closer, I assert, "I like you, Alicia, and I am an all-or-nothing kind of guy. Now that I know you like me too, I am not letting you go!" With determination, I pull her closer and kiss her once more.
This time, the kiss is anything but tame. It is fervent, hungry, as I passionately devour her delicate pink lips. My hands roam freely, seizing her tight little ass, pulling her firmly against me.
"Haa … Haaa" As we break the kiss, Alicia is left breathless, her cheeks flushed crimson, panting heavily from the intensity of the moment.
"Do you really… haa like me?" Alicia asks, her expression serious. "You are so handsome and from what you told me very rich too, I-I am just an ordinary blind girl," she says with a wry smile.
I take her hand and guide it downwards. "'See' and confirm it for yourself," I say, a smirk playing on my lips.
"Oh my!" she exclaims as she feels my hard dick through my jeans.
"Convinced now?" I ask, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"I-if this is a dream, then let a blind girl dream," she murmurs quietly, then kneels down in front of me. "I-I will have to 'see' it more closely," she says, proceeding to unhook my jeans and bring them down along with my underwear.
My cock springs out, smacking her hand.
She gingerly touches it with both her hands, starting from the tip to the base, exploring every inch of my shaft and even my balls, she touches everything gently. She then comes back to my erect cock and awkwardly begins to pump it.
"I-I have only read about a p-penis until now. This is my first time 'seeing' it. Can this thing really go inside? And isn't this way bigger than what I have read?" she asks aloud as she continues to pump my dick.
"For it to go inside, it will need to be lubricated," I say with heavy breaths, feeling quite good as her tiny hands rub my cock.
"You need to lick it, baby!"
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