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Chapter 52
🕑 Added 2024-06-28 04:08:32 +0000 UTCYou arrive promptly near the bar, efficiently utilising D.A.I.S.Y. to find a secluded alley and leveraging your Earth Portal Creation ability.
You check your 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.
You tuck your phone away and approach her as she steps away from the bar.
"May I offer you a ride somewhere, beautiful?" You 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," you say with a coy smile, stepping closer to gently take her hand in yours. "I'm 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 he had long buried.
However, these are all alternate possibilities that could have unfolded, but now they will remain just that.
You lower your head and kiss the back of her hand. "Alicia, such a noble name for a kind soul like yours," you 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?" you 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," you 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," you reply mysteriously. "And your soul, it's truly beautiful. That's why I had to come over and introduce myself."
"So, you've 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?" you 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'd hate for our first meeting to end so quickly," you say, gently squeezing her hand.
"Al-Alright," Alicia agrees, a shy smile playing on her lips.
"Excellent!" You beam, holding her hand as you stand beside her. "Where to, beautiful?"
"Just call me Alicia," she says, a bit awkwardly. "We need to head straight from here."
As you walk together, you 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 your rapid fire questions, but still replies,"I'm a simple girl, 20 years old. I sculpt statues and pottery—actually, I'm the only blind sculptor in the city," she states proudly. "A-and no, I don't have a boyfriend," she adds, blushing slightly.
"Wonderful," you exclaim, smiling broadly. "I mean, both about being a sculptor and not having a boyfriend."
She blushes hearing your reply,"Now tell me about yourself, Lucas Watson. You seem like a good person, and very h-handsome too," Alicia says, turning her face toward you as her cheeks redden.
"You can tell that just from my voice?" you ask, genuinely surprised.
"It's a woman's intuition—you could say it's my unique gift," she chuckles proudly.
You smile feeling amused. You get lost in conversing with her and before you know it, you've arrived near her apartment.
"This is my apartment," she says as you both stop beneath the entrance of her building.
"May I escort you upstairs?" you suggest, gently holding her hand. "I just want to make sure you're safe navigating the stairs," you add shyly, a hint of concern in your voice.
"I navigate these stairs daily," Alicia murmurs quietly, yet she agrees, "Alright."
"What's in this box?" You ask, curious, as it felt a bit peculiar.
"I think it's 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?" you 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?" you ask, feigning shock.
"Then maybe I shouldn't have let you in either, Mr. Watson," she retorts with a chuckle.
"But I'm not a stranger," you say, stepping closer and holding her hand more firmly. "Am I?" Your voice deepens as you lean in closer to her face.
"Lucas," Alicia whispers, a shy expression on her face.
"You are so beautiful, Alicia," you murmur huskily.
"L-let me 'see' you, too," Alicia says, her cheeks tinted with a blush as she lifts her hand toward your face.
Her fingers trace your features gently—across your cheeks, down the bridge of your nose, over your forehead, along your ears, and around your chin. It's as though she's sketching an image of your 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 your neck.
As her hand ventures lower, you smoothly unbutton your shirt, revealing your bare skin.
Alicia's cheeks flush as her fingertips graze over your exposed chest and trace the lines of your abdomen, feeling the firmness of your muscles. Her breaths deepen, becoming more audible with each touch, a sign of her growing arousal as she explores the contours of your muscular physique.
Observing the flush spreading across her cheeks, you find yourself unable to resist any longer. Leaning in, you capture her lips with yours.
She appears taken aback at first, feeling the warmth of your lips against hers, but she doesn't pull away. Slowly and tenderly, you explore the softness of her pink lips, savouring the taste. She stands there gingerly letting your tongue slide inside her mouth.
As your kiss deepens, she responds eagerly, her hands tracing the contours of your face as she presses her body against yours.
Eventually, you break the kiss, and she follows your mouth, her tongue peeking out, her breath slightly ragged.
"You taste like strawberries, Alicia," you remark with a smile.
"You tasted 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 your embrace, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment.
"Wait for what, Alicia?" you interject, refusing to release her hand. Drawing her closer, you assert, "I like you, Alicia, and I'm an all-or-nothing kind of guy. Now that I know you like me too, I'm not letting you go!" With determination, you pull her closer and kiss her once more.
This time, the kiss is anything but tame. It's fervent, hungry, as you passionately devour her delicate pink lips. Your hands roam freely, seizing her tight little ass, pulling her firmly against you.
"Haa … Haaa" As you 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 rich too, I-I am just an ordinary blind girl," she says with a wry smile.
You take her hand and guide it downwards. "'See' and confirm it for yourself," you say, a smirk playing on your lips.
"Oh my!" she exclaims as she feels your hard dick through your jeans.
"Convinced now?" you 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 you. "I-I will have to 'see' it more closely," she says, proceeding to unhook your jeans and bring them down along with your underwear.
Your 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 your shaft and even your balls, she touches everything gently. She then comes back to your 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 your dick.
"For it to go inside, it will need to be lubricated," you say with a heavy breath, feeling her tiny hands rub your cock.
"You need to lick it, baby!"
