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Simon
Part Two
Northern California is supposed to be where the girls are warmer, and Alana was almost too hot to handle. Simon found himself making love to her before they'd finished unpacking. Found himself.....because she initiated everything. She was a dominatrix of the first order, and he happily went along with her every whim. Their new abode was small and simple, over a video rental store, but it was central and had a great view. Before long she sent him shopping for groceries and he took his first trip, alone, into his new neighborhood, with his new "look". He actually expected funny looks, because he thought the glasses were very strong, but he received none. He did his shopping, took it home and was greeted very warmly by Alana as if he'd been away for months. She hardly took her eyes off him, as if she were drinking him in. Simon was in a state of bliss, but also total confusion. It just wasn't sinking in.
Alana went off to work the following morning and left him to himself, with requests to "make the place a bit more homely". As they only had a bed, his first thoughts were furniture. Wanting desperately to please her, but with only a limited amount of money, he spent all day, mainly in second-hand stores and cheap Asian import places, looking for items as offbeat and unusual as Alana. He must have succeeded because when she came home and saw what he'd bought, she immediately thrust him into a wicker chair and had her way with him, hurriedly, passionately. Simon thought it couldn't get any better than this. Later as they shared some wine, he found the courage to ask her what it was all about, why the whole glasses thing. But she didn't know.
"I'd tell you've if I could," she said, sighing, "but all I know is that I'm only turned on by men in glasses. Otherwise I'm sexually dead. There's just nothing there. Over time it's gotten worse too, and regular glasses just don't do it for me anymore, they have to be strong. Oh my God.....talking about it is making me horny again......"
And she unzipped his pants and reached in. As she slid her right hand up and down his erection, and her left hand along his glasses, he was beginning to develop the association himself.
And so the first few weeks of this odyssey went along like this, with Simon shopping all day while Alana worked, and her returning delightedly to him and their ever more exotic lovenest. When they were basically satisfied with how the place looked he learned to cook and paint and he spent his days in creative pusuits, counting the minutes until his crazy lover walked through the door. He found that he really liked wearing the thick, heavy glasses, and although it would have been simple enough to take the ensemble off during the day when he was in the house alone, he didn't. This was his new life, it was fantastic, and they were the lynchpin of it all.
They began to make friends. All "fringe" people, all fascinating, all very appropriate for Alana. Simon was being more adventurous with his clothes and hair, and was getting quite well known locally as a colorful character. Several people had asked him about his glasses, and enquired politely if he was unable to wear contacts, or if he'd ever thought of surgery, but he had affected an enigmatic smile, and would only reply simply, honestly "Alana loves my glasses."
Alana wasn't the only one. Among their new circle was a very quiet girl named Imogen who played the guitar. She often brought it along to gatherings at their apartment, and on one occasion left it behind. The following day she called to collect it when Simon was there alone.
He had just made coffee and offered some to her totally innocently. For the first time he had a proper conversation with Imogen, and found her utterly fascinating. She had an otherworldly air, and seemed to him almost fairylike. She spoke very quietly, but he found her not at all shy, just somehow.....mysterious.....but in a totally different way to Alana. Imogen gazed at Simon as if reading his mind, and she was reading it absolutely correctly. He didn't know what to do. He had totally committed himself to life with Alana but this fairy creature was sucking him in like a siren. Smiling oddly to himself about the ridiculousness of the myth that girls aren't attracted to guys in thick glasses, he found himself reaching across to her as she did so to him. With a total understanding betwen them he lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom, where he opened up her delicate blouse to find her breasts. Quite unlike Alana, pale and slight, she looked almost fragile, and he tried to float as he pushed himself slowly into her and she gasped with delight. To his utter pleasure she reached up and touched his glasses, but didn't try to remove them, she just seemed to want to feel the thickness of the lens, and her eyes danced with fascination as she found it to match the size of her finger.
"So thick," she whispered, and grinned mischievously.
He expected to feel guilty, but he didn't. He felt powerful. He even toyed with the idea of telling Alana, and hoping she'd say it was OK. He even fantasized about a threesome, but reality set in.....he knew Alana was fiercely jealous. He was her prize after all, her perfect specimen. Increasingly she showed him off to everyone as The Man, even though they both knew his look was a minority taste, it obviously wasn't totally outrageous. It had had the desired effect on Imogen after all. No, in fact, all things considered, Simon felt fantastic.
Somehow his guilty secret enhanced his arousal for Alana that night. For the first time ever in their relationship he made the first move. She seemed shocked, but not displeased. He loved the way she held the sides of his face so she could feel his glasses with both hands as he thrust into her, and as he did so he thought about what he had done to get to this place. It was freakish, yet beautiful because it worked. With his new-found confidence, his slight change of role in this pairing, they both reached a new record high as they came together.
And Simon thought "I want more."
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