My Optician (chapter 1)

One day last week, I went in to see my optician. I’d been scheduling and rescheduling it for months, really, but couldn’t remember why I kept avoiding it.1

As I stepped out of the cold and into the building, I was amazed by how quickly this place had changed, since I hadn’t been here in over two years and my doctor was someone entirely different. I realized: maybe that was why I didn’t come here, since I’d liked Dr. Kyle and found it unfair that he’d lost his job. Of course, I guess that was ok…since he was found with a lot of drugs, but he’d always seemed so nice.2

After doing the necessary things, I sat down in a comfy sofa across from a kid who didn’t look old enough for pants, much less glasses. Of course, my sister had been the same way—she started wearing glasses when she was five; I’d started wearing them when I was 16.3

I was the last patient for the day, barely able to squeeze in, too, and since I’d be busy all next week, I was glad that I was taking the time now. I’d never been one for “taking time” or “squeezing,” but I had to do what I had to do for my health.4

I sat back, crossed my legs, and started cleaning my glasses, waiting. I’d dressed rather warmly today: white turtleneck, black corduroy pants, and black leather boots. I’d never been one for leather, either, but my sister bought them for my birthday and kept whining that I didn’t use them enough—so I decided to shut her whining by wearing them. I hated whiners.5

I started flipping through a magazine when the kid left, obviously the second to last patient for the day. I tried to keep myself from looking at my watch, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been waiting for thirty minutes already, and when the kid left I waited even longer, so the minutes piled and piled until they reached an hour…6

Just as I thought this, I heard my name: “Ms. Jenny Crane?”7

I stood up and walked to a room where the optician was waiting for me…and then I realized why I’d been scheduling and rescheduling: she was hot, I was lesbian…and those two didn’t seem to mix all too well. I sat down in the chair, watching the doctor watch the nurse leave, fascinated. Dr. Kayla Monroe was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen: she had long legs that seemed as if she could make love standing up; sky blue eyes that seemed to see everything at once; blond hair holding snug in a ball; succulent lips; and, though she tried to conceal them, humongous breasts. I stared at her breasts, wondering what it would be like just to touch them…suck them…8

“So, Ms. Crane, you haven’t been back in a while…”9

I looked into her eyes. “No. I haven’t.”10

“Why?”11

“I didn’t feel as though I needed to.”12

“Well, why did you come here?”13

“I finally felt like I needed to.”14

She pulled the phoropter down over my eyes, and then walked over to turn off the light. I watched her walk; amazed that such a wiggle hadn’t been tamed before, and then saw that she did more than turn off the light: she locked the door. 15

I moved the phoropter away, “What are you doing?”16

“I’m going to show you a good time,” she said, raising her shirt. I realized for the first time that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Tell me: can you see these?”17

“Mmm…”18

I stood up, not being able to control myself, and went to her. I pushed her against the door, my lips snagging hers.19

“Fuck me.”20

“Are you sure?”21

“Everyone’s gone. I’ll be closing later,” she whispered, her hands sliding up my waist. I felt her fondle my breasts. “Just…one…good…fuck?”22

I didn’t know whether I should or not, so I started thinking. She shoved me away.23

“How could you? There’s only room for straights in this one horse town, is that it? I find someone who's not…and you have to think about sex?”24

“Sorry. It’s been a long time.”25

“Forget you! I’ll just get me a friggen dildo and stick it up my cunt if you have to think about sex! You know what…better yet…I’ll go straight. Men never think about sex.”26

“Men never think anyway.”27

We started laughing.28

“So, can we have sex now?”29

“No. You ruined the moment.”