Loni Meets His Future Wife
by Tony Lee Gomes
Loni, a legal secretary on the planet Vix, meets the big strong future lawyer who will make his dreams come true!


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Loni Meets His Future Wife

Apollonia -- his friends called him Loni -- Taormina was always interested in
politics and government, but of course, being a male on the planet Vix, in the
Gamma Lyrae IX star system, he had almost no chance of ever running for office
or becoming directly involved.

Nor did he ever have any dreams of running for office, as Loni was very
typically masculine and had absolutely no interest in having a career outside
the home, once he was married... and didn't think that men should have
careers, anyway. In other words, his views on the male role in society were
VERY mainstream for Vix, a world where about 85% of married men become
full-time househusbands.

But from a young age, Loni had a strong interest in politics and political
issues. He always had a belief in helping those "less fortunate". He believed
that the government should help those who were less fortunate, those who had
less money, those who had less opportunities, less power. Maybe it was because
Loni's genetic donors --- Vixans had genetic donors, not parents, because they
didn't have families -- were from Maluvia, one of the poorer original nations
of Vix. Maluvia was on the southern continent of Mesovista, and not as wealthy
as the original nations of the northern continent, Vista -- like Centercoast
and Sasteria. Of course, for the past hundred years, all of these "original
nations" were united under one global government -- the VPA, the Vixan
Planetary Authority. Nevertheless, was descended from the somewhat darker --
olive-skinned, to be exact -- people of Maluvia. In any event, Loni wished
that everything -- incomes, authority, power -- could be distributed a bit
better on Vix, between those who had more and those who had less. Was that too
much to dream about?

And he followed politics very closely. As he grew and entered his teens, he
had daydreams of maybe someday marrying a politician. He would be a political
husband. Maybe a role model for men all over Vix, of what a man could be, what
a man could dream about and become! The husband of a politician! And maybe,
just maybe -- maybe his wife would be able to change things for the better! To
help create a fairer, more equal world!

After high school, Loni worked at a succession of low-paying jobs in Commercy
for a few years. Then, at 23, he moved to Sidon City and became a legal
secretary for Dubonnet, Gifford & Shields, a big law firm in downtown Sidon
City. It was hard work, but he enjoyed it.

When he was 25, he first met Heather Joyner, who was a first-year summer
intern at the law firm. Heather -- her friends called her Heather -- had just
graduated from college, and now at 21 she was a law student at the top-rated
university on Vix. She was brilliant, funny, and had a rebellious, playful
personality. She loved to party and have fun, and she had played keyboards in
a rock band in college -- although music was only an occasional hobby for her,
not a real passion. She was also athletic, having played volleyball on her
university's team, the Skylarks.

Loni knew Heather was going places. And she was also gorgeous -- tall,
attractive: platinum blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Toned, athletic body
and long legs. Just what Loni liked. Just what he dreamed of!

They had a few dates at various fun places. They'd go after work, usually --
increasingly on Fridays. They would both still be wearing their office clothes
-- since it was Friday, Heather usually was wearing some version of the
"schoolgirl" outfit that was becoming more and more popular as casual wear for
students and career girls in their 20's. The schoolgirl look was patterned on
the uniforms girls in mostly "elite" Vixan schools wear, between the ages of 6
and 12 or 13.

This schoolgirl look paired some sort of plaid shorts or jumper -- the shorts
were quite short, but with loose pantlegs, with a neat collared shirt (usually
white, and short-sleeved), a little necktie, sometimes a vest, usually white
kneesocks, and some sort of flat-soled girls' shoes that were either black and
white "schoolgirl" style saddle shoes, or black patent leather "babydoll"
shoes, or even sometimes -- after work -- athletic trainers. These
"schoolgirl" outfits always exposed a lot of leg... Or if the girl was wearing
kneesocks, it exposed her thighs, at least. And usually the girl's hair was
tied up either in a ponytail or in two pigtails. Which Loni found adorable.

Really, the whole schoolgirl look was quite adorable and attractive, Loni
thought. It seemed almost cruelly designed to bring out men's natural
masculine nurturing instinct -- that hard-wired need of all Vixan men to take
care of their women. It was often said that a Vixan man sees a little girl
inside of his big, strong woman -- and he wants to take care of that little
girl, to the point of feeling, in a way, deeply sexually aroused, excited, and
satisfied by it.

Usually Heather's glossy platinum hair was cut in bob-style -- not too short,
almost shoulder length, and usually she wore it with a headband that matched
some aspect of her outfit -- the tie or vest or something. And most of the
time she wore her glasses.

They'd take the elevator to the rooftop parking lots of the Metroplex and get
into Heather's skycar and Loni would tell all her about some hip new nightclub
that he was dying to try, or some concert that he wanted to see. Heather would
listen to Loni tell about how hot the nightclub was, or how happenin' the
concert would be, how he loved this or that band, and she'd nod her head. Then
she'd turn on the controls of the skycar, they would illuminate in
orangey-gold and blue, and she'd and punch a few buttons on the computer
console -- the coordinates of their destination -- and tell Loni approximately
how long it would take for her to fly them there.

"Do you, like, know how to get there?" Loni would ask. After all, many of
these destinations were in faraway, unfamiliar parts of the planet. Heather's
skycar could go fast -- up to 1200 kilometers/hour. But still, some of these
places Loni thought of were... just so unusual, so distant!

Loni would look at her and brush his curly dark brown hair away from his bare
shoulder (he mainly wore one-shoulder tops, cut at an angle, baring a shoulder
completely on one side and almost completely on the other side, with a
spaghetti strap on that side). His tanned olive skin so smooth, his shoulders
pert and delicate and masculine... and he'd lightly scratch that bare shoulder
with the long, manicured fingernail of his third finger -- he'd just play with
it a little while and sort of tickle the soft, smooth, supple, tanned olive
skin there, just inside from the point of his shoulder bone. (He knew he had
nice shoulders and he loved how his skin had such an even tan -- exactly one
color everywhere, no lines or changes or marks, with the skin so soft and
supple...) He tended to also wear somewhat biggish earrings, and usually they
were round hoops in silver or gold -- not thick ones, but delicate -- though
fairly large in diameter, glinting from the sides of his face, with his curly
dark hair as the backdrop. Loni had an expressive face, the same olive tan.
And he had one slightly biggish, dark brown mole, a raised one, low on one
cheek closer to his jawline. About two years ago, he had grown out his
mustache. Not a big one, but just dramatic enough. Vixan men couldn't grow
beards, but mustaches were becoming quite popular among men of Loni's
generation.

Sitting in the passenger's seat of the skycar there in the parking lot, he'd
kind of linger there, look up into Heather's crystal blue eyes for a while.
He'd think fleetingly, "What does she think of me right now?" and answer his
internal question with something like, "She probably thinks I'm a ditz." It
occurred to him that he would just tell her he wanted to go someplace on the
planet, anyplace -- and then expect her to fly them there safely. And expect
her to do it fast, After all, he wanted to get on the dance floor as soon as
he could. He wanted to show off his big tall law student, dressed as she was
in that adorable schoolgirl's uniform, showing those long legs. It would
really be a night of fantasy for him, he'd feel so delicate and masculine
dancing with his big strapping girl. Maybe all the eyes in the nightclub would
secretly be on them, and people would be thinking he was so lucky to have such
a cute girl and they'd be wondering what this couple does in bed, what good
taste he had in girls and how passionate he must be with her when the lights
go out...

Then he'd cross one leg over the other, one big thigh over the other big
thigh, sheathed as they were in his clingy nylex dresspants, accentuating his
voluptuous curves. And he'd know she noticed him crossing his "thunder
thighs". And inside he'd think, "thunder thighs", and he'd wonder what she
thought of them, but then he thought, "These are my thighs, and I'm proud of
them!" And then he thought, "And I like them, I wouldn't want to be built any
other way. It wouldn't be fun to be with such a cute girl if I couldn't enjoy
being a man and having a man's body... How could I appreciate such a leggy
attractive blonde, a 6'3" volleyball player, an athlete, if I had a scrawny
little body, a body with wimpy little hips or no hips and no curves at all...?
Loni was indeed proud of his body, his typical Vixan male curves -- pert
shoulders, slender waist (always shown off in midriff-baring tops -- even at
work), and his broad, voluptuous hips and big Vixan male thighs and ass. Loni
was average height for a Vixan man -- between 5'5" and 5'6". His body had that
typical Vixan male "hourglass" shape, or more of a "pear" shape. And, like the
typical Vixan female, Heather was taller (Vixan females average about 6'0" or
6'1" tall), long-legged, athletic... with breasts (although Vixan female
breasts have no function - since there is no pregnancy, no natural childbirth,
and no nursing babies as on earth) and with typically female, slender hips and
a derriere more compact than that of the male.

So ... the body of the Vixan female was designed by GENEX to make her the
hunter, the warrior, the fighter, the protector, the athlete, the explorer,
the leader. The body of the Vixan male was designed by GENEX to ensure he
enjoyed his male passions and desires to the fullest extent. His body was
designed to be soft, to allow him to nurture and take care of his woman, and,
with its generous curves, it was designed to ensure that he could never be the
hunter, the warrior, the fighter, the athlete, the protector. A true Vixan
male could only be one thing: the servant of his woman - passionate and very
sexual - in fact, possessing a fiery passion more assertive than the female's
-- but in the end, naturally subservient to her by virtue of his biological
destiny. He is smaller (apart from his powerful hips), shorter, physically
weaker, and mentally, his brain is not wired for logic or reason as much as it
is for emotion and intuition.

And in the Vixan male-female dichotomy, the pairbond, the coupling -- by
virtue of their physical differences but also by the differences biologically
hard-wired into their brains -- it was natural for the male to be the
nurturer, the accommodating, and yes, even subservient little helpmate who
caters to his female, offering her the soft curves of his body, the desirous,
smoldering, passionate, emotional, intuitive and even sometimes irrational and
scatterbrained counterpoint to her female attributes -- her logical, rational,
and action-oriented thinking, her physical strength and agility, the superior
size and power of her physique, and the protection she provides to him by
virtue of being his female. That was the bargain between the sexes on Vix,
and, far from being a set of socially-induced stereotypes, it was the product
of GENEX's meticulous planning and irreversible genetic engineering. And it
worked.

On Vix and the associated worlds of Gamma Lyrae IX, the female sex is
dominant. Females are taller and stronger, and therefore, quite simply, the
female has had the role of natural leader thrust upon her. By virtue of their
brains which are far more capable of logical and rational thinking, analytical
thought, and mathematical ability, the females are the discoverers, the
inventors, the creators and masters of the technology. They design the space
cruisers, the orbital cities, the computer systems, the skycars, the
propulsion systems, the force fields, the communications networks, the
weapons, and the modern conveniences. And the men are the emotional sex, the
intuitive sex ... better adapted to reading people's emotions, moods, feelings
- and more in tune with their own, for good or for bad. On Vix, schools have
given up teaching the male of the species any mathematics beyond the most
basic arithmetic. Although men can excel in the softer sciences - psychology,
philosophy, appreciation of the arts - there is no role for males in the hard
sciences of engineering, computers, physics, or technology.

Loni thought about Heather and what she thought of his body. Even on a world
where men are curvaceous and have hips, hourglass figures - even on this
world, he knew he was a bit bigger than normal "down there". Of course, he had
a nice thin waist - perfect! So he was the true hourglass, he thought. On a
world where men were voluptuous "down there", he was even more voluptuous.
Well, so what? So what?

He hadn't even had sex with her yet at that point, he was just thinking about
how could he appreciate being with her. So, as he crossed those legs -- that
one thunder thigh over the other thunder thigh -- he considered something:

How could he feel like a man next to her if he wasn't built like a real Vixan
man, properly to handle a big tall gorgeous girl like that? An attractive girl
should respect male sexual desires, the power inherent in male sexuaiity. An
attractive girl should understand male power and male desires and if she
didn't, she should understand that she will know what it means at some point,
and how could she understand that if he were built like a little scrawny waif,
with a skinny little wimpy body? With no curves? He wasn't a wimp and he
wasn't a waif, obviously, and this girl Heather would of course know that or
it would dawn on her after she's seen enough of his body and his curves. And
his curves weren't going anywhere.

They were his to enjoy!

So, crossing one thigh -- thunder thigh or voluptuous thigh or whatever --
over the other, he felt proud, happy, and when he looked back at her and his
brown eyes met her blue eyes. With a voice command, he ordered the skycar's
stereo to turn on and play the latest album by the Cock Sockets, his favorite
band -- four cute girls -- Taylor Barnwell, Kim Cummings, Jenny Parkhurst, and
Maggy Lyons -- who played awesome, melodic music with soaring guitars and
infectious tunes. Loni mouthed the words to one of his favorite songs. As he
did, he rocked the leg on top and wiggled his bare toes, which poked out from
the wide hem, billowing hem of his dresspants. He was wearing high-heeled
strappy sandals with sleek, 12 centimeter stiletto heels. Not platform sandals
-- he hated platforms -- but just really nice, sophisticated strappy heeled
sandals -- his favorite to wear with nylex dresspants, which hugged his curves
around his hips and thighs and ass, but billowed after that, falling straight
down from his curves to flutter around his legs, stopping about 3 inches from
the ground so that his bare toes poked out when he walked. He loved
dresspants! And nylex was the best fabric for them, a super-popular material -
only worn by men on Vix, because of its delicacy - that could cling lovingly
to a man's curves like a second skin (over his jockstring panties - basically
a lacy g-string that held his penis with straps going over the hips and
joining in the crack of his ass) ... but nylex was also something that could
flutter and billow ever so delicately - and that's what the ultra-wide legs of
dresspants did around most of a man's legs. No, there's nothing rough or thick
or drab about a Vixan man's nylex dresspants. They're elegant and sexy and
show off a man's every curve. The delicate fabric billows around his legs and
makes him feel delicate - like a true man!

And anyway, Loni did show off his slim midsection - his midriff was almost
always bare, usually a swatch of between 3 and 4 inches, showing his navel.
Showing one's navel was considered de rigueur for the Vixan man these days,
even at work, and if the man had his navel pierced with a nice ring, so much
the better. Wispy, delicate fabrics like nylex, bare midriffs, and all those
sleek high heels - all those stilettos -- these were some of the exclusive
prerogatives of being a Vixan male!

So he rocked his leg in time to the catchy tune by the Cock Sockets, in an
ostentatious way. Just then he saw something on the black carpeted front wall
of the skycar cabin, underneath the dashboard, and in front of his seat. It
was a small rectangular panel, illuminated in blue light, about 5 centimeters
wide by 2 centimeters high. With the top leg, the one that he was rocking, he
pointed with his bare toes at the little blue panel.

"Hey, uh, big girl? What is that thing?"

"What thing?" she said. She was touching some controls on the dashboard,
trying to concentrate on her pre-flight navigation programs.

"This thing down here," He pointed at the light with one hand, then emphasized
it again by indicating it with his bare toes. He had her attention. About half
of his foot, in his sleek stiletto sandal, and most of the slender stiletto
heel, was visible.

"Should I touch it with my toe?" he asked.

"Oh, that's just the passenger-side Hive control. Go ahead, touch it."

"I won't get an electric shock, will I? I'm wearing sandals. My toes are
bare."

"No, you shouldn't get a shock."

Loni touched the panel with his toe and immediately, in front of the
passenger's seat, a three-dimensional Hive image faded into view -- the Hive
being the Holographic Interactive Video Environment. It was news station. The
volume was muted. He said, "Omni volume minimum", lowering the music to almost
nothing, too.

"Oh, that's cute. They put the Hive controls on the bottom, now?" He touched
the right side of the panel with one toe, and the image changed, moving to the
next channel, and the next one... He then touched it in the middle, and the
image dissolved.

"Oh, wow," Loni said. He still had her attention. "Hmmmmm..." He bent over,
down toward his shoe, and lifted the wide, delicate pantleg to show most of
his foot, in its sleek, strappy sandals. He adjusted one of the sandal straps.

"Oh well... Hey, Heather, sweetie, what do you think of these shoes?" he
asked, nonchalantly. He tilted his foot a bit back and forth, just subtly, to
show off the sleek lines of the shoe and the high, slender heel.

"They're nice!" she said, politely, trying to divide her attention between her
dashboard computer and Loni's shoe.

"Got them for 155 at the Metroplex Gamma Mall. Like them?"

"Sure."

"Oh, what am I asking you for? You're just a girl, what do you know about
men's shoes?" His voice drifted off. "Girls don't know shit about men's shoes,
men's clothes ... "

He shifted his gaze to her shoes.

"Your shoes are cute, though", he remarked, offhandedly. He looked at her
shoes, which were black and white saddle shoes, with flat heels of course,
since she's a girl. Vixans call this popular women's shoe style "schoolgirl"
shoes.

"Quite adorable!" Loni said. "Very female! They look like you could even run
around and play games in those things, play... sports."

"OK," she said. "It looks like the trip to this place you want to go, Club
Aetheria, in Wyndome City, will be about 3 hours, 15 minutes, if we're flying
at an average speed of... 850 kph."

"Have you ever played sports in those shoes, Heather? Like basketball or
volleyball?"

"In these shoes? Not much, since they're not athletic shoes. Why would I?"

"But they're so cute and girly. Very feminine. I like shoes a girl can run
around in, run and jump and be a girl!"

He lifted one leg and moved it over the other, putting his right foot close to
hers. Then he touched her shoe with his bare toes.

"Girly shoes are so dreamy. You know what?"

"What?"

"Girly shoes make men hot!" He was looking straight at her, with a serious
expression.

She smiled. "They do?"

"Sure they do. Girls' shoes let girls do girl things. Like run around and
jump, and play sports!"

He ran his bare toe up and down the contour of her shoe, its flat heel.

"Girls' shoes are flat, so girls can do what comes naturally to girls, so you
can run and jump around and play!" He giggled sweetly, still running his toe
up and down her shoe, now harder, so she could feel it through the leather.

"And men's shoes are like this" -- he tilted his foot so she could see the
shape of the shoe and its high, sleek stiletto heel. He reached down now, and
pointed to the heel with one finger, and ran that finger slowly up and down
the heel. "Men's shoes are... like this because ..." He spoke softly, slowly,
gazing rapturously into her blue eyes.

He touched her bare upper arm, then grabbed her around the bicep. She felt the
scratch of his long nails.

"...because we're just men." He spoke very softly, sweetly, rocked his head a
bit while talking. "And we enjoy being... just...men!" He gripped her arm
tighter.

"And when we know what we want, we don't play games!" he said. He was
caressing her arm, grasping it, scratching at it with his long fingernails.
"Mmmm ... Pretty muscles!"

And he lowered his head way down and cocked it at an odd angle, shook his hair
back a bit and shrugged his bare shoulder ever so slightly. He looked up at
Heather and said, in his sweetest tone of voice:

"OK, babydoll. You're in control, so I want you to rocket us out of here!" He
dug his slender heel into the top of her shoe, and twisted it playfully. She
winced just slightly at the sensation. "Ha ha" he giggled.

"Come on, big girl. Make it go fast and get us there soon!"

Heather turned on the engine and the skycar lifted into the air.

Loni knew the night was young, and they were just beginning ... .