Jewels

After a week at David's home there was no doubt in anyone's mind that we were an item. I adored his parents, and got the feeling it was mutual. There was a lot of whispering beteen them on Saturday, and at dinner Bill appeared to have something on his mind, and finally, he launched into a speech.

"As you all know, I have had some health problems recently, and we've decided to retire to our old stomping grounds. I've given it a lot of thought, and having seen how, David, you have grown into a man, I'd like you to consider taking over the business for me. "

There was a stunned silence. Clearly this had come as a surprise to David.

"I know you can do it David, especially now you have a good woman to support you. You know, of course, that you will have this house...it's yours to do as you wish, live here or sell it and buy something else, but there's room for two......"

David exchanged a strange look with his stepfather, then smiled and got up from the table. He returned quickly with a small box, and looked at Bill, who nodded, and Bill and Joan left us alone. I was totally lost.

Then David knelt on the floor beside me, and opened the box. It was a ring.

"I know if I was to do this properly, I'd ask your Father first, but I know you aren't close to your family, so I'm taking a chance that you won't mind.....Dana, will you marry me?"

If you've ever stood on a very high platform and looked down, that feeling is what went through me. Although I was sitting down I felt like I was going to faint, but I held it together. The rest of the world had flown away somewhere, all there was left in the universe was my man, looking up at me, his green eyes behind his thick glasses matching the emerald on the ring. I didn't have to think about it, I just had to make my mouth work. My throat was bone dry, but I managed a whisper, the best I could muster, and told him

"Yes!"

His face lit up, he put the ring on my finger, and kissed my hand. Chivalry, I decided, was NOT dead. I just threw my arms around his neck, and he stood up, scooping me up in his strong arms as he did so. We kissed, over and over, and smiled, and.......it was magic, pure magic. We were going to be together forever.

Bill and Joan returned with champagne, and apologies for knowing about it before I did. But I didn't mind. David had had a surprise too. At the age of 22 he was the owner of a very successful business, had his own home and a fianc�e who thought the sun shone from him. Well he deserved it. They talked business for over an hour, and I wasn't really listening, but I held his hand tight, and never flinched in my mock attention to these details.

"There's just one thing I do suggest" said Bill "Before I introduce you as my successor, get a haircut!"

"Not a chance" said David.

A few days later I was kissing him goodbye in a sharp business suit, as Bill took him for various legal formalities, and I went shopping with Joan. This was the pattern for a few weeks as she helped me prepare for a late summer wedding, and David got used to being a working man. What I had been putting off for so long had to be dealt with though, and when I had the place to myself one afternoon, I phone home. My brother answered the phone, and simply called to my Mom. Gee, I've missed you too Kyle. Mom sounded breezy enough.

"We expected you home by now, what's going on?"

"Well, a lot has happened, very quickly really. I'm getting married!"

There was total silence on the other end, and then a scream. I think she was excited.

"When?" she asked, then quickly "You're not pregnant, are you?"

"No! It is a bit sudden, I know, but there's no point waiting, I love him him Mom, he's my soulmate, I know this."

"But you're so young, what about jobs?"

"He has a great job, and we have somewhere to live, there's no problems. So we don't have any reason to wait. You will come, won't you?"

"Honey, you know we can't afford to come to California, or we would have visited you before - oh Dana, of course we WANT to come, but I don't see how we can?"

"Mom, we're paying."

Now all I could hear was crying. I knew why. My family had never had two cents to call their own, I'd got into college on a scholarship, and taken out a loan for the rest. And yes, I had blamed them. As far as I was concerned they were a bunch of losers, that may sound harsh, but that's how I saw it. They had dead-end jobs, no drive. They weren't bad people, but I wasn't exactly proud of them. That's why I'd gone to college, to be different. But, they were my folks, so I wanted them at my wedding.

My Dad came on the phone.

"My baby girl getting married? He's a lucky guy. What does he do?"

"He's running the family business"

"Well so do I!"

Not quite the same thing Dad. My Dad called himself an entrepreneur. Actually he bought and sold things, some of it not exactly legal, just like his father before him. He lost more than he made on most of his deals. He dressed like a gangster, talked as if he came from the Bronx, and paid cash for everything. He was going to stand out at a middle-class west coast wedding, but...he was my Dad. And Mom, Mom was a hairdresser........she came back on the line. She had calmed down.

"So what's he like, tall dark and handsome?"

"He's tall blond and handsome"

"Oh cute! Does he look like Brad Pitt?"

"Um, a bit, I guess. Better actually, yes..but.......Mom, he looks a bit different and I have to tell you now so that you can get over it before you get here, OK?"

"Not piercings and tattoos?"

"No!" I laughed, unsure if she was going to be relieved or not at what I was going to say, "he has really bad eyes Mom, he wears really thick glasses, like Dad would call coke bottles. It's Dad I'm worried about, I don't want him to try and be funny. It's not fair on David."

Silence. Then.

"Oh honey, don't WORRY! He can just wear contacts!"

"Um, no actually he can't. Look.....You're just going to have to get over it, OK? I'm relying on you here Mom, you're going to have to get Dad and Kyle to keep their thoughts to themselves. Threaten them if you have to. I'll send you a photo so they can laugh or do whatever they want to do, get it all out. Just remind them I love him."

Silence again.

"OK Dana, I understand. Trust me."

I didn't, but what else could I do. I'd warned them. I sent a photo of the two of us together the next morning, along with air tickets.

Three days later my Mom called me.

"Well honey, he is different, but you know what, I think he's cute."

I was stunned.

"Really? You're not just saying that to spare my feelings?"

"No, I mean it. And I showed him to the girls at work. They all said the same thing, hey if he has to wear them, he has to. He's still cute."

It meant a lot to me, for some reason. Why it mattered to me what other peple thought, I have no idea. It was me who was marrying him. Not that I could wait for that. When he came home at night all I could think of was getting him into bed. Joan and Bill were away at that point, due to come back for the wedding, so we did as we pleased. I never tired of his body. Sometimes I watched him working out, and sometimes, when I asked him, he worked out naked.

I did send wedding invitations to Helena and Rani, and a few other girls from college. To my surprise AND delight, they all said they were coming. Even Rani! All the way from India. We did a block booking at a nearby hotel for everyone, including my folks, and eventually the big day came. Keeping things traditional Bill took David to the same hotel the night before so that he wouldn't see me on the day before the ceremony. It was convenient for the church anyway, so no worries about Saturday traffic, and as my whirlwind summer came to its end the bells of Our Lady of the Sea rang out and we two became one.

Then back to OUR home where we entertained our guests on the clifftop. It was hard to tear myself away from him, but I was expected to mingle. My parents didn't show me up, although my brother did make a remark - to me - about David's glasses being bombproof. I told him David could take him, and he shut up. Everything went so well, the wind didn't blow too much, the food was good, no-one got too drunk, it was convivial and warm, and I was even pleased to see Rani. She congratulated me enthusiastically, and there was a real warmth in her hug.

"Well, you didn't listen to me, but you look very happy."

"I have to be honest Rani, I never understood what your problem was."

She looked at me, with that look, wiser than her years, and shook her head.

"You're so innocent Dana, but surely you realize by now, he has a fetish."

Him? I thought it was me?

"I'm sorry Rani, I don't......."

"Well, maybe I'm wrong then. Ignore me."

"No, say what you're thinking."

"He wears those glasses by choice Dana, he could have had surgery, he could at least minimize the look and feel by wearing high index lenses, but he revels in his weirdness."

"That's unkind Rani"

"Ask him. You're his wife now, you should have no secrets. Ask him. If I'm wrong, I apologize. Back in India I know of men who wear powerful contact lenses of the opposite strength to allow themselves to wear glasses that strong. They have a special fetish, they get off on their own look."

"David needs those glasses to see Rani, it's not cosmetic"

"No, so he has a head start, but.......don't listen to me, ask him"

And she kissed me, handed me a small gift, and went back to talk to the other college girls. It was a tiny Ganesh figure.

Eventually it was time to make our dramatic departure. We changed into traveling clothes, and got into the car to head for the airport. I had no idea where we were going, it was a surprise - all I knew was that I needed my passport. Two hours later I was on a flight to Greece, and falling asleep on the shoulder of my new husband.

The morning I awoke in our hotel room in Mykonos, I looked at David and felt like I was the luckiest woman alive. Outside was a breathtaking view too, but that could wait. I sat and watched him sleep until perhaps my watching him stirred him. Eventually he awoke, a few moments elapsed as he remembered where he was, and then, realizing I was there, he pulled me toward him so he could see me. I loved it when he did that. He pushed my hair out of my face, and kissed me.

"Hello Mrs Andersen"

He pulled the thin cover back, and flipped it over me. He lifted up my breasts, pulled them together and kissed them. I reached down and found his early morning greeting ready for me, so I straddled him and pushed myself hard onto it. Then, as I had taught myself to do, I took long slow strokes, pulling hard on my pelvic muscles to give him the most pleasure possible, yet make it last as long as I could. In this way we usually managed to climax together, and then I laid on top of him while he was still inside me, because I never wanted him to withdraw. But nothing lasts forever, and of course eventually we pulled apart and just took in the breeze from the window and the sound of each other breathing. Now seemed like a good time to ask him a few questions. I had demonstrated my undying love for him, promised it too, and I had a right to know my love's innermost desires.

I reached for his glasses and put them on him. He smiled.

"David, this is going to sound funny, but you'd better not hold back. I'm crazy about your glasses, but then....I don't have to wear them. I'm just enjoying them from the convenience of here. I want to know why you enjoy wearing them so much, when most people wouldn't."

"Ah, well, yes, that is hard to answer. I didn't always."

"I thought not"

"Well, I didn't mind them, I was never one of those kids who hated wearing glasses. I never had to suffer too many taunts really, compared to some. But I think, when I was very young, if you'd asked me if I like wearing them, I'd have said no."

"So when did you change your mind?"

"Well it was a girl actually, I was about 13 I guess, you know, puberty strikes and suddenly the opposite sex doesn't seem so revolting. And I'd discovered that this thing between my legs had a mind of its own......well, it was easily aroused by girls anyway, but I was kissing a girl at a school dance and she said she liked my glasses. And she touched them. I had to go outside, actually......I had to crawl behind a fence and jerk off. I've never forgotten that. I've forgotten her face, her name, but I remember the association. "

I laughed, remembering our first date and the movie theater.

"Oh I understand"

"You do?"

"Oh yes, well, in a way, but it is a bit different, I mean, I get turned on, HOPELESSLY turned on by your glasses, but are you saying you get turned on by them yourself"

"Not QUITE, I think what turns me on is other people's reaction, obviously in my teens it was quite an obsession, oh you know what we're like, we're the weaker sex. And I think .....yes....I do like the feel of them, that's harder to explain, but it just feels like me. I think it's comfort more than anything, I feel naked without them, and not in a good way. And then when I met you and you went overboard......well, you did!"

I did.

"But you don't make that public do you, I mean, you don't tell your parents"

"Uh, NO!"

"So how do you explain to them, and to your doctor, that you don't want high index lenses"

"Yes, that WAS a problem. I did get some once actually, and when I got them I wore them for like two days, then told my parents I hated them - they felt too light, not right, and eventually I got what I wanted. Eventually they stopped asking. They also suggested I get surgery but I just kept turning it down. People ask why a lot you know but they give up eventually. And as I've got older I've got more creative. I don't care what people think. They can't read my mind so they can only guess anyway. I don't care what anyone thinks except you. If you ever change your mind, and decide the way I look is too, I don't know, unusual?..... for you Dana, I will do something about it."

Wow. I couldn't believe he said that. I understood how important it was to him, and yet, he'd do that, for me?

"It's never going to happen David, I think I'm addicted to your glasses, I think they're connected by some invisible cord directly to me - and you know where!"

And he gave me THAT look. That look through his sparkling lenses that made me...... moist. And he rolled me over and pulled my legs apart. I just welcomed him in. Lucky me, I just married a man with thick glasses and a huge dick too. He knew how to use both to please me, he knew exactly how to move his head around mine so that his glasses caressed my face. He knew how to move on top of me to thrill me beyond words. He knew when to hold back, and when to thrust harder. And he knew how to hold me afterwards, entwined so I could look into his eyes. He knew how to love me. We lay there silently a long time. Then he remembered

"Addicted huh?" he asked.

"Yes addicted, and it couldn't get any worse........er, better"

"I think it could" he said smiling "When we get home it's time for my next check-up, and I KNOW I'll need stronger lenses"

I beamed in delight and sat up.

"Please no more" he pleaded, laughing.

"You brought this on yourself" I said, as I went down on him.