Lauren

By Daniel W.

In high school I wasn't the most outgoing of people. I enjoyed the company of a select few, but rarely expanded my boundaries. There were girls I liked that never knew it. There were girls who rejected me. Then there was Lauren. During my senior year she was the team manager. The first time I saw her I
thought she was the coach's girlfriend. She was beautifully filled and physically mature beyong her years. I was smitten, but realizing we had a game to play and that her perfect body was well out of my reach I steered clear. As it turned out I couldn't. The next day I was amazed to see her at school. Her eyes sparkled of deep aqua. Her curves were perfect. I was absolutely infatuated with every move of her body. She and I soon struck a good friendship. I occasionally would take her home from school, playing completely innocent, but yearning every moment to be closer to her. Finally one time she and I met at a basketball game. Rather than someone pick her up I volunteered to take her home. Midway through the game she started rubbing her left eye. Seeing that it was near final exams I thought perhaps she was tired. When it persisted I finally asked her about it. She asked me to look at her left eye. Looking more closely than before I noticed that her contact was ripped. When I informed her of what I saw it nearly broke her heart. She took the contact out as a small tear began to roll down her cheek. She looked away, as though shameful of something. I reached over to console her and and she began sobbing. I walked her out of the gym and asked what was the matter.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

Realizing that this was nothing out of the ordinary I proceeded to help her.

"We can head right over here, sweety," I said.

"You don't understand."

"What don't I understand? Are you feeling all right?"

"No."

"Is it your eye? Does it feel infected?"

With that she slowly pulled away. I chased her.

"Whatever it is, we can handle it."

She looked up at me and I stated into those beautiful blue eyes. There were shades of light and dark with little flecks of green. Seeing her vulnerability, I continued.

"I promise."

She grabbed my hands and kissed my quickly on the lips before hurrying off to the bathroom. I waited patiently nearly 30 minutes for her. By that time the game had ended and the place was essentially empty. Finally her sweet voice spoke softly.

"I'm coming out."

Suddenly the most incredible site ever emerged, for her beautiful blue eyes were now magnified nearly threefold, hidden behind silver frames and thick lenses. She looked up at me and then quickly backed off. 

"Oh my God," I mumbled under my breath. She turned away again and headed back for the bathroom when I grabbed her by the arm and turned her around. I bent my knees slightly to get at eye level with her and stopped. Without hesitation I kissed her. All the sexual tension of three months of repressed
feelings climaxed in the most incredible kiss ever created. I wanted her so badly I could hardly stand. I couldn't stop kissing her. For as long as I'd known I had an amazing fascination with girls in glasses. Seeing those beautiful eyes through thick lenses touched every one of my senses in a way I'd never experienced before. I couldn't let go of her. I'd wanted this moment for as long as I could remember, and I never wanted it to end. Suddenly she stopped and backed up.

"Why did you do that?"

"You made me," I retorted playfully.

"I'm serious. Why did you choose now of all times for our first real kiss? I look hideous and you know it."

Her eyes welled up again and her shoulders sagged. She always filled her clothes well, as they were tailored letter perfect, but now she looked completely deflated. I took her hand and confessed everything. I told her how I'd dream of her at night and could hardly focus during games. I told her that the scarf she thought was stolen, was actually left behind in my van. I didn't give it back only so that I could smell her perfume any time I needed. I told her how I'd stare into her eyes and how I could tell each and every hue of her eyes and how the left one was a little lighter blue than the right. I told her how I loved how she filled a pair of jeans and drove me wild in a certain blouse. As I spoke she began to smile. The corners of her mouth lifted and two slight dimples arose. I smiled back and let a small laugh out, as did she at the same time. Youth, passion and adolescence had their moment all at the same time. She and I bonded that night. There was now a glue which held us together that would never let go. I would later come to learn that she was hit in the head at a young age by an errant baseball and that her sight was irreversibly damaged. She was fit for a strong prescription that had gradually gotten worse. Many of her younger years were spent being teased for her 'coke bottles.' The first opportunity she'd had she jumped at the chance for contacts. However, her eyesight was so bad that without her contacts she could hardly see anything but blurs. Her vulnerability was a new side and I liked it. We explored her new confidence in me in numerous ways and eventually she got to the point where she wasn't bothered by wearing them in front of me. She and I have shared this secret to this day, as well as the details of that night in my van. But that's another story.