un histoire: partie trois

We went to the mall with Kimberly’s best friend and her boyfriend to do some Christmas walking around. The girls called it shopping, but we really just walked around. As we passed by the crimson front displays and the golden trim and the 7 foot tall woman in the window, the girls got all excited about pretty underwear and lace and fashion, so we men had to go alongside them, and boy was it uncomfortable! Obviously, to a fifteen year old boy, (I turned fifteen on the 7th of the month.) walking around in Victoria’s Secret with a girl I knew I wasn’t going to bang really bugged me. Yes, it bugged me that I was a guy in a women’s lingerie store, and it bugged me that none of us was older than 16 years of age, but what bugged me the most was that sex, models, the color red…they were EVERYWHERE! Now, this brew inside of me was just beginning to boil over, and when it did, I quickly walked out of the store without the company of the others and sat down by myself on a bench in the middle the mall. They looked up, of course, probably saying something like, “Where’s Cameron?” or, “Hmmm, I wonder why he just ran out of here?” Kimberly came after me because she knew something was wrong.

By month two I knew I had a jewel in Kimberly. She was intelligent. She was sensible. She wasn’t very funny, but she was cute as hell when she tried to be. She was a talented saxophone player and flag twirler, and she had matronly instincts just oozing out of every orifice. So it came as no surprise to me when she came to see after me that day.

She sat down next to me on the bench and asked me what was wrong. I explained to her the tension I felt between all those sexual influences in the store and the influence I felt when I was with her. I told her I was pretty confused myself as to why I felt that way. Then, as though an angel of God were standing right there before me, I felt so much light in my spirit, and I still remember her keenly sparkling eyes as she said, “I just want to wait for my honeymoon night so I can get in the room and take all my clothes off and say ‘Come on, let’s get busy…'” and she shook both her petite fists in the air as if to show some great eagerness, and finally came the words that changed my life forever…