Every year I tell myself that I'm going to get to the stores a little earlier, and beat the last minute frenzy of Christmas shopping. I somehow seem to fail every year too. That year was no different.
We rolled into Highland Mall's parking lot in my boyfriend's black 80 something Daytona. I have to wonder if the car was ever cool, as I looked at its cracked interior. I wouldn't know, as I know nothing about cars. Chris, that was my boyfriend, seemed to think so though. Personally, I preferred my '73 Dodge Dart. It at least still had some ...umph.
I cringed when I heard the breaks squeal every time the slightest pressure is applied to them, which is a lot as we cruise around trying to find a parking spot. I know I sound a bit stuck up, I'm not really. I loved Chris and his fallen car. It was all part of him. He took care of it, the same as he took care of me, the best he could.
I sighed as we finally found a spot in the back of the lot and parked. He stomped his cigarette out as he took my hand and we joined the masses in the fight for last minute goodies.
I must interject here, that I really hate malls. This time though, with Chris leading me through the crowd and armed with my mother's credit card, I didn't mind so much.
We must have gone into every damn store the mall possessed as we shopped. I know that I was thoroughly exhausted with it all as we stepped into Dillard's. I was supposed to pick up an outfit to wear to my parent's anniversary party.
Chris, of course, picked out a black denim skirt and jacket that I'm sure wasn't what my mom had in mind. The skirt barely covered my ass, and the jacket was much too low cut. He seemed to love it, especially when he told me that I shouldn't wear any shirt under the jacket. I had to giggle when I modeled it for him and he swooped down on me with a kiss that left me panting. The disapproval of the dressing room clerk was a bit of a high. I felt rather naughty and the way Chris was looking at me made me wet.
He sent me back into the dressing room with a wink and a smack on the ass. It was no surprise, when I came back out that I decided to buy the black denim along with a much more appropriate dress for the party.
We wondered over to the men's department. I was determined to get him out of his torn jeans and into something nice, at least for the party. Normally I loved his jeans, with their tears near his ass; they always showed off a hint of cheek. I did however; want to avoid my mom's bitching, which would happen if he showed up to the party in them.
It didn't take him long to choose a new pair of jeans and a black button up shirt with a high collar. I waited impatiently as he went to change. Looking around, I noticed that the clerk here wasn't an older lady, like it had been for girl's department. Here was a guy around my age. He was cute, with short brown hair, and hazel eyes. He eyed me once, but I looked away. Chris could be a bit possessive, and as long as it didn't get out of hand, I thought it's was hot that he wanted me for himself.
Determined not to look at the cutie trying to catch my eye, I was looking around again when Chris called out to me.
"Hey, Crystal, come in here."
I looked at the clerk who nodded. "Can I leave these here?" I asked of our bags. He nodded again, I dropped them beside the counter and I slipped into the dressing rooms. The guys' weren't much, just little stalls with curtains. I saw Chris in the second stall on the left. He had the curtain pulled open. Man, did he look hot. I don't know if I'll be able to explain why.
