1Purity

A short story by:

K. Silence

Chapter 1

“Purity,” he whispered the name aloud in the dark. Sweetness and innocence were embedded in the name, and it rolled off his tongue like melted butter. Sam Nolshea could think about the name, and the beautiful girl who owned it, all night, envisioning her, as he lay sprawled on his bed looking up at the ceiling. For a moment the white ceiling became a screen playing in front of him, that moment when she walked around the corner, getting closer and closer, her golden blonde hair bouncing, flowing with each whisper of wind. Sam could almost feel each breath she took with each step. Then the moment she looked at him, beautiful, but almost colorless eyes stared back at him. Sam could have sworn her face was so splashed with light that nothing dark could taint it. She was Purity. Nothing less.

Then he rewound the mental picture, letting it play again and again, as it always did. He was always waiting at Saint Parrish High to watch her, her silent, invisible protector, as she walked home, her long blonde hair hanging down nearly to the back of her knees. There was no other reason he, a 27 year old, would be waiting at the school. She was his reason for everything, for waking, breathing, eating. He imagined her lovely hair smelled like flowers, every beautiful wavy inch. In the few years he watched her he learned a lot about her. She only talked to Sandy, a red-haired girl, who also wore ankle-long skirts. It wasn’t because they enjoyed them either. It was their religion. And he’d learned quite a lot about it as well.

For two weeks Sam watched the church, parking outside in the back of the parking lot. It was a loud church, so he didn’t have to go in to hear the Pentecostal Preacher’s fire breathing sermon. And to Sam’s acknowledgment he preached hell a helluva lot hotter than any of the televangelist he’d ever seen. The Pastor liked to repeat the verse, “there will be weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth,” quite excessively in his sermon. That was almost exactly what he felt like inside, in this purgatory of Purity. He was weeping, wailing, and gnashing his teeth. The strern minister was correct about hell.

Purity only lived two blocks from school, and from where they were, she walked uphill. There was never a dash of make up on her pretty cheeks. Her blue jean skirt hung to her ankles, hiding every inch of her legs, as was expected by a young lady so religious and devout. But he’d already painted a portrait of her lovely legs in his mind. Her thighs would be pale, but warm and inviting as he’d gently spread them around his waist. He wondered if she was shaven, and if not she must have had the softest, blondest patch of hair between her thighs.

The only part of her flesh that he could see that wasn’t covered by clothes was her hands, her pretty neck, and her lovely face. She always looked so intellectual and serious but timid all at once. Especially on warm days like this quickly passing April day had been. Her parents were correct to name her Purity. Her eyes were squinted, blinded by the sunlight. But that day was special and would be etched in history. Purity looked straight into his eyes, and for that one moment, it truly felt that she’d seen him, looked into his very soul. He existed.

She was still too young, at the tender age of sixteen, and he’d never seen her with a boy. Purity was the purest girl he’d ever seen, and if she misbehaved and slept with any guy she would never be pure again. That was the most frightening aspect. But it would be okay because Sam was there to keep that from happening, whatever the cost would be.

There was something special about the first time, the moment when your purity ends. Sam was pure, except for the fact he tended to have a fixation with pornography and his left hand, but his flesh had never touched the flesh of another woman. Sam was saving himself. Saving himself for Purity. Something about her, from the moment he’d first seen her had cried out to him, and soon he would answer the silent cry. He knew that they were meant to be together. She had to be a part of his life, or life itself was meaningless.

Sam was eleven years older than her. Not extremely attractive, and definitely not the type of guy to stand out in a crowd. Well to be blunt, he was a mess. His reddish hair was short and wiry, glasses lay across the bridge of a freckled nose, and he was twenty pounds over weight. Those twenty pounds had been packed on in the past six months. He blamed fast food. Lately, he’d had nothing better to do than to sit, waiting for her to arrive at school in the mornings, and return to see her walk out of the building. Alone. He had to eat somewhere in between, and since he was out… well, fast food was just easier.

One day he would say hello, but as of yet, he hadn’t found the courage. Her beauty stunned him silent. And Sam really didn’t feel at all worthy to speak. Those moments were absolutely breath taking.

He sighed in the solitary of the room, feeling his heart once again speeding. Whoever said there was no such thing as one sided love was wrong. Although, Sam was certain she would love him, if she only knew how deep his feelings went for her. Who would turn away genuine love, love as pure as Purity? His eyes closed, blocking out the light that the street lamps threw around his empty room.

He imagined: Long blonde hair tickling his face as a beautiful porcelain face stared down. He would touch her first. Sam wondered absently if her skin was searing hot from the light that hugged her body. He would trace her lips with his fingers, touch her pretty neck, and her petite breasts. She barely had any at all. He would spend hours just touching her, kissing her, and feeling that innocence. Finally, perhaps after days of enjoying the virtue of her body, a body that had never been penetrated except perhaps by her own curious little fingers at play, he would gently take away the thing that made her Purity