Out in the Open

            A month had passed since Tabora’s first sexual experience, and as crude as it may have seemed to others, it was a night she would cherish and remember always; she’d convinced herself that she was only seeking sex that night, not love or romance, and Tabora was okay with what went on that night at Chad’s place.  After some thought, she reasoned she’d satisfied her body’s overbearing desires in the end, but only after having three men inside of her doggedly crushing her needs into submission. 

            Through it all, her first experience did not leave her disillusioned.  In stead, she viewed it as a necessary means to an end, and could happen each time she sought pleasure.   When she thought about it; all three men had their way with her; they each pumped her as would a pack of stray dogs on a bitch, and she loved it, one mount after the other.  If there was one thing that she had to dislike about the experience, it would be the way all three men jumped up and ran out on her, perfectly willing to leave her unsatisfied if by chance she hadn’t reached hers.

            But nothing angered her more, however, than the scene Chad made just last night when she arrived unannounced at his apartment; his girl friend was there.  He all but kicked her out of the building, but had the audacity to tell her: “call me later, but not tonight,” he said. 

            She recalled feeling more disappointed than hurt because she viewed Chad as a worthy sex partner after that first night, and one that she could count on when in need.   But there he was with another woman, and calling her his girl. 

            Still, out of sheer desperation, she left Chad’s apartment and finally got the sex she needed.  She’d traveled to a hotel's bar on Allentown Road, near Andrews Air Force Base, just minutes from her home, and allowed herself to be picked up by a stranger.  And the experience was not bad at all, as she remembered it.  After all, she practically grabbed the guy and led him out of the place. She smiled at the thought.

             More important, that experience made her realize that she was going to need a man all her own; a man capable of keeping up with her sexually, and not find faults with her healthy sexual desires.   

            As she sat and waited, she thought of how High School was over now, and her full life was set to begin.  She knew that it was time to find her place within society as a young woman managing a secret trove of  highly charged sexual cravings, and what could be a life time of clandestine sexual behavior.  No one can know about her challenges, she thought, especially Sara, and her parents.