Chapter 3

That night I hit the road, I started my adventure. I had no plans. I didn't know where I was going. I just got into my car and drove. My fun started inside my car.

I always kept it spotless. I never opened the sunroof. I never blasted music so loud that the cars next to me at a red light could hear.

I found a rap song and turned my volume up. I opened my never used sunroof and when I stopped at the store in my town to fill up my gas tank, I also grabbed snacks.

Those snack wrappers were now laying on my passenger side floorboard. I tossed them. Yes, actually threw those wrappers onto my floor and I laughed while doing it.

Wrappers on the floorboard, sunroof open, and loud music may not seem like a big deal, a lot of fun for most people, but for me, who never allowed myself to even leave a water bottle in the cupholder because I was scared it would bust open from the heat, it was fun.

I headed down a highway, a highway I wasn't familiar with. I didn't even slow down to read the signs on the side of the road. I didn't care to. I'm on an adventure and that adventure means, I have no plans or idea of where I'm going to end up.

I have been on the road for six weeks. I have been staying in motels, as long as they were safe. Just because I'm on an adventure for fun and mistakes doesn't mean I want to stay somewhere dangerous.

Normally, I would have studied the reviews of the places I would stay at, and I didn't even read about the breakfast they would be severing the next morning. I typed in the word motel in my GPS, did the eeny meeny miny moe thing I used to play with my dad when I was younger that I hated, and wherever my finger stopped at, that's where I stopped and slept for the night.

I talked with the fellow customers of those motels late at night. Every night if those motels had a pool, I'd slip on a tiny little bikini that I'd never allow myself to wear, and swam with random strangers.

I was always big on stranger danger while growing up. I read too many books, watched too many movies, and always wanted to be safe. That safety was thrown out the window a bit.

I have not had a home cooked meal in weeks, and I'm loving it. After years of having dinner ready by six pm every night, it felt good not to worry about what I'd cook for the day. I stopped at fast-food places. I disliked fast-food restaurants before because I, well, Paul, was huge into knowing what we were putting into our bodies. Not anymore, I gorged on cheeseburgers, I poured a mountain of ketchup on my fries and I found out, I liked a place called Canes that had the best chicken tenders and sauce I ever tasted.

I started off slow on this adventure. It was a lot of big changes in my life for me. I started with driving, then not caring where I'd stay, then came the not caring about what I was putting into my stomach.

On week four, I started to visit the little barrooms, that they had in each town I stayed in. I was a little nervous at first. I never been in one before. I didn't know what to expect, but I always had a good time. I ordered various different girly drinks like sex on the beach, lemon drop, pineapple martini, and Long Island iced tea. I have further learned, when a cute gentleman at one of the bars bought me a drink that, I did not care for the taste of beer. I smiled, thanked him and drank it while having to fight the urge to spit it out.

That night also was the first time I had a one-night stand. I have only had sex with Paul, so I didn't have any experience, and I also didn't have any huge expectations. He bought me a Long Island Iced Tea, asked if I was staying in town, and grinned. That grin produced a pulse between my legs and made me want. I wasn't familiar with that feeling, but it felt good, and it caused my body to start to feel hot.

“Let's get out of here sexy,” he whispered, smirked and ran his rough fingers across my bottom lip.

We left the bar, I took him back to my motel room, and fucked his brains out, his words not mine. We stayed awake until two am. I rode him hard, not caring about his pleasure just focused on my own. I came on his dick twice, I made him cum three, and after we were done I told him it was time for him to go. I was worn out and wanted to sleep.

“That was nice, thank you. I'd like to go to sleep now. It's been really nice meeting you,” I told him as I hopped off the bed and began getting dressed.

“You're kicking me out, darling?” he demanded, an unhappy frown forming on his lips. “I thought we were having a good time.”

“We were, and we did. I'm not staying in town. I'll be leaving tomorrow. Don't need to start anything serious. It was fun though,” I informed him and walked towards the door.

We were in a barroom, where we were both drunk, he shouldn't be making me explain myself. I'm not the first girl to want a one-night stand, and even though he made my first one magically delicious, it was time for him to get out now.

“You fucked my brains out and now you kicking me out. Fuck, I never had a woman fuck me so hard before,” he growled, and grinned. “One more night.

His vulgar words were making my body heat up earlier, but now, now they are just annoying me.

“I won't be in town tomorrow. I'm sure you can find another greedy pussy,” I told him and opened the motel door. “It was nice meeting you,” I smiled and waved my hands towards the door, letting him know he was dismissed.

Yes, I said dismissed.

I'm not looking for a relationship.

I'm looking for fun.

And I had my fun, and now he needs to walk out my motel door, so I can get some peaceful after cumming hard sleep.

“You gonna come back for my cock,” he whispered, and strolled out the door.

No I won't.

I don't want another taste.

I spent another two weeks on the road and decided that I had fun, I made some mistakes, but now it was time for me to find a new life to live. I opened up my GPS and started searching for towns in the state of South Carolina. I wrote them all down on a piece of paper, tore each name off, put the papers on my passenger seat, mixed them around, and plucked one up.

Holbrooke, South Carolina.

That is where I was headed.

It was in the middle of two small towns, Darlington and Lonetree and that was going to be my new home.

With my destination set, I drove towards my new life.