My Sexual Journey

I was 29. It was March 2000. I had moved to Bell in Austin for a new job. Fresh out of grad school with a master's degree in electrical engineering from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. It was going to be my first real paycheck. I thought I would throw parties every weekend. Sonya's cubicle was right behind mine. She was a brunette with pale skin and jet-black frizzy hair that she wore as a tom boy. The minute I introduced myself to her, she started biting her lower lip. I had read that a woman biting her lower lip is a sign of invitation. Or her crossing and uncrossing her legs. But this was my first real job, and I was not getting too presumptuous. I was staying about three miles from the office in a cheap hotel. Every evening after work I would call a cab to go home. Sonya was listening. She said that she would give me a ride home. My room was all cluttered with my mess. Still, out of politeness, I invited Sonya to my room. Fortunately she said no. I was just coming out of school. I didn't realize the refinement that she was used to. In India, we had a nice, well-decorated house, but I was now making my way in America from scratch. She took me grocery shopping. In the South, they love their Walmart. The first time she pushed me away and said that she had things to do. I didn't realize that she was buying tampons and suchlike things. I asked if she would like to share some wine. She said, come to my home, an apartment that she had rented in a complex called the Limestone Ranch. It was a five-minute walk from our office. The apartment was beautifully decorated. I asked her to come sit on the sofa next to me. She did. At that moment I knew I had her. But I would have to wait for one more visit.