During the freedom of the sixties, and in the feminist movement that word Zipless Fuck used to be kind of a password for uncommitted sex. You saw what you wanted and you took it for yours for one night or a weekend no commitment. The release of the birth control pill had made it possible.
I was just under twenty when I left home to go to the University of Chicago. The plane as it left Salem Oregon left a trail of smoke in the air that in my wild imagination I saw as my old life burning away and my rebirth into a whole new person.
Gone was Heidi the safe, the sane, the careful now instead here was Ann. Ann was my middle name. Ann was free and open to possibilities. Ann wore clothes without bras and underwear, ate pizza for breakfast if she wanted and talked to men she had never met. Ann was an explorer on the planet life.
I was a little disappointed with my seatmate. I had been looking forward to meeting a stranger and trying out my new philosophy.
He looked like a professor at collage. He was wearing a tweed jacket with patches on the elbows, and a beige sweater underneath. He smelled of pipe tobacco and sen-sen. He was already reading and I figured it would be dull and uneventful although I don’t know what I really expected. It turned out I got more than I bargained for after all.
My new life started with that trip. The plane gained altitude just as I felt a strange hand exploring my thigh. I quietly asked him to remove it from my lap. He did with a grin, reached over, and placed it on my face, turning me into him for a soul-searing kiss.
