For Olivia, turning 18 offered up a whole new world. It was a day she had looked forward to since middle school, and finally, today, she was able to celebrate her liberation from childhood restrictions. No more curfew, no more begging for her parents' permission if she wanted to pierce her ear, and from now on, Olivia's age wasn't a limitation when it came to men.
Olivia, as excited as she was, took her time getting ready. People would be arriving for her party around noon, and it was still only 10. There was no way she was going to let her eagerness to celebrate, keep her from looking as beautiful as possible. After a long shower, Olivia stepped onto the tile floor of her bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She opened the door to let out the steam, and admired herself in the mirror as it began to unfog. Her blonde hair, usually the color of a sand, if sand were made of silk, hung slightly darker with the wet, down past her shoulders. The dripping locks framed her head, and made her stunning blue eyes stand out even more than they usually did. The body that twelve years of dance had sculpted, small framed, but lithe and toned, made it impossible for her not to smile at her reflection with a devious, and prideful, glint in her eyes. The fact that she was finally eighteen played over and over in her head. 'Even if I still might look sixteen,' she thought. It didn't bother her. Olivia knew it would only add to her appeal.
After drying herself off, and finishing up her morning routine, Olivia stepped into her bedroom and looked at the outfit she had picked out for herself the night before. A blue sundress, low cut, offering an inviting view from above, and hemmed just above her knees, showing off her long, shapely legs. A spiraling white floral pattern guided any observers gaze around the young girl's toned body, over her enticing chest, with the end of the vine steering the stare up towards Olivia's eyes. A specially chosen outfit, innocent enough to keep her dad from complaining, but provocative enough to guarantee the desired admirers at her party were sure to notice. Despite Olivia's two-year relationship with her boyfriend, Matt, teasing other men remained one of her greatest pleasures, and today, she had every intention of indulging it.
Olivia hooked the front clasp on her black push-up bra and stepped into her matching panties, looking at herself from all angles in her full-length mirror, then adjusting her 30 b-cup breasts until they looked like c's. After she was satisfied, Olivia slid into her dress, running her hands down the light fabric to smooth out any creases. Stepping back into the bathroom, Olivia applied her makeup. With just enough eyeliner to make her deep-sea irises pop, and a dark red lipstick she knew would fix men's eyes to her mouth whenever she spoke. She looked herself over, and didn't even try to fight back her thin smirk of pride. She knew she deserved it.
Barely touching the ground, Olivia danced down the stairs, spinning into the kitchen, kissing her dad on the cheek, and sitting down next to her mom.
"Happy birthday, Sweetheart," Olivia's dad said throwing her an apple. "You look absolutely beautiful."
"Happy birthday, Honey," her mom said squeezing her hand lovingly.
"Thank you, guys," Olivia answered with a warm smile. "Can I help finish setting up the backyard?"
"Finished up while you were getting ready," Olivia's mom said smiling. "People should start getting here in about a half-hour."
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Right on time people started trickling, and soon pouring in. Dozens of friends from school, including Matt, and all of them telling Olivia how beautiful she looked. By one o'clock the backyard was packed, and the smell of the grill filled the air. The drink in Olivia's hand, pleasantly making its way to her head, giving her face a gently blush that only added to her charm.
After spending the polite amount of time, moving from group to group with Matt, thanking everyone for coming and showing off her college-bound, football-player boyfriend, Olivia made her way alone, back to her parents. She found them with a herd of neighbors, her dad, surrounded by beer bellies, manning the grill, and her mom sitting under the umbrella covered table with the other neighborhood ladies. Sitting down at the table first and finishing her drink, smiling at the constant stream of not-so-subtle, salacious comments from the half-drunk mothers about Olivia's newly legal status, despite her gentle reminders that she had a boyfriend. It didn't take long for Olivia to start to looking around the party for guests she hadn't spoken with yet, who could rescue her.
Just then a cell phone began to buzz on the table. Olivia's next-door neighbor, Alexa Hoyt, picked it up and answered it.
"Hello, this is Doctor Hoyt," she spoke into it, pausing to listen. "Alright, have him prepped. I'll be there as soon as I can," she answered, hanging up the phone and standing up. "I'm so sorry. Emergency at the hospital. I've got to go."
Olivia, along with the rest of the ladies, said goodbye and good luck, then stood up, giving her a hug, and thanking her for coming. Alexa hurried over to her husband, David, who was standing with all the other dads by the grill. She let him know that she had to leave, gave him a kiss and rushed out of the yard's side gate.
Olivia didn't watch her leave. Her eyes were still on David. He had moved in next to them, along with his wife and daughter, about ten years earlier. She'd had a crush on him for the same amount of time. Since then, it seemed like he'd only gotten better looking. His dark hair had developed faint, appealing flecks of grey, his lightly tanned, and gently weathered skin, as taught over the athletic contours of his body as it was the day they had arrived. Olivia starred long enough for David to notice. He turned his head to meet her gaze for a moment, before both of them to smiled politely and looked away.
Olivia looked down at her empty drink, and decided it was time to head inside for a refill. She stood up from the table and made her way through the sliding glass door, closing it behind her. After ladling a generous amount of the heavily tequila-ed punch into her glass, Olivia took took several swallows, then leaned back, eyes closed, against the cold stainless steel of the fridge to cool off.
Olivia heard the sliding door open and lifted her eyelids, again meeting David's gaze as he walked into the house, empty beer bottle in hand.
"Hey birthday girl," he said warmly, giving her a teasing smile. "Toasty out there."
Olivia returned his smile, and answered, "Hey, Mr. Hoyt! Yeah, it's a little warm... had to step inside for a sec. Did you want another beer?"
"Yeah actually, that'd be great, thanks!" he said, still smiling.
Olivia opened up the fridge and grabbed a beer, popping the top off on the opener bolted to the fridge door. "Here ya go!" she smiled. Searching for something to talk about, Olivia's mind went to David's twenty-two-year-old daughter. She asked, "How's Dana doing? I feel like I haven't talked to her in forever," leaning back onto the fridge.
"Oh, she's fine. Just finishing up her senior year. Got a job lined up already," David said proudly. "I remember not so long ago, when she'd come over here to babysit you. Not long after that, I remember when you'd come over to our house so the two of you could watch scary movies in the basement."
"That was so great! We were basically sisters," Olivia laughed.
"So, your dad says your off on a dance scholarship next year. That's fantastic! You know it's crazy to think that after ten years of living next to you, I have not seen you dance once; barring the backyard displays," he teased.
