The afternoon before Mandy's birthday, on a hot day in late July...she sat at home studying the clock...only eight more hours to go and she would be free to do as she pleased.
Her mother had planned a birthday party that evening with cake, ice cream and family...the same kind of birthday party that she'd been planning for her for years.
For fuck's sake, she thought, blowing through her lips. She wasn't a kid anymore.
Twirling her finger into her dirty blonde hair, she frowned...or more accurately, she pouted.
Of all of the birthday parties over the years, her mother couldn't even have made this one somewhat special?
But Mandy had her own plans.
She had taken it on herself to do something crazy...something that she'd never been able to do before.
At six p.m., her mother had just finished hanging the last of the balloons in the dining room as Mandy entered.
Seeing them, she exhaled, exasperated. Balloons. How childish.
"Mom," she said, feigning a nasal whine. "I don't feel too well."
Glancing up from her work of tying the balloons to the back of a chair, her mom frowned.
"Oh no, dear," she said, with a worried hand to Mandy's forehead.
"Hmm...you don't have a fever..."
"I don't know mom, I feel sick to my stomach...I think I just want to go to bed."
"Mandy, no..." her mom protested. "It's your birthday. You can't be sick."
With an exhale, her mom sighed. "Well, I guess if you're sick, I can call everyone and cancel," she said sounding disappointed.
"Sorry mom," Mandy frowned.
"It's okay dear...if you're sick, then just go on to bed. We can reschedule your party for later in the week."
"Thanks mom," Mandy pretended to sound weak.
With a kiss on her mother's cheek, Mandy trotted off to bed.
She would need some extra sleep anyway.
At midnight, the alarm on her cellphone buzzed, waking her. Excited, Mandy rose quickly and readied herself.
She chose a plain, white panty and bra set, her favorite black, zippered mini-skirt and white button-up blouse. She pulled on a pair of white knee-socks and black pumps. Even at that time of night, it was still hot outside and her outfit was perfect for it.
Pulling her hair away from her head, she wrapped it into two long ponytails on either side of her. After applying a light coat of makeup and lip gloss, she stepped back from the mirror, pleased with herself.
Perfect.
At half-past midnight, the cab she'd ordered via text was waiting out front.
Grabbing her small, black purse, she crept down the darkened hall, listening for signs of life behind her parent's bedroom door.
They were asleep.
Making her way silently through the house, she slipped out and trotted to the cab.
The driver, and older man, smiled as the sexy young woman approached.
"Where to Miss?" he said, eyeing Mandy's firm breasts under her tight blouse.
"To the Mason please," she said climbing in the back.
The man looked shocked, then puzzled.
"The Mason?" he repeated. "Are you sure Miss?"
Mandy glared at him. She was, after all, an adult.
"Okay," he said, noting her look, and dropped the car into gear.
Pulling up in front of the theater, a few miles later, Mandy got out and tipped the driver.
He was to return for her in three hours.
"One please," Mandy said at the young man sitting behind the ticket counter in the booth on the sidewalk.
He was intent on studying something in front of him as Mandy waited.
"One...please..." she stated again, more firmly after a moment.
Looking up, the young man did a double take.
"You got I.D?" he said.
Smiling, Mandy produced her I.D. and pushed it under the glass along with the ticket price.
"I'm eighteen," she beamed proudly.
It was true. At one o'clock in the morning, she had now been eighteen years old for one hour.
"Barely," the young man said, sliding her I.D. back under the glass, together with a ticket.
Noting the way she was dressed, he grinned.
"You look like a schoolgirl with big tits" he said. But she was already gone, pushing her way through the front doors.
The Mason was the oldest, last, and most famous porn theater in the city. As Mandy studied the movie posters, she quivered slightly. They showed men and women in various states of undress...in various sexual positions.
Mandy had never been to a porn theater before. She'd seen different snatches of clips and pictures on the internet over the last couple of years, but her parents had always kept a tight rein on her computer usage.
Now though, at long last, she was an adult and free to choose. This was her birthday present to herself.
Pushing through the double doors of one of the theaters, she stepped in, allowing her eyes to adjust.
Glancing around the theater, she saw it dotted by a few male figures, she counted four in all, scattered about the rows throughout the theater.
With the movie about to start, Mandy took a seat close to the end...three seats over from the aisle in the middle row, noting that two men sat several rows behind her and to the far left of her. Another one sat in the front row near the center. The fourth was to her right, against the wall, three rows up.
Just then, the lights went down and the movie started.
During the opening scene, a large-busted brunette slowly stripped in front of a gorgeous young man. Apparently, she was supposed to be the young's man's aunt.
Once she was naked, she knelt in front of the young man and opened his pants, producing a cock the size of a chunk of firewood.
Mandy's eyes widened and she gasped. She'd never, ever, seen a cock that big before.
She'd seen a few, even touched a few in real life before...but none of the boys that she'd messed with even came close the monster thing on the screen.
As she watched the actress work the young man's cock with her hands, Mandy felt her nipples stiffen beneath her blouse. When the woman gathered her huge bare breasts in her hands and wrapped them around the young man's stiff rod, Mandy's pussy moistened, wetting the front of her panties.
