Olivia scurried nervously down the pot-holed street of the poor, downtown neighborhood of the city. Having grown up in the wealthy suburbs, she had only visited this part of town once or twice in her life. She recalled coming down here with her father on one of his business errands a couple years back. As she breathed in the hot night air, she recalled from that earlier trip the same sweet, slightly rotten smell of the city in the summer.
Being downtown by herself on a Friday night was something she had been warned against -- her parents would absolutely flip if they found out! But, truth be told, right now she was mostly just feeling excited at the adventure of it. She was 18 years old now -- definitely capable of looking out for herself. Right?
This summer was turning out to be -- by far -- the most fun of her life. She had just graduated from high school the spring before, and with her plans set for college the next fall, her parents had finally eased up a bit on their overbearing control of her social life. When she told her mother earlier this evening that she was going to a birthday party at her friend Beth's and would probably sleep over there, her mother barely even put up a fight!
"Well, I suppose you'll be off on your own next year anyway, and you'll have to start taking responsibility for yourself sooner or later." When she got to the party her friends decided they wanted to buy Beth a gag birthday gift -- a large dildo! The problem was that the only place you could get something like that was at an adult bookstore down in the seedy part of the city. They drew straws to see who would make the shopping trip -- and Olivia had lost.
A couple of her closest friends were particularly amused that Olivia, of all people, had drawn the short straw. Throughout high school, Olivia -- amongst all her friends -- had been the one most concerned with modesty. She wouldn't be caught dead wearing one of those revealing tops or thong underwear that some of her other friends would put on. Not that Olivia's body was anything to hide -- in the last couple years it had sprouted in all the right places, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by the boys in her class -- despite her slightly more conservative clothing choices.
Olivia had beautiful pale skin, slightly flushed this evening with the warm night air, full blond hair pulled back into a ponytail that flowed down her back, slender legs, round hips, and perky yet full breasts that -- more and more -- were jutting out for all the world to see. This evening she had decided to wear a sleeveless white and yellow sundress -- the perfect thing for a warm evening like this. When she had first arrived at the party she was hot and sweaty from the walk over and, in a moment of spontaneous summer freedom, she had decided to take off her bra! It felt so much better to have her breasts freed from that restrictive garment, cool underneath the light cotton fabric of her dress. What would her mother say if she saw her now!
When she drew the straw that designated her as the person to buy the dildo, at first she balked. She had barely ever visited that part of town during the day, let alone at night and all by herself no less! But in a moment of self righteous pride she decided she was going to prove her friends wrong about her. They all saw her as Olivia the prude, Olivia the one who always played it safe, Olivia the virgin who wouldn't let her any boy past second base. Well she was going to show them! She could be just as confident and audacious as any of them!
Although most of her friends were in the dark about it -- the truth was that Olivia had found her own ways to experiment sexually. Olivia was just as intrigued by the changes her body had gone through as any of the boys. She loved taking off her clothes slowly, looking at herself in the mirror, and then lying down on her big fluffy bed and touching herself all over -- especially down there. She would fantasize about one of the boys in her class, James, a baseball player, and imagine that her fingers were his hard cock inside her.
Her sexual experience with real boys, however, was fairly limited. She loved making out with them of course, and would sometimes let them touch her breasts, but her pants always stayed on. Once -- only once -- a boy she was dating had begged her for a hand-job and she had consented. She had been absolutely fascinated with the soft, velvety, yet rigid cock he offered her, and the way he reacted when she touched it. Her memory of the boy's hard penis was now a permanent fixture of her masturbation fantasies.
So far, Olivia's plan to defy her friends' expectations was going well. She had ridden the subway downtown, and was now walking quickly through the heavy night air of the downtown neighborhood. She felt a certain thrill of independence! People were milling around, coming in and out of bars, shouting, laughing -- you could feel the festive Friday night spirit in the air. At one point she noticed that her sundress clad body had caught the eye of an unsavory looking character hanging out on the street corner. At that moment she regretted her earlier decision to take off her bra. But she just walked on by, pretending not to notice. And finally she arrived at the corner where the adult book store stood. The first thing she noticed was a neon sign in the front advertising: "XXX Videos, Gifts and Live Peep Shows".
"Live peep shows?" she thought to herself. She thought they just sold movies and sex toys here -- she didn't realize they had actual strippers too! Oh well -- this wouldn't be too difficult -- she would just go in, find the biggest dildo she could find, and get back to the party.
She entered the store and walked through rows and rows of magazine covers displaying all kinds of outrageously lewd sexual acts. And interspersed, in the rows of merchandise, were little doors with token slots. She guessed this was where you paid to sit in a booth and watch women in the back take off their clothes.
As she walked further into the shop (she was coming to realize it was quite big on the inside) a particular smell was getting stronger and stronger... A slightly acrid, sweaty smell -- like the combination of foot and body odor, with something else mixed in... an almost soapy, alkaline scent, not unlike her memory of the boy's cum she had produced with her hand-job. That must be it! The smell of male cum! She gave a little shudder at the lasciviousness of it all!