Part 1
When Andy Wilson turned eighteen, he did two things that he had dreamed of doing for years. Andy was a shy, bookish young man in wire-rim glasses, easily embarrassed and prone to making a fool of himself around girls his own age. Hed never seen a nude woman in person before, and as soon as he was old enough, he and his friend Rodney Fenster hopped into Andys beat up Ford sedan and sped two towns over to the Gilded Lily, an upscale strip club that maintained a small section for eighteen to twenty year olds. That night, Andy saw a dozen writhing, voluptuous women, bare to his burning gaze, and each fold and curve, projection and recession, each tanned breast and perky nipple, each neatly trimmed pussy and flexing, muscular thigh, was etched indelibly in young Andys mind.
He went home that night with erotic visions dancing in his mind, and beat off furiously three times before finally passing into unconsciousness. The next day, Andy drove to that same town and, fortified with some of the birthday cash given him by his lovely and doting mother Tracy, Andy hit the adult bookstore. Finally, he could buy himself some serious pornography, instead of relying upon the internet for release.
Andy perused the racks with a careful eye, taking in all the strange sights with the occasional blush or quick backpedal -- particularly when he accidentally stumbled into the gay section of the store. Turning about quickly, he hurried across to the other side of the store, missing the bemused expression on the clerks face, who was watching Andy navigate through the aisles, trying to decide if the young man was old enough to be there.
Oblivious, Andys eager eyes continued to explore. To his chagrin, he discovered that most of the tapes on display were far out of his price range. Thirty or forty dollars for a video seemed rather ridiculous to Andy, who had hoped to pick up three or four vids that afternoon. He didnt have more than sixty dollars on him, and he knew some o... Læs hele novellen
