When I came to the back of the store I saw another section called Peep Booths. I walked up and down the aisles looking at the huge collection of porn magazines and sex toys. I was 18 but I looked closer to 14 or 15. I gave him my drivers license and he laughed and said sure kid have fun. As I walked in I was stopped at the counter by the clerk who asked me for my ID. I didn't see anyone in the store so I went in. I walked by a few strip bars and some adult book stores and came to one that looked interesting. I knew I wasn't gay or anything like that.
I was new to sex with girls and had never had sex with a guy. I had on jeans and a t-shirt and definitely peeked the interest of a few men as I walked down the street. I was 5'11 long blonde hair and weighed 135lbs. I was curious to what really went on down there so one night I skipped out on my friends and headed into Boston to check it out. I heard all the sordid stories of prostitutes and strippers as well as the crime and how rough it was. When I was 18 I ventured to the seedy section of Boston called the Combat Zone.
