Like most girls growing up, I often dreamt of my Prince Charming. I wanted the perfect guy, the perfect first kiss, and the perfect family that lived happily ever after. I knew It was more of a fantasy than a reality, but for some people, dreams do come true.

I was eighteen years old, just graduated high school, and broke up with my boyfriend. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life and had no plans for my future. All I cared about was making some money and enjoying the summer partying with my girlfriends. After being under my parent's rule and being tied down in a relationship, my goal was to be single and free.

My friend Drea helped me get a job as a waitress at a seafood restaurant where she was working. The tips were great, and the schedule allowed me enough free time to have some fun on my days off. Drea and I worked together a couple of nights a week, which made the job easy.

July twenty-seventh, the date that changed everything.

Friday night, I was hanging out at the hostess stand talking with a coworker, and that's when he walked in. Tall with wide, broad shoulders, his muscular chest hugging his long, black-sleeved shirt, his thick dark-brown hair accentuated his chiseled jaw-line, well-defined thighs outlined his grey slacks.

The eyes, though, it was his eyes that captured me and lured me in. He had deep-set, puppy dog eyes, soulful. He walked as if he didn't have a care in the world, confident and assured. Something was unique about how he carried himself, unlike any other man I had ever seen. I was frozen, my mouth hanging open. I barely even noticed the statuesque red-head wrapped around his arm.

"Hi, is Drea working tonight?"

His deep soothing voice poured over me.

"Yes. Would you like me to get her for you?" I asked nervously.

"Please. Can you tell her that her cousin Rob is here? Thanks."

"Sure. I'll be right back."

I walked as fast as I could to the waitress station.

"Drea!" I whispered, waving frantically.

"There is some hot guy here asking for you! He said he's your cousin."

"Rob?"

"Yes, Rob! Where the hell has he been? He's gorgeous!"

"You met him before. At my birthday party last year."

"I did?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. You were pretty fucked up, though."

"You have to let me have his table! Pretty please!" I begged.

"That's fine. Let me go say hi to him," she said.

"Wait, is that his girlfriend?" I asked desperately.

"He doesn't have a girlfriend," she said, walking away.

I have a chance!

As I approached their table, he smiled at me. He had a crooked smile; like Elvis or Billy Idol, I almost buckled at the knees. He was dreamy.

"Drea told me you guys are good friends," he said.

"Yeah, she's the best. You know, I think we've met before," I replied, shunning his date.

"At her birthday, that's right. I remember you now, Kim," he replied.

He remembers me! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! I was about to pee myself like an excited puppy.

I gave them time to look over their menus, then went back to their table to take their orders. My attention was focused on him; when his date spoke, all I could hear was an adult from the Charlie Brown cartoons, "Waa waa waa waa waa." Irritating bitch. I wanted to take the salad fork and jab her in her perfectly shaped boobs.

His forest-green eyes had a hold on me; I couldn't look away. I had been attracted to guys before, but this wasn't like that. My gut told me that this was the guy I had to be with the rest of my life.

I gave their table more attention than any table in the history of restaurant dining. They had a constant flow of water, butter, and rolls; I checked on them more than a mother on her firstborn child. Any excuse to look at him, be near him, hear that voice. Waitress of the mother-fucking year here!

The time had come where they had finished their meals and asked for the check. He was going to leave soon, and I had to take a chance and make a move, so I wrote my name and phone number on the bill, along with a smiley face. When he saw it, he gave me a look; but I couldn't read his eyes; they were cutting right through me, and I was too anxious.

"It was good to see you, Kim; take care," he said with that bedroom smile.

The way he said my name, Kim. It made me want to jump into his arms and kiss him madly. It sounded right. That's how it should be spoken, from his lips only, his voice providing the pitch-perfect tone for my name.

"Thanks," was all I could say. My heart broke at the thought of never seeing him again.

When I got home that night, I called Drea to find out everything I could about him; I wanted every detail. He seemed too good to be true, but I felt that there was something between us.

"Kim, he's not going to call. You're too young for him. Besides, he's always bringing a different girl around."

I didn't care what Drea said; I knew he would call; I could feel it. He didn't look at his date the way he looked at me. I drifted off to sleep that night thinking of him, hoping I would hear from him.

The next day as I had just got home from the mall, the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi Kim, it's Rob, Drea's cousin."

"Oh, hey. How's it going?" My neck was pulsing with adrenaline.

"Good. How's your day going?"

"It's going well. So what's up?" I asked, clearing my throat.

Please ask me out!

Please ask me out!

Please ask me out!

"Well, I saw you left your number on the bill, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?"

Hell yes, I do, you sexy mother fucker!

"Sure. That sounds cool," I said calmly, dancing in place.

We chatted for a few minutes and made plans for the following Friday night. My head was swirling, my heart beating fast. I couldn't believe I was going to go out with him!

I immediately ran upstairs and slammed my door shut, locking it so my parents or brother wouldn't disturb me. After turning up my stereo, I jumped up and down, celebrating as if I had just won the lottery.

I called Drea.

"Guess what? Your cousin called me!" I shouted.

"No way! When?" she asked.

"Like, ten minutes ago. He's taking me out next Friday."

"Wow, that's crazy. There's something I should probably tell you then," Drea said, laughing.

"What?" I asked, intrigued.

"He's packing. He fucked my sister's friend a while ago, and she told us that his dick was insanely big."

"So he is the perfect man," I giggled.

"He's a great guy. I think you guys will have fun together."

I hung up with Drea and fell back onto my bed, pulling off my shorts and panties. I ran my hands under my tank-top and started playing with my breast, running my fingers over my excited nipples, pinching them. I moved one hand between my legs, rubbing my clit frantically. My little nub was as hard as a pebble, my pussy soaked in lust. I almost bit through my bottom lip, trying to hide my moans as I thought of Rob. Starting up at the George Michael poster on my ceiling, I lifted my legs off the bed and arched my back as the first orgasm came. Giggling, I jammed two fingers inside my young cunt, imagining Rob inside me, fucking me, cumming in me. My body convulsed with delight as I finally came and brought my fingers up to my mouth, tasting myself. I curled up in a ball, grinning at the thought of him—the idea of us.

Rob called me every night of the week leading up to our date. We talked about everything we could think of; I never wanted to hang upon him. Even though he was twenty-three, five years older than me, it didn't matter; something was there between us. Our conversations flowed so naturally.

Friday night came, and I was a nervous wreck. I wanted to look sexy and mature for him, so I made myself up to look like a Motely Crue backup dancer, which at that time was the style. I crimped my long blonde hair, put on my red lipstick, and a sliver mini-micro dress with matching heels. I didn't wear a bra; my firm breasts filled it out nicely with my bubble butt.

Rob picked me up around 7:00 pm. The plan was to go to dinner and a movie, but I showed him my fake I.D. and suggested it would be more fun if we went drinking at a club after we ate.

Dinner was perfect. We went to his favorite Italian restaurant, and he was a total gentleman, opening the car door for me, pulling out my chair at the table. So kind, respectful, charming, and modest. We ate our meals and laughed, talking about random things. The night was off to a perfect start. Unfortunately, that's all I remember.

Now I would love to tell you we had a romantic, fun evening at the club, but that's not what happened. What did happen, however, was the most horrific and embarrassing moment in the annals of the first date.

After slamming countless Mai Tai's and shots of tequila and making an ass of myself by hanging all over Rob, I blacked out. The only memory I have of that part of the evening is the one I wish I could forget.

Rob was driving me home, I told him I didn't feel good, and well, you guessed it, vomit time! I puked on him, puked on myself, and puked in his car. I was mortified! Of all the things you shouldn't do on a first date, I had broken rule number one.

He pulled over and got me out of the car, and tried cleaning me up the best he could. I sat on the curb, sobbing and apologizing, as he scooped the vomit out of the front seat with his jacket. I blew it; I'll never see him again.

As he drove, I couldn't even look at him, let alone speak. I was so ashamed and humiliated with myself. He kept telling me not to worry about it; I just stared out the window, sniffling, tears rolling down my cheeks. The drive seemed to take forever, but we finally got to my house, and he walked me to the front door to make sure I got in safe.

"I'll call you. Hope you feel better," he said as he patted my shoulder.

I couldn't even say anything back. What could I say? I grinned sheepishly and shut the door; no goodnight kiss.

I got in the shower and scrubbed myself, crying the entire time. After I finished and dried myself off, I brushed my teeth twice and chugged some mouthwash. I sunk into bed, popped the Cure cassette in my walk-man, and cried myself to sleep.

The next day, I stayed in bed until the afternoon, staring at the ceiling and replaying the nightmare over and over in my head. I find the perfect guy, and I blow it, literally, all over him.

"Kim!" I could hear my brother calling me. "Someone's at the door."

Assuming it was one of my friends, I got out of bed and went to see who it was.

There he was, standing on my porch smiling, a bouquet of purple flowers in his hand. And there I was, in my faded-blue sweatpants, my brother's Slayer t-shirt, my hair a complete mess, my eyes swollen and red from hours of non-stop tears. Seeing him made me instantly feel better; I couldn't stop smiling.

"Hi. How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm fine. I think I got it all out last night."

"I'm pretty sure you did," he said as we both laughed.

"These are for you. You said purple was your favorite color, so I thought they might cheer you up."

"I can't believe you did that. Thank you."

I wanted to hug him, kiss him, anything.

"How's your car, by the way?" I asked, nauseous at the thought.

"It's being detailed, so it's fine. I got my dad's truck for the weekend. At least we have a funny story to share," he said with a laugh.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to try again, this time without drinks. Maybe we can grab some burgers and hang out at the beach."

"Really? I would love to," I said, surprised.

"Would you want to do it today?"

"Seriously? I mean, yeah, but are you sure?" I asked in disbelief.

"Only if you feel like it."

"I feel fine. I need to do my hair and make-up and change."

"You don't need make-up," he said, smiling at me.

"Okay, come in a wait for a few minutes, and then I'll be ready."

Rob sat and talked with my brother while I tried to fix myself up as best as possible. I put my hair up in a ponytail, threw on some shorts and a tank-top, and dabbled on some lipgloss. I grabbed my hoodie and purse, he was giving me a second chance, and I wasn't going to fuck it up this time.

We left and headed to get some cheeseburgers and milkshakes. It was a popular spot by the ocean, but we managed to get a table on the patio that looked out at the water. It was casual yet romantic.

He had a way of making me feel at ease like I was the only person that mattered. I felt so comfortable and relaxed around him; I could be myself. I didn't feel the need to impress him; he felt like a life-long friend. His sense of humor killed me; he was the funniest person I ever met and so intelligent; very well-read.

After eating, we drove to the beach and walked along the sand until we reached the jetty. We sat on the rocks, watching the power and beauty of the waves crashing around them as the sun started its descent over the Pacific.

Rob and we're sitting close, talking, when I interrupted him with a question that had been bothering me all day.

"Why did you ask me out? I mean, especially after last night. I just don't get it. You can get any woman you want, and I just got out of high school."

"I wanted to," he said with that engaging smile.

"No, seriously, why me?"

He dropped his head, shaking it as he chuckled.

"I don't know; this is going to sound weird, and I've been thinking about it since last night, but when I look at you, there is something in your eyes that tells me you need me. That I'm supposed to be with you."

I gasped, my eyes welled up with tears. I reached out to grab Rob's hand, squeezing it tight. His words seared into my soul, I tried to speak, but he had taken my breath away. He was right; I didn't want him; I needed him. That's what I had been feeling all along.

I leaned in to kiss him; his soft lips met mine, our mouths gently parting open, our tongues searching freely. That was our first kiss. A magical kiss that every girl dreams of growing up. A kiss that assures you that you have found the one that you were meant to be with.

I rested my head on his shoulder as he put his arm around me. I felt safe, right where I needed to be.

"Do you want to take me back to your place?" I asked.

"We don't have to do anything more. I can take you back home."

"No, I want to. I want to be with you tonight. I don't have a curfew. I can go home whenever," I said, softly stroking his face.

We left the beach and drove to his apartment, holding hands the entire way. I could feel the dampness in my jean shorts, the heat between my legs. I wanted him so bad, but I tried to play it cool and not seem too anxious.

It was dark by the time we reached his place; the sun had just finished setting. Once we got inside, he offered me a soda and turned on some music. I called my parents and told them I was staying at a friend's house. We sat on his couch and talked some more; the nervous sexual tension between us was building. I was never apprehensive about making the first move, but he intimidated me sexually.

After accepting the fact that I needed him, I wanted him even more. I didn't care at that point if it was going to be a one-night stand or the beginning of a relationship; I just had to have him at that moment.

I grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him aggressively; I wanted my desire for him to be known. I threw my leg over and straddled his lap without breaking our kiss. He grabbed my waist, moving his hands up and down my back until he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me deeper. All we had done at this point was make-out. I could have kept kissing him for hours, but my body craved more.

"Let's go to your room," I said, rising from his lap and pulling him up by the hands

"Look, we don't have to do this. I'm not expecting anything. I just like being with you."

"I've wanted you since I first saw you. Don't make me beg," I pleaded playfully.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, then jumped up and locked my legs around his waist, and started kissing him. He walked me to his bedroom with ease, throwing me onto the mattress. He took off his shirt, and I knew right away that this was a man, not a boy. I took off my top, exposing my ample breasts and slightly shaking with anticipation.

Rob crawled onto the bed, hovering over me, giving me that seductive smile. He slowly moved in to kiss me and went directly to my neck, biting down softly, sucking gently. My body shuddered; the burning and tingling in my neck coursed through me, causing me to shudder and moan. I grabbed two handfuls of his hair, pulling him in, his chest pressed into my breasts.

He continued to suck and nibble my neck, slowly moving down to my breasts. My nipples were like pebbles, standing out and begging to be touched. He grabbed one of my breasts with his strong hand and took it into his mouth. I arched my back, crying out.

"Come here; I want to suck your cock," I purred."

"You first," was all he said, as he looked up at me and began kissing and licking his way down my stomach.

Once he reached my shorts, he undid the button with his teeth and pulled them off, along with my panties. I was completely naked now, my youthful body at his service.

Rob kissed my shaved mound, then started kissing my inner thighs while he traced his finger up and down my slit. I ran my fingers through his hair, completely submitting myself to him. My legs were spread wide open; as Rob pulled my lips apart, I could hear the moisture of my cunt. I shivered as his breath blanketed my pussy.

When his tongue first reached my clit, I whimpered. It didn't take long for me to realize that not only did he know what he was doing, but he did it well. I grabbed a fistful of his hair as he worked my clit into orgasmic ecstasy.

As Rob increased his speed on my clit with his tongue, I felt an intense pressure building up inside me. He must have sensed something because he moved his tongue down to my little asshole and pushed it inside. Before I knew it, I was pulling his hair and screaming incoherently, my body was convulsing, and I had exploded all over his face.

Not again! I thought I had pissed on him until he assured me that I had just came. I was so young and naive; I thought it was just an urban myth; I didn't know squirting was real. Once I got over my nerves, and we had a good laugh about it, the flood gates opened. He kept going at my clit, and I kept drenching him and his sheets.

"Stop. Please stop. I can't anymore," I begged.

"Kiss me," I pleaded.

He came up to kiss me, my cum dripping from his hair, his face shining with his reward from a life-altering performance.

As we kissed, I savored the taste of my juices on his lips. I pushed him over and got on top of him, rubbing my hands over his chest while he gripped and kneaded my breasts. When I moved my hand down to grab his cock, I was stunned at what I felt.

"No way," I said, looking up at him with a huge smile.

I undid his shorts and out popped the biggest and thickest cock I had ever seen.

"Jesus, you're huge! I don't know what to say."

"Since you have my dick in your hand, I'm hoping you don't say anything at this moment," he said sarcastically.

Laughing, I stared at his cock, fascinated that I couldn't close my hand around it, wondering how it was going to fit inside me. I grabbed it with both hands and lowered my head, stretching my mouth wide as I took him in. I got lost sucking and jerking his fat dick, my hand squeezing his balls softly. I sucked on one of his balls, making him squirm.

I enjoyed sucking his cock so much that I didn't want to stop; I was in a trance now, slurping and gagging, choking on his girth. I wanted to taste him.

"Cum for baby, please. Give it to me," I begged desperately.

Moaning on his cock and stroking it harder, Rob grabbed the back of my head and grunted as he erupted in my mouth and gagged me with his salty goodness.

"Fuck," I said, his cum gurgling in my throat.

I licked the remaining cum from the corners of my mouth and my lips, Rob's semi-hard cock throbbing in my hand. I gave him a wink as I took his cock in my mouth again, lightly stroking his balls. I sucked him slowly, with passion, reveling at the moment.

"I want to fuck you so bad," I said, looking him in the eye as I licked his balls and handled his meaty shaft.

I could feel his dick getting harder, his skin tighter. Feeling it grow in my hands was making me crave him even more. His cock was enormous, and I wanted to fuck it. I may have been inexperienced, but I wasn't scared.

I moved like a cat up Rob's body until my pussy was gliding over his cock. I braced myself as I moved my hips and adjusted my cunt over the head of his dick. I looked into his eyes as I pushed my body down, trying to take him inside me. I saw a grin come over his face once the head was in, and my body paused.

I let out a sigh as I forced my cunt down his shaft, filling me and stretching my limits. I don't know how or why, but after just a few thrusts of his entire cock, I began to squirt again. After that release, I worked his cock up, down, and around with my swollen pussy. My newly discovered ability to squirt had me addicted.

I rolled onto my back, and Rob got on top of me, his cock vacuum-locked in my cunt. He drove into me with powerful ferocity, and rhythmic fashion, providing a continuous flow of orgasms. I was trying to catch my breath, drowning in euphoria. He responded to my body as if he knew what made me feel good before I did. Every move he made was satisfying, his touch hyper-igniting my senses.

Again, I squirted. My pussy pumping my juices around that beautiful thick cock of his. Rob fucked me harder and faster, rough like he was trying to break me.

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed out. My arms and legs wrapped around his body, holding on for dear life.

"Fuck me, doggy style," I panted.

Rob got off of me; a puddle of my cum had formed around my hips. I got on my hands and knees, arching my back and pushing my ass out. I shook when I felt Rob's hands grab my waist; he made me feel so submissive and helpless.

I felt his cock push into my cunt, accepting him greedily, hungry to be fed again. He slammed into me, my body rocking forward with each primal thrust. Rob gripped my waist, fucking me faster, breathing harder. His dick was punishing my barely-legal pussy.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled out.

I could feel the warm spray of cum decorating my back, my ass, and my neck. Rob collapsed on top of me, both of us exhausted, smiling, fully satisfied. I felt so close to him at that moment; I wanted to stay there forever.

Rob curled up behind me, his cock pressed against my ass cheeks, pulling the comforter over us and wrapping me in his arms. We fell asleep like that, and it was right where I wanted to be.

I woke the following day to the smell of coffee and bacon; Rob had made breakfast for us. We sat on the couch and ate our breakfast, and watched the Three Stooges. It felt right, he felt right, he felt like home.

"You're going to marry me, aren't you," I asked, sure of myself.

Rob just shook his head and laughed

"Yeah, you will, I can tell," I said, taking the last bite of my toast.

I am pleased to say that I was right; twenty-eight years later, we are still together. I still get butterflies when he looks at me a certain way; he still takes my breath away with his words, the sex is still mind-blowing, and most of all, I still need him.