I have ginger curly hair that falls past my shoulders, and people always say my figure is perfect, like a ten out of ten. I live in a cozy apartment in Yekaterinburg with my roommate Lena. We share everything, including our fluffy grey cat named Marshmallow. He sleeps between us most nights. I spend my free time drawing portraits in my sketchbook or knitting soft scarves and hats. It's calm, creative, the way I like life. When I was fifteen, I had this dream that changed everything. I saw a guy clearly, like he was standing right in front of me. Tall, dark eyes, gentle smile, wearing a black jacket. He looked at me like I was the only person in the world. I woke up shaking, heart pounding. From that day, he became my secret idol. I knew somehow I would meet him one day . I decided then and there to keep my virginity for him. No one else deserved it. Boys at school tried talking to me, asking me out, but I always smiled politely and said no. My friends thought I was too picky. Some called me cold. One girl even spread rumors that I was waiting for a prince. I didn't care. I held onto the dream. I never dated. Never kissed anyone. I stayed pure, imagining him finding me. Time passed. I turned eighteen two weeks ago. One evening, Lena showed me a website on her phone. It was a casting studio in the city that shoots adult videos. She laughed and said it was crazy stuff. I scrolled through the photos just for fun. Then I froze. There he was. The exact guy from my dream. Same face, same eyes, same everything. He worked there as a model or performer. My hands shook. It felt like fate screaming at me. I didn't tell Lena right away. I waited, thought about it every night. I knew I had to go there. Not just to see him, but to finally let go of waiting. To step into something real. Today I walked into the studio, two weeks after turning 18. I wasn't shy at all. The woman at the desk asked why I'm here and why I'm still a virgin at eighteen. I told her the whole story. The dream, the promise to myself, seeing him on the site. She smiled and said they would check everything. They took me to the room. Lights were bright but warm. I started undressing slowly. It felt unusual at first, being watched like that, but exciting too. When I slid my panties down, I even shook my ass a little, playful, feeling bold. I have a tiny ginger bush down there, neat and soft. I posed for them, turning, arching my back, showing every curve. My body looked stunning under the lights. Then they asked to check my hymen to confirm I'm really a virgin. They asked about my hottest fantasy. I told them straight: I love the idea of someone peeping at me from a distance, or from the side, or behind. Watching without me knowing at first, then maybe catching their eye. It makes me wet just thinking about it. They let me sit on the couch. I spread my legs a bit, touched myself slowly at first. My fingers circled, then moved faster. I pictured eyes on me, hidden, hungry. The thought pushed me over. Heat built quick. I moaned soft, then louder. My body tensed, shook. Orgasms hit hard, one after another, until I was breathless and smiling.