Growing up in a small Midwest town in the 1980s, like many other small towns, there wasn't a lot for a young man to do. I had a few friends that we would hang out with, drag Main Street that was six blocks long, waving at everyone each time we drove by, and eventually park at a parking lot to talk. This was pretty much a nightly occurrence during the summer.

There weren't many places to work, but I had a job at one of the few fast food joints in town, flipping burgers and making French fries. I had good friends there, so it seemed OK. I wasn't really athletic, so I wasn't super popular in high school, but I got good grades and worked hard, so I got by.

This is where I met her, Leah. Leah was like me; she wasn't athletic but worked hard, but she didn't get the best grades, although she didn't push herself too hard either. She was an only child, raised by a single mom and a stepdad she didn't always get along with. She was short, 5 foot 4, only 120 pounds, with dark, shoulder-length hair and brown eyes. She was known for having a wild side that I hoped to find out if it was true.

She worked the drive-thru or the front counter while I worked in the back. We worked many nights and weekends together, often the closing shift, and had to make sure everything was in order for the opening the next day. This would keep us up until closing at 11:00 pm. Leah and I would often tease each other, especially after closing time. She would always say, fuck you, and my response was, always when and where.

This went on for a few weeks and as my name implies, I was kind, even back then, so I was slow to make my move. Many nights we would go to my truck after work and make out in the dark parking lot away from the lights of the parking lot and the tinted windows gave us a sense of privacy.

Then it happened. After closing and fooling around in the parking lot, she said let's go for a drive out in the country. After the 15-minute drive out of town, down a deserted dead-end road that we knew we would not be seen, we started a heavy make-out session. She loved having her small, perky boobs caressed and fondled. She was rubbing me as well, and my hands were all over her while we kissed each other like there was no tomorrow.

I got her pants unbuttoned with trembling fingers as I found my way to the spot I was looking for. It was my first time reaching this far and it didn't take long for me to know why all the guys talked about it. She was moaning and extremely wet as I fingered her pussy as she started to fumble with my belt. I continued to rub her until she told me to stop, as it was her turn to make me happy.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I helped her pull my jeans down to my knees as she pulled out my hard cock while she stroked it to its full glory. I asked her if she wanted to fuck, and she said she had something else in mind. I was so worked up that I didn't know how much longer I could hold off. It didn't take me long to figure out what she had in mind as she bent over and dropped her head to my lap, and put my throbbing cock into her mouth as she continued to stroke me. I put both my hands on the back of her head as she bobbed up and down until I knew I could not last, and I told her I was cumming. She didn't stop until I shot load after load down her throat, and she did not waste a drop. She raised back up in the bench seat as I pulled my pants back up and asked how I liked that. I told her it was fucking awesome and thanked her as she was straightening up as well.

Since we had closed, driven out of town, and got each other off, we decided it was best to get back to town and get her home. I drove back into town on the highest of highs and got her home safely. I gave her a quick kiss and told her I would talk to her tomorrow.

That was the start of a two-year relationship that produced many similar wild nights, which I will write about if the feedback is positive.