The summer I turned 21 was one I would never forget.

By then, I had grown from the funny, chubby kid everyone remembered into a handsome, strong young man, thanks in large part to working construction. I still hadn’t decided what I wanted to do with my life. While some of my friends took off to university, I stayed behind in my hometown.

It all started on July 28, 2006.

My uncle had gotten me a job with a concrete company. It was hard work, but it paid cash. Forty dollars an hour. At the time, that was huge. Most people I knew were making $7.50 an hour, which was minimum wage. Three years of heavy lifting and constant physical work had forged me into a machine. A handsome one, I liked to think. I was a long way from the chubby kid everyone remembered.

“LET’S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” the site superintendent yelled.

We lined up to collect our pay for the week. The boss stepped out of his F650 with a handful of envelopes and his usual angry expression. I hung back, finishing my cigarette while I waited for the line to thin out.

“Kid, I heard you stayed late the other night fixing that fuckup,” he said in his raspy voice.

“Yeah, it was a shit job. Had to tear it up and start again.”

He laughed. “Yeah, well, nobody wants to do the shit jobs, but those are the ones that pay the most.”

He handed me a thick envelope.

“Don’t spend it all on hookers and blow. And tell your piece of shit uncle to call me,” he added with an affection you would never have guessed from his words.

I hopped in my truck and drove home.

I loved that truck. It was an all black F150 with limo tint on the windows, a 1,200 watt amp, and two 12 inch subs. Paid for in full, in cash, of course. It also had a bench seat, perfect for catching some sleep on lunch breaks.

Once I got home, I went through my usual Friday routine. Sleep, shit, shower, shave. By the time I was ready, it was around 8 p.m., the beginning of what would become a very long night.

I headed over to my friend Rob’s house.

Truthfully, Rob was an asshole. Unfortunately, he was also the neighbourhood weed dealer, and I needed him. If he liked you and you were in his good graces, he would give you anything. If you weren’t, you were nothing to him.

We had gone to high school together, although I graduated a year earlier. His parents were older, and he somehow got away with just about everything. His garage had become a hangout for all kinds of debauchery.

I approached the side entrance and heard a loud “BROTHER!” from somewhere inside a cloud of bong smoke.

I shook his hand and asked for my usual half ounce.

He pulled out his new Nokia phone and called someone, which struck me as odd.

“It’ll be right down in a minute,” he said.

I laughed. “What, do you have someone working for you now?”

A moment later, I heard the door open. I expected some dude to come walking down, but instead, a skinny redheaded girl with milky white skin appeared, about 5 feet tall. She had small, perky tits beneath a white tube top and a small, round ass filling out a pair of black leggings.

“Here you go, babe,” she said, kissing Rob on the cheek.

Rob tossed me the baggie of flower, and I immediately opened it to smell that night’s selection.

“Brother, meet my girlfriend, Mira.”

I looked up at the cute 18-year-old ginger standing there with her hands behind her back. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples showed slightly through her tube top. I smiled and held out my hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

She smiled back and slipped her tiny, soft hand into mine before going to pack herself a bowl.

The night rolled on. I indulged in more than a few substances while people came and went. A couple of times, I caught Mira looking at me. She would smile, then quickly look away, but I didn’t think much of it.

Before I knew it, it was 4 a.m. Time always moved differently in Rob’s garage. It could feel like 11 p.m. for hours.

“SHIT!” Mira exclaimed. “I was supposed to be home three hours ago.”

Rob, who was in no shape to drive, answered with a careless, “I’ll call you a cab.”

I could tell she didn’t like that response. An argument followed.

“I don’t know what the fuck you want me to do,” Rob said.

“Nothing. It’s fine. I’ll figure it out.”

Feeling like it was time for me to hit the road too, I stood up and started gathering my things.

“Hey, which way are you going?” Mira asked softly.

Rob looked at her. “Don’t bother him with your shit. Just stay over.”

“I can’t, you asshole. You know that.”

I told her where I was headed, and she smiled. It turned out she lived only about ten minutes from my house.

“Can you give me a ride home?”

“Not a problem,” I replied.

I left the garage and walked toward my truck. I couldn’t make out what was being said behind me, but I heard muffled yelling, followed by the garage door slamming shut.

I started the truck and saw Mira approaching with her arms crossed and a pouty expression. She climbed in and immediately said, “He can be such a fucking asshole sometimes.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, that’s Rob.”

As we drove back toward our area, we talked mostly about Rob and the way he made her feel. Eventually, I had to ask.

“Why are you with him if he makes you feel like that?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I guess I wanted to date an older guy.”

I laughed. “So you picked one of the biggest man children around?”

She laughed and gave my bicep a light tap.

“Ow,” she said, pulling her hand back. “What are you made of, stone?”

Then she grabbed my arm again to feel it.

I laughed, but I’d be lying if I said her touching me wasn’t making me extremely horny.

As we turned into her subdivision, Mira asked if we could pull over and have a cigarette.

“Sure,” I said.

I pulled over and rolled down the windows. A cool breeze drifted into the cab. It wasn’t exactly cold, but it was enough to make Mira move closer.

“I’m cold,” she said, shivering.

Without giving it much thought, I draped my arm over her shoulders, my cigarette still in my other hand. As I did, my hand grazed her hard nipple. I almost said something, then decided against it.

“Mmm, that’s better,” she said, taking a drag of her cigarette.

Now, I wasn’t a fool. By that point, I’d lost a few girls to cheating and wrecked a few relationships myself. But this was my weed dealer’s girlfriend, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to ruin that relationship.

Mira rested her head on my shoulder. The streetlight caught her red hair, making it look especially vivid against her milky white skin.

“You know, I always pictured myself with a guy who had a truck,” she said with a giggle.

“Really? Rob’s BMW doesn’t do it for you?” I asked, chuckling.

“Well, I didn’t say that.” She smiled and played with her hair. “But I do like a strong man who isn’t afraid of work.”

At that point, I knew exactly what was happening. I also knew I had a choice.

I glanced at her porcelain skin, her fiery red hair, and those perky tits. Then she looked up at me.

After a moment’s hesitation, I leaned in and kissed her.

Expecting a slap, I pulled back slightly, almost wincing. Instead, she grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me toward her. Within seconds, we were making out aggressively. Our tongues intertwined, swirling into each other. Her faint moans started driving me wild.

I pulled her tight body into my lap, and she straddled me. Her nipples pressed against my chest, and I couldn’t help getting hard. She could obviously feel it too, because she started grinding her pussy against my cock through my jeans.

She let out a small moan, moving back and forth as we kissed deeply. I reached down to adjust my now rock-hard cock and noticed the front of my jeans was wet.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet,” I said, slightly out of breath.

“I can’t take it anymore. I want you to fuck me,” she said fiercely.

I gave it about two seconds of thought before scrambling to undo my belt and free my cock. I wasn’t huge, but I was definitely above average. About 6.5 inches long, four around, and cut.

As soon as it was out, Mira grabbed it and began licking and sucking the tip. I remember thinking that if her warm, wet mouth felt this tight, her pussy must be a pinhole. Her tiny hands made my cock look enormous.

After about five minutes of sucking and stroking, she came up for air, breathless, her hair slightly dishevelled. Watching a girl I barely knew wipe spit from her chin after having my cock in her mouth was incredibly hot.

Mira started pulling off her leggings and little black g-string. She only managed to get one leg out before climbing back onto my lap. I noticed a small tuft of red pubic hair trimmed into a landing strip. It felt like an invitation.

“HOLD ON!” I exclaimed. “What about protection?”

Getting a girl pregnant had been described to me as practically a death sentence by more than a few tradesmen on construction sites. Their horror stories had terrified me enough that I made a point of always wearing a condom.

She scoffed impatiently. “I’m on birth control. Now fuck me.”

In that moment, all those warnings fell out of my head.

I grabbed Mira and guided my cock into her dripping wet pussy. She let out a low moan and tilted her head back. I could feel her pussy pulsating as I slowly pushed into her.

I eased all the way into her tight, wet hole, then began pumping. Each stroke made a wet, gushing sound.

After a couple of minutes of slow strokes, Mira shifted into a squat and began bouncing vigorously.

I tried desperately to focus on not blowing my load right then. As she kept bouncing, I could feel her juices dripping down my shaft and balls, pooling beneath my ass.

My poor bench seat, I thought.

But this pussy was worth it.

Mira suddenly slammed herself down, clenching around me and digging her nails into my back. She ground back and forth on my shaft, which was now hitting her cervix. A guttural moan escaped her as her body began trembling. I felt more of her juices release in hot, pulsating squirts that matched the convulsions running through her.

“I want to taste your cum,” she said, her voice almost animalistic.

With those words, I grabbed her tight, wet ass and started lifting her up and down my shaft, from tip to balls.

She moaned a little louder with each stroke until I finally grunted, “You’re going to make me cum.”

As soon as she heard that, she climbed off my lap and wrapped her mouth around the tip of my swelling cock. I could feel her tongue swirling as I shot rope after rope into her tiny mouth.

After about five ropes, she paused, keeping her mouth on me while stroking my shaft as though she were milking out every last drop. When she finally pulled away, and sat up. She audibly swallowed everything I had released, then wiped the corners of her mouth. She then gave me a devilish little smirk.

I swear I was so lightheaded from coming that hard, and that much, that I almost passed out.

She giggled and leaned in for a passionate kiss. I could taste her Sweet juices mixed with my cum. That probably would have repulsed some guys, but in the heat of the moment, I didn’t care. We kept making out for another couple of minutes. I could tell it turned her on too, because she kissed me back even harder.

By then, it was almost 5:30 a.m.

Mira collected herself and slipped her leg back into her leggings. Then she fixed her hair while looking in the rearview mirror. I tucked myself back into my pants, fastened my belt, and drove the rest of the way to her house.

As we pulled up, she flashed me that devilish grin.

“Thanks for the ride.”

She popped open the door. Still lightheaded, I managed a dazed smile.

“Anytime.”

She had started walking away when she suddenly turned and hurried back toward the truck.

“By the way, I’m throwing a little party next Saturday. You should come. You’ll get to meet my friends,” she said with a wink.

Before I could answer, she leaned through the driver’s window and kissed me on the lips.

“Goodnight,” she said, giggling. I then felt something drop into my lap.

Then she turned and walked up the driveway. I watched her tight little ass sway back and forth until she disappeared through the front door. When I looked down into my lap I realized she had dropped her soaked black G-String. My cock twitched as I picked it up.

I drove home in complete silence, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Was that just revenge sex? What the fuck am I going to do if Rob finds out?

But those questions faded whenever I remembered her moaning as she bounced her sopping wet pussy up and down my cock.

I glanced at the massive wet patch spread across the bench seat and shook my head.

Little did I know, that would not be my last experience with Mira. And I had no idea what else that summer had in store for me.

Part 2 to follow.