You: dirt biking

You finally manage to get out, “I’ll text you. Is Friday night okay?”

It was settled. You spend all evening wondering what to do, making a long list of ideas and then scratching them off one by one. It's difficult to find something you haven't already done platonically with her. Finally, you settle on one that you think will surprise her, and be a good match for her fun-loving personality.

“I’ve gotta admit,” laughs Amy when she sees the dirt bike course. “This is a pretty original date idea, Michael.”

You spend a good two hours revving your way along different routes through the pine forest as the sun sets. Amy is more of a match than you expected, and she challenges you to a friendly race. Of course, you accept. By the final lap, the two of you are neck-a-neck, and it's absolutely thrilling. However, as you round one of the steeper corners, Amy tries to undercut you on the inside only to have her bike spin out, sending her tumbling to the ground. You break just in time to avoid crashing yourself, and leap off your bike to attend to her.

"Amy, are you okay?"

To your relief she takes off her helmet, shaking out her long, silky red hair, and laughs broadly.

"I'm fine! ...Ah, ow!" she exclaims as she tries to get up.

"Are you okay?" you ask worriedly, wrapping an arm around her back protectively.

Her pained expression is replaced by a quick smile. "Fine. I'm just a bit battered and bruised. Don't be sorry - every twinge makes me think of you, and that's certainly worth a few bruises."

"Looks like your bike didn't do so well though," you remark, glancing at Amy's steed, which must have flown off to be firmly bashed by a tree, judging by the crumpled frame.

"Guess I'll just have to ride with you then." She gives you a foxy grin.

It's a tight squeeze, getting you both onto the light one-seater bike, especially for Amy's soft tits which are squished right up against your back. With her graceful hands around your waist, and her warm breath on your neck, you struggle to focus on driving the remainder of the treacherous course.

Eventually you return to the center, somewhat disappointed to have Amy peel herself off your back as you apologetically let an employee know about the wrecked bike. After cuddling in a taxi on the way back to town, it's dinner at Nando’s, which turns out to be the perfect compromise between a romantic sit-down meal and something relaxed and cheerful. As you eat and chat, Amy's eyes are riveted on yours, and you could swear sometimes she looked like she was approaching rapture in your presence.

By the end of the night, you feel that new, adult dynamic to your relationship stronger than ever before. As you accompany her home, ever the gentleman, you feel a growing **** to let her out of your sight, but you console yourself with hopes of a second date. As a result, you are rather caught off guard when she slyly asks,

“So, Michael… wanna come in and join me?”