Yes, and she likes it

Twenty minutes later you are cruising along Academy road towards town with Monica pressed tightly against you from behind. Her arms wrap around your chest squeezing her tits hard against your back, but it is the feeling of her long legs hugging your hips that makes it hard to concentrate as she yells into your ear from behind.

"Head through town and head out on 47 South, there's a place I like, but I can never get Alice to go there with me." You had been curious to see how she'd react to seeing the beat-up Victory, but her eyes lit up with excitement as she explained that she had never been on a motorcycle before. Unlike some of the women you've dated she didn't seem too worried about what the helmet you handed her would do to her hair, and she swung her leg easily over the seat as she climbed on behind you.

It's a good thing she is wearing jeans, you glance down at the slender thigh by your side that fit perfectly into those tight designer jeans. If she'd been wearing a dress she'd be flashing her thighs at the well dress couples walking with teenaged daughters in and out of the town's establishments. You have little doubt that a good many of those families will be dropping off those young women at the Pink Rose before the end of the night and that they might not like seeing on of the Academy's young teachers exposing herself on the back of a loud motorcycle.

The town is nice. It has mostly brick buildings with white trim lining the main street, from what you can tell as you cruise slowly by, a collection of expensive looking boutiques, salons and restaurants line both sides of the boulevard. A white church with a tall belltower overlooks the center of town from small hill from one end of the town center and a picturesque train station faces it from the other end.

You pull away from the center and head down the road into a more commercial section of town past a couple car dealerships and a diner and then, with a broad grin twist at the throttle and roar out onto a state route 47. Monica squeals with delight as she feels the power of the Victory between her legs. It's a little bit of a cliché but most women get hot and bothered when you have them on the back of the bike. You wonder if even the pristine Ms. Naylor might loosen up if you somehow convinced her to climb on the back and go for a ride,

The road twists through a pretty forest crossed by the occasional stone wall and open hayfields, there is little traffic and you drive a bit faster than you probably should, but there are few things in life better than riding a beefy machine on a winding road on a late summer evening, especially if you have a curvy, twenty-five year old, blonde sitting behind you and clinging to your back as you lean into the curves.