You give her a ride. She really enjoys it

"I am going to town, or at least I'm going through town," you answer carefully. "But on a motorcycle. Probably not what you're looking for."

"That would be so cool!" she says happily. "I love motorcycles! But my parents get so weird about them! I'd love a ride! Please Dean Hawkfeather!"

"It won't do your hairstyle much good," you chuckle, looking at her perfect hair.

"That's what hair brushes and mirrors are for," she answers with a giggle then suddenly does a mediocre Princess Leia imitation. "Please sir, you're my only hope."

"As you wish," you smile. "The bike's over there. I'll go get my extra helmet for you."

"Oh that's ok!" she stops you, putting a hand on your arm. "It's not far to town and I bet you're an expert rider. Can we just go? Please Dean?"

You look at her doubtfully thinking that it's not a good idea to let her on the bike without a helmet. You're sure Diana Naylor will have several things to say about it if she finds out, and you're about to resist and go get the helmet when Cindy's eyes flicker at you with pleading promise. She's right, it's not far to town and you are damn good on the bike. The danger is minimal.

"Alright, come on. Let's get you to town."

"Oh thank you so much!" she laughs, clapping her hands as she follows you to your bike. She climbs on behind you, wrapping her arms around your chest as you kick the bike to life. She gives a happy little squeak and tightens her grip as the engine rumbles beneath you.

"It's so loud!" she yells in your ear. "And it vibrates!" You nod silently, rolling the bike off it's kickstand and slowly driving it out of the garage. You accelerate down the lane to the campus gates, feeling Cindy pressing herself tightly against your back.

"Oh Wow! This is so cool!" she squeals. You can feel her rocking on the seat behind you, and you smile at the knowledge that the rugged vibration of the bike is exciting her. She's not the first woman who has enjoyed a ride behind you, and it's often led to an even more exciting ride, but you remind yourself that this time it's just a quick trip to take her to her friends, then on to other things.

"Oh My God!" Cindy moans as you open the throttle as you head down the road to town. Her fingers are digging into your chest and she's grinding herself against you and the seat as she clings to you. "Oh God Dean! This Feels So Good!"

Grinning, you open the throttle a little more, the engine vibrating with a thick liquid tremor. Cindy is groaning now, her face pressed against your back, her fingers clutching you as she rubs herself on the seat. "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck," she moans hungrily, nuzzling at your back, one hand stroking down your chest and over your belly, plainly heading for your cock.

"Oh Fuck Dean It Feels So Good! I'm Gonna Come! Oh Fuck I'm Gonna Come! Go Faster, Please Go Faster!" You let the throttle out a little more and she wails, bucking against you and the seat, one hand squeezing your cock through your jeans. You know that if you stopped you could pull her jeans down and bend her over the bike, fucking her stupid as she squealed with happy orgasms. Or squealed with more happy orgasms, you grin. She's in a frenzy, rubbing and bucking on the seat as she bites your back, howling in joy as she rides the bike as though its a huge vibrating lover between her thighs.

"Where do you want me to drop you?" you call over your shoulder.

"What? Oh God...don't stop...not yet...Oh Fuck Another! Another! Oh Fuck! Oh Sweet Fuck! Holy Shit Dean! Holy Shit!" She's bucking and writhing madly behind you, squeezing and stroking your thickening cock with one hand as she surrenders to her spasms. The idea of finding a secluded place and fucking her little brains out grows more appealing with each passing second. The town is less than a mile ahead, and if you're going to sample her you'd best do it soon.