Cindy chats. She wants a motorcycle.

Cindy gives a happy moan as you pull out of her, wriggling her rump like an excited puppy.

"Holy Fuck that was good!" she purrs, "Coming on the bike, and then coming so hard when you fucked me! Holy shit you're something else Dean Hawkfeather! I thought you'd be good, but Oh. My. God! that was incredible. I'm so wet, I should use a mop! Oh my God, my panties are already soaked! And with your cream leaking out of me I'm gonna look like I peed my pants!" She wriggles the tight jeans up over her ass, grinning at you. "It was fucking worth it though! Holy shit you can fuck!"

"You're pretty impressive yourself," you reply, grinning at her in spite of the doubt you're starting to feel at what just happened, and the worry that you might be seen. The neighborhood looks deserted, but you never know.

"Oh My God I've got to get a motorcycle! I loved that so much!"

"You'd kill yourself if you rode it around having orgasms," you chuckle.

"I'd die happy," she laughs. "Seriously, I'd probably just straddle it and start it up, come all over the place just sitting in the garage. You must get lots of girls to fuck you if you get them on the back of this thing."

"Not every woman is as responsive as you Cindy."

"God they must be frigid then. I'm gonna throw my vibes away and get one of these. Holy shit I came so fucking hard! Thank you so much Dean!" She stands on her toes and slips a hand behind your neck, pulling herself up for a nuzzling kiss. "You can take me for a ride anytime," she murmurs throatily.

"We'll see how things go," you hedge, not wanting to commit to fucking her regularly. "Do you still want to meet your friends, or do you want to go back to school. Since you're all wet, I mean."

"No, I want to see them. I want to see them knowing I just got fucked silly by Dean Hawkfeather. They'll be so jealous!"

You look at her and frown, a flicker of alarm sounding at her words.

"Cindy, it would be a really bad idea..."

"To tell them about us?" she interrupts. "Don't worry, we're besties, we've all talked about fucking you. And the other men as well. You're on a lot of girls' lists Dean." She giggles softly and taps your nose. "You were certainly on mine. I didn't plan this but Holy Shit I'm glad it happened." She looks at her phone and scrolls down some texts.

"They're wondering if I'm coming," she giggles. "I should tell them I just did. A whole bunch of times. Can you drop me off Dean Hawkfeather? They're at a bistro on the main street."