I met Michelle during my third year of college. She was in several of my Psychology classes and it wasn't long before we started talking and began to develop a friendship. The fact that I was in my mid 30's and looked like a Hells Angel didn't seem to bother her, and I've always had a weak spot for petite blondes with big smiles and cute butts.
Just before spring break we had a big test in one of our Psychology classes. Neither of us was doing very well in the class and we spent most of the week before in the Library studying for what promised to be a killer test. On the Thursday night before the test as we were leaving the library Michelle suggested that we have dinner the next night as a celebration of the test. That sounded good to me. I asked what she would like for dinner and she said she would take care of it, as long as she could cook it at my house. I was fine with that and looked forward to a nice dinner.
We both breezed through the test and after class Michelle was waiting for me. We headed out to my place, her following my bike in her car. Part of me (a small part) fantasized about what it would be like to make love to her, but the logical part of my mind said forget it. Young College girls don't sleep with grizzled bikers.
We got to the house and I showed her to the kitchen. After asking where the things she needed were located she turned around and told me to leave her to the cooking. I started to walk past her when she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I have never been kissed like that. Her lips were very light and her tongue just brushed my lips and then was gone. She looked in my eyes and smiled. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time, ever since I had a dream about you." "What kind of dream?" "A very erotic one." She said and shoved me out of the kitchen. "Go put on some music and let me fix you dinner." I headed out of the kitchen with my mind racing and my dick looking forward to the evening.
About an a half an hour later she came out of the kitchen, "Dinner is in the oven and will be ready in about an hour, now how bout that motorcycle ride you've been promising me." I was thinking of another kind of ride myself, but an hour on the bike is always a good thing. I grabbed her a leather jacket and we headed out on my favorite bike, a 1947 Indian Chief, kick start, suicide shift and a big saddle that put the passenger right up against my back. Michelle grabbed hold and off we went. The longer we rode the closer she got and I was sure enjoying the feeling of her firm little tits against my back and her long legs opened around me as we shared the seat and the ride.
I pulled back into the driveway after 45 minutes of riding. "Good timing" she said, "Dinner should be ready in a few minutes." I aim to please" "I hope so", she said, and then kissed me again, this time with more fire than the first time. Her tongue didn't just brush my lips it explored my mouth, her leg moved between mine putting her pussy over my thigh and letting her rub against my growing cock. Then suddenly she broke the kiss, "Better get dinner before it burns" she said her cheeks flushed and her voice suddenly taking on a husky out of breath tone. I watched her cute ass as she headed into the house, thinking that this was shaping up to be quite an evening.
The table was set when I walked in, and Michelle was coming out of the bathroom. Her face was still flushed, and it was apparent that the bra she was wearing when she arrived was gone, her nipples showing through her thin shirt, and standing very tall. I opened a bottle of wine while she served dinner and we sat down to eat. It didn't take long for the dream she had mentioned to come up in conversation. I asked her to tell my about it and she blushed, "It was in my dorm room, I was on my bed and you were, ah, kind of kissing me", and she blushed even deeper. "What do you mean kind of kissing you."
