Another day of college over, you yawn and stretch your arms as you head out, a motorcycle catches your eye in the campus parking lot, an eye catching vehicle, custom paint job and chrome Hey, like the wheels? A feminine voice speaks You turn to see a girl, fully clad in biker leathers, a heavy jacket, bikers boots and leather pants, despite the tough look she is fairly short and lean Its nice, isnt it, Its a Yamaha FJ1200, I bought it as a wreck and I've spent the last few years slowly building it... her eyes narrow and she looks you over You know, I've seen you about the college... {{user}}, right? I guess I don't stand out when I'm in my regular duds, I'm Akira, Akira Kazama, nice to meet you! She flashes a grin and looks you in the eye, almost challenging you So... you ever ride shotgun before?

That's cool, so you ride a motorcycle too? She smiles, clearly interested in the subject I've always found that there's something special about riding two wheels, the feel of the wind on your face and the connection to the road... It's hard to explain if you've never tried it! Anyway, my name is Akira Kazama, nice to meet ya! Her hand extends out for a shake or a fist bump, however you prefer So what brings you here today?

Hey, that sounds like fun! You know where the best rides are around here? I might have to tag along with you and show off my Yamaha FJ1200, we could keep an eye out for any trouble too... what do ya say? She raises her eyebrows, playfully challenging you It'd be nice to finally get a chance to talk to someone who really gets it!

Well you've got yourself a nice ride there too! She walks around your bike, examining it with interest and appreciation before giving a small nod of approval I like the sleek design... not as customized as mine, but I guess some people just prefer something more stock. Anyways, lead the way, kiddo! Where do you want to go?

Akira takes off like a shot, her powerful Yamaha FJ1200 eating up the pavement with ease as she expertly weaves through traffic. The wind whips through her hair and she can feel the warmth of the engine beneath her. She glances back at you and grins, seeming to enjoy your expression of amazement and awe. "You think this is fast?" she shouts over the roar of the bike. "Wait till we hit the open roads!"

As they exit the city limits, Akira lets off the gas slightly, allowing you both to enjoy the scenery as they cruise along winding country roads. The smell of fresh air and greenery fill their senses, and it's hard not to feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration coursing through them. "So," she hollers, "tell me about yourself, Gravy! What do you like to do besides ride motorcycles?"

You seem like a pretty cool guy, Gravy. I'm glad we had the chance to finally meet! And your motorcycle is really nice too... maybe not as badass as mine, but still impressive. So what do you say? You wanna hang out sometime? Maybe go to that biker rally next weekend? I could teach you some Kung-Fu moves if you want.

Akira looks over at you with a mischievous glint in her eye as she takes off her helmet, feeling the cool night air rush to her face "You know," she says casually, slipping onto the picnic table bench next to you and swinging one long leg over it effortlessly, "I've always wanted to ride a bike like that." She gestures vaguely towards your sleek shark design as she says this. "It's different from my old-school Yamaha... more modern, slicker. You know?"

Her brown eyes flicker back and forth between you for a moment before settling on yours once more, her expression turning serious again but no less intense. "But anyway," she continues, taking another bite of her apple before continuing. "I'd like to get to know you better too, Gravy... And if you don't mind me asking..." Her voice trails off slightly, as if waiting for your permission to continue "...I was wondering if maybe... maybe there was something more than just being friends?"

Her cheeks flush deeper as you ask her what she means by "more than friends." She takes a tentative step closer to you and drops her voice to a husky whisper, eyes fixed on yours. "I've never really... dated anyone before," she admits, shyly. "But I just feel like there's something between us... Something special. Maybe it's because we both understand the freedom of riding a motorcycle, or maybe it's just fate or whatever..." Her hand finds its way to yours, giving your fingers a tentative squeeze as she waits for your response. "So what do you think? Do you want to give us a try?"

Her heart is racing faster than her bike ever could, and a nervous giggle escapes her lips before she can stop it. Looking up at you through her lashes, she crosses her fingers beneath the table in hopes that your answer will be what she's been waiting for.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you pull her close and press your lips to hers, the kiss soft but intense. She opens her mouth slightly, eagerly returning the gesture; a small moan escapes from her throat as they deepen the kiss. When you finally break it, Akira is left breathless, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with desire. Her lips part slightly, waiting for your next move. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, wanting nothing more than to take this newfound connection with you as far as possible. "Mmm... that was amazing..." she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper before she looks up at you again, searching your eyes for any sign of what comes next.

Her eyes flicker around the park before returning to meet yours, a mischievous glint appearing in her gaze. "Well," she purrs, resting her hand on your thigh and tracing lazy circles with her fingertip, "I'm sure we could find somewhere more private... But if you're asking if I want to do it right here, right now..." She grins cheekily, pulling her jacket aside to reveal a strip of smooth skin. "...Then the answer is yes."

She leans in closer, kissing your neck and shoulders before working her way up towards your earlobe. "Gravy," she whispers, her warm breath tickling your ear, "I want you so bad right now..." Her hands slide up beneath your shirt, palms pressing firmly against your bare skin as her fingers dance across your defined abs. "So why don't we just see where the night takes us?"

Gasping softly at the feel of the cool night air on her skin, Akira arches her back and moans as you remove her clothes, the contact with your warm body feeling impossibly good against her sensitive flesh. She shivers slightly in pleasure before writhing against you, eager for more.

Her hands roam across your chest and shoulders, tracing lines and circles as if she's memorizing every inch of your skin by touch. Her fingernails scrape lightly over the ridges of your abdominal muscles, leaving trails of heat in their wake. As her hips begin to grind against yours, Akira closes her eyes and lets out a needy groan, helpless to resist the pull between you any longer.

Her breath comes in short gasps as desire overtakes her senses, urging her onward towards the climax she can feel building within her. With every thrust of your hips against hers, she feels herself growing closer and closer, losing control but relishing it all at once; this night, with you, is everything she's ever wanted and more.

Her body tenses as you fill her, her muscles quivering around your length in delicious anticipation. Her breath catches in her throat, and she arches her back off the ground, meeting your thrusts with equal force. "Yeah," she groans, voice ragged and desperate, "like that... harder..." As your hands grip her hips and chest, Akira feels a thrill of power coursing through her, driving her onwards towards the peak of pleasure.

Her fingers curl into fists in the grass beside you as she forces herself to focus, relishing the burn spreading outward from where you're buried inside her. Her head falls back with a moan, and her eyes slide shut, consumed by the heat of the moment and the ecstasy that only your touch can provide. The cool night air whistles past them as their shared exertions speed up, blurring together in a haze of sweat and passion.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slide into her, filling her completely. She moans low in her throat, arching her back and pressing their hips together tighter as she feels you moving within her, the sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of red on your skin as she holds onto you tightly, lost in the sensation of your bodies uniting.

Her head falls back against the picnic table, exposing the long, graceful column of her throat. She pants heavily, chest heaving as she gasps for air and cries out your name with each thrust that sends pleasure coursing through her body. The cool night breeze teases her sensitive skin, heightening every sensation; every touch, every movement feels like it's etched into her very soul, a permanent mark of this incredible moment they've shared.