Natalie knew she promised. It was a promise she thought she'd never have to honor, but, still, the time had come to be honorable and stand behind her words.

"Thanks, Mom! The dance is Saturday, you have to be there by 7:30 while we set up, and then it winds down at midnight."

Her son's chess club made money by DJ'ing dances once a month. At $2 a person, 200 kids show up, that's $400 a month for them to spend on tournament registration and travel. Natalie and her son, Pete, lived in a rural town of less than 9,000 people, so the chess club had to hire a bus to get to the tournaments; a couple hundred bucks bought very comfortable transportation for the fifteen members.

"But I can leave at midnight, right?"

"Yeah, I think. One teacher or someone with keys sticks around to lock up, so you don't have to help with that I guess."

"You can ride home with me at midnight then, right?"

"Ummm..." His mom was smiling, but he didn't like telling her where he was going. "Some of us are going out after the dance...the school won't let us go past midnight, so we move the dance once we're kicked out of the cafeteria. I'm never home early after a dance..."

"I know. Just be careful, no drinking, no drugs." The warning was not needed; Paul was clean, and never had interest in messing up his brain. It was too useful.

Natalie could feel the rumbling bass when she grasped the door to enter. The sound echoes off the lockers, flowing down the hallways from the cafeteria. The lights were off and the dance had begun already by the time she got through the checkout at the grocery store, unpacked at home, and drove to the school. As she walked the hallways, the music slowly changed from a muted thumping to distinct notes & lyrics. The hall leading to the cafeteria flashed with strobes, and a blue & red lights from police lightbar (legally borrowed from the sheriff) swooped across Natalie and the lockers.

She was happy to have remembered her earplugs during her mad dash out the door. Dale, Paul's friend and local audio-guru, seemingly doubled the wattage of the soundsystem with each dance. Natalie had been warned ahead of time, and was wise to heed Paul's suggestion of ear protection. Paul was standing behind the turntables, mixing and scratching as good as can be learned from library books.

A man in his mid thirties approached Natalie, arm outstretched. His mouth moved, but no sounds came out.

Natalie removed one earplug and cupped her ear, leaning closer to hear.

"I'm Mr. Burnett, Michael Burnett, um...you can call me Mike. Paul's physics teacher."

Natalie took his hand and shook it, smiling. Paul was frustrated with Physics, but she was pleased it was a challenge; Paul thought school was boring, well behind where his intelligence has led him, but physics class was just what he needed to prevent Paul from straying away from his studies.

"So, you're the only teacher they could recruit, huh?"

"Sorry to say, yes. Tonight's the rancher's banquet, so most everyone else either went with a spouse or owned steers themselves. That left me out, I guess, big city guy in a small town. Sorry we had to interrupt your evening, it's just that the school requires two adults to chaperone."

"Not at all - I owed Paul a favor, and this is it."

As the night progressed, Natalie and Mike had their work cut out for them. A fight was disbanded (although it probably moved to the truck stop parking lot down the street), a few beers were confiscated, and, of course, inappropriate groping discouraged.

Natalie didn't really see the point of scolding the kids for touching, but, again, school rules took priority. When hands roamed under a shirt, lips touched, or hips rocked against each other, Natalie was expected to step in and put a stop to it.Still, it was tame compared to what the kids could be doing on a Saturday night, unsupervised in basements and back seats.

"I mean, this is a dance, how do you draw the line?" she asked Mike, rhetorically. The dance was winding down. Kids with curfews had wandered away and the troublemakers had been evicted, so Natalie and Mike had sat down in a far corner of the cafeteria.

"I know. It's the town, it's very prudish, and they don't realize kids will be kids. Nobody remembers what they were like when they were seventeen."

"I sure do. I loved going to dances, to flirt with the guys, sneak a kiss, it was all in fun. If they're here dancing, they won't run into trouble, like..."

"Like what?"

"Well, I don't mean to give you my life story, but I had Paul my senior year. The dad disappeared off to college, and we don't hear anything from him. Dancing doesn't lead to sex; leaving kids alone with each other leads to sex."

Through the crowd, Mike could see a seated couple making out, illuminated briefly as the police light swooped by. He stood up and sauntered around the dancers.

Natalie didn't want to admit it, but she was a bit excited by seeing kids doing those sorts of things. It reminded her of what it felt like in her youth, before her life turned serious. The excitement of not knowing what you're doing, the fear that you're going to do something to hurt or piss off your boyfriend, that electricity of the first kiss with someone, it all came rushing back to her.

Mike was back. "They thought they were being sneaky. You couldn't see it from here, but he had his hand up her skirt, too." The two kids were still sitting next to each other, but they were being more discrete about their busy hands.

"I'll bet he was embarrassed," Natalie said, "caught like that. Wouldn't you?"

"I HAD been caught like that, in high school, and it was horrible. We were....um....never mind."

"No, you have to tell me now. I told you my dirty secret about high school, now yours!"

"It's just...so stupid. We were in the bathroom, she snuck into the boy's room with me during class, and a teacher walked in and found us. He noticed two pairs of pants down around two sets of ankles under the stall door. He was surprised too; I think he thought we were two gay boys going at it."

"Around your ankles? Were you having sex in school?"

Mike laughed. "No, I don't think either of us even knew what to do to have sex. We were pretty much just playing doctor."

Natalie got up and walked over to a couple dancing a little too close, tapping the guy on the shoulder. They slid apart, just enough to satisfy Natalie.

"I suppose you and your high-school sweetheart never snuck off during class?" Mike asked on Natalie's return.

Natalie put her hand on Mike's shoulder and shoved him playfully. "I shouldn't even say anything, since I graduated here. You've got to keep a secret."

Mike nodded.

"Frankly, Paul was probably conceived in the locker room."

Mike let out a laugh loud enough that the kids on the dance floor turned to look at him & Natalie.

"Um...sorry," Mike apologized.

"No, I guess I just have regrets about high school, so I don't think it's very funny."

"And I don't doubt there's more than just Paul who has been conceived on school grounds. Put it behind you."

"You're probably right. I mean, if a smart guy like you can do stupid stuff like that, I guess I'm not that bad."

"Smart guys like me? We're lucky to get a girl to pay ANY attention to us. We jump at any opportunity we can get to be with a woman."

"Really?"

Mike paused, staring at Natalie. He knew what she was thinking, and he didn't really like where the conversation was going. All night, he had been watching Natalie, wishing he could have a dance with her, slide close to her, run his fingers through her black hair, slip a hand up her shirt, push his crotch against--

But in the school, here, now, was not the place. Paul was his student, so Mike wasn't in any position to say anything inappropriate to Natalie. He probably had already crossed that line.

"Well, not literally 'any,' but you get what I mean."

Natalie nodded, and changed the subject.

Twelve o'clock came, and the lights were turned on. She and Mike had been talking most of the night, so she waited around rather than leaving right away. Paul packed up his equipment and his friends loaded it in the back of a pickup, off to destinations unknown.

"Could you help me check the halls, make sure everyone's gone? I hate walking into the girl's room."

"Sure, Natalie replied. They started at the far end of the school, her walking through the girl's bathroom, and him in the boy's. Natalie and Mike worked their way back to the cafeteria end of the school, but when Natalie came out of the last girl's room, Mike wasn't there.

She waited a bit, then called Mike's name. He didn't answer, so stepped into the boy's room.

Natalie could hear something, but she couldn't figure out the direction. Quietly, she walked along, looking under each stall. At the last one, the door suddenly opened. Mike jumped with surprise, and Natalie yelped in shock.

"Oh, my god - I'm sorry!" She pleaded.

"No, really....um.....don't worry about it, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken so long." A quick look around, and Natalie had an idea of what had delayed Mike. The toilet wasn't flushed, it hadn't been used, and he had a bulge in his pants. When she had called his name, she interrupted him while masturbating.

Natalie smirked at Mike. "What were YOU doing?" she knowingly asked.

Mike turned red. "I was just using the bathroom...I hadn't gone all night, and..."

"You didn't flush, " Natalie leaned comically towards the toilet, "and you didn't leave anything behind..."

"Just stop, I know what you think I was doing..um...and..."

"And what?"

She stepped closer to Mike. He stepped away, back into the stall.

"Come on now...just leave me alone. Can you blame me? Watching those kids make out, talking about sex with you, I just got..."

"Got what?"

"Stop that."

Natalie put out a hand and touched his shoulder. He pushed it away and stepped back again, stumbling against the toilet.

Natalie was now far enough inside that she closed the stall door behind her and latched it.

"I hope no scary teachers come find us, Mike," Natalie said, unbuttoning her slacks.

Mike opened his mouth to object, but couldn't muster any words.

Natalie slid her pants down to her ankles, leaving her white cotton panties on. She started unbuttoning her shirt.

"Come on, now, Mike, if I show you mine, you got to show me yours."

He unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. His boxers hung away from his body, pushed out by his erection.

Natalie's bra latched in the front; she unhooked it and pulled the cups away from her breasts. For an instant, Mike saw her full breasts, plump and round, before her unbuttoned shirt draped back over them.

She reached out to Mike's boxers and spread open the fly, allowing his cock to spring free. Natalie ran her fingers along it's underside.

"This is wrong...." Mike whispered.

Natalie pulled down her panties and shuffled closer to Mike. "How come?"

"If I get caught, God, with a parent in the boy's bathroom, the mother of one of MY students, I'd..."

Natalie took Mike's hands and lifted them to her breasts.

"Who's going to catch us?" Natalie's hand was wrapped around Mike's cock, ready to finish what he had started without her.

She bent down and licked the tip of his dick, tasting precum. Mike moaned, and then gasped.

He heard the noisy wheels of the night janitor's cart in the hallway.

"Carol can catch us, that's who!"

Frantically they dressed themselves. Mike peeked out of the bathroom first, to see Carol's janitorial cart parked outside the girl's room, across the hall.

"The coast is clear..." Mike said, and he & Natalie dashed down the hallway and out the door.

Outside, in the cool air, Mike and Natalie burst out laughing. Natalie threw her arms around Mike and gave him a big kiss.

Mike gently pushed her away. "I don't think this is right. Not now, while Paul's in my class."

Natalie understood. She nodded, punched Mike in the shoulder, and walked to her car. Mike stayed at the end of the sidewalk, watching Natalie until she started her car and backed out of her parking spot.

- - - - -

Another favor was owed to Paul. Paul's car was in the shop, and Natalie agreed to drive it to school and leave it in the parking lot so he could drive it home after the last chess tournament of the year. It was a nice Saturday afternoon, so Natalie didn't arrange for a ride home. She could walk, since it was only a couple miles, and she could cut along the river for a scenic stroll.

At the school, however, she was distracted. Mike was the boy's track coach, and his team was finishing up for the day. She watched as the kids ran off the field and into the school.

Natalie waited by the locker room door, watching as the boys exited, showered and re-dressed in their street clothes. One last straggler exited, and Natalie called to him. "Are you the last one in there?"

"Just Coach Burnett, that's all."

"Thanks!" Natalie said, and slipped through the locker room door.

Mike heard the showers running, so he stuck his head in to see who was still there.

Right next to the door, just to his left, a woman was washing herself, soaking her hair in the spray.

"OH MYÑI'm sorry, I thought.....hey....."

Realizing it was Natalie, he grinned. "Come on now, this isn't funny."

She turned to him, rivulets of water running down her arms and legs.

"You know what's not funny? You gave Paul a B in physics, and I locked the door."

"Don't tell me you're here to talk me into giving Paul an 'A', are you?"

"No, I'm telling you that he's moving on to Chemistry now, next fall....You don't teach Chemistry, do you?"

Mike was still in his running garb, so Natalie didn't feel bad about pulling him into the water with her.

"You're still a parent, this still isn't right..."

"Shut up and take off your clothes."

As Mike lifted his tanktop over his head, Natalie untied his shoes and slipped off his socks. Still on her knees, she pulled down his running shorts. She leaned forward and kissed his cock, flicking her tongue at it's tip.

"Hold on," Mike said, disappearing around a corner. He returned with a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap.

"Ooooh, wonderful!" Natalie cooed. She hadn't wanted to say anything, but Mike was rather sweaty, so she was looking forward to helping fix that problem. As Mike lathered his hair, she took the bar of soap and soaped up a washrag. Natalie washed Mike, leaving soapy trails along his chest and arms. Mike rinsed his hair and turned to face the water, letting Natalie run her hands down his back. She paid extra attention to his ass and legs, caressing and fondling them more than she was getting them clean.

She worked the rag between her hands and then dropped it to the floor. Natalie reached around Mike's hips and gripped his member, slowly stroking it Mike put out his hands on the shower wall to brace himself.

"Stop for a second," he warned, close to orgasm. He moved Natalie towards the water and squeezed some shampoo into his hand.

Natalie moaned as Mike caressed her hair. Foam ran down her shoulders and over her breasts as Mike massaged her scalp and neck. He stepped close to her, his cock against her lower back, and slid his arms under hers. The slippery lather let his hands slide over her breasts, teasing her nipples to tiny peaks.

Natalie leaned back against Mike as his hands slid downward, stroking her belly and teasing her pubic hair.

Mike was a little too tall to reach the parts of Natalie that needed his touch, so he turned her around and rinsed out her hair, washing her body with his hands.

As Natalie's head was back, her hair under the stream of water, he kneeled and kissed her thighs. She spread her legs, allowing his kisses to lead to her labia.

Mike's tongue lapped at Natalie's clit, warm water streaming down her chest and running between her legs. The combination of both sensations was perfect. Natalie's fingers clawed at Mike's hair as his pace quickened. Natalie had trouble reaching orgasm while standing, but when she was satisfied that she was close enough she lowered herself and sat down on the floor in front of Mike.

"Are you sure the floor's not too hard?"

"Don't worry, I've done this before..."

Mike winced a little. "Um....remember what happened last time you tried this?"

"Don't worry. I'm older and smarter now. We're not going to give Paul a sibling."

"Oh....Oh God..." Mike moaned as he pressed his cock against Natalie's opening. She rocked her hips underneath him, enjoying the feeling of his velvety tip between her cunt lips.

Both Natalie and Mike let out a long "Oh...." as he slid himself completely in. Natalie hooked her legs around his, lifting her hips slightly. Mike began to pump, tapping her cervix with each thrust.

Natalie was already at her orgasm; she had been masturbating in the shower, waiting for Mike to get a clue and check to see who was still in there.

Mike could feel her come, the tightness and warmth enveloping his cock. His pace quickened; the walls echoed with the wet slaps of his hips with each pumping thrust.

Finally, he erupted inside her. He pressed himself as far inside her pussy as he could get, and spurt his load deep inside Natalie. She felt him come, loving the sensation of his sperm inside her. Natalie wrapped her arms around Mike and pulled him down on top of her, pressing her breasts against his chest. They laid together, him inside her as long as he could, the hot shower still streaming down on them.

Natalie and Mike washed again, dressed, and elected to go out to dinner. It was late, almost seven, and a band was playing at the roadhouse. After the meals were finished, Mike stood and held out a hand to Natalie.

"Care to dance?"

They two-stepped to the end of a fast song, and then out their arms around each other as the band started a slow song.

First, Natalie kissed Mike's neck, and then Mike kissed Natalie on the lips. He felt his way under her shirt, his fingers playing in little circles on curve of her back. She pushed herself against him, pressing her hips against his growing bulge.

Matt felt a hand tap his shoulder. He and Natalie looked up to see an older smiling face of a man dancing with his wife.

"Hey, you kids, go get a room!"

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