“I-damnit, Kathy-I didn’t know anything like this was going to happen when I agreed to be chaperon for this party. But I’m glad; oh, am I glad.”

Kathy kissed his ear, darted the tip of her hot tongue into it so that he flinched, so that his cockhead drove into her cunt again. She said, “I’m so happy, Dallas. It sounds funny, calling you by your first name. I’ve called you darling inside my head for such a long time. And darling, don’t worry about the kids at this party. No fink is here, only the groovy gang, and they know exactly what you and I are doing. They helped me plan it.”

He stroked her back, felt along the graceful curving of her backbone, used his fingertips to caress the flaring of her hips and the upper hills of her buttocks. “You ambushed me?”

“Sort of. There was this teacher-student gap between us, and I felt that you’d, never cross it, or even try to, unless I did something desperate. But I just knew that if I could ever get you by the cock, you’d respond.”

“Yeah,” he said.” What the hell else could I do? I’ve been horny enough, sweating out you kids and especially you, the past few months, and when your soft hand touched my prick…”

She wiggled her ass on his pole, made her soaked and vibrant pussy do cute little tricks around him. “I told the kids you’d be the greatest. Ever since you started letting your hair grow, and that groovy moustache, I knew you were on our side, that we could really trust you.”

He brought one hand around so that he could cup her tit and feel the texture of the skin there, so he could roll the taut little nipples tenderly between his fingers. “But the principal doesn’t trust me, and I guess this proved him right.”

Across the room, somebody turned up the stereo, and the music throbbed around them, the bass rhythms reaching somehow into his shaft, into the satin clinging of her cunt walls. Dallas saw a flicker of light, and a moment later, caught the smell of tobacco smoke, or something heavier.