My story begins my senior year in high school the year 1979. I was beginning my fourth year with the school band rhythm section, now mostly referred to as the stage band. Being a guitar and bass player I didn't have to endure marching, but would help with set up and take down for the rest of the band. As I said I didn't have to march or deal with the "band uniform"; yet still took part in all activities so that I still got to be around all the girls, which was my main focus.
Darlene Brown was a first year assistant choir teacher straight out of college. Athletically built she stood at about 5'3" tall. The first thing to catch my eye was her very well shaped and toned calves made only more impressive by the three inch heels she usually wore. Her legs were thick and well toned that connected to a beautiful full round ass, the flair of her hips were accentuated by a small waist and well proportioned breasts. Her hair was reddish brown that came down just past her shoulders usually held back in a ponytail. Her skin was smooth and tan, her face oval, beautiful hazel eyes, and thin yet beautifully shaped lips on a small mouth. From the very first day I met her she became the figment of many fantasies. But I knew full and well that was all it was ever going to be, for two reasons. I knew 99% of all Teacher/Student stories were just that, and because I was her one constant source of annoyance. You see I was for ever luring away her singers with the promise of gaining more attention from the opposite sex by singing rock for our latest song project then by singing "church music". Looking back, she let us get away with a lot.
The band had gotten permission to do a few songs as a "going a way" thing for three of us seniors. When we were finishing setting up just before the dance, Miss Brown came up to me and asked if we could do a song by Santana, saying she had enjoyed hearing us rehearse through out the year. Well for me it was as good as any of my many fantasies of her coming true, and I also knew it would be the closest any of them would ever come to being true. She was one of the teacher chaperones at the dance and when the time came for us to do our set she stood off to the side of the stage and watched. I convinced the rest of the group to do the song and leave it for the last number. I must say I could feel her eyes on me while I laid down my best ever rendition of Europa. After it was done and we were showered with applause I made what I considered to be a very bold move on my part, I went and asked Miss Brown to dance. To my surprise she accepted and we danced. It was not a sexy slow dance just a regular dance number put out by the disco, and only that one number did we danced, but to an infatuated school boy it was as good as sex. After the dance I got "lucky" with one of the girls from the band. And though I know now that it was wrong, I remember it was the vision of Miss Brown in my head as I closed my eyes and thrust relentlessly into this girl in the back seat of my '72 Ford.
The short time left in the school year was back to normal. Most of the conversations between her and I were when she would come in looking for stray choir students. Some how I managed to graduate and not seeing much of a future in my musical talents or in the jobs available to me in town, I joined the Air Force.
Three years later as a member of a special operations team, I was placed on light duty for a minor injury that I received on my last mission to some place we were not even supposed to be in. I got offered the opportunity for a two week reassignment to recruitment duty in my home town. Accepting the assignment got me practically two weeks leave with out being charged for it. I would only work four to five hours a day talking to potential recruits in the recruiter's office. For the second week the recruiter I was assigned to, thought it would be a good idea if we went down to my old high school. We were scheduled for Thursday and Friday the last two days of my assignment. Between talking with the ROTC classes and meeting with interested students I couldn't help but wander down to my old playground, the music department.
I was pleasantly surprised that Miss Brown was still teaching choir, although now the head choir teacher. I was also some what heartbroken to learn that she was but two months from marriage. Not that it should have mattered for even though no longer a student, any thoughts of me and Miss Brown were still only fantasies. I was very impressed that she even remembered me. Then I got knocked for a loop when she asked if I would join her at the cafeteria for lunch, of course I accepted. Except for the company, lunch was nothing special, consisting mostly of the regular, "so what have you been doing with your life?" and "oh remember so and so? Well they now ... etc. etc."
In the afternoon of the following day, which was the last day of my visit to the school, I again wandered into the music department. While chatting with my old guitar teacher, I picked up a guitar and started playing that same old song. I didn't finish it but when I stopped I heard a voice as if it had come from the heavens above.
"You know several have tried but still no one has come close to how good you did that."
Almost blushing I thanked her. Saying good bye to my old teacher I walked Miss Brown back to her classroom as the bell rang. I got bold and asked her out to dinner. She told me it was sweet but she didn't think it was right since she was engaged to be married. I said I understood, and that it had been so nice seeing her again.
"Well it was nice seeing you again, you take good care of your self" she said.
Once again I waked away heartbroken but happy to have just seen and talk with her again.
Walking out to the parking lot with the Recruiting Sergeant, I heard my name called out. It was Miss Brown running out. The Sergeant just smiled and said I'll wait in the car, and I went back and met her half way.
"Listen, maybe I overreacted, would the invitation to dinner still be open?" she said somewhat embarrassed.
"Of course it's still open; just tell me where and when. I'm sorry, I have been gone for so long I don't know where the good places are anymore, and I'm sorry but I can't pick you up since I don't have a car."
She chuckled and said "That's ok I understand, tell you what, I get out of here about 5:30 and I live on the other side of town so why don't I pick you up. Then we can go so I can get changed then go to dinner."
So I gave her phone number and address and the date was set. Just by chance I had recently bought a new suit and had brought it with me on the out side chance I would go out some where nice one night. Fate really is a curious thing is it not?
She pulled up at about 5:45 and off we went. She complimented me on how I looked and I complimented her on how good she always looked. We made idol chit chat for the rest of the drive to her place. I called and made reservations while she freshened up and changed. What came out of her bedroom was truly a vision to behold, dressed in a black sleeveless dress down to just above her knee, black nylons, and black heels. The "V" neckline showed enough cleavage to be sexy yet tasteful. Around her neck was a double strand of pearls that dipped down just enough to bring a hint of attention to her cleavage. Her hair was pinned up she could not have looked better than in any of my fantasies.
At dinner we talked of what we had done since we had last seen each other and that kind of stuff. I was surprised at how well our sense of humor matched. We laughed quite a bit during dinner. The food was good I am sure. I still have no idea what I had; all I cared about was whom I was with.
Some where during dinner she said; "Will stop calling me Miss Brown, I am no longer your teacher you know, well not that I ever really was your teacher, call me Darlene."
After dinner I asked if she would let me buy her a drink. She said a drink sounded good that she knew of this little place close by. It was indeed close by, a small yet classy place with a live jazz band. We found a table and ordered drinks and we continued to have a great time. We recalled that spring dance and I told her how I regretted dancing with her only once.
She said, "Well it would not have looked good if we had." I had to agree with her. "Besides that cute little girl stole you away from me real quick," she laughingly said. I laughed along with her. "What was her name again?" she asked.
"I don't remember really" I replied.
"Ahhh! You are such a bad boy! She went through all that trouble to steal you away from me and you don't even remember her name? Shame on you!" she teased. "Well she isn't here to steal you away this time, so let's dance. You were a pretty good dancer if I recall."
I took her out on the crowded dance floor. I lost track of how long we danced but I do recall the tempo turning down real slow and then there was that bit of awkward moment of continue to dance or sit. I took a chance and moved in close and she seemed reluctant but danced any way. I would pull her a little close now and then. She felt so nice in my arms.
When the song ended the band took a break. Taking her back to the table I excused my self. I went to the DJ and slipped him a tip and went back to the table. I could see she was curious so I told her I asked if he could play a song for me; something I wanted to dance with her. I took her hand as the first notes of Europa sounded off and I could feel her tremble a bit, but she didn't hesitate when I pulled her up and to me on the dance floor. Her head was on my shoulder when I held her tight to me, and when she looked up at me I lowered my lips to hers. There was no shock, no resistance; she simply gave into the kiss by parting her lips as our bodies continued to sway to the strong and erotic music. I don't know when the music ended but we were brought back to earth by the applause of everyone in the place. Both of us a bit embarrassed she blushed and said lets go with a smile. At the car she leaned me up against it and kissed me again.
"Not a word ok? Please don't say a single word' just get in the car and don't say a word."
I got in and we headed out. I reached out in silence and she took my hand. I could tell she was nervous, and wondered if she could feel the same from me. I was not sure what to think but my hopes lifted when I saw her pass by my off ramp.
