He asks Ms Chadra

{if firstdance=1}Apparently rich kid dances weren't that much different from poor kid dances... bad bands, the funky gym smell, and guys and girls hanging in clumps by themselves because the guys weren't willing to ask the girls to dance.

Matt knew he'd eventually have to ask Amy, Karen and Cindi to dance but he figured his best statement was one that showed confidence.{endif} He strolled up to where Ms. Chadra was guarding the punch bowl. As always, she looked sexy in her Indian sari, her huge tits jutting dangerously out, barely contained by the midriff-showing blouse. "May I have this dance?" he asked.

Ms. Chadra stared at him. "I'm sure a lot of your fellow students would be happy to be asked to dance."

They never had back in Aaron Burr HS. Then again, he'd been a different person the year before. He still had his insecurities but he'd somehow brought them under control. "Once we finish our dance, I'll ask some of them."

"I really don't think--"

"Is this student bothering you?" Dr. Dyle draped an arm over Ms. Chadra's shoulders.

"Not at all." She made a sort of wiggle movement and Dyle's arm was hanging in midair. "Come on, Matt. Let's dance."

He led her out to the dance floor... just as the band finished banging out one so-called song and abruptly changed the tempo... to something slow.

"Oh," said Ms. Chadra.

Matt wasn't an expert at any kind of dance. He wished he'd paid more attention when Karen had tried to use him as a practice dance partner but he certainly wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

He grasped her right hand with his left, put his right on the naked skin of her waist, and stepped into her.

She resisted just long enough that he thought the dance was over but then gave a glance over to where Dyle glared at both of them and flowed into the basic box step he'd initiated.

Back when Karen had tried to teach him, she'd kept herself a good six inches from him but Ms. Chadra apparently hadn't gotten to that lesson. She closed the distance between them, her breasts yielding against his chest, her brown eyes looking up at him almost as if he was her romantic hero. "Thanks for rescuing me from that... unpleasant man."

"The pleasure is mine," Matt freely admitted.

She giggled. "Yes, I can feel that."

"Oops. Sorry."

"I know. Teenage hormones. Don't worry about it."

Ms. Chadra didn't take the lead, exactly, but all of a sudden she was doing twirls and other fancy moves around him... but making it look like he was the one who was making things happen. Finally, as the band banged the song to an end, she leaned back against his right hand, her long black hair trailing almost to the floor, her body pressed against his.

Then she was back to vertical and she grinned at him. "Thanks for the dance, Matt. See you in class."

As he led her back to the punch bowl, he heard whispers all around and every eye in the place seemed to be on him. He wondered if this had been a mistake. There was no way he could live up to the level of dance she'd set with any of the girls here.

{if firstdance<7}Speaking of girls here, he had other girls he needed, or wanted, to dance with.{endif}