Speaker 1: Students who had a secret intimate relationship with a teacher.
Speaker 1: How did it start and how did it turn out?
Speaker 1: Story one. I was a senior in high school and
Speaker 1: my English class had a very beautiful Latin female college
Speaker 1: student teacher's assistant along with a very cool full time
Speaker 1: male teacher. I was a really quiet kid in my
Speaker 1: senior year, just wanting to graduate and get the heck
Speaker 1: out of school. I also liked to draw and write
Speaker 1: a lot, so I was always turning in work that
Speaker 1: interested her. She would ask me how I came up
Speaker 1: with ideas and discuss indie graphic novels with me. Usually
Speaker 1: just small talk and one of the only people who
Speaker 1: was really outgoing towards me. She asked a few weeks
Speaker 1: before Halloween if I could stay after one day to
Speaker 1: discuss a subject with me, and as it was the
Speaker 1: last class of the day, I was okay with it.
Speaker 1: So we are sitting together discussing some of the material
Speaker 1: I wrote, along with some books they made her think
Speaker 1: of that she wanted me to borrow to read. Everyone
Speaker 1: has slowly been leaving the class, along with the full
Speaker 1: time teacher. Eventually it is just me and her, and
Speaker 1: I don't notice this until she gets noticeably closer to
Speaker 1: me while talking. Basically, her chesticles were in my arm,
Speaker 1: which I noticed was bigger than her clothes made it appear.
Speaker 1: Then she starts asking me personal questions and saying personal
Speaker 1: experiences help with writing, which is mixed with her making
Speaker 1: herself look cute and giving me a look that I
Speaker 1: understand now is one of wanting. She asks if I've
Speaker 1: had a girlfriend, and I tell her about why I'm
Speaker 1: so quiet at school, having a bad relationship and not
Speaker 1: really being comfortable at school where everyone knows my business,
Speaker 1: and that is definitely why I'm single. At that point,
Speaker 1: she starts holding my hand and telling me that as
Speaker 1: a whole, life can be hard, but it isn't all bad,
Speaker 1: and if it's any consolation, I did not deserve to
Speaker 1: get treated that way. Then she kissed me and we
Speaker 1: kept kissing until we heard a janitor coming and asked
Speaker 1: me to come to her place. We got to her place,
Speaker 1: where we immediately started making out in her bed and
Speaker 1: ended up banging for hours. It was amazing because of her,
Speaker 1: I've always been more attractive to women with curves that
Speaker 1: were also fit and obviously work out. We ended up
Speaker 1: shagging and smushing a lot for the rest of the
Speaker 1: year and through my first year at community college where
Speaker 1: I was finishing my gen ED credits before transferring to
Speaker 1: a better university. Not a relationship, just really good friends
Speaker 1: with benefits. She ended up moving to a different state
Speaker 1: for a really good teaching position at a college with
Speaker 1: an amazing writing program. We're both separately married now and
Speaker 1: want to meet as friends, but are hesitant because we
Speaker 1: do not trust ourselves alone with each other. She's still
Speaker 1: very beautiful. Before we continue, do us a quick favor.
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Speaker 1: Story two. I was eighteen and still in high school
Speaker 1: when my parents left me home alone for the first
Speaker 1: time while they went on vacation. One evening out for
Speaker 1: a couple of drinks, I was scrolling through my phones
Speaker 1: contacts looking for someone to have fun with, and to
Speaker 1: my surprise, I still have my French teachers number saved.
Speaker 1: I gave her a call to see if she wanted
Speaker 1: to grab a drink. Being the only guy in my
Speaker 1: class seemed to make her fancy me a little. She
Speaker 1: said yes, so we met up and had a couple
Speaker 1: of beers. Afterwards, she mentioned she was hungry. I told
Speaker 1: her we could grab a pizza and chill at my
Speaker 1: place since I was home alone. She didn't hesitate to
Speaker 1: say yes. Back at my place, we ate and drank
Speaker 1: some more. Eventually, she said it was too late to
Speaker 1: go home and asked if I had any pajamas for her.
Speaker 1: She never got around to putting them on. After undressing,
Speaker 1: she kissed me. One thing led to another, and it
Speaker 1: kept leading to other things all summer long. When school
Speaker 1: started again, she told me I could be excused from
Speaker 1: her classes. I gave her a D. She gave me
Speaker 1: a BEE as a passing grade, and I never heard
Speaker 1: from her again. Story three. I had a huge crush
Speaker 1: on one of my college instructors. I was just coming
Speaker 1: out of a really bad relationship and decided the best
Speaker 1: way to get over that jerk was to get under
Speaker 1: this teacher. I pursued him pretty relentlessly for several weeks,
Speaker 1: asking him to join me and the other students for drinks,
Speaker 1: wearing super hot outfits to class, sitting in provocative ways,
Speaker 1: general flirting, et cetera, until we started banging. He was
Speaker 1: in a relationship at the time, which made it all
Speaker 1: the more complicated. We sort of dated for several months.
Speaker 1: He worked a kind of prestigious, at least to me,
Speaker 1: job at a major state government entity. At one point
Speaker 1: we banged in his office overlooking the city, which was
Speaker 1: admittedly pretty cool. I developed a lot of real feelings
Speaker 1: for him throughout our relationship, so him having another life
Speaker 1: with another woman began to take a toll on me.
Speaker 1: He knew it was more of a fling than anything else,
Speaker 1: and when he saw I wanted more, he tried to
Speaker 1: tell me gently that he didn't believe we were going anywhere.
Speaker 1: I was hurt, upset, and we stopped seeing each other.
Speaker 1: Thank God too, because I met my amazing, loving and
Speaker 1: perfect husband immediately after that relationship. If we hadn't ended
Speaker 1: our fling when we did, I would not have I
Speaker 1: met my husband, and my whole life would be different.
Speaker 1: I thank my lucky stars every day that he told
Speaker 1: me we weren't going to be anything more than intimate.
Speaker 1: When he did, he unknowingly set my whole life on
Speaker 1: the right path by setting me free precisely when he did.
Speaker 1: Story four, I received a really good evaluation. Since we
Speaker 1: didn't have traditional grades, it was more like a two
Speaker 1: page report that said I had the writing skills of
Speaker 1: a graduate student. I guess I'm a bit slow when
Speaker 1: it comes to understanding that kind of feedback. It started
Speaker 1: just like any relationship. Does. You notice a twinkle in
Speaker 1: their eye, they laugh at something you say that really
Speaker 1: isn't that funny, and you get a little excited. She
Speaker 1: was way older, but really attractive and German, so I
Speaker 1: asked if she liked beer. She did. We went to
Speaker 1: the bar down the road, not some dive, but a
Speaker 1: proper beer bar. We ended up having wayn Stephanner and
Speaker 1: Erbach loosened up and joked around. Then I straight up
Speaker 1: told her I wanted to draw her unclothed. She had
Speaker 1: seen me sketching in class all the time and just
Speaker 1: said sure. Before we even left the booth at the bar,
Speaker 1: I admitted I wasn't really trying to draw her. I
Speaker 1: just wanted to get her out of her clothes. I
Speaker 1: have no idea why she found that endearing, but she
Speaker 1: took me to her house and we banged hard. We
Speaker 1: agreed it would be a one time thing and promised
Speaker 1: to be responsible about it. So for the rest of
Speaker 1: the semester I was like a secret agent sleeping with
Speaker 1: an older woman. Honestly, it's probably for the best. It
Speaker 1: was just once. If I'd had the chance to keep going,
Speaker 1: I might have tried to move in and pay her
Speaker 1: rent with oral favors. It's tough out here for a
Speaker 1: millennial trying to get a home. Story five. I was eighteen,
Speaker 1: living out in the middle of nowhere in the mountains
Speaker 1: of California. I was always the first one on the
Speaker 1: bus and the last one off, which made for some
Speaker 1: really long school days. My evening drop off bus driver
Speaker 1: was a black woman in her mid thirties. She was
Speaker 1: really sweet, and since my stop was so far out,
Speaker 1: we had plenty of time to talk one on one.
Speaker 1: Eventually I got pretty flirtatious. I've always had a thing
Speaker 1: for black girls, and well, I was a teenager ready
Speaker 1: to boot. I was actually the one who started steering
Speaker 1: our conversations toward more inappropriate topics. Looking back now, I
Speaker 1: can tell she totally saw right through me and my intentions.
Speaker 1: About two months into the school year, I began asking
Speaker 1: her to teach me about the intimate stuff. I was
Speaker 1: a virgin and she was an experienced married mom with
Speaker 1: two kids. I knew it was wrong, but she didn't
Speaker 1: seem very happy in her marriage. Since my bus stop
Speaker 1: was far from my house, I still had to walk
Speaker 1: down a long dirt road to get home, so she
Speaker 1: started parking at my stop, and eventually she took me
Speaker 1: up on my requests. Throughout that entire school year, we
Speaker 1: were banging or did other things in the bus about
Speaker 1: three to five times a week. I might have been
Speaker 1: young and the situation was definitely screwed, but I don't
Speaker 1: regret it at all. Having a mature woman's perspective helped
Speaker 1: me learn so much. My mom didn't really care that
Speaker 1: I was coming home thirty to forty minutes late. She
Speaker 1: was kind of a crappy parent and was badly addicted
Speaker 1: to online poker games. Honestly, I'm not sure how she
Speaker 1: got away with it. She never got caught or anything. Anyway,
Speaker 1: After that school year ended, she was put on a
Speaker 1: different route. We stayed in touch, and I started going
Speaker 1: into town to visit her. Our relationship lasted until the
Speaker 1: end of high school. It's kind of funny I never
Speaker 1: dated anyone in high school because of all the side action.
Speaker 1: After high school, I ended up moving away from that town.
Speaker 1: It was probably for the best, since we were never
Speaker 1: caught by her husband just luck. I guess, funny enough,
Speaker 1: she's still with that guy, mostly for the money. Story six.
Speaker 1: I had a crush on my freshman psychology teacher, and
Speaker 1: he noticed. We started chatting via email, then phone calls,
Speaker 1: and before long he invited me to his house in
Speaker 1: the e evenings to watch movies. We started sleeping together
Speaker 1: before the semester was out. Then it started happening, him
Speaker 1: avoiding me at unpredictable times, dumping me, then asking me
Speaker 1: to come back, acting sneaky, getting caught lying about his
Speaker 1: spending innocent time with other female students, refusing to speak
Speaker 1: to me for weeks on end, saying he was busy
Speaker 1: while hanging out with others instead, but then spending weeks
Speaker 1: at a time exclusively with me. Oh and all this
Speaker 1: after he frigging married me in secret. I spent four
Speaker 1: years trauma bonded to him, while he in turn rejected me,
Speaker 1: seemed genuinely emotionally invested, and either pretended to like me
Speaker 1: or openly hated me. I tried to walk away, and
Speaker 1: he would pull me back. It was emotional torture, but
Speaker 1: I was too weak and damaged to leave for good.
Speaker 1: I became deeply depressed. My self esteem was shattered, and
Speaker 1: I contemplated offing myself to the point that I gave
Speaker 1: many of my cherished belongings away in preparation and withdrew socially.
Speaker 1: I was a mess, and still he continued to screw
Speaker 1: me around emotionally. It's been a year now since we
Speaker 1: broke up, but we still talk, dragging out the rejection.
Speaker 1: I can barely sleep. I cry every morning. As soon
Speaker 1: as I wake, I fall asleep crying most nights. I'm
Speaker 1: completely miserable, and there are days I wish we'd never met.
Speaker 1: I'm going to start counseling soon because I can't go
Speaker 1: on like this anymore. Story seven. He was a professor
Speaker 1: at the university I attended and was exactly twice my age,
Speaker 1: which was a fantasy I entertained my whole life until
Speaker 1: our relationship ruined it for me. We went to the
Speaker 1: same concert one night, and he invited me for coffee
Speaker 1: a couple of days later to talk about music. Upon
Speaker 1: entering the cafe, he kissed my cheeks in a European
Speaker 1: style greeting and made some comment about maybe that's a
Speaker 1: little forward for a first date, and I lapped it up.
Speaker 1: Hadn't even dared to think of it that way, but
Speaker 1: it was exactly what I wanted to hear, and by
Speaker 1: the end of the date he was getting a little
Speaker 1: touchy with me in a public park nearby. This was
Speaker 1: a little less than ten years ago, and I wish
Speaker 1: I could go back in time and punch myself in
Speaker 1: the face for being so stupid. A couple of days later,
Speaker 1: I gave him a blowy in his office, and a
Speaker 1: few days after that he drove me to his apartment
Speaker 1: so we could sleep together. It was my first time
Speaker 1: for everything. I was so caught up in the thrill
Speaker 1: of the forbidden relationship and with this much older man
Speaker 1: who seemed to be infatuated with me. We would meet
Speaker 1: in deserted hallways on campus and make out or have
Speaker 1: silent sessions in his office in the middle of the
Speaker 1: damn day. We were together in secret for a couple
Speaker 1: of months than my parents found out and chaos erupted.
Speaker 1: He would have lost his job if I hadn't lied
Speaker 1: to the administration for him. We were more or less
Speaker 1: together for another six months or so after that, when
Speaker 1: finally I woke up and realized nothing was changing. I
Speaker 1: was destroying my relationship with my parents for someone who
Speaker 1: didn't care about me at all, so I ended it.
Speaker 1: It was a horrible relationship. He was emotionally abusive and
Speaker 1: manipulative and lied about everything. Anything I wanted to do.
Speaker 1: Any aspirations I had outside of his vision were mocked
Speaker 1: or written off. Any confrontation about how to deal with
Speaker 1: my parents, the school, his family, et cetera. Moving forward
Speaker 1: made him angry, and he lashed out at me verbally
Speaker 1: to stop the questions. He showed risque photos of me
Speaker 1: to people I didn't know, and bragged about having me
Speaker 1: to his non university friends in a really disgusting way.
Speaker 1: Once he realized how inexperienced I was, he constantly reminisced
Speaker 1: about how other women were in bed. He wanted a
Speaker 1: fangirl desperate for his attention, and that's what he got
Speaker 1: in me. For a long time. He even bought me
Speaker 1: a cheap engagement ring at one point. Do you believe
Speaker 1: I accepted it? My long standing suspicions of his infidelity
Speaker 1: were proved after the fact. Turns out I was one
Speaker 1: of six, including four other students and his next door neighbor.
Speaker 1: All of us were in the same age range. Young twenties.
Speaker 1: In hindsight, this is no no, no surprise, but at
Speaker 1: the time I really did think I was special to him.
Speaker 1: Over the summer post breakup, I still had another year
Speaker 1: of school left for my degree. He got fired or
Speaker 1: didn't get the option for tenure, or was asked to
Speaker 1: resign or quit or something from the university where we met,
Speaker 1: and the last I heard, he'd taken a job teaching
Speaker 1: at a much smaller college in the same area. No
Speaker 1: idea what he's doing now, But for the first two
Speaker 1: or three years after I cut him off, I got
Speaker 1: restricted phone calls from him every once in a while,
Speaker 1: though I think he tried to apologize once, but I
Speaker 1: never read any of the messages, just blocked the new
Speaker 1: accounts and moved on, So I don't know for sure
Speaker 1: how he feels about that time. Story eight. I had
Speaker 1: a romantic relationship with one of my college professors. At
Speaker 1: the time. I was around twenty and she was in
Speaker 1: her mid thirties. I went to see her during her
Speaker 1: office hours. We talked for a few minutes, and when
Speaker 1: I went to leave, she gave me a long hug
Speaker 1: and told me you give really nice hugs as she
Speaker 1: held onto my arms, I asked for her number and
Speaker 1: went on my way. We exchanged a few flirty text
Speaker 1: messages over the next few days before she invited me
Speaker 1: over to her apartment to help her hook up a
Speaker 1: new TV she had bought. We ended up sleeping together
Speaker 1: about ten times before she moved away to take a
Speaker 1: new job at a different school. Story nine. My pe
Speaker 1: teacher was a kind man, a Welsh rugby player by background.
Speaker 1: He started teaching me football in year seven and continued
Speaker 1: to teach me some type of sport every year until
Speaker 1: I turned sixteen. We got along well and shared plenty
Speaker 1: of laughs and jokes over the years. I stayed on
Speaker 1: for sixth form, but since I didn't take PE, I
Speaker 1: didn't have much to do with him after that. In
Speaker 1: my final year of sixth form, year thirteen, around two
Speaker 1: thousand three or two thousand and four, I went to
Speaker 1: the pub at lunch time with a friend. My old
Speaker 1: pe teacher was there playing pool with one of the
Speaker 1: geography teachers. We ended up joining them, had a couple
Speaker 1: of pints, and then headed back to school. After that,
Speaker 1: we met up a few more times after school for drinks.
Speaker 1: We did this a handful of times during that last year,
Speaker 1: and through those moments I came to realize he was
Speaker 1: going through a tough time. He was in the middle
Speaker 1: of a divorce and clearly quite unhappy. In the summer
Speaker 1: just after I'd finished school, around July or August, before
Speaker 1: I started university in September, I had been out day
Speaker 1: drinking with some friends. We decided to meet up with
Speaker 1: a few others in town and ended up going into
Speaker 1: Weatherspoons and who should be there but my old pe teacher.
Speaker 1: His decree measy had just come through and he was
Speaker 1: drowning his sorrows with some mates. I introduced myself using
Speaker 1: my first name, and he did the same. Neither of
Speaker 1: us mentioned that I'd been one of his students. We
Speaker 1: ended up going on a massive bender and eventually back
Speaker 1: to his place, where we slept together. It happened a
Speaker 1: few more times that summer. He was thirty six and
Speaker 1: I was nineteen. He was disgusted with himself, but honestly
Speaker 1: I didn't care. Most summers when I came back from Uni,
Speaker 1: the same pattern repeated. That is until I met my
Speaker 1: now husband when I was twenty one. When I was
Speaker 1: twenty eight, my boyfriend now husband and I moved back
Speaker 1: to our hometown. Since he didn't have many friends in
Speaker 1: the area, he joined a local sports social club to
Speaker 1: meet people. Not long after, he told me he'd made
Speaker 1: a friend there, an older guy who, as it turned out,
Speaker 1: used to be one of my teachers. They got on
Speaker 1: really well, too, well, so well in fact, that my
Speaker 1: husband's new mate, none other than my former pe teacher
Speaker 1: and occasional summer bang buddy, ended up coming to our
Speaker 1: wedding so well. Most Saturdays now my husband, him his
Speaker 1: new wife, their kids, and I all meet up for
Speaker 1: drinks and watch the football after the fixtures. All things considered,
Speaker 1: it turned out pretty okay in the end. Story ten.
Speaker 1: I slept with my art history professor during my freshman
Speaker 1: year in college. The class was mostly focused on ancient
Speaker 1: Chinese and Japanese art, and I was struggling with all
Speaker 1: the information overloads. I asked her if I could do
Speaker 1: some extra credit work, and she invited me to her
Speaker 1: office later that day. We started talking more and more.
Speaker 1: She seemed to like my art, or thinking back now,
Speaker 1: maybe she was just flirting with me while she invited
Speaker 1: me over to her house, saying she wanted to show
Speaker 1: me some of her art. She was in her late
Speaker 1: forties and I was nineteen at the time. I didn't
Speaker 1: think much of it. When I arrived, she said she
Speaker 1: needed to change quickly. After a minute or so, she
Speaker 1: called me into the bedroom. Seeing her lying there in
Speaker 1: her inners, I suddenly thought back to all the time
Speaker 1: we had spent together and realized I had completely misunderstood
Speaker 1: the situation. But honestly, I was happy to be wrong.
Speaker 1: Story eleven. I was a professor at a JC teaching
Speaker 1: a creative writing class. I was twenty seven and my
Speaker 1: student was nineteen. It started at a going away happy
Speaker 1: hour for another professor who was moving to a university.
Speaker 1: We were drinking, and this young woman from one of
Speaker 1: my classes, who was very prit and whom I recognized
Speaker 1: for sure because of that fact, was there with her friends.
Speaker 1: She came up to me and said she loved my
Speaker 1: class and challenged me to a game of pool. The
Speaker 1: more she drank, the flirtier she got, and she mentioned pool,
Speaker 1: and every time I'd sink a shot, she'd say, if
Speaker 1: we were playing layers off pool, that'd be my shirt,
Speaker 1: that one would be my skirt, that one was my inner,
Speaker 1: and so on. Obviously, around my colleagues I couldn't do
Speaker 1: much in return. I assumed the next week during class
Speaker 1: it would be awkward. But after class she came to
Speaker 1: office hours to talk about something, and then she said,
Speaker 1: the pool was so fun the other night. We should
Speaker 1: do that again. I told her, I don't think it
Speaker 1: would be appropriate. She said, I totally get it and
Speaker 1: don't want to screw up your job. How about when
Speaker 1: this quarter ends and I'm not your student anymore, we
Speaker 1: play another game. I made a joke about her not
Speaker 1: taking the next level of creative writing, and she said,
Speaker 1: we can get creative in other ways. About six weeks later,
Speaker 1: after the last day of class, she came in to
Speaker 1: say goodbye and said that she loved the class, and
Speaker 1: I asked her out. We dated for about eight months.
Speaker 1: I'm still blown away that this girl, who was eight
Speaker 1: years younger than me, was so good at the seduction game.
Speaker 1: Story twelve. My religious studies professor was hilarious and brilliant
Speaker 1: and always brought her interests up in class, and they
Speaker 1: usually aligned with mine. It started off with what felt
Speaker 1: like on topic to class discussions, then into more friendly,
Speaker 1: casual conversations about books and movies. Then it definitely transitioned
Speaker 1: into flirting, which was weird because I'm also female and
Speaker 1: had never had feelings for another girl, so I thought
Speaker 1: it could just be some weird fantasy in my head
Speaker 1: and I was just making something out of nothing. Anyways,
Speaker 1: fast forward semester ends I'm out of her class. I
Speaker 1: submit my final at noon. By one pm, she emails
Speaker 1: me my final grade and says, I'm all done submitting
Speaker 1: your grades, so you're officially no longer my student. Congrats
Speaker 1: on passing the class and good luck. So I sent
Speaker 1: back an email with a song attached, and then the
Speaker 1: emailing went on from there before we officially hung out,
Speaker 1: which led to us sleeping together, which led to a
Speaker 1: three year relationship. We moved in together for about a year,
Speaker 1: but it ultimately didn't work out because we wanted different
Speaker 1: things long term. But we ended on good terms, and
Speaker 1: I'm grateful for the relationship now five years out, as
Speaker 1: it helped me realize what I want in a partner.
Speaker 1: I now have an amazing boyfriend, and I heard she
Speaker 1: recently got married to a woman she started dating after me.
Speaker 1: Story thirteen. There was a super hot teacher who was
Speaker 1: at our school, so he was only like twenty three
Speaker 1: or twenty four maybe I was twenty, and it was
Speaker 1: at our graduation dinner when we had snuck a bottle
Speaker 1: of Passion pop in, so we were pretty tipsy. I
Speaker 1: told him I always thought he was hot, and before
Speaker 1: I knew it, his hands were roaming all over me.
Speaker 1: We still had about three weeks to go before we
Speaker 1: left school, so we spent the next week sleeping together
Speaker 1: secretly and merely getting caught a bunch of times. It
Speaker 1: was pretty hot, to be honest, and I still think
Speaker 1: about him from time to time. Story fourteen. I was nineteen,
Speaker 1: playing hockey and running track. A new track coach and
Speaker 1: substitute teacher joined the school. She was twenty two. I
Speaker 1: never had luck with the girls in school, so when
Speaker 1: we hit it off, I didn't think anything of it.
Speaker 1: She'd tutor me in classes I wasn't doing too well in,
Speaker 1: and sometimes we'd go to concerts. After the track season ended,
Speaker 1: she said she was leaving the school to go to
Speaker 1: one in the next town over, but wanted me to
Speaker 1: take private running lessons with her. We did that for
Speaker 1: a while, and I started realizing what was going on,
Speaker 1: so I started flirting and going after her. She flirted back,
Speaker 1: but only so far because I was younger than her.
Speaker 1: A week before my birthday, she said she wanted to
Speaker 1: take me out to dinner. So we went to dinner,
Speaker 1: and afterwards she drove me back to where my car was,
Speaker 1: and instead of letting me go, we got in the
Speaker 1: back seat. Nothing happened that night because the cops stopped us.
Speaker 1: A month later, after not hearing from her, I reached
Speaker 1: out and asked her out properly, to which she said yes.
Speaker 1: We did for four and a half years, and I
Speaker 1: had planned to propose to her when she got back
Speaker 1: from med school in a different country, but she changed
Speaker 1: when she was out there, ended up cheating on me,
Speaker 1: and is now engaged to the guys she cheated on
Speaker 1: me with. We're still in contact, but she lives out
Speaker 1: of state and there's nothing sexual at all. I still
Speaker 1: miss that part of my life, and the relationships since
Speaker 1: then have been short and not lived up to that
Speaker 1: first one story. Fifteen, in college, I had a teacher
Speaker 1: for my science class. To me, she was a complete
Speaker 1: ten out of ten, with wavy red hair and stunning
Speaker 1: green eyes. I was instantly in love. Since it was
Speaker 1: the advanced class, we had a lot more independent projects
Speaker 1: than the normal class, we would spend a lot of
Speaker 1: time in the library doing research for our projects with
Speaker 1: the teacher and teacher quietly supervising. I made it my
Speaker 1: goal to spend as much time near her as possible,
Speaker 1: ask as many questions as I could, and if need
Speaker 1: be played just so she would spend more time talking
Speaker 1: with me. I turned on the charm as hard as
Speaker 1: I could, and before long we had a number of
Speaker 1: inside jokes and I could make her laugh at the
Speaker 1: drop of a hat. After a few weeks of this,
Speaker 1: she confronted me about it. I thought I was being clever,
Speaker 1: but I was too clever for my own good, and
Speaker 1: she knew that I was playing dumb to talk to her.
Speaker 1: She asked me to stop, since I was hindering my
Speaker 1: own growth by pretending to be dumb and wasting time
Speaker 1: in class for a relationship that would never happen. To
Speaker 1: her credit, she let me down gently, saying she was
Speaker 1: flattered and that I would make a girl very happy
Speaker 1: some day, but it wasn't her and she had a boyfriend.
Speaker 1: The normal lines. Well, I was not deterred. I asked
Speaker 1: her if instead of being dumb, she would teach me
Speaker 1: more advanced things if I completed my work ahead of time.
Speaker 1: She sighed exasperated, but her personality wouldn't let her say
Speaker 1: no to a student wanting to better themselves regardless of reason,
Speaker 1: and agreed. And that's the back story of how I
Speaker 1: became a straight A student instead of just math and science.
Speaker 1: I pestered her to tutor me every chance I got.
Speaker 1: I completed week long projects in a day just to
Speaker 1: spend more time with her, sometimes working through the night
Speaker 1: to get things done as soon as I could. She
Speaker 1: taught me not just math and science, but history and literature,
Speaker 1: which I had always been way underperforming at, and even
Speaker 1: gave me additional study materials to work on at home,
Speaker 1: which I attacked with gusto. I got teased a lot
Speaker 1: for being a nerd, but I didn't care. As long
Speaker 1: as I was learning I could spend time with her.
Speaker 1: By the time winter break rolled around, I was reading
Speaker 1: at a high school level and was having her teach
Speaker 1: me differential calculus. I begged her to tutor me over break,
Speaker 1: but she declined, saying she was spending break with her
Speaker 1: boyfriend's family. Break ended and I thought she'd be excited
Speaker 1: to see me, but on our first day back she
Speaker 1: looked completely glum. I tried to cheer her up, but
Speaker 1: she just seemed dead inside. She wouldn't tell me what
Speaker 1: was wrong. When the bell rang, I had to head
Speaker 1: to my next class. As I walked away, I looked
Speaker 1: back and caught her glancing after after me. After school,
Speaker 1: I tried to track her down, and I finally found
Speaker 1: her in the back of the library in a private
Speaker 1: study room. She was bawling her eyes out and nearly
Speaker 1: jumped out of her skin when I knocked on the door.
Speaker 1: I went in and closed the door and sat next
Speaker 1: to her. All the while she just stared at me
Speaker 1: with tears running down her face. I pat her on
Speaker 1: the back and said there there, and she threw her
Speaker 1: arms around me and started sobbing again. Over the next
Speaker 1: few minutes, between choking sobs, she tells me that her
Speaker 1: boyfriend left her after they got back from their trip.
Speaker 1: Apparently he had told her that he wanted to break
Speaker 1: up for a while, but the chemistry in bed was
Speaker 1: too good and he finally decided he had had his
Speaker 1: fill of her. After going at it like rabbits for
Speaker 1: all of winter break. We ended up talking about relationships
Speaker 1: and how boys are gross for well over an hour.
Speaker 1: Eventually I was able to make her laugh again, and
Speaker 1: we sat and talked about some inconsequential things for a while.
Speaker 1: She thanked me for talking with her and cheering her up.
Speaker 1: Eventually I had to leave so I I could get
Speaker 1: home before my parents did, so we gave each other
Speaker 1: one last hug goodbye, and she kissed me on the cheek.
Speaker 1: My whole body went numb and I couldn't let go
Speaker 1: of the hug. My arms were not working. We locked
Speaker 1: our eyes and she leaned in again and kissed me.
Speaker 1: We ended up making out for probably close to two
Speaker 1: minutes before her brain caught up with her emotions. She
Speaker 1: broke away, face paling with shock, apologized profusely, said this
Speaker 1: was a mistake and that we should never talk about
Speaker 1: this again, and dashed out of the room. She continued
Speaker 1: to tutor me over the next few weeks, but always
Speaker 1: made sure to sit across the table from me, whereas
Speaker 1: before we would sit next to each other. She was
Speaker 1: much flatter in her tone with me, and laughed at
Speaker 1: my jokes and antics less. Towards the end of the year,
Speaker 1: the teachers took us over to the other part of
Speaker 1: the college to give us a tour. I made sure
Speaker 1: I was in her group. The teachers helped us schedule
Speaker 1: our classes for the next year, and she told me
Speaker 1: how to schedule in order to avoid the garbage teachers
Speaker 1: based on reputation. When the school year ended, she gave
Speaker 1: me another hug, the first since our kiss, and I
Speaker 1: thought that was the last I would see of her.
Speaker 1: I was heartbroken most of the summer. The next year
Speaker 1: starts and I walk into third period science and my
Speaker 1: heart leaps into my throat. She was back. She flushes
Speaker 1: beat red when she sees me and deliberately breaks eye contact.
Speaker 1: She was back for another year of student teaching and
Speaker 1: had selected my science class to teach at. I tracked
Speaker 1: her down after school and confronted her about it. She
Speaker 1: didn't admit to anything, but I did get her to
Speaker 1: agree to tutor me again after school, this time instead
Speaker 1: of during class. One day, we were in a study
Speaker 1: room alone, and I brought up her being here for
Speaker 1: the millionth time. But this time it worked. She admits,
Speaker 1: she came back for me. She had her selection of
Speaker 1: schools and partnered with the one she knew would let
Speaker 1: her see me again. Within seconds of her finishing that sentence.
Speaker 1: We were making out again, and that's how it continued
Speaker 1: for basically the rest of the year. We actually did
Speaker 1: study most of the time, but every day before I left,
Speaker 1: she would give me a kiss. We would spend some
Speaker 1: sessions just making out. I won't lie. I tried to
Speaker 1: get more out of her, but she said that it
Speaker 1: was already too risky with her being a senior in
Speaker 1: college and me only being a junior. It helped that
Speaker 1: I started school late due to a childhood illness and
Speaker 1: am a year older than everyone in my grade, and
Speaker 1: that she is the opposite and is young for her grade,
Speaker 1: but that still left a multi year gap. This continued
Speaker 1: basically unchanged for the entire year. I was placed in
Speaker 1: advanced courses due to how much extra studying I was doing,
Speaker 1: while she would not be able to come back next year.
Speaker 1: She started offering private tutoring sessions, which my parents happily
Speaker 1: agreed to since I was doing so well academically with her.
Speaker 1: The next year, up the ante and we explored each
Speaker 1: other's bodies more. I was tasting her pie once during
Speaker 1: a weekend study session at my house and my father
Speaker 1: almost walked in on us. I turned nineteen that June,
Speaker 1: and since technically she wasn't my teacher or tutor during
Speaker 1: the summer, it was legal. I snuck out the night
Speaker 1: before my birthday and went to her apartment. We were
Speaker 1: literally there, completely bare in position, waiting for the clock
Speaker 1: to strike midnight to make what we were about to
Speaker 1: do legal. The clock struck midnight, and I was in
Speaker 1: I did not last long, and thankfully she didn't either.
Speaker 1: Something about two years of being on edge helped with
Speaker 1: the foreplay. I then went straight to senior since I
Speaker 1: had a lot done before others. She came back as
Speaker 1: much as she could to be a substitute teacher. I
Speaker 1: don't know exactly how that worked, since she didn't have
Speaker 1: her license yet, but it was some partnership with the
Speaker 1: college and my high school. Every time she taught, we
Speaker 1: would bang in as many places as possible. We actually
Speaker 1: got caught in a closet once by one of my friends,
Speaker 1: who wondered where I was sneaking off to. He just
Speaker 1: gave me the thumbs up and let us finish. We
Speaker 1: screwed our way through my senior year. Somehow a rumor
Speaker 1: started about us, and we were both called down to
Speaker 1: the administrator's office to have a talk. Luckily, they only
Speaker 1: had rumors, so nothing happened, but we started hooking up
Speaker 1: at school less because of it. In my last year,
Speaker 1: we met entirely in secret, partly because she was no
Speaker 1: longer able to student teach at my school, and partly
Speaker 1: because we had a plan. I ended up graduating and
Speaker 1: going to the same college that she was attending for
Speaker 1: her masters. In order to throw people off, we met
Speaker 1: in secret for the first few months, and then ran
Speaker 1: into each other at a party and made a big
Speaker 1: deal of how we hadn't seen each other in a
Speaker 1: few years. A few weeks later, we announced we were
Speaker 1: officially dating. No one aside from my one friend, knows
Speaker 1: about how long we were actually involved with each other,
Speaker 1: and we have been openly dating for three years now
Speaker 1: with talks of marriage. So overall it worked out. I
Speaker 1: need to stress that we got lucky. She is only
Speaker 1: four or five years older than me. I have always
Speaker 1: been mature for my age, or whatever crap parents say.
Speaker 1: We spent a very long time together getting to know
Speaker 1: each other before we actually got intimate with each other.
Speaker 1: We held back on things until it was legal because
Speaker 1: we knew it was wrong legally. She never groomed me
Speaker 1: and never used her position of authority over me in
Speaker 1: an inappropriate way. Most importantly, we never got caught, which
Speaker 1: would have spelled the end for her career, and she
Speaker 1: likely would have ended up on the offender's registry. So
Speaker 1: much had to go right for it to work out
Speaker 1: for us. Our story is not typical and really shouldn't
Speaker 1: be seen as a positive thing. Are we in love? Yes,
Speaker 1: absolutely so in love. In fact, we have had long
Speaker 1: sit down conversations to go over the origin of our relationship.
Speaker 1: We are so in love we have gone to couples
Speaker 1: counseling to make sure that we are truly experiencing feelings
Speaker 1: for each other and not just because of a shared trauma.
Speaker 1: We continue to go to therapy together just as a
Speaker 1: general routine in order to make sure we can be
Speaker 1: open and honest with each other despite the scam story sixteen,
Speaker 1: when I was ten, I attended an after school program
Speaker 1: while my parents were at work. That's where I met her.
Speaker 1: As her student, I was the class clown and eventually
Speaker 1: got kicked out of her class. She even requested to
Speaker 1: have me move to another class. At the time, I
Speaker 1: didn't think much of it and just moved on with life.
Speaker 1: Later in life, when I was twenty two, I met
Speaker 1: this gorgeous thirty one year old woman who had just
Speaker 1: moved into my neighborhood. We hit it off quickly and
Speaker 1: started spending all day and night together. I practically moved
Speaker 1: in with her. One day, she told me about being
Speaker 1: a teacher and how she used to work at an
Speaker 1: after school program for a middle school down the road.
Speaker 1: I casually mentioned that I had actually attended that same program.
Speaker 1: The dots hadn't connected yet, but then she described a
Speaker 1: good friend of mine from back then and mentioned this
Speaker 1: one little troublemaker she had to kick out of her
Speaker 1: class with a raised eyebrow. Everything suddenly clicked. I was
Speaker 1: that little jerk that she had to have removed from
Speaker 1: her class all those years ago. Didn't stop us. I
Speaker 1: was hot for the teacher story. Seventeen, I slept with
Speaker 1: a teacher in college. I was nineteen and he was
Speaker 1: in his late twenties. He was attractive, I was attractive,
Speaker 1: so I suppose it just happened. I went to his
Speaker 1: place and we had one of the best nights I've
Speaker 1: ever experienced. He decided it should be a one time thing,
Speaker 1: and I agreed. I never told anyone about it because
Speaker 1: it was consensual and no one else's business. Although I
Speaker 1: do remember having a conversation with him afterward, back at
Speaker 1: college with other students around, he said something he had
Speaker 1: said when we were together at his place. I never
Speaker 1: blushed so hard in my life story eighteen. It started
Speaker 1: innocently enough. She was my chorus teacher, fresh out of
Speaker 1: college and only six years older than me. My brother
Speaker 1: was actually dating her friend from high school. I used
Speaker 1: to cut class and say I had a music lesson
Speaker 1: and we just hang in the music room talk about
Speaker 1: book hooks, music movies. Then she started complaining about her
Speaker 1: relationship a lot, meeting hugs, which I was more than
Speaker 1: happy to help with. It eventually turned to making out,
Speaker 1: and we finally started banging. When she gave me rides
Speaker 1: home after school, I honestly felt like I found a
Speaker 1: million dollars but couldn't tell anybody about it. It was weird.
Speaker 1: Then she got weird, asking for her hugs in front
Speaker 1: of the entire class. I knew, everyone knew. I started
Speaker 1: riding home with my friends again. Then she started just
Speaker 1: showing up at my house. I had a very awkward
Speaker 1: conversation with my dad, who knew exactly what was going on,
Speaker 1: but was so impressed. He just kept saying, damn, she's pretty.
Speaker 1: Ghosting hadn't been invented back then, but I did the
Speaker 1: best I could. Eventually she chilled out. A few months later,
Speaker 1: I stopped by her room during our normal hanging time
Speaker 1: and she apologized, told me she was just going through
Speaker 1: a lot with her crappy boyfriend and needed some attention
Speaker 1: from someone that actually liked her. We didn't talk much
Speaker 1: after that. I graduated soon after, but were friends on
Speaker 1: Facebook and she actually married a decent guy and has
Speaker 1: a nice family. I'm very relieved we were never found out.
Speaker 1: It would have been devastating to both of us. Story nineteen.
Speaker 1: My particular field has a mandatory internship period after graduating
Speaker 1: from college and passing the national Board exams. During your internship,
Speaker 1: you have a preceptor in charge of guiding you and
Speaker 1: teaching you the things the books didn't like physical techniques
Speaker 1: and state specific laws. School taught the national curriculum, not
Speaker 1: the state specific laws. The preceptor is often a supervisor
Speaker 1: or manager at the facility that gave you an internship,
Speaker 1: but could be anyone with a license in the field
Speaker 1: internships are extremely competitive and extremely hard to come by
Speaker 1: in my area, so I started out doing grunt work
Speaker 1: at a facility to eventually earn an internship. My preceptor
Speaker 1: was the supervisor of the firm and more than a
Speaker 1: decade my senior. During the internship, you understandably spend a
Speaker 1: lot of time together because the intern is not allowed
Speaker 1: to perform any job duties without supervision. So we had
Speaker 1: the same schedule, worked on the same projects, and ate
Speaker 1: lunch together every day. After about four months of this,
Speaker 1: we both come back from holiday break and as we're
Speaker 1: catching up, we both say we have big news. His
Speaker 1: news turned out to be that he filed for divorce
Speaker 1: with his wife. He'd been wanting to for a long time,
Speaker 1: but talking with me about infidelity finally gave him the push.
Speaker 1: His ex wife had cheated on him twice and he
Speaker 1: had proof. My news was that I broke up with
Speaker 1: my long term boyfriend. I spent the holiday with my sister,
Speaker 1: who saw I was miserable because my boyfriend wasn't respecting me,
Speaker 1: and ultimately she gave me the sister talk of what
Speaker 1: are you actually getting out of this relationship? We both
Speaker 1: kind of looked at each other and blushed and went
Speaker 1: back to eating lunch in a bit of awkward silence.
Speaker 1: It took another four months of awkward brushing up against
Speaker 1: each other while trying to work physical job, awkward radio
Speaker 1: songs coming up while working, Don't Stand So Close to
Speaker 1: Me by Sting and the Police Caught Up in You
Speaker 1: by thirty eight, Special Young Girl by Gary Puckett, and
Speaker 1: The Union Gap, just to name a few that all
Speaker 1: came on spontaneously on the radio while we were working
Speaker 1: together on more than one occasion, and veiled flirting before
Speaker 1: we finally went on a date together. He continued being
Speaker 1: my preceptor for the remaining four months of my internship
Speaker 1: and we dated in secret since he was my immediate
Speaker 1: superior and responsible for whether I got my license in
Speaker 1: the field. Then when I got my license, we both
Speaker 1: went public with the relationship, and shortly after moved to
Speaker 1: a different firm, where he was immediately promoted to management
Speaker 1: and I too was promoted to management. Within a year.
Speaker 1: Five years later, we're both still doing well with the
Speaker 1: new firm, married, own a house together, and our first
Speaker 1: baby is due in a month. So mine has a
Speaker 1: happy ending story. Twenty So I actually didn't know she
Speaker 1: was my teacher. She was maybe twenty three or twenty
Speaker 1: four and I had just nineteen. I was in California
Speaker 1: during summer vacation, went to Disneyland, California Adventure, all the
Speaker 1: fun stuff. I met her while in line for the
Speaker 1: Winnie the Pooh ride. None of my friends wanted to
Speaker 1: go with me. We had fun, hit it off, and
Speaker 1: eventually went to her hotel room. Spent the weekend meeting
Speaker 1: up and hanging out, and then we parted ways. The
Speaker 1: first day of the new semester comes around and I
Speaker 1: see her in the classroom, and I'm excited. I didn't
Speaker 1: know she went to the school, and so I went
Speaker 1: in and sat down, and she went up to the
Speaker 1: front of the room and introduced herself to everyone. Then
Speaker 1: we did the whole get to know each other thing
Speaker 1: and what we did over summer, and when it got
Speaker 1: to me, her face turned purple like she couldn't breathe
Speaker 1: after the initial shock in the first day, I stayed
Speaker 1: after for a few minutes, we cleared the air, laughed,
Speaker 1: and then the rest of the school year was fine.
Speaker 1: We slept together a couple of times after I graduated,
Speaker 1: but nothing while she was actually My teacher story twenty one.
Speaker 1: I dated my teacher six months after I graduated. He
Speaker 1: was my junior year history teacher, and I had a
Speaker 1: massive crush on him in class and he probably knew,
Speaker 1: but he never did anything inappropriate strictly a teacher student relationship.
Speaker 1: He was twenty nine, got in trouble as a teacher
Speaker 1: for going against the grain, had tattoos and a dad bot.
Speaker 1: I was super into it. Always thought he was really
Speaker 1: intelligent too, but looking back, I realized he had just
Speaker 1: had more time to form his own opinions about the world.
Speaker 1: During my first semester in college, I took a chance
Speaker 1: and hit him up. We kind of hit it off
Speaker 1: and dated for six months, and three months in he
Speaker 1: told me that this was the longest relationship he'd had
Speaker 1: since he was in high school. I lived with him
Speaker 1: briefly during summer break in college. One night, I went
Speaker 1: out with some friends and ended up getting s Dot aid.
Speaker 1: I'm not sure he understood that it was SA because
Speaker 1: he pretty much broke up with me on the spot
Speaker 1: when he got home from work and I told him
Speaker 1: what happened. I packed my stuff and called my parents
Speaker 1: to come pick me up because I didn't have a
Speaker 1: car yet. Story twe it was during college it got intimate,
Speaker 1: but I'd been his favorite since early on. He'd say
Speaker 1: it in front of the class, which at first made
Speaker 1: me feel weird, mostly because I didn't want anyone to
Speaker 1: hate me for it. He told me how smart I
Speaker 1: was for my age, always called on me to share
Speaker 1: my opinion, and always put my assigned seat at the
Speaker 1: front or right next to his desk. By the beginning
Speaker 1: of tenth grade, I'd spent my lunch time hanging out
Speaker 1: with him in his classroom, just the two of us,
Speaker 1: but he was mostly teaching me about politics or sports.
Speaker 1: In eleventh grade, I became his teacher assistant during my
Speaker 1: free period. It took a turn after one of his
Speaker 1: best friends got into a bad accident and ended up
Speaker 1: in the hospital. I brought him a coffee and a
Speaker 1: cookie to cheer him up. It was completely innocent. He
Speaker 1: messaged me on Facebook later that day and we just
Speaker 1: kept talking from there. I had had a boyfriend at
Speaker 1: the time for over a year, but he was a
Speaker 1: terrible influence on me, and the teacher saw that, so
Speaker 1: he told me I should break up with him. I did,
Speaker 1: and my tea teacher immediately started leaving hints. He was
Speaker 1: the first guy to call me beautiful. He made me
Speaker 1: feel like I was a beautiful, hot, smart young woman.
Speaker 1: I was nineteen at the time. No guy my age
Speaker 1: could compete with the experience of a thirty something grown man.
Speaker 1: Of course, I fell hard for his prepping and grooming.
Speaker 1: My best friend at the time knew what was going on.
Speaker 1: I had sent her a screen shot once because he
Speaker 1: said something funny. When she and I got into a fight,
Speaker 1: she showed her mom and told her everything. Her mom
Speaker 1: told the school. He was pulled out of class while
Speaker 1: I was in the classroom. Neither of us knew the
Speaker 1: sheriff was waiting in the principal's office when I got
Speaker 1: brought out. They accidentally opened the door and I saw
Speaker 1: the look of complete devastation on his face. I knew
Speaker 1: what was happening. I know now what he did to me,
Speaker 1: but at the time I thought that I had lost
Speaker 1: the love of my life. I blamed myself for sharing
Speaker 1: the relationship with my friend. I blamed myself after I
Speaker 1: found out I wasn't the first student there were rumors
Speaker 1: of trouble about I was just the first one with
Speaker 1: proof the screenshot. I eventually turned on him when I
Speaker 1: realized he was just going to get away with what
Speaker 1: he did, just like he did with all the other girls.
Speaker 1: The case moved forward. It kept going for years, getting
Speaker 1: put off. The attorney lost contact with me, and the
Speaker 1: case was dismissed. I didn't know they lost my contact.
Speaker 1: I just thought it was still being deferred. He never
Speaker 1: went to jail. He was never charged with exploitation or abuse.
Speaker 1: What he did was a felony, and he should have
Speaker 1: become a registered offender. I have no idea what happened
Speaker 1: to him after story twenty three. I had a crush
Speaker 1: on one of my grad school teachers for a year
Speaker 1: and a half. I was into everything about her, looks, brain, everything.
Speaker 1: I ended up teaching the same subject many years later,
Speaker 1: and I still used the notes and materials from her
Speaker 1: classes with my own students. She was engaged to someone else,
Speaker 1: so I never even thought about anything ever happening. It
Speaker 1: was an a nice fantasy. Then out of the blue,
Speaker 1: she calls my cell phone and tells me that she's
Speaker 1: thinking of getting into yoga and knows that I am
Speaker 1: into yoga. So would I get a drink with her
Speaker 1: and tell her more, I was not exactly experienced with hookups,
Speaker 1: and I actually took her at her word. I went
Speaker 1: expecting to talk about yoga and go home afterwards, but
Speaker 1: we ended up getting totally wasted making out in the
Speaker 1: middle of a bar, and then I walked her home,
Speaker 1: where I kept saying I'm sorry, and this definitely isn't happening,
Speaker 1: and I'll just get you to your door and go home.
Speaker 1: It did happen, but the joke was on her. She
Speaker 1: got a few seconds of the worst sessh of her
Speaker 1: life and then got to listen to me in the
Speaker 1: bathroom for a while. The next day she found me
Speaker 1: in the hallway and told me that it was a
Speaker 1: huge mistake and asked me not to tell anyone. Nobody
Speaker 1: would believe me anyway, so I agreed. I can honestly
Speaker 1: say I wish the entire thing had never happened. She
Speaker 1: got married and moved on with her life. I ended
Speaker 1: up having to take her husband's class before I could graduate.
Speaker 1: Story twenty four. I guess I technically had an intimate
Speaker 1: relationship with a teacher. She was the lab ta for
Speaker 1: my invertebrate zoology lab and refused to do anything with
Speaker 1: me until after the class. After classes, we partied and
Speaker 1: hooked up quite a lot. After a year of us
Speaker 1: still being together, other tha as started dating undergrads. Seven
Speaker 1: years later, were married and have a kid together. Story
Speaker 1: twenty five. When I was nineteen, I had a fake
Speaker 1: ID and went out to a bar with a few
Speaker 1: older friends after a hockey game. We ended up meeting
Speaker 1: a group of girls and spent most of the night
Speaker 1: hanging out with them. I hit it off with one
Speaker 1: of them, went back to her place and we hooked up.
Speaker 1: We exchanged numbers, and I headed out the next morning.
Speaker 1: Fast forward to Monday, I'm back at school, walking into
Speaker 1: my first period class, and there she is, the girl
Speaker 1: from the weekend, standing at the front of the room
Speaker 1: as the supply teacher. Her face turned about as red
Speaker 1: as a fire truck, and I was strutting to my
Speaker 1: seat like Vince McMahon making a grand entrance. Story twenty six.
Speaker 1: My story isn't about a teacher, but it's in the
Speaker 1: same vein as your question. I was sixteen when I
Speaker 1: met a girl who was nineteen. As we introduced ourselves,
Speaker 1: she told me she was a sophomore in college. I said, cool,
Speaker 1: I'm a sophomore too, conveniently leaving out the part where
Speaker 1: I was in high school. She assumed I was her age,
Speaker 1: and I didn't do anything to correct that assumption. We
Speaker 1: dated for a few months. When she called to tell
Speaker 1: me she was pregnant, my actual response was, I'm seventeen.
Speaker 1: My parents are going to be pissed. At the time,
Speaker 1: it never occurred to me just how upset she was
Speaker 1: about to get. But big surprise, we actually stayed together
Speaker 1: after I turned eighteen. We got married when I was twenty,
Speaker 1: and we've been together almost every day for the last
Speaker 1: twenty three years. We've often joked about who was the
Speaker 1: prey and who was the predator, though I know I
Speaker 1: was never being prayed. What we've built is one of
Speaker 1: the most honest and loving relationships I've ever seen. Three
Speaker 1: kids and more than two decades together, and I wouldn't
Speaker 1: trade her for anyone. She's my rock and my light.
Speaker 1: There are plenty of things I'd change if I could
Speaker 1: do it all over again, but only if it still
Speaker 1: meant I'd get to marry her once more. I hope
Speaker 1: my light hearted tone doesn't hide the truth. I was
Speaker 1: a lying idiot who somehow ended up exactly where I
Speaker 1: was meant to be, despite making almost every wrong decision
Speaker 1: along the way. Story twenty seven. When I was nineteen,
Speaker 1: I dated a professor from my university for a few months.
Speaker 1: I wasn't his student, but he taught some of my friends.
Speaker 1: We met randomly at a club, and I had no
Speaker 1: idea he was a professor there until a few days
Speaker 1: later when we started texting. He was really attractive, dark
Speaker 1: hair and bright blue eyes, and joked that his female
Speaker 1: students often flirted with him during office hours. He was
Speaker 1: thirty three, which made him pretty young for a professor,
Speaker 1: but quite a bit older than me at the time.
Speaker 1: It was fun for a while, though things got awkward
Speaker 1: when we realized he actually taught some of my friends.
Speaker 1: He definitely wasn't happy about that. The day we realized
Speaker 1: he taught my friends was a couple of weeks after
Speaker 1: we met. When I was at his apartment, I asked
Speaker 1: to see some of his class materials, and he thought
Speaker 1: it would be interesting if I could tell the difference
Speaker 1: between a terrible essay and a great one, even if
Speaker 1: I wasn't familiar with the subject, so I started reading.
Speaker 1: That's when I noticed the failing essay had my friend's
Speaker 1: name at the top. He got really upset, saying it
Speaker 1: was a privacy violation that I was looking at her
Speaker 1: failed assignment. But honestly, I thought it was kind of
Speaker 1: hot that he thought my friend's essay sucked. It really
Speaker 1: played up his position of power in my mind. Story
Speaker 1: twenty eight. So this wasn't while she was actively teaching me,
Speaker 1: but she was my teacher. Nonetheless, when I was in
Speaker 1: high school, we had the cliche fresh out of her
Speaker 1: master's smoking hot teacher. Most guys had a thing for her.
Speaker 1: She knew it and laughed it off. Super professional about
Speaker 1: the whole thing, even down to leaving doors open when
Speaker 1: students hung out. I was a bit more awkward during
Speaker 1: those years. Then I went overseas for a while after graduating,
Speaker 1: gained some confidence, life experience, and all that. After I
Speaker 1: was done gallivanting across the world mostly drunk instead of
Speaker 1: going to university, I finally came back home. One of
Speaker 1: my first weekends back, I went to a local bar.
Speaker 1: I saw her there, smoking hot as ever. I went up,
Speaker 1: said hi and chatted her up. We hit it off
Speaker 1: and went back to her place for a night of
Speaker 1: very fun stuff. The next morning, I made a comment
Speaker 1: about fulfilling a fantasy I had when I took her class.
Speaker 1: She kind of got this confused look on her face.
Speaker 1: Funny thing her class names. Really, nothing that would have
Speaker 1: identified me as her student ever came up. Even when
Speaker 1: I gave my name, I looked different enough that she
Speaker 1: didn't make the connection. I just assumed she knew it.
Speaker 1: Turns out she wasn't into that, and sadly it never
Speaker 1: happened again. Makes for a funny story that nobody believes
Speaker 1: but always pretends to. Story twenty nine. I'm not a
Speaker 1: student anymore, but it happened in the nineties when I
Speaker 1: was very young, and it went on for more than
Speaker 1: a year. It started with making me sit on his
Speaker 1: thighs often and I could feel his woody I never
Speaker 1: knew what to think of it, as I never got
Speaker 1: any training or attention from my parents about situations of essay,
Speaker 1: it went on from there. After twenty two years of
Speaker 1: being a biologically straight guy, I still remember what that dirty,
Speaker 1: stinking dong felt like. The experience gave me depression and
Speaker 1: anxiety and an inability to trust a relationship. I still
Speaker 1: freak out when I see a kid sitting on any
Speaker 1: man's lap. I woke up after a night full of
Speaker 1: bad dreams, feeling sick in my stomach. It's important to
Speaker 1: protect and keep every child away from such negative forces
Speaker 1: because we remember. Also, no, he didn't get caught. I
Speaker 1: told people about it around four years ago, and they
Speaker 1: didn't act on it. I lost the heart to seek revenge,
Speaker 1: but I've seen how the consequences of deeds work for
Speaker 1: some people. A couple of years ago, he got diagnosed
Speaker 1: with Giambarre syndrome. He's partially paralyzed and feels like his
Speaker 1: hands are constantly on fire. Knowing that did not feel
Speaker 1: as good as I thought it would. I feel the
Speaker 1: exposure and humiliation of his deeds would be a proper punishment.
Speaker 1: I try to make myself happy with hobbies. More often
Speaker 1: than not, it works. Thank you for watching. If you
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