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