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I filed a TPO against her and never heard from her again. A few months after it all happened, she was still teaching at my university and I saw her in passing. She was visibly pregnant and I'm assuming she delivered her baby. She's left me alone for a while now.
Was with a history teacher at my school when I was in the sixth form there. He was a really nice guy and we were FWB for a while and as far as I know nobody of any great importance at the school ever found out! Sorry I'm not that experienced in the drug related parts of the language, but ice is a synonymon for meth in English right? My senior Math teacher was a newlywed who moved to a small town. Her and I got along really well.
I finished school and moved to the city about 3 months later I met her in a grocery store and asked if she was here on break. She had divorced her husband. We started talking and it turns out she was isolated in our small town where she knew no one. She moved and still didn't have a lot of friends. It had built up and finally she left him. Our conversation was really good. It seemed like she needed to get it out.
So we went for coffee. Then back to her place. First off, I'm from a really small town. PLUS I went to a private school in said small town. Like, my graduating class had 28 people in it small.
So a week or so before my first day of senior year, I'm at the local grocery store grabbing a few things my mom told me to get. I'm in the canned beans aisle and make eye contact with this really hot guy, but it's weird because it's a small town and I know everyone my age. I say hello and comment on how I'd never seen him around before. He's really shy and says that his family just moved here. We talk for a bit, and talking leads to us making out in his car and him feeling me up. Well, I give him my number and tell him to text me sometime. When I get home, I ask my step sister same grade as me if we have any new kids in our grade this year.
She says she doesn't think so but she knows there's a new kid in the 10th grade. I think that must be him. He texts me the next day, just saying that he's the guy from the store yesterday and asking how things are going. He asks if we can meet up tomorrow and I say sure, let's meet up tomorrow night in the park.
We meet up in the park and end up fooling around again. He fingers me and I blow him. We text constantly the next few days, then right before I go to bed the night before school starts I text him, "Ready for school tomorrow? The next day I'm searching for him down the hall and in my electives. I ask my step brother a 9th grader at the time between classes if he's met the new guy.
He says not yet. Then it's break time, where all of the high school gathers into a large room for 15 minutes to just talk and hang out. I think this is definitely the time I'll see him. Sure enough, I do. And he's standing with all of the teachers??? Panicked, I text him then stare him down. I text him again.
The next night I went to his place and basically jumped him. Say, a longtime friend whom you adore happens to pop up at a party and may cause your heart to skip a beat. I tell him it's a little hard to believe after he told me she still failed him in class. I tried searching for her on the sex offender registry but no luck. But some circumstances can cause the whole scenario to be a little more awkward than expected. Because that kind of secret is one that you think about a lot and one that you totally want to tell and shouldnt tell. We'd play frisbee, walk around parks, see movies, and one day it happened.
We meet up in the history classroom, his new classroom, and I'm angry, demanding to know why he never told me he was a teacher. He's angry, too, and demanding to know why I never told him I'm a student.
He tells me he just graduated from the university in the city, and there weren't a lot of openings for history teachers so this was the only job he could get. If someone were to find out what happened between us, his career would be shattered before it even began. I feel bad for him and assure him I won't tell on him, so long as he promises to delete my number and never contact me again.
Then we go our separate ways. It was awkward every time I saw him, but I kept my word and didn't turn him in. He's a good guy so I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. As far as I know, he still works there and hasn't had any scandalous relationships with students. I'm confused how that doesn't come up naturally in conversation "hey you just moved here? What school are you going to? I logged in just to say how awesome it was of you to not tell anyone. You could of easily played victim and possibly gotten money out of a lawsuit form him. Turning him in never even crossed my mind.
Now that I'm a struggling college graduate and more or less in his position not a lot of jobs available and whatnot , I'm even more glad I didn't! Honestly this just seems kinda There was nothing predatory or sinister going on, and at the time you didn't even have a clue about each others positions outisde of the relationship.
You had some great fun and then parted ways so suddenly because of circumstances you couldn't control. I hope you both have done well for yourselves since, you sound like nice people. I was tutoring a girl in Grade 12 math college aged girl pre-calc math. The girl wasn't in high school though, I nearly was. I had just graduated from high school at the time so I was more familiar with the math she needed.
She had forgotten most of it since her university courses never really used math. She was actually in university already and she was trying to do her GRE for entrance into a masters psychology program. She was also the girlfriend of someone I knew. The first tutoring session I already knew what was going on. She was super flirtatious and found the most absurd reasons to touch me.
She'd constantly be reaching over my arm so her breasts rubbed against my arm. She'd get up and bending over to pick up textbooks that had nothing to do with what we were working on. Even the old, "It's too hot in here," disrobing thing. By the third tutoring session, she had lost all pretense and was full out grabbing my ass and reaching down to squeeze my cock.
It was a combination of exciting and terrifying.
I was still a virgin at the time so all her attention was difficult to manage. By the fourth session, I told her and her boyfriend that she didn't need my help anymore and she'd be fine. She pouted but said, "Ok. Three weeks later she showed up at my gym. She was waiting out in the parking lot for me, standing next to my car. She had blown off her boyfriend by telling him she was at her volunteering job. She had left that job mid-shift so she could catch me coming out of my training session.
So at this point, I was like I've done all I could to avoid this. I've been the stand-up guy for now, but if she's still pursuing me Might as well get this virginity thing out of the way We went back to my apartment and I told my roommate to go to his room and don't bother coming out till later.
He laughed and then went to his room to smoke up. Then and there, in my shitty little apartment, in my tiny little bedroom, I lost my virginity to this girl. She was the girlfriend of someone else. A masters degree applicant. It lasted about 7minutes and that's being generous. Not because I was quick to pull the trigger, but because she was very fast on the gun. She fell off of me at that point in a crumpled heap of post-orgasmic giggles.
She was babbling incessantly about how amazing the sex was. She marveled at the fact I was "still hard. You sat there and kissed me like a mudskipper desperately searching for another puddle while you kind of sort of rotated your hips a bit while riding me.