When I was sixteen years old and in year 11, I had a major crush on one of my teachers. I wouldn't say that she was particularly beautiful, but she wasn't unattractive either. I remember her legs the most. Great legs, and particularly sexy when she wore a shortish summer dress and open toe sandals. I was fantasizing about her since the first day of class, as was my best friend at the time.
Anyway, there was this one occasion when I bumped into her up at the local shops on a hot summer day. She knew that I lived just around the corner from her because she lived right next door to a girl I went out with for a little while and we'd run into each other previously and had a couple of brief chats. I accepted the ride, but instead of dropping me at home she took me straight to her place. Nothing in particular occurred to me when she pulled into her driveway. I guess I remember thinking it was a tiny bit strange, but it also seemed reasonable enough given that I literally
did live less than a minutes walk away. What I
did think about for absolutely ages afterwards was the fact that she asked me if I'd like to come inside for a cold drink. In that moment I remember feeling nervous about the social awkwardness of the situation, made up some excuse that I don't recall anymore, thanked her for the ride, and walked home instead.
To this day I am not sure what her intentions were. It is entirely possible that she was being genuinely and innocently nice. She was, after all, one of those really
nice teachers. It was a hot day to be walking back from the shops, so a ride home and a cool drink is a reasonable thing to offer someone. But then again, inviting a student to your home, especially when you live alone (as I had found out from my ex-girlfriend that she did) is a questionable thing to do. Not only that, she had busted me staring at her legs in class on more than one occasion, so she knew what was going on in
my mind. I thought about all this for ages afterwards.
As it stands however, I don't have an
"I had sex with a hot teacher I was crushing on" story to tell anyone, as much as I sometimes wish that I did. What I have to say instead is that even though sometimes I imagine how incredibly awesome it could have been, I'm not so sure that it would have turned out to be anything like the romanticized fantasy that I had floating about in the mind.
it's still dicey. Firstly, there is a grossly skewed balance of power where the child is prone to coercion and manipulaton. Secondly, children often do not understand the consequences of sex.
This is indeed the most relevant and legitimate argument. I'd had girlfriends before, and I'd even been madly in love before. But this wild crush that I had on my teacher was on a whole other level. I wasn't just infatuated with her. It was more like worship. I'd had many conversations about her with my best friend at the time, and she always trumped every other hot chick at school, even though she wasn't actually prettier than most of them. The fact that she was an older woman, a teacher, completely unattainable outside of a young boys imagination, was the X factor. There's no doubt that she would have had a profoundly significant influence over me. Skewed power balance indeed. A sexual relationship could quite easily have had a negative impact on the rest of my life, especially future relationships. Or, maybe not. The thing is that you don't know, and the potential is definitely there, which makes anyone in her position irresponsible if they actually pursue such a relationship.
But, well, we're still free to fantasize aren't we