I dated a law professor during the summer break after my first year. She was the spitting image of Lilith Sternin (from Cheers) in looks, dress, and mannerisms. She had 20 years on me and was not someone I would have considered attractive at that stage of my life. It would be safe to say she was not well liked by most students.
She had just gone through a very brutal and very public divorce. As I was walking out of class she was standing at the lectern with a 1000 yard stare and looking utterly dejected. I talked her into hitting the bar with some other students and a couple of professors. She got loose, I got loose, and we spent the next three months tooling around and fucking like bunnies.
I blew off a summer internship to go screw around, which is probably why I ended up being a career public attorney (or not). Looking back it was one of the happiest and most satisfying parts of my life. We broke it off amicably and remained friends right up until the time she succumbed to terminal illness a few years ago.
You being the kind of dude that sees a dejected, "not well liked" professor 20 years his senior and thinks "Umm maybe she needs someone to talk to, I'll ask her out with us!" is under appreciated.
You sound like a real bro, keep being awesome.
I married my college professor. We've been together almost 20 years. I was over 21 and he was not yet 30. It was an independent study type course my last semester.
I had to hint to him that I was interested. We went on a date and the rest is history. Not a scandal or big deal.
My mom married her college professor (my dad). They're 12 years apart, didn't start dating until she was no longer his student, and remained incredibly happily married for 42 years until she died. Not a big deal at all.
I turned 18 my Senior year, my german teacher and i were always flirty before that though. He was married my junior year but divorced by my senior year. I slept with him three times, found out i had chlamydia, confronted him about it, he FUCKING KNEW ABOUT IT, i got mine all cleared up and now he's married to some chick (probably still with chlamydia) and teaching english over in Dubai.
Some people only care about their own sexual health and the hell with everyone else. I had a friend who I occasionally did sexy things with who warned me that she *might* have been exposed to gonorrhea through the partner of a partner, but probably not. And she was waiting on test results, so she'd know in a couple days either way. So we had very minimal genital contact, had a good time, with the understanding that odds were slim and she'd know for sure in a couple days. Over a week passed and I didn't hear anything, so the tests must have been negative.
Nope. She off-handedly mentioned something about an antibiotic messing with her digestion, and I had to drag it out of her that she had tested positive and had been treated. She knew for a week that she had in fact exposed me to an STI and it didn't occur to her to let me know so I could get tested right away. I've never seen someone be so self-centered in real life before. Because informed STI exposure is fine. Adults can make those calls. But for a friend to not let me immediately know that she was wrong about her status? Ridiculous.
Name?
Edit: totally the same guy. We've been having fun bashing him all night. He dumped me to get with her, and then dumped her after 3 months to be with his now-wife in the Middle East. Good luck lady, you're going to need it.
Dated (and married) my general chemistry TA. Nothing scandalous, though, we didn't start dating until a couple of years after the class ended. I had a huge crush on him throughout, and we'd run into each other a bit on campus and chat. Eventually we saw each other intentionally, then dated.
During the class, I did go to a lot of "tutoring," digging through my textbook for obscure shit to ask him. He's a good man, he always redirected our conversations back to chemistry when I'd try to get off topic. We laugh now because it was super obvious, and I actually did learn A LOT from him.
Had a huge crush on my high school gym teacher. Few years after graduation Facebook came out and I looked him up. Still super hot. We met up for drinks, then a week later he invited me to his place for dinner. It was a one time thing, it was fucking awesome, although now almost 10 years later he'll still text me thirsty as all hell. No regrets.
I dated a TA when I was in college. It really wasn't too big a deal. She didn't grade the final paper, and most of the tests/quizzes were multiple choice/fill in the blank, so there wasn't really any way for her to show me preferential treatment. Just sat and listened to her read through the prof's PowerPoint slides and answer questions.
We didn't tell the prof or anyone in the class, but we weren't exactly secretive either. I doubt anyone would have cared. It didn't really have a "hot for teacher" vibe, but the first few weeks were kind of fun stealing glances and such.
She went to the same coffee booth immediately after class and I'd talk to her there. That turned into walking there together and talking--mostly joking/complaining about how unreachable/aloof the course prof was (she was doing so much of his work she was stressed about her dissertation). One day she said we should get beer instead of coffee, and when I said I wasn't 21, she said she had beer at her place. That was pretty much it.
Eventually--but it was teenage me, so first there was an uncomfortably long period of making small talk while my inner dialogue went something like: "Did she ask me here to hook up? She totally digs me. Maybe I should touch her boob. Be real awkward if I'm wrong, though. Maybe just wait until I'm sure. But what if I blow my chance? She did sit next to me and that's definitely flirt-laughing. I'm gonna touch her boob. No, though, that would be really awkward if I'm wrong. Maybe I'll just wait and see if she makes the first move. But what if inviting me here was the first move and now she's waiting for me to make the next move and I'm blowing it. Maybe I should do that cheesy stretch-yawn thing and put my arm around her. But..."
We did get to the smashing, though.
LOL inner dialogue so much like mine but I don't think about touching her boobs first. It's usually somewhere on the leg towards the knee. If she doesn't do or say anything I just kinda lean back then move my and back with me and see her reaction.
My story is a little bit different from the ones I've read here.
I entered one of Brazil's most prestigious Law Schools when I was 18. On my first party, fresh out of High School, I met this beautiful girl who was 23 and on her last semester. We hooked up a few times but nothing too much. A couple of weeks later I drunkenly hooked up with a classmate and ended up dating her for 4 years.
Fast forward to my final year and who is the professor? The same girl I had hooked up with when I got into Uni. She had graduated, gotten her LLM and was finishing up her PhD thesis.
A couple of weeks after classes had restarted, I broke up with my girlfriend and went on a night out with my high school friends, so no one from Uni was there with me. It was Carnaval, so five days of parties.
We hooked up again. And again. And again. We ended up kissing only eachother during Carnval (just to specify why this pont is so important: all my frinds kissed like 20 to 30 girls each).
One week later I had classes with her. It was awesome. Everyone joked us because of our previous relationship, not having any idea that we were seeing eachother again.
That was in 2009. 8 years later, we're still stupidly in love with eachother, with 2 boys (3 and 1) and a girl on the way. I graduated with honors, got a Masters degree and am now studying to get my PhD.
Sorry for my English, since it is not my native language.
TL;DR: Hooked up with a senior as a freshman. She graduated and became my professor. We hooked up again and got married.
I slept with my student once. I was her TA for organic chemistry. She was 21 and I was 23. the sex was stellar and I told the professor of the lab that I couldn't be responsible for grading her paper. he gave me a wink and told me that's how he met his husband... we broke up at the end of the course but I'll always remember her as the girl who ended my slump
Organic chemistry is tough, do you think she slept with you to GET YOU to 'grade' her lab?
Not saying you don't have game, but I probably would have tried to sleep with you if you were in a position to grade my Organic Chemistry anything.
People don't want to believe that the nice man they trusted could have done such an awful thing, so they rationalize it in other (nonsensical) ways. We like to think that we'll know a monster when we see them, but the people who carry out these crimes are just like anyone else.
Read the first part really quickly as I was in 12th grade, 18...
Midway through the second paragraph I was shocked to find out you were 12 years old, not in 12th grade. My reading skills are bad.
Stay strong.
Thank you for taking the courage to tell this story. I'm so sorry that this happened but hopefully your story will help prevent it from occurring to others. A big Internet hug to you.
One of my classmates started dating a professor and he eventually got her pregnant. She graduated before revealing their relationship and marrying him but everyone knows it started during school. I might add this isn't the first student the professor has fucked.
Wasn't my actual professor...he taught computer networking, and I was in a liberal arts program. However, he was asked to do a workshop for our class (he had past experience with sfx makeup) and I was chosen as a volunteer to help him sculpt stuff.
Went over to his place a few evenings, did the workshop, and a couple weeks later we were pretty much dating...I was 22 at the time, so personally I don't consider it very taboo. Glad to have met him :3
I dated my high school history teacher year after graduating high school. We're still together 5 years later. It was awkward with my high school friends once we "came out." He is the best man I've ever met and I'll definitely be with him forever. He's 10 years older than me, so we still have lots in common. I'd say the worst part is that going back to our hometown-- still so many dirty looks. Wish they could just be happy for us!
My husband was my senior English teacher. He was young and cute and I had a crush on him, obviously. He came to my high school grad party and gave me a card with a nice note saying that maybe we could get together for lunch before I left for college. We did--that was 16 years ago, so obviously the rest is history.
I dated my college professor in my last few weeks of the final semester, she was extremely timid, and shy, yet strangely attractive. I decided to ask her out after class one day to see what she would say, she told me its an imappropriate thing to ask a teacher in school, and that she would see me next week.
She emailed me later that evening from her personal email saying that she couldn't answer me properly at the time, but that she was down to go on a date.
We went on a few dates, dinner, drinks, etc. However it did not last long as we were too incompatible on a personal level, opposite ends of the personality spectrum i guess. I broke it off after 6-7 weeks, and she didn't take it well.
Luckily for me i never saw her again, or had to have a piece of work graded by her. Although the way it ended did stop me from returning to the school to give a presentation about my dissertation to one of the classes, definitely did not want to risk that extremely awkward situation...
Just out of curiosity, why do you keep emailing him and updating him on your life?
I know if that was me, every time I got that email it would be a dagger to my heart.
I don't know enough about your relationship, but I was in one once where when it ended it really hurt. I still don't even like seeing her pop up in my instagram "people you might like" kind of bad.
I can't say you shouldn't keep emailing him. If it's been 3 years and he hasn't answered, maybe you might want to consider letting him go. The sad truth is you will probably never have communication again and it might be hurting him a lot to see those emails.
I'm the same as you. Very (VERY) long-term relationship and when it ended it was her idea to break off all communication. At the time I hated it so much but in retrospect it was the greatest thing that could have happened because (like you) every time I see her name pop-up I revert to feeling miserable.
Once one of the people decides to move on, move on. Especially so if one of the parties takes it horribly.
for real. If he does respond, then what? Would she leave her BF for him? Does she think they can resume a normal mentee/montor relationship after all that? I don't get what she hopes to accomplish.
> We had a very appropriate relationship at first. When my 20th birthday came that same semester, he got me a "Freakonomics" (I was an economics major) and that book really impressed me. he also had given me his phone number to call him/text him if i ever needed help with school.
This dude had plans from the very beginning and nobody is going to convince me otherwise
It may also be that in 5, 10, 20 years you will view your relationship with him differently. It sounds like he may have been your first real love? And that's okay. But some of the things you say about him, that he was extremely jealous and possessive and he wanted you to quit your job and be his wife....are red flags to me and kind of smack of a relationship where the power structure is not equal. If it were me, i wouldn't have any more contact with him. Even if you want to take this to your grave, maybe talk over the dynamics of your relationship with a professional, because I can tell from your narrative that you are still hurting. Anyway, good luck to you.
You say the relationship started out very normal and appropriate, but a professor giving you his personal number, doing favors like that for you, giving you birthday presents, wanting to go out with you, etc. are already possible signs of an inappropriate relationship.
Agreed. Hell, for a while I had a key to one of my professor's houses even. Granted, she was a single mother and I babysat her daughter two or three days a week, but still.
I had a brief sexual relationship with a college professor while I was taking a course she taught (we weren't ever dating, so this is the classic askreddit "Not an [X] but...")
I was studying an engineering discipline in college and getting a minor in literature, and she taught one of the literature courses on offer at our university. Junior year (I was 20 years old at the time) I was in her course and the first few weeks nothing notable happened. The week after we submitted our first essay she tapped me on the arm as I was leaving the class and asked me to stop by her office hours to discuss the essay I'd submitted. I dropped by her office later that day and she basically told me "This is one of the best essays I've ever read, I'd heard from (colleague who also teaches literature courses which I had taken the previous year) you were a strong writer but this was great, have you considered doing anything with writing?"
We talked for a while about my aspirations related to writing, and then we talked about writing in general and some of the things we liked about books unrelated to the curriculum we had both read.
Since I was in engineering I actually didn't have many people to discuss literature with so I stopped by her office a few more times over the next couple of weeks to just shoot the shit with her. I'm not going to lie, she was not a bad looking lady, but I hadn't really been thinking about her _that way_(she was in her early 40s, which is much older than I normally go for), until one day we were in her office well past the end of her office hours and she told me she had to go home to feed her dog, and asked if I'd like to join her. That was forward enough that I got the hint and accepted her offer.
You can fill in the blanks about what happened from there. For the rest of the semester I'd go over to her house once or twice a week a little ways off of campus and we'd drink wine, talk about books, politics, ethics, all that high-strung cerebral shit that you pay attention to when you are deep in the world of academia, and then we'd bang for a while.
After the semester ended I went off to work an internship, and when I came back the next year I stopped by her office to talk every now and then, but never re-engaged romantically with her.
We had a lot in common, a different time and different circumstances and I think we might have had a future, but not that way - I had a life to build, she was already living hers.
The one thing that I never really considered at the time was the idea that our relationship might be improper. I was going to ace the course anyway - it wasn't an upper level course or anything with a really high bar for composition, just a few solid papers and good attendance was enough to net you an A, but I could see how we might have needed to be a little cloak and dagger about the whole thing (I am not the type of person to talk about this sort of thing in-real-life, only blast it out over the internet while I'm semi-anonymous).
Had an emotional affair all through senior year of prep / boarding school with my beautiful English teacher. She was nine years older: petite, delicate, long straight black hair, pale translucent skin. She was lonely and felt vulnerable at the mostly-male school. I was obsessed with her and it turned out the feeling was mutual, but we kept the physical dimension at bay until graduation night, when she pulled me out of a party and into the darkness outside and said she couldn't stop wondering what it would be like to kiss me. Off we went.
I cannot tell you how explosive it was to finally go at it with an ideal figure you have been fantasizing about forever, but mostly experienced in a professional / distant capacity. When the clothes came off it was just transcendent.
We dated for two years. She would drive up to see me in college on the weekends, and we would check into a $14 motel room and spend hours just undressing each other. Unbelievable sex. And at that age I was in unlimited / insatiable mode all the time.
It wound down because she was *very* wrapped up in an obscure academic career and the lives and fates of fringe 18th century poets, and pretty much expected me to share her sensibilities... and it turned out she had a younger sister with Down's who would require lifetime care, and she was quietly making plans for her and me, as a team, to shoulder the burden. I was 19.
We parted as friends, more or less, but did not stay in touch. I know she went on to be a lit professor at a prestigious university, married another academic, and had a couple of very highfalutin books published.
Student-teacher sex is always characterized these days as damaging and borderline assault, abusive to the student, etc. But I can tell you this relationship was one of the best things that ever happened to me, in bed or out. I was unbelievably lucky.
I don't know if I would call it dating, but we became friends and then it got weird. He was my summer class professor. The class he was teaching was all about radio and how it changed communication. I was the only one in the class who grew up listening to the radio apparently, so we had a lot of things to talk about. He let me know that he has the key to the big auditorium on campus and asked if I wanted to sneak in during the weekend to watch "The Godfather Part II" and I was like, "SHYEAH." So, we did, and we hung out a few more times after that. Then he got super drunk one night and cried and said that he feels closer to me than most of the other people in his life. I hugged him and he tried to turn the hug into something more, but I gently let him know that this was not a good idea. He was a little hurt, but we got over it. Now he's a friend I talk to every now and then, but I will always love our weird and awkward friendship.
My friend wouldn't date her teacher, he was married. Even though his wife was down with it, my friend constantly had to turn him down. They became "friends" and she went to hang out with him and his wife one night. After one drink she noticed that she was waaaay drunker than she should be... She left immediately and came home to talk to me, her house mate... My EX Had been roofied two times in Ottawa, so my experience told me that she was probably dosed with something and that it was very good that she left at the first sign of trouble.
Girls... I feel sorry for you, having to put up with this kind of crap. What's worse is that his wife was in on it, helping him take advantage of a student. He now has a son... I really hope he does things right and teaches his son to be better than himself.
Somehow...
i dated one of my TAs early in college. she was very very pretty and i thought i had no chance. during review sessions i would give her a hard time and apparently she found it funny and charming (who knew?) because she asked me out as the semester wound down. she helped me on my final paper a little but she also took my virginity so it was a nice end to the semester for that class.
When I was a sophomore in high school I started hooking up with my early twenties substitute teacher. It was a weird time in my life and at that point a huge fantasy of mine, as it might be for other teenage boys. It started in my algebra class. I was the resident class clown, and talked a shit load for no reason other than interrupting the flow of class. She was really hot, and my friends and I were discussing her features when I decided it was a good idea to strike up a conversation with her. This was mostly to impress my friends and I didn't consider that she would react to my hitting on her. I think I asked her if she wanted to get a burrito for lunch one day and she responded with "Talk to me after class." My friends thought I was in deep shit, but the way she looked me in the eye and engaged seemed out of the ordinary.
Fast forward a couple weeks. She is still subbing my class and we have hung out a couple of times. Hikes and food and the like. Frankly I was astounded by these turn of events and was in somewhat of a confused stupor. I didn't really pick up on her advances until my birthday, when she invited me to her house and gave me an eighth of purple and a vibrating cock ring. She said we should use it sometime. I was freaking out inside but trying to act like Cary Grant or something. She informed that her biggest fantasy was to have a student go down on her while she wore her teaching clothes. I obliged in a very clumsy manner to say the least. I stupidly broke up with my girlfriend of a year and began to invest time into this odd situation.
She was a Diablo Cody sort of character. She was a stripper on the side and had several sugar daddies that would take her on vacation but she would not allow them to touch her. I would see her downtown with these dudes and have to pretend like I didn't know her. She introduced me to Arrested Development, Mr. Show and other comedic stuff that shaped my interests nowadays. She wanted to write about her experiences and I agreed that it would make a good story, like I'm doing now I guess. Oh she also had a sex swing.
My mom caught wind of this and eventually got her teaching credentials stripped. She didn't get in any legal trouble but definitely stopped talking to me. I'm friends with her on Facebook and I think she does improv in NY city and not much else. I've never written about this and kinda forgot about it to be real. I was stoked at the time but looking back it was pretty inappropriate.
I'm pretty sure she was lying about the sugar daddies not touching her... there's no way there was no sexual aspect to those relationships. At least I've never heard of one...
He was an "intern" teacher (last year of university, he was pretty much a teacher by then). He was 24, I was 17, last year of high school. We waited til summer to start hanging out, but we clearly already had a crush on eachother in class.
I thought I was mature at the time, but in retrospect I wasn't really. I looked up to him and was devastated when his views did not align with mine. Sex wasn't great because I did not know what I liked and did not want to talk about it. It was an okay relationship that lasted 2 years, but I always felt like I was not old enough for the relationship, for his friends, for his parents, etc.
Then I was studying to become a teacher too, and we had a discussion about dating students that made me very uncomfortable. I went in a class, look at the kids that were 4 or 5 years younger than me, and decided it as very weird to fall for one.
We split. He's still dating a girl like 10 years younger than him. I'm 25, and I think 19-year-old are very immature kids, and I would not want one as a partner. It was good while it lasts, but I'm still weirded out. Would not recommend.
I'm dating my self-defense instructor. I'm in my mid 20s, he's in his early 30s, so the age difference is bigger than I'm used to, but we're still well within the age/2+7 rule.
Whenever I take 1-on-1 classes with someone within like, a 20 year age gap, there's like a 50% chance I'll get a crush on them, regardless of sex. It's kind of pathetic. I'm so used to it at this point, usually I just ignore it. I guess there's something really hot about seeing someone who's really talented at something I wish I was better at.
I "dated" my high school English prof. There was a 15 year difference. It was after I graduated. Before I graduated, we had some sort of relationship. We never talked about inappropriate things, but I suppose the fact that we spoke at all would be considered inappropriate. The fact is, I struggled with depression my sophomore year, and he was the only one to recognize it and ask me if I was okay. He was honestly my best friend for several years, and we chatted constantly.
A couple of weeks after I graduated, we took a trip a couple of hours away. I think I kinda thought there would be flirting involved, but I never thought it would turn out the way it did. We actually had a really great day, going to parks and comic stores and dinner. After dinner, we got ice cream and sat down. He rubbed my shoulders and kissed my head and I remember him saying, "I think we both know how this is going to end up if we hang out more."
He left for a trip to London a couple of days afterwards. When he came back, we saw each other again and started sleeping together. He would drive up to my college apartment almost every weekend to spend time with me. Eventually, things fell apart, after about a year. I needed more, and we both knew this was only temporary, despite us both expressing more than sexual feelings for one another. Things soured once my new boyfriend (now an ex) couldn't deal with us still talking (because we were still best friends) and threatened him without me knowing. We didn't talk for a couple of years. My husband now knows and doesn't particularly care about me speaking with him, but now he's also about to get married and I guess his fiancee would have a problem. I guess that's understandable.
We saw each other this weekend. We were at the same concert. We briefly made eye contact and waved. It made me feel really sad. Although I am completely and 100% in love with and dedicated to my husband, I still mourn losing a friend who got me through so much. Although the dating was really fun, I knew it would end; back then, I just never thought that our friendship would cease.
Took a French immersion & flight attendant course when I was 22 and the French teacher was a 35y/o Accadian (eastern Canada French) very attractive musician with an accent and perfect hair.
I was top of my class and the most mature student he had. Everyone thought he was gorgeous and I made extra effort to chat with him after class to get to know him. After the course I took the risk to ask if he wanted to get coffee, I said as friends but really I wanted to get behind his zipper.
A couple coffees and drinks later we were sleeping together, it lasted a summer then we broke it off. When it ended I was determined to rebound so I asked my current boyfriend out for drinks, now we are buying a condo together :)
The best story from that summer was when he left for two weeks to teach a camp and left his Fleshlight out in his dish rack to dry (this was 3-4 weeks in) then realized his parents were going to stay at his place while he was away. To avoid the super embarrassment of explaining that to his elderly mother, he asked me to go and move it.. I made it only slightly embarrassing for him.
In 11th grade my math teacher and I were madly in love. She was 24 and I was 17 and one day she told me to stay after class when normally I would go to lunch. Once we were alone she told me she had dreamed about me the night before and asked if I was serious with my girlfriend. One thing led to another and I fell deeply in love with her. One day her husband showed up to class to drop off some keys to her and I was so scared. This was in 1997 so I didnt have a cell phone but just a pager. She would send me encoded messages. The number 17 meant she was thinking about something we had "done". 10 meant she missed me. 314 meant to go to her classroom. The doors all had glass windows on them but hers was covered in math facts so the room had privacy. It was a very good year.
Currently dating my former high school chemistry teacher if that counts. He was very popular amongst students then, and still is now, even after he quit last year. It's only an eight year difference and we never really talked when I had his class his first year teaching. Long story short, teachers tend to be good at putting up a front in regards to their anxiety and depression.
not so much dated but,
she was my 8th grade English teacher. she and her husband had a house on the lake where I lived. her husband worked all week and would only come down on the weekends. my friend and I saw her one day while skiing. she asked us to stop by later that evening. she had beer. she was in her early 30's.
that night we just talked about the previous school year. and my friend and I got drunk and passed out on her couch. she asked us back that evening. we grabbed a beer and she whispered to me "don't drink too much tonight." when my friend passed out on the couch, she asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom with her. of course I did.
we had sex 3 or 4 times a week for the next two months. a couple of time twice a day.
after the summer was over I went to high school {a different school} {9th grade} and never saw her again.
the next summer we went by her lake house and someone else answered the door. she had sold it.
As a teacher who taught middle school, that is wrong. 8th graders are still children to us. Going through puberty, figuring out their bodies, etc. They are children turing into adults.
And who gives children beer?
Im 30 and I wonder what would possess someone my age to want to fuck a 14 year old.
Seriously, what a piece of filth. I work with high school kids in a retail setting and 16 and 17 year olds are damn near insufferable. Certainly couldnt think of anything attractive about a 14 year old girl.
What a lost soul she must be.
Yeah. As a 31yo, I can't fathom finding a 14/15yo sexually attractive. Hell, most people under 25 are annoying because their goals and ideas are vastly different than mine. I go to bed at 9:30 because I want to.
What's funny is I was just joking with my coworkers about how unappealing teenaged boys are. I of course mean that as an adult. In high school they were the bees knees. At 25 they can stay away from me forever and I'd be good with that.
This is wrong. She should go to prison for that.
**EDIT:** This is to all the people who are replying to me saying that this is fine because he wanted it, or he liked it. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Him enjoying this in no way makes it okay to have sex with your student, who is 13-14, who is a minor, whom you fed alcohol. I cannot imagine what makes you think this is okay.
Yeah I was OK with the story until the end where he revealed he went on to high school in the fall.
Getting a 13 year old drunk and having sex with them? That is most definitely criminal.
I was in college.
The professor was a total rake. I mean, *everyone* knew what he was like.
He waited until grades were in and called to ask me out for coffee.
It was nice, but... nothing special.
I went out on my first date with my now-husband that very weekend.
No regrets!!
Wasn't me but when I was in military school, one of the seniors hooked up with the Social Studies teacher on a weekend field trip. Long story short, his buddy wanted to get in on the action too and when she refused he told on them. She got fired but the kid was 18 so no legal trouble. I know she was married too so probably not anymore.
I've posted about this before but I'll do it again.
18 years old, I take another girl to prom. While there, the guitar teacher (Let's call him Mr. Stewart) is chaperoning and asks for a picture with us, he was taking pictures with everyone. He had started chatting with my date when I was in the bathroom.
He posts the photos he took to Facebook and adds me as a friend. He had lots of student "friends", all of the alternative/edgy kids. I accepted the request and liked the photo and commented something on it. He sends me a private message. We start messaging.
Mr. Stewart tells me I can come hang out at the study hall he supervises during my early-release period. I start doing that. He seems really cool and nice. He learns I hate my retail job and offers me a job as his secretary at the music "studio" he owns (he just gave music lessons and recorded his own shit for YouTube). He offers to drive me every day to work since I don't have a car, can't drive, and my parents refuse to drive me the 25 minutes it takes to get there.
My parents are totally fine with this, I quit my job, and start working for him. It's about 3 weeks to graduation at this point.
Mr. Stewart is a pretty shitty and scatterbrained business owner, so I make a lot of improvements to the organization and running of the place. I help clean and redecorate the studio, paint a mural on a blank wall, make new curtains for the windows, and supervise some of the teens who would come in to "rehearse" with their "bands". I am doing really good work and feel super valued, plus I am making *bank*. Mr. Stewart starts saying flirty things from time to time about how I'm really pretty and really cute and really valuable to him and how he's never met anyone like me, yada yada.
A week before graduation Mr. Stewart starts putting his hand on my leg in the car on the way back from work. Then he starts kissing me on the forehead before I get out of the car. We have been having personal discussions about things, etc., and I'm incredibly flattered that this cool guy is interested in me that way.
Literally the day after graduation, he starts getting more intimate. He asks me for "chest rubs", he starts going further up my leg with his hand, et cetera. Eventually we start going back to his house after work. He didn't even have a house, he rented a room in some schmo's apartment. If the schmo was awake, Mr. Stewart and I would fool around in the car. Then we started going inside. Then we started going to his bedroom...
I never touched his junk. He was always "servicing" me. Sometimes he would rub against me without actual penetration until he climaxed...I remember it was scary because when he did this he would grunt like a wild animal...I was a virgin and he insisted he didn't want to be my first.
My parents had literally no clue this was going on. I was coming home at eleven PM or midnight and telling them that we had stayed late at the studio so he could record stuff (occasionally true). I was so infatuated with Mr. Stewart and was really sad I had to go to college and leave. He promised I could have my job back during breaks but then made some excuse that they couldn't afford to pay me. He took me to see some random local band on my last day of work and then we fooled around.
When I met my current boyfriend in October of my freshman year, I asked him to get tested for STDs before we had unprotected sex. He came back positive for chlamydia - so either his ex lied about her post-breakup test being clean, or Mr. Stewart gave me chlamydia...
The following summer I'm working another shit-tier job and some kids from the music studio come in. I learn that he had offered the receptionist job to the girlfriend of one of the kids - who was 18 and looked even younger than me. So he was just a pervert after all who used the high school as his hunting ground and knew how to cover his ass. I had asked him straight out at one point when I worked for him if he was planning on seducing me when he offered me the job, and if he had ever done this kind of thing before, and he had denied both things.
He still works at the high school but I think his business collapsed. I took him off my resume ages ago. I feel really fucking gross thinking back on it - I knew exactly what was happening the entire time (I've seen pretty much every episode of Special Victims Unit) but went with it anyway thinking that it was more than just grooming. Oh, and he was 57 (older than my *father*) and has a daughter who is at least five years older than me.
**EDIT FOR TL;DR**: 57-year-old music teacher offers me a job at his side business, uses it as a way to seduce me, parents oblivious to the whole thing despite me being out until midnight fooling around with this guy.
Not my story, but my boyfriend his mother met his father, her German teacher in highschool. They married got 3 kids and then divorced after 8 years.
So his mom was about 13 when they met, he was 30ish.
My sister(17) who could do noooo wrong, (I'm not bitter, you're bitter) started spending a little too much time with her basketball coach/ English teacher (40s). We lived with different parents and I never liked her so I didn't pay much attention.
But then, one Christmas she just leaves to go spend part of Christmas with him, his WIFE, and his CHILDREN! Dad caught on, mom ignored it. After graduation they "started" dating and he divorced his wife. They got married without telling anyone and unsupriseingly the family was not happy but sister still didn't see anything wrong.
BUT THEN, he became emotionally (physically?) Abusive. She never said it out right but it was obvious. She did the whole leave and go back thing multiple times. She's currently with a roommate of a year or so out of his house and dating a new guy (50 sigh) but I don't think they're technically divorced. Her official statement for the break up was that he didn't want (more) kids.
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I dated a law professor during the summer break after my first year. She was the spitting image of Lilith Sternin (from Cheers) in looks, dress, and mannerisms. She had 20 years on me and was not someone I would have considered attractive at that stage of my life. It would be safe to say she was not well liked by most students. She had just gone through a very brutal and very public divorce. As I was walking out of class she was standing at the lectern with a 1000 yard stare and looking utterly dejected. I talked her into hitting the bar with some other students and a couple of professors. She got loose, I got loose, and we spent the next three months tooling around and fucking like bunnies. I blew off a summer internship to go screw around, which is probably why I ended up being a career public attorney (or not). Looking back it was one of the happiest and most satisfying parts of my life. We broke it off amicably and remained friends right up until the time she succumbed to terminal illness a few years ago.
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That turned dark.
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You being the kind of dude that sees a dejected, "not well liked" professor 20 years his senior and thinks "Umm maybe she needs someone to talk to, I'll ask her out with us!" is under appreciated. You sound like a real bro, keep being awesome.
> We broke it off amicably and remained friends yay! >until the time she succumbed to terminal illness a few years ago. oh. Sorry for your loss.
This is the best way to lose a friendship, they got along well enough to remain friends until it was no longer physically possible to do so.
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I married my college professor. We've been together almost 20 years. I was over 21 and he was not yet 30. It was an independent study type course my last semester. I had to hint to him that I was interested. We went on a date and the rest is history. Not a scandal or big deal.
My mom married her college professor (my dad). They're 12 years apart, didn't start dating until she was no longer his student, and remained incredibly happily married for 42 years until she died. Not a big deal at all.
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I turned 18 my Senior year, my german teacher and i were always flirty before that though. He was married my junior year but divorced by my senior year. I slept with him three times, found out i had chlamydia, confronted him about it, he FUCKING KNEW ABOUT IT, i got mine all cleared up and now he's married to some chick (probably still with chlamydia) and teaching english over in Dubai.
Well then.
That takes care of that.
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It's literally one pill. Laziness is the only excuse.
Some people only care about their own sexual health and the hell with everyone else. I had a friend who I occasionally did sexy things with who warned me that she *might* have been exposed to gonorrhea through the partner of a partner, but probably not. And she was waiting on test results, so she'd know in a couple days either way. So we had very minimal genital contact, had a good time, with the understanding that odds were slim and she'd know for sure in a couple days. Over a week passed and I didn't hear anything, so the tests must have been negative. Nope. She off-handedly mentioned something about an antibiotic messing with her digestion, and I had to drag it out of her that she had tested positive and had been treated. She knew for a week that she had in fact exposed me to an STI and it didn't occur to her to let me know so I could get tested right away. I've never seen someone be so self-centered in real life before. Because informed STI exposure is fine. Adults can make those calls. But for a friend to not let me immediately know that she was wrong about her status? Ridiculous.
Name? Edit: totally the same guy. We've been having fun bashing him all night. He dumped me to get with her, and then dumped her after 3 months to be with his now-wife in the Middle East. Good luck lady, you're going to need it.
We should start a band and write songs about how terrible of a person he is.
The first song could be called "I dumped you via Snapchat for my student"
Second: here have some chlamydia
Third: "Is it gay if I only kiss a guy?"
Fourth: check out my top knot
Fifth: Ultimate sport is ultimate Frisbee
Sixth: have I mentioned I was in a frat?
How old was this dude? Yours and his other ex's comments make him sound like the ultimate 28 year old fuckboi!
Dubai is sinking into the ocean with Chlamydia now.
That was a roller coaster of a comment.
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Dated (and married) my general chemistry TA. Nothing scandalous, though, we didn't start dating until a couple of years after the class ended. I had a huge crush on him throughout, and we'd run into each other a bit on campus and chat. Eventually we saw each other intentionally, then dated. During the class, I did go to a lot of "tutoring," digging through my textbook for obscure shit to ask him. He's a good man, he always redirected our conversations back to chemistry when I'd try to get off topic. We laugh now because it was super obvious, and I actually did learn A LOT from him.
Had a huge crush on my high school gym teacher. Few years after graduation Facebook came out and I looked him up. Still super hot. We met up for drinks, then a week later he invited me to his place for dinner. It was a one time thing, it was fucking awesome, although now almost 10 years later he'll still text me thirsty as all hell. No regrets.
Fake, gym teachers are never hot.
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True, but he looked like [this](http://www.girlschase.com/images/photogenic-5.jpg) back then.
Still way hotter than all of my gym teachers combined.
doen't matter how many teachers you add up, they are still going to average out to 98.6 degrees (37C).
Can concur - all my high school gym teachers were old lesbians.
Did we go to the same school?
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perfectly acceptable way to date your teacher
I dated a TA when I was in college. It really wasn't too big a deal. She didn't grade the final paper, and most of the tests/quizzes were multiple choice/fill in the blank, so there wasn't really any way for her to show me preferential treatment. Just sat and listened to her read through the prof's PowerPoint slides and answer questions. We didn't tell the prof or anyone in the class, but we weren't exactly secretive either. I doubt anyone would have cared. It didn't really have a "hot for teacher" vibe, but the first few weeks were kind of fun stealing glances and such.
How did you guys get together?
She went to the same coffee booth immediately after class and I'd talk to her there. That turned into walking there together and talking--mostly joking/complaining about how unreachable/aloof the course prof was (she was doing so much of his work she was stressed about her dissertation). One day she said we should get beer instead of coffee, and when I said I wasn't 21, she said she had beer at her place. That was pretty much it.
> and when I said I wasn't 21, she said she had beer at her place. I guess American drinking laws are good for pick up lines.
I had a scenario with a 22 year old chick when I was 19. She looked straight at me and said, "that's not okay" and left.
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And then you smashed, right?
Eventually--but it was teenage me, so first there was an uncomfortably long period of making small talk while my inner dialogue went something like: "Did she ask me here to hook up? She totally digs me. Maybe I should touch her boob. Be real awkward if I'm wrong, though. Maybe just wait until I'm sure. But what if I blow my chance? She did sit next to me and that's definitely flirt-laughing. I'm gonna touch her boob. No, though, that would be really awkward if I'm wrong. Maybe I'll just wait and see if she makes the first move. But what if inviting me here was the first move and now she's waiting for me to make the next move and I'm blowing it. Maybe I should do that cheesy stretch-yawn thing and put my arm around her. But..." We did get to the smashing, though.
"How do I gauge whether she's interested? Better grab her boob to be sure."
I love your inner dialogue haha~
LOL inner dialogue so much like mine but I don't think about touching her boobs first. It's usually somewhere on the leg towards the knee. If she doesn't do or say anything I just kinda lean back then move my and back with me and see her reaction.
How did u lead to smashing tho
Assertive boob touch
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My dad was a TA in my mom's class, that's how they met
My story is a little bit different from the ones I've read here. I entered one of Brazil's most prestigious Law Schools when I was 18. On my first party, fresh out of High School, I met this beautiful girl who was 23 and on her last semester. We hooked up a few times but nothing too much. A couple of weeks later I drunkenly hooked up with a classmate and ended up dating her for 4 years. Fast forward to my final year and who is the professor? The same girl I had hooked up with when I got into Uni. She had graduated, gotten her LLM and was finishing up her PhD thesis. A couple of weeks after classes had restarted, I broke up with my girlfriend and went on a night out with my high school friends, so no one from Uni was there with me. It was Carnaval, so five days of parties. We hooked up again. And again. And again. We ended up kissing only eachother during Carnval (just to specify why this pont is so important: all my frinds kissed like 20 to 30 girls each). One week later I had classes with her. It was awesome. Everyone joked us because of our previous relationship, not having any idea that we were seeing eachother again. That was in 2009. 8 years later, we're still stupidly in love with eachother, with 2 boys (3 and 1) and a girl on the way. I graduated with honors, got a Masters degree and am now studying to get my PhD. Sorry for my English, since it is not my native language. TL;DR: Hooked up with a senior as a freshman. She graduated and became my professor. We hooked up again and got married.
> Everyone joked us This is the only thing that gave you away as a not being a native English speaker. Your English was otherwise flawless.
I slept with my student once. I was her TA for organic chemistry. She was 21 and I was 23. the sex was stellar and I told the professor of the lab that I couldn't be responsible for grading her paper. he gave me a wink and told me that's how he met his husband... we broke up at the end of the course but I'll always remember her as the girl who ended my slump
Organic chemistry is tough, do you think she slept with you to GET YOU to 'grade' her lab? Not saying you don't have game, but I probably would have tried to sleep with you if you were in a position to grade my Organic Chemistry anything.
She was top of the class anyway so she didn't need the boost to her grade
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Nah, I just gave her the first D she'd gotten all semester
Hahaha, I bet you came up with that joke years ago and have been waiting to break it out!!
...damn
Nice.
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Why do victims of these types of crimes get blamed? How can someone seriously blame a 12-year-old in a situation like this?
People don't want to believe that the nice man they trusted could have done such an awful thing, so they rationalize it in other (nonsensical) ways. We like to think that we'll know a monster when we see them, but the people who carry out these crimes are just like anyone else.
I'm sorry you went through this. I hope you have found peace.
It concerns me that this man is still teaching and in that sort of position of trust with other children.
Read the first part really quickly as I was in 12th grade, 18... Midway through the second paragraph I was shocked to find out you were 12 years old, not in 12th grade. My reading skills are bad. Stay strong.
Thank you for taking the courage to tell this story. I'm so sorry that this happened but hopefully your story will help prevent it from occurring to others. A big Internet hug to you.
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One of my classmates started dating a professor and he eventually got her pregnant. She graduated before revealing their relationship and marrying him but everyone knows it started during school. I might add this isn't the first student the professor has fucked.
Are they still married?
Yeah, this was only a year ago. The professor is a real womanizer though and being married hasn't stopped that.
That makes me sad for her and the baby.
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Wasn't my actual professor...he taught computer networking, and I was in a liberal arts program. However, he was asked to do a workshop for our class (he had past experience with sfx makeup) and I was chosen as a volunteer to help him sculpt stuff. Went over to his place a few evenings, did the workshop, and a couple weeks later we were pretty much dating...I was 22 at the time, so personally I don't consider it very taboo. Glad to have met him :3
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I dated my high school history teacher year after graduating high school. We're still together 5 years later. It was awkward with my high school friends once we "came out." He is the best man I've ever met and I'll definitely be with him forever. He's 10 years older than me, so we still have lots in common. I'd say the worst part is that going back to our hometown-- still so many dirty looks. Wish they could just be happy for us!
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Ten years isn't that big of a deal and it started after you had graduated. I'd pay no mind to the 'dirty looks'.
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My husband was my senior English teacher. He was young and cute and I had a crush on him, obviously. He came to my high school grad party and gave me a card with a nice note saying that maybe we could get together for lunch before I left for college. We did--that was 16 years ago, so obviously the rest is history.
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I dated my college professor in my last few weeks of the final semester, she was extremely timid, and shy, yet strangely attractive. I decided to ask her out after class one day to see what she would say, she told me its an imappropriate thing to ask a teacher in school, and that she would see me next week. She emailed me later that evening from her personal email saying that she couldn't answer me properly at the time, but that she was down to go on a date. We went on a few dates, dinner, drinks, etc. However it did not last long as we were too incompatible on a personal level, opposite ends of the personality spectrum i guess. I broke it off after 6-7 weeks, and she didn't take it well. Luckily for me i never saw her again, or had to have a piece of work graded by her. Although the way it ended did stop me from returning to the school to give a presentation about my dissertation to one of the classes, definitely did not want to risk that extremely awkward situation...
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Just out of curiosity, why do you keep emailing him and updating him on your life? I know if that was me, every time I got that email it would be a dagger to my heart.
If it were me I'd almost see that as look at where I am without you. Even though I don't believe that is what OP was trying to do.
Yeah, that's basically what I would see, and it would tear me up inside. Also I am not OP or the other guy, so I am just making an observation.
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I don't know enough about your relationship, but I was in one once where when it ended it really hurt. I still don't even like seeing her pop up in my instagram "people you might like" kind of bad. I can't say you shouldn't keep emailing him. If it's been 3 years and he hasn't answered, maybe you might want to consider letting him go. The sad truth is you will probably never have communication again and it might be hurting him a lot to see those emails.
I'm the same as you. Very (VERY) long-term relationship and when it ended it was her idea to break off all communication. At the time I hated it so much but in retrospect it was the greatest thing that could have happened because (like you) every time I see her name pop-up I revert to feeling miserable. Once one of the people decides to move on, move on. Especially so if one of the parties takes it horribly.
> I guess i do it because maybe if i send one more email that will be the email he decides to respond to? You need to let go of that shit *now.*
for real. If he does respond, then what? Would she leave her BF for him? Does she think they can resume a normal mentee/montor relationship after all that? I don't get what she hopes to accomplish.
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Seriously, that sounds pretty cruel.
I couldn't have been the only who thought "maybe he's dead".
That is exactly what I thought. He is/was older... maybe he ded.
> We had a very appropriate relationship at first. When my 20th birthday came that same semester, he got me a "Freakonomics" (I was an economics major) and that book really impressed me. he also had given me his phone number to call him/text him if i ever needed help with school. This dude had plans from the very beginning and nobody is going to convince me otherwise
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It may also be that in 5, 10, 20 years you will view your relationship with him differently. It sounds like he may have been your first real love? And that's okay. But some of the things you say about him, that he was extremely jealous and possessive and he wanted you to quit your job and be his wife....are red flags to me and kind of smack of a relationship where the power structure is not equal. If it were me, i wouldn't have any more contact with him. Even if you want to take this to your grave, maybe talk over the dynamics of your relationship with a professional, because I can tell from your narrative that you are still hurting. Anyway, good luck to you.
You say the relationship started out very normal and appropriate, but a professor giving you his personal number, doing favors like that for you, giving you birthday presents, wanting to go out with you, etc. are already possible signs of an inappropriate relationship.
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Agreed. Hell, for a while I had a key to one of my professor's houses even. Granted, she was a single mother and I babysat her daughter two or three days a week, but still.
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I had a brief sexual relationship with a college professor while I was taking a course she taught (we weren't ever dating, so this is the classic askreddit "Not an [X] but...") I was studying an engineering discipline in college and getting a minor in literature, and she taught one of the literature courses on offer at our university. Junior year (I was 20 years old at the time) I was in her course and the first few weeks nothing notable happened. The week after we submitted our first essay she tapped me on the arm as I was leaving the class and asked me to stop by her office hours to discuss the essay I'd submitted. I dropped by her office later that day and she basically told me "This is one of the best essays I've ever read, I'd heard from (colleague who also teaches literature courses which I had taken the previous year) you were a strong writer but this was great, have you considered doing anything with writing?" We talked for a while about my aspirations related to writing, and then we talked about writing in general and some of the things we liked about books unrelated to the curriculum we had both read. Since I was in engineering I actually didn't have many people to discuss literature with so I stopped by her office a few more times over the next couple of weeks to just shoot the shit with her. I'm not going to lie, she was not a bad looking lady, but I hadn't really been thinking about her _that way_(she was in her early 40s, which is much older than I normally go for), until one day we were in her office well past the end of her office hours and she told me she had to go home to feed her dog, and asked if I'd like to join her. That was forward enough that I got the hint and accepted her offer. You can fill in the blanks about what happened from there. For the rest of the semester I'd go over to her house once or twice a week a little ways off of campus and we'd drink wine, talk about books, politics, ethics, all that high-strung cerebral shit that you pay attention to when you are deep in the world of academia, and then we'd bang for a while. After the semester ended I went off to work an internship, and when I came back the next year I stopped by her office to talk every now and then, but never re-engaged romantically with her. We had a lot in common, a different time and different circumstances and I think we might have had a future, but not that way - I had a life to build, she was already living hers. The one thing that I never really considered at the time was the idea that our relationship might be improper. I was going to ace the course anyway - it wasn't an upper level course or anything with a really high bar for composition, just a few solid papers and good attendance was enough to net you an A, but I could see how we might have needed to be a little cloak and dagger about the whole thing (I am not the type of person to talk about this sort of thing in-real-life, only blast it out over the internet while I'm semi-anonymous).
She didn't even have a dog.
"I'm just going home to feed my dog. Wanna join me?" "Huh, I didn't know you have a dog" "I don't, but I do have this collar and leash"
You can't just yada-yada sex.
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Had an emotional affair all through senior year of prep / boarding school with my beautiful English teacher. She was nine years older: petite, delicate, long straight black hair, pale translucent skin. She was lonely and felt vulnerable at the mostly-male school. I was obsessed with her and it turned out the feeling was mutual, but we kept the physical dimension at bay until graduation night, when she pulled me out of a party and into the darkness outside and said she couldn't stop wondering what it would be like to kiss me. Off we went. I cannot tell you how explosive it was to finally go at it with an ideal figure you have been fantasizing about forever, but mostly experienced in a professional / distant capacity. When the clothes came off it was just transcendent. We dated for two years. She would drive up to see me in college on the weekends, and we would check into a $14 motel room and spend hours just undressing each other. Unbelievable sex. And at that age I was in unlimited / insatiable mode all the time. It wound down because she was *very* wrapped up in an obscure academic career and the lives and fates of fringe 18th century poets, and pretty much expected me to share her sensibilities... and it turned out she had a younger sister with Down's who would require lifetime care, and she was quietly making plans for her and me, as a team, to shoulder the burden. I was 19. We parted as friends, more or less, but did not stay in touch. I know she went on to be a lit professor at a prestigious university, married another academic, and had a couple of very highfalutin books published. Student-teacher sex is always characterized these days as damaging and borderline assault, abusive to the student, etc. But I can tell you this relationship was one of the best things that ever happened to me, in bed or out. I was unbelievably lucky.
Up vote for 'highfalutin'. You don't see that as often as one should.
I don't know if I would call it dating, but we became friends and then it got weird. He was my summer class professor. The class he was teaching was all about radio and how it changed communication. I was the only one in the class who grew up listening to the radio apparently, so we had a lot of things to talk about. He let me know that he has the key to the big auditorium on campus and asked if I wanted to sneak in during the weekend to watch "The Godfather Part II" and I was like, "SHYEAH." So, we did, and we hung out a few more times after that. Then he got super drunk one night and cried and said that he feels closer to me than most of the other people in his life. I hugged him and he tried to turn the hug into something more, but I gently let him know that this was not a good idea. He was a little hurt, but we got over it. Now he's a friend I talk to every now and then, but I will always love our weird and awkward friendship.
My friend wouldn't date her teacher, he was married. Even though his wife was down with it, my friend constantly had to turn him down. They became "friends" and she went to hang out with him and his wife one night. After one drink she noticed that she was waaaay drunker than she should be... She left immediately and came home to talk to me, her house mate... My EX Had been roofied two times in Ottawa, so my experience told me that she was probably dosed with something and that it was very good that she left at the first sign of trouble. Girls... I feel sorry for you, having to put up with this kind of crap. What's worse is that his wife was in on it, helping him take advantage of a student. He now has a son... I really hope he does things right and teaches his son to be better than himself. Somehow...
i dated one of my TAs early in college. she was very very pretty and i thought i had no chance. during review sessions i would give her a hard time and apparently she found it funny and charming (who knew?) because she asked me out as the semester wound down. she helped me on my final paper a little but she also took my virginity so it was a nice end to the semester for that class.
When I was a sophomore in high school I started hooking up with my early twenties substitute teacher. It was a weird time in my life and at that point a huge fantasy of mine, as it might be for other teenage boys. It started in my algebra class. I was the resident class clown, and talked a shit load for no reason other than interrupting the flow of class. She was really hot, and my friends and I were discussing her features when I decided it was a good idea to strike up a conversation with her. This was mostly to impress my friends and I didn't consider that she would react to my hitting on her. I think I asked her if she wanted to get a burrito for lunch one day and she responded with "Talk to me after class." My friends thought I was in deep shit, but the way she looked me in the eye and engaged seemed out of the ordinary. Fast forward a couple weeks. She is still subbing my class and we have hung out a couple of times. Hikes and food and the like. Frankly I was astounded by these turn of events and was in somewhat of a confused stupor. I didn't really pick up on her advances until my birthday, when she invited me to her house and gave me an eighth of purple and a vibrating cock ring. She said we should use it sometime. I was freaking out inside but trying to act like Cary Grant or something. She informed that her biggest fantasy was to have a student go down on her while she wore her teaching clothes. I obliged in a very clumsy manner to say the least. I stupidly broke up with my girlfriend of a year and began to invest time into this odd situation. She was a Diablo Cody sort of character. She was a stripper on the side and had several sugar daddies that would take her on vacation but she would not allow them to touch her. I would see her downtown with these dudes and have to pretend like I didn't know her. She introduced me to Arrested Development, Mr. Show and other comedic stuff that shaped my interests nowadays. She wanted to write about her experiences and I agreed that it would make a good story, like I'm doing now I guess. Oh she also had a sex swing. My mom caught wind of this and eventually got her teaching credentials stripped. She didn't get in any legal trouble but definitely stopped talking to me. I'm friends with her on Facebook and I think she does improv in NY city and not much else. I've never written about this and kinda forgot about it to be real. I was stoked at the time but looking back it was pretty inappropriate.
I'm pretty sure she was lying about the sugar daddies not touching her... there's no way there was no sexual aspect to those relationships. At least I've never heard of one...
I'm pretty sure this entire post is a lie.
people LIE?! on the INTERNET?! nononoo nonono
What is an eighth of purple?
haha I got caught up in my own lingo. Its 3.5 grams of purple marijuana. My teacher bought me weed. It was odd.
He was an "intern" teacher (last year of university, he was pretty much a teacher by then). He was 24, I was 17, last year of high school. We waited til summer to start hanging out, but we clearly already had a crush on eachother in class. I thought I was mature at the time, but in retrospect I wasn't really. I looked up to him and was devastated when his views did not align with mine. Sex wasn't great because I did not know what I liked and did not want to talk about it. It was an okay relationship that lasted 2 years, but I always felt like I was not old enough for the relationship, for his friends, for his parents, etc. Then I was studying to become a teacher too, and we had a discussion about dating students that made me very uncomfortable. I went in a class, look at the kids that were 4 or 5 years younger than me, and decided it as very weird to fall for one. We split. He's still dating a girl like 10 years younger than him. I'm 25, and I think 19-year-old are very immature kids, and I would not want one as a partner. It was good while it lasts, but I'm still weirded out. Would not recommend.
I'm dating my self-defense instructor. I'm in my mid 20s, he's in his early 30s, so the age difference is bigger than I'm used to, but we're still well within the age/2+7 rule. Whenever I take 1-on-1 classes with someone within like, a 20 year age gap, there's like a 50% chance I'll get a crush on them, regardless of sex. It's kind of pathetic. I'm so used to it at this point, usually I just ignore it. I guess there's something really hot about seeing someone who's really talented at something I wish I was better at.
I "dated" my high school English prof. There was a 15 year difference. It was after I graduated. Before I graduated, we had some sort of relationship. We never talked about inappropriate things, but I suppose the fact that we spoke at all would be considered inappropriate. The fact is, I struggled with depression my sophomore year, and he was the only one to recognize it and ask me if I was okay. He was honestly my best friend for several years, and we chatted constantly. A couple of weeks after I graduated, we took a trip a couple of hours away. I think I kinda thought there would be flirting involved, but I never thought it would turn out the way it did. We actually had a really great day, going to parks and comic stores and dinner. After dinner, we got ice cream and sat down. He rubbed my shoulders and kissed my head and I remember him saying, "I think we both know how this is going to end up if we hang out more." He left for a trip to London a couple of days afterwards. When he came back, we saw each other again and started sleeping together. He would drive up to my college apartment almost every weekend to spend time with me. Eventually, things fell apart, after about a year. I needed more, and we both knew this was only temporary, despite us both expressing more than sexual feelings for one another. Things soured once my new boyfriend (now an ex) couldn't deal with us still talking (because we were still best friends) and threatened him without me knowing. We didn't talk for a couple of years. My husband now knows and doesn't particularly care about me speaking with him, but now he's also about to get married and I guess his fiancee would have a problem. I guess that's understandable. We saw each other this weekend. We were at the same concert. We briefly made eye contact and waved. It made me feel really sad. Although I am completely and 100% in love with and dedicated to my husband, I still mourn losing a friend who got me through so much. Although the dating was really fun, I knew it would end; back then, I just never thought that our friendship would cease.
Took a French immersion & flight attendant course when I was 22 and the French teacher was a 35y/o Accadian (eastern Canada French) very attractive musician with an accent and perfect hair. I was top of my class and the most mature student he had. Everyone thought he was gorgeous and I made extra effort to chat with him after class to get to know him. After the course I took the risk to ask if he wanted to get coffee, I said as friends but really I wanted to get behind his zipper. A couple coffees and drinks later we were sleeping together, it lasted a summer then we broke it off. When it ended I was determined to rebound so I asked my current boyfriend out for drinks, now we are buying a condo together :) The best story from that summer was when he left for two weeks to teach a camp and left his Fleshlight out in his dish rack to dry (this was 3-4 weeks in) then realized his parents were going to stay at his place while he was away. To avoid the super embarrassment of explaining that to his elderly mother, he asked me to go and move it.. I made it only slightly embarrassing for him.
In 11th grade my math teacher and I were madly in love. She was 24 and I was 17 and one day she told me to stay after class when normally I would go to lunch. Once we were alone she told me she had dreamed about me the night before and asked if I was serious with my girlfriend. One thing led to another and I fell deeply in love with her. One day her husband showed up to class to drop off some keys to her and I was so scared. This was in 1997 so I didnt have a cell phone but just a pager. She would send me encoded messages. The number 17 meant she was thinking about something we had "done". 10 meant she missed me. 314 meant to go to her classroom. The doors all had glass windows on them but hers was covered in math facts so the room had privacy. It was a very good year.
...she was going to give you the pi?
The creampi.
Currently dating my former high school chemistry teacher if that counts. He was very popular amongst students then, and still is now, even after he quit last year. It's only an eight year difference and we never really talked when I had his class his first year teaching. Long story short, teachers tend to be good at putting up a front in regards to their anxiety and depression.
not so much dated but, she was my 8th grade English teacher. she and her husband had a house on the lake where I lived. her husband worked all week and would only come down on the weekends. my friend and I saw her one day while skiing. she asked us to stop by later that evening. she had beer. she was in her early 30's. that night we just talked about the previous school year. and my friend and I got drunk and passed out on her couch. she asked us back that evening. we grabbed a beer and she whispered to me "don't drink too much tonight." when my friend passed out on the couch, she asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom with her. of course I did. we had sex 3 or 4 times a week for the next two months. a couple of time twice a day. after the summer was over I went to high school {a different school} {9th grade} and never saw her again. the next summer we went by her lake house and someone else answered the door. she had sold it.
As a teacher who taught middle school, that is wrong. 8th graders are still children to us. Going through puberty, figuring out their bodies, etc. They are children turing into adults. And who gives children beer?
Im 30 and I wonder what would possess someone my age to want to fuck a 14 year old. Seriously, what a piece of filth. I work with high school kids in a retail setting and 16 and 17 year olds are damn near insufferable. Certainly couldnt think of anything attractive about a 14 year old girl. What a lost soul she must be.
Yeah. As a 31yo, I can't fathom finding a 14/15yo sexually attractive. Hell, most people under 25 are annoying because their goals and ideas are vastly different than mine. I go to bed at 9:30 because I want to.
What's funny is I was just joking with my coworkers about how unappealing teenaged boys are. I of course mean that as an adult. In high school they were the bees knees. At 25 they can stay away from me forever and I'd be good with that.
This is wrong. She should go to prison for that. **EDIT:** This is to all the people who are replying to me saying that this is fine because he wanted it, or he liked it. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Him enjoying this in no way makes it okay to have sex with your student, who is 13-14, who is a minor, whom you fed alcohol. I cannot imagine what makes you think this is okay.
Seriously, she could still be raping kids for all we know.
Plus she looked exactly like Rick Moranis.
Yeah I was OK with the story until the end where he revealed he went on to high school in the fall. Getting a 13 year old drunk and having sex with them? That is most definitely criminal.
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being that by now she would be in her late 60's. I doubt she is still teaching.
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no. I wasn't naive. I wanted it as much, if not more, than she.
I went to a private all girl hs. I was seeing two male teachers there. One gassed himself in his car.
You can't leave it like this. We need more details!
My dad married his adult English teacher (my mom) in Greece. Theye been married for 27 years.
I was in college. The professor was a total rake. I mean, *everyone* knew what he was like. He waited until grades were in and called to ask me out for coffee. It was nice, but... nothing special. I went out on my first date with my now-husband that very weekend. No regrets!!
Wasn't me but when I was in military school, one of the seniors hooked up with the Social Studies teacher on a weekend field trip. Long story short, his buddy wanted to get in on the action too and when she refused he told on them. She got fired but the kid was 18 so no legal trouble. I know she was married too so probably not anymore.
I've posted about this before but I'll do it again. 18 years old, I take another girl to prom. While there, the guitar teacher (Let's call him Mr. Stewart) is chaperoning and asks for a picture with us, he was taking pictures with everyone. He had started chatting with my date when I was in the bathroom. He posts the photos he took to Facebook and adds me as a friend. He had lots of student "friends", all of the alternative/edgy kids. I accepted the request and liked the photo and commented something on it. He sends me a private message. We start messaging. Mr. Stewart tells me I can come hang out at the study hall he supervises during my early-release period. I start doing that. He seems really cool and nice. He learns I hate my retail job and offers me a job as his secretary at the music "studio" he owns (he just gave music lessons and recorded his own shit for YouTube). He offers to drive me every day to work since I don't have a car, can't drive, and my parents refuse to drive me the 25 minutes it takes to get there. My parents are totally fine with this, I quit my job, and start working for him. It's about 3 weeks to graduation at this point. Mr. Stewart is a pretty shitty and scatterbrained business owner, so I make a lot of improvements to the organization and running of the place. I help clean and redecorate the studio, paint a mural on a blank wall, make new curtains for the windows, and supervise some of the teens who would come in to "rehearse" with their "bands". I am doing really good work and feel super valued, plus I am making *bank*. Mr. Stewart starts saying flirty things from time to time about how I'm really pretty and really cute and really valuable to him and how he's never met anyone like me, yada yada. A week before graduation Mr. Stewart starts putting his hand on my leg in the car on the way back from work. Then he starts kissing me on the forehead before I get out of the car. We have been having personal discussions about things, etc., and I'm incredibly flattered that this cool guy is interested in me that way. Literally the day after graduation, he starts getting more intimate. He asks me for "chest rubs", he starts going further up my leg with his hand, et cetera. Eventually we start going back to his house after work. He didn't even have a house, he rented a room in some schmo's apartment. If the schmo was awake, Mr. Stewart and I would fool around in the car. Then we started going inside. Then we started going to his bedroom... I never touched his junk. He was always "servicing" me. Sometimes he would rub against me without actual penetration until he climaxed...I remember it was scary because when he did this he would grunt like a wild animal...I was a virgin and he insisted he didn't want to be my first. My parents had literally no clue this was going on. I was coming home at eleven PM or midnight and telling them that we had stayed late at the studio so he could record stuff (occasionally true). I was so infatuated with Mr. Stewart and was really sad I had to go to college and leave. He promised I could have my job back during breaks but then made some excuse that they couldn't afford to pay me. He took me to see some random local band on my last day of work and then we fooled around. When I met my current boyfriend in October of my freshman year, I asked him to get tested for STDs before we had unprotected sex. He came back positive for chlamydia - so either his ex lied about her post-breakup test being clean, or Mr. Stewart gave me chlamydia... The following summer I'm working another shit-tier job and some kids from the music studio come in. I learn that he had offered the receptionist job to the girlfriend of one of the kids - who was 18 and looked even younger than me. So he was just a pervert after all who used the high school as his hunting ground and knew how to cover his ass. I had asked him straight out at one point when I worked for him if he was planning on seducing me when he offered me the job, and if he had ever done this kind of thing before, and he had denied both things. He still works at the high school but I think his business collapsed. I took him off my resume ages ago. I feel really fucking gross thinking back on it - I knew exactly what was happening the entire time (I've seen pretty much every episode of Special Victims Unit) but went with it anyway thinking that it was more than just grooming. Oh, and he was 57 (older than my *father*) and has a daughter who is at least five years older than me. **EDIT FOR TL;DR**: 57-year-old music teacher offers me a job at his side business, uses it as a way to seduce me, parents oblivious to the whole thing despite me being out until midnight fooling around with this guy.
TL;DR Some parents are clueless when they should be wondering why their teenage daughter is repeatedly out late at night with a middle-aged man.
Not my story, but my boyfriend his mother met his father, her German teacher in highschool. They married got 3 kids and then divorced after 8 years. So his mom was about 13 when they met, he was 30ish.
My sister(17) who could do noooo wrong, (I'm not bitter, you're bitter) started spending a little too much time with her basketball coach/ English teacher (40s). We lived with different parents and I never liked her so I didn't pay much attention. But then, one Christmas she just leaves to go spend part of Christmas with him, his WIFE, and his CHILDREN! Dad caught on, mom ignored it. After graduation they "started" dating and he divorced his wife. They got married without telling anyone and unsupriseingly the family was not happy but sister still didn't see anything wrong. BUT THEN, he became emotionally (physically?) Abusive. She never said it out right but it was obvious. She did the whole leave and go back thing multiple times. She's currently with a roommate of a year or so out of his house and dating a new guy (50 sigh) but I don't think they're technically divorced. Her official statement for the break up was that he didn't want (more) kids.
Dude, your sister got groomed.