All boys have a teacher they fantasized about during their teenage years. Mine was Ms. O. She was hot - long hair, nice breasts, and an ass that was just gorgeous. I sat in the front row during my sophomore year for her web design class. She always had my attention, whether she was facing me - though I only about half the time was I looking above the next - or she was turned around, writing on the board where I could watch her ass move. I didn't do that well in her class, in part because my mind was otherwise distracted and not paying attention to the scholastic subject matter. The other reason was that I was deadly afraid of being called upon. As a horny teenage boy, I perpetually had an embarrassing "problem" that had me deathly afraid to stand up.
I joined the yearbook team my junior and senior years just because Ms. O was the staff person in charge. It allowed me some occasional one-on-one time with her. I know, she was an upstanding teacher and she'd never think of doing anything inappropriate with a student. And in high school I wasn't exactly the most attractive boy. I was tall, about 6 foot, but only about 150 pounds - lanky, zit-faced, uncoordinated, and no experience with girls.
Fast forward a couple years. I matured, put on over 30 pounds, mostly of muscle, my complexion cleared up. And of course college women gave me some practical experience - not to mention confidence. While home on break from college, I was driving by my high school one day. It was after school hours, nobody left in the parking lot except for the familiar vehicle of Ms. O. I decided to stop in and say hello. She was at her desk, working on her computer. She was as captivating as ever. I stood in the doorway staring at her. The feelings, the lust, came back to me rather quickly. I didn't move until she finally looked up, puzzled.
" Ms. O.," I said. She didn't recognize me. "John. John Wilson."
"Oh! Hi." She said with a smile. "My, you've, uh, changed. College has been very good to you, I see." She was looking me up, with a bigger smile. She just stared for a second – and I swear I saw a little lust in her eyes – before snapping herself out of it. "So, how have your studies been going?"