A few years ago, I found myself lusting after my Spanish teacher. He was young and fairly handsome.
In hindsight, we had been flirting for months, but at the time I just thought he was nice to me because I was a good student. I enjoyed his lessons and was good at the language.
After a few months of veiled flirting, I started staying late after class for extra help, after he would drive me home.
We both knew it was slightly inappropriate but it was fun and secret. He would always make extra time for me and he made me feel special.
I started going to his class with no panties on, pulling my skirt up so it was shorter or unbuttoning my shirt a little bit more. I knew he was watching me, noticing the show I was putting on in plain sight.
One day, he asked me to stay after class, his voice was stern and I worried I was actually in trouble. Maybe I misconstrued his kindness...
He waited until everyone had left to call me over to his desk. I walked slowly to it, nervous.