Ms. Verret
Many years ago, when I was in public school, I had my eyes on some of the teachers. This started as early as I could remember. I am sure I didn't find it sexual in the beginning but it grew into sexual thoughts as I grew older.
I remember being very fond of a few teachers in Elementary school but I don't remember having sexual thoughts. My earliest memories of having sexual thoughts of teachers were in my junior high years. I would fantasize of teachers along with other ladies in the community. Of course, teachers, and other older ladies, were obviously off limits to a young boy with raging hormones.
I remember in the sixth grade; we would change classes a couple time a day to prepare us for Junior High. This was a big deal to us because until now, we stayed in the same class with the same teacher all day. Ms. Verret was one of those teachers that I would go in her class later in the day but only for a short time. Most of my day was in my Homeroom class. Basically, your homeroom teacher was your teacher for that year. I wasn't lucky enough to have Ms. Verret but I was lucky enough to have her for a couple hours a day.
I remember having a "crush" on her but after leaving elementary school, I haven't thought about her much. I guess other teachers that I saw daily took her place. There were not many male teachers at my school, so I had many teachers to fantasize about.
Recently, I started thinking about Ms. Verret. I wondered what ever happened to her. I knew then she was considered an ole maid, but here it is 40 plus years later and I wondered what happened to her. I started questioning around with classmates and other teachers that I kept in touch with. Social Media allowed that to happen rather quickly and easy.
I found out she was still alive and living in the same house she did back then. She took care of her parents until they eventually passed away. I assumed she never married because she still goes by her maiden name. I wanted to get in touch with her because she was on my mind for some reason. Someone sent me a picture of her with other retired teachers from that generation. She still looked appealing even if shew as now 84 years old. She didn't look 84 but she aged just like I did. I mean I was 11 years old then and now I am 55 years old.
One day, I decided to give her a call. I had done a little investigating to get her phone number. When I called her, I she was surprised and stunned to get a call from a student so long ago. The phone rang and she answered with hello. I first confirmed it was her and then I identified myself. I asked if it was a bad time to call. She said she was happy to hear from me and had time to chat. After a few minutes, she said she would like to get together and get caught up. I offered to take her to dinner one evening at a local restaurant. She graciously accepted and we agreed that we would meet at a local Mexican restaurant on Friday. I told her that I was excited to see her again after all these years. She was excited to see and hear what I have accomplished. I told her I was excited to see her again.
Friday arrived and I could not have been more excited. I wanted to make sure I was dressed nicely but not over-dressed. I decided to dress like I dress for work. I wore Khakis and a dress shirt. Of course, I didn't wear the company logo shirt I wear to work but I was dressed in casual business attire. I made sure I had a picture loaded oh my cell phone of when I was in grade school. I had found the picture after my divorce and was cleaning up some boxes from moving.
I met her at the restaurant. Actually, we pulled up in the parking lot about the same time. I recognized her right away because someone had sent me her picture on social media. I greeted her in the parking lot and we walked into the restaurant together. It was a funny feeling at first because I still saw her as my teacher and I am sure she still saw me as the little boy in her elementary school class. The hostess sat us down in a corner table where it was quiet and comfortable.
We talked about what we have been doing the past 40 years. She told me after she retired, she took it easy for a while then she traveled a little. She enjoys meeting with other retired teachers and tries to attend events coordinated by the retired teachers. She never married and didn't have children, so she was free to do as she wanted since her parents had passed away.
I told her that I was a certified electronics technician. I told her that I attended college and also an electronics school. I told her about various jobs and positions I held in my professional career. She seemed impressed with my accomplishments. I told her once I had gotten tired of the extra stress in the oil field industry, I switched to the medical field. I went on to say how I traveled the country for about a year installing medical equipment but now I was working locally as a Bio Medical Technician. I continued by telling her that I was divorced now for about 5 years and was the happiest I have ever been except for not seeing my kids. We went into more detail about that but always came back to my career. She was interested in the places I traveled.
Time had got away from us and it was 45 minutes before we realized we had not ordered yet. We were so busy catching up with each other. I can tell she was getting comfortable with me as I was with her. When we finally ordered, it didn't take long to be served. Our conversation continued as we ate. It seemed we never ran out of topics to talk about.
Once we were finished, I insisted on paying for the meal and asked that we do this again sometime. She said out evening didn't have to end unless I had something to do. She invited me to her house to watch TV and continue talking. She suggested I follow her home. She said, in fact, I insist you follow me home. She also insisted I refer to her as Geralyn instead of Ms. Verret. So, I did as the teacher said and followed her home.
Once we arrived at her house, I parked behind her and walked with her to the door under the carport. She laughed and said she didn't think a man ever followed her home like this before. As we walked into the house, she turned on the lights and we walked to the den. She offered me to sit on the couch. I graciously accepted and she sat down beside me. We immediately picked up our conversation right where we left off. After a few minutes, she offered to get us a piece of cake she had baked earlier in the day. I followed her into the kitchen where she cut us each a piece of cake and offered a glass of milk. We sat at the kitchen table while we had our desert. After we both were done, she stood up to out the dishes in the dishwasher. I stood up to help her carry the dishes. As she turned around, I thanked her for the desert and went to give her a hug and without thinking, I gave her a kiss too. It just felt natural to do that. It was not planned, it just happened. We both realized what happened and pretended it didn't happen. We walked back into the den and sat back on the couch. It seemed our conversation continued without any interruption. We never ran out of things to say.
She stood up to excuse herself to go to the bathroom. When she was finished in the bathroom, she called me down the hall. She wanted to show me a spare bedroom that she had converted into her office space. She had all the class pictures of her classes hanging on one of the walls. She had a few awards, like teacher of the year, hanging also. You could tell she was proud of them. I counted 34 classes. She also had a nice acrylic plague that the school had given her when she retired. We took a few minutes to find my class picture and to see if she could find me. We laughed as we commented on the kids in my class and how much I had changed since then. I told her that she was still an attractive lady as she was then. She thanked me and as she hugged me, she said I was a good-looking man too.
It felt natural to kiss her again. This time, it was more than just a little motherly kiss on the cheek. Things just felt so natural. We kissed for a few minutes and when she caught her composure again, she apologized and took my hand to walk out of the room. I told her there was no reason to apologize. We walked back to the den and sat on the couch again. This time I felt brave and I put my hand on her leg. I could tell this made her a little nervous and went I went to remove my hand, she put her hand on top of mine. That gave me the idea that she wanted my hand to stay there.