Teacher-Student Fantasy

HAVE YOU EVER, imagined having sex with your teacher?
You’ll be thrilled to know that the “Britney Spears” fantasy isn’t just for women. Many would even like to take it a step further, playing the naughty tart that won’t stop teasing you until you pull him/her over your knee and give ‘em the spanking he/she craves.

He was like Julian McMahon, 27 years old, married, 2 kids, but boy he was on fire!
He taught me when I was 12 years old and I fell in love with him from the moment he walked through the door.
Many people don’t find Julian hot or attractive but I just liked him— like big time; he was tough, sweet and smart.
I was his favorite because I used to smile at him even in the morning when all the students are half asleep. We used to exchange movies too, (he was a movieholic just like me.) I even used to pass by his office and say good morning and prepare his coffee.

First, here was my problem: my type was pretty much any guy who smiled at me or said “Hi”. That was my type. It’s important to have a type. “Beefy” was another one of my types.
My teacher was beefy. Not fat, not chubby, just had some beef. He was teaching me English, and all I could think of was how I loved everything about him; his green shaded eyes, warm hands, smile, his dimples (Oh God) just the sight of him, induced the heart pounding, throat thickening, absolutely can’t swallow feeling. (By the way, I’m still in touch with him).

After two years in that school, I was in my final year. I was so in love with him, I was writing things like “I -heart– J” on my notebook and stuff like that.
One of my school mates, his name was Ethan, liked me very badly and tried to ask me out several times, but I was rejecting him because I didn’t think it would work out. He was handsome, fit, big brown eyes, tall and he was rich.
He got jealous when he saw those drawings and he asked why I was into an older man. I said I just love him and I was talking about it freely like nothing’s wrong. He asked me if he can borrow my notebook to copy some stuff and I accepted.

Later that day, I was in the class, the weather was sunny, warm and wet, me sitting next to the window looking at the trees and thinking about my love and what he’s been doing at the moment, my BFF Joseph next to me curling his hair with index finger while listening to the teacher’s lecture about something I can’t even remember.
The teacher was fat, half bald, sweaty, and hairy like he is a hair ad with a very bad taste in clothes. The door opened, a younger student came inside and gave the teacher a small piece of paper.
“Joseph?” the teacher said.
Joseph turned his head to the teacher who was wearing a green shirt with a huge coffee stain on it.
“Yes?” Joseph said
“Mr. James wants you in his office.” Mr. Kraft said
“Okay.” He winked at me while standing up, I hoped that no one saw him.

I wondered “Why the hell Mr. James wanted Joseph and not me!? He doesn’t even teach us anymore!” but I just waited.
Ten minutes later, Joseph came again and his face was red. I saw him and freaked out. The look on his face was horrifying.
“WHAT’S WRONG?” I asked him immediately after he took his seat next to me.

“Later.” he whispered.

For a second I thought that he called him to organize some files and fix some papers, he liked Joseph a lot and always been sweet to him. I was a bit jealous because he changed his attitude after the year he taught me and started to be cold with me. My time in heaven was up.

After that period, it was a break and we went out for breakfast.
“Joseph,” I would say repeatedly as we sat behind our class, “you’ve got to tell me what happened!”
“Honestly,” Joseph said “I really don’t know, but he found out that you love him…”
“WHAT?” My eyes widened out with a mouth full of chocolate butter sandwich, “How? When? What did he say? Tell me everything!!”
I was nervous, speechless and kind of happy.

“He was mad!” was the first thing Joseph said after a long moment of silence “He told me that Ethan showed him your notebook and he saw the drawings and the hearts and stuff” He took a sip from his mango juice. “His face turned to bloody-red and he started shouting at me, like I’m the one who wrote them.”
“Wait,” I interrupted. My brain was processing and trying to think about this mess and thinking about the best subject to ask about, talk about Ethan’s reaction or talk about the teacher— all at the same time. “So, what did you say?” I chose the teacher.

“I said that I don’t have an idea about it,” he said
“And?” I looked at him with big questionable eyes “God damn it, Jay, just tell me the whole thing,” I shouted.
“Fine! He was shouting and his face was red and nearly going to explode. I was standing next to his table,” Joseph said.
‘“I don’t know sir, I have no idea.”
“Don’t lie Joseph! I know that you know; Ethan told me everything and showed me everything.”’

“That a-hole!!” I said while eating my salt and vinegar potato chips.
“I know, right?” Jay said.
“Okay continue.” I said.

“Then he got up and locked the door and shouted literally: ‘tell Sam that I’m not a kid, and these things are not for me. I don’t want to deal with him and I won’t tell the principle or his parents, but please, I don’t want any troubles for him and he is young for these things.’”
“OH-MY-GOD! Are you serious?” I asked surprisingly
“Mm hm.” Jay responded while drinking his mango juice.

I wanted to hit Ethan. I thought about closed-fist punch and then my mind drifted to a swift kick in the neck.
“That’s it.” I said, moving from my spot searching for him.
You know or remember, sometimes when someone was mean to you, it means he likes you: Ethan was like that.
As much as he liked me, he was rude, mean and unbearable.
I found him sitting with his stupid gang eating ice cream.
“HEY—YOU!!” I bellowed.
He turned to my side and with a little toothy grin on his face.
“What the hell were you thinking? Do you think it’s funny?”
“No, but I was trying to help” he said.
“Oh, yeah? Well let me help you then,” I said and slapped him in front of his friends who laughed hard and stormed out of the battle field.

I pretended I didn’t notice his death-stare. I was successful in faking disinterest until he took the almost-empty ice cream tub and forced it over my head. “Noooooo, stop it!” I screamed, kicking him while my head was getting coated in vanilla-chocolate swirl. He was spinning the tub around my head and I was getting ice cream leftovers in my mouth, eyes and nose. It was horrible and crazy.
I felt myself starting to hyperventilate.
I couldn’t take another minute, I tried to head-butt my way out the other end of the carton, but I couldn’t because he was huge. I had no choice but to find my way between Ethan’s legs and nail him in the balls with my knee.
As Ethan went down, I took off my ice-cream hat, threw it on the floor, and got on top of him like a wrestler, pinning his biceps down with my knees. “Listen, you fatherfucker! You started it, you crazy lunatic bitch! What the hell is the matter with you?”

It was a sad moment for me; he had attacked me like an ice cream ninja in front of his friends and my teacher didn’t like me back. I couldn’t help but feel awful for myself. (I wonder where the principal or the other teachers were.)

“I’m sorry I hit you,” I told him, awkwardly maintaining my position on top of him. (A position, mind you, that I became much more comfortable with later on in life.)
“But what you did is awful! How could you do that?” I said while walking with him to talk more privately.

“I was jealous,” he said. “Well, not was jealous; I’m still jealous.”
“Why?” I said while the ice-cream leftovers still swirling on my forehead. “Don’t talk to me anymore, ‘kay?”

And I went to Joseph who was waiting for me in the back of my class.

“What the hell happened to you!?” he said with a fake worried expression on his face trying to hide his smile.
“I fought with him, and I won!” I smiled.
“You guys are crazy! Now I know why you don’t wanna go out with him.”
“Whatever.” So I went to the toilet and washed my hair and face.

After this mess, Ethan was still a Grade One a-hole with severe attitude problems; every time Mr. James passed by he said things like “Mr. Jee, there’re many people who are in love with you,” and wink at him, but my love ignored him.

I tried to apologize more than once to James but he didn’t listen, so I asked Joseph to take his number from his mom, (she used to call him and ask him about Jay’s grades and stuff) so he did it. I called and he didn’t pick up, so I texted him :

‘Hello, this is Sam from school. I’m sorry about what happened, and I tried to tell you this but you just ignored me. I’m extremely sorry and I hope that you’ll forgive me and be okay with me again. I don’t know why Ethan did this but I don’t care, please. Sorry if I interrupted you.’

I tried my best to say it in a mysterious way because I thought that his wife might read it, and I didn’t want to cause him any trouble. The next day I said hi, he said hi back with a smile. It was the best morning ever and I felt great.
I stopped talking about me loving him, but (Shh!) I never stopped loving him to this day.