Alright, sure. Back in highschool, I had this really hot English teacher. Also, side note. Why are English teachers so consistently hot? Like of all the teachers I've ever had, English ones were the best, by far. I wonder if there's a reason?
Getting back on track, I was in tenth grade at the time. I was tall and fairly handsome, but I was still pretty socially awkward and a virgin. Let's call her Ms. Adams. She was nice, pretty young and really hot. She was a tall redheaded woman. She pretty quickly took a liking to me, probably since I was good at English. We got pretty close to each other. It was really the only class where I personally liked my teacher. Then I started noticing on tests on homework that she would basically give me free points and ignored some wrong answers I gave. Of course I didn't mind.
So one day after class she asked me to help her carry some stacks of papers to the copying room or something. This was my last class of the day, so most of the teachers and students had left the school. We head inside and we need to put some extra materials in a cabinet. She's having a hard time reaching it, so I put my stuff down on a nearby counter and I walk up behind her to help her. I tell her I have it, and I grab it from her hands and place them in the cabinet. She thanks me and turns around. I had to reach over her for the cabinet, so I'm like leaning over her, and she's leaned back on the counter behind her. We both just sort of look at each other and we mutually lean in and begin to make out. I also remember distinctly that since I wasn't experienced at all, we clicked our teeth together when we first leaned in. Though, she just laughed and said "No, like this." and then leaned back in to kiss for real.
It didn't get that much past kissing that day, though it eventually did.
I did grab her ass and kiss her neck, so it wasn't a total loss. She gave me her number after that. Felt good, guys.