My 7th grade music teacher saw me walking home from the bowling alley on saturday afternoon. She was a Sophia Loren voluptuous ethnic (for Mississippi) looking single hot mama of around 30 and drove a Caddy convertible. She stopped and offered me a ride home....I was so nervous.
man....the look on all my leave to beaver pals when she pulled up to let me off was priceless....i caught a glimpse of garters and hose.....black skirt/white blouse....I can still see her plain as day.....man....those were the days....I was 12. ....and fit to be tied.
Spring of '64, I was a senior in high school. My English teacher kept me after one day to discuss an essay I written. She maneuvered me to a position between her and the filing cabinet on the pretext that I should read a paper by another student. She then proceeded to rub my back with her front in a way that left no doubt as to what she was doing. I was 17 and she was 26 and a brunette-knockout from Texas. As a matter of fact I had spent most of the year fantasizing about her. When this event happened I did have a hard time (pun intended) believing that it was, in fact, coming true!
Needless to say I got an "A+" in English and other educational benefits that have stood me well in life. I have never felt the least bit abused; quite the contrary. Obviously, I did not commit suicide, nor did I tell anyone as I wanted to prolong this as long as possible.
This relationship lasted until my entry in the the service in late August of '64. To this day I have only told one person about this. At that age and at my level of emotional development I would not consider what happened in anyway disruptive to my development - only enhancing.
Some would consider themselves a victim; I considered myself lucky!