In my school the hotties were the French teachers.
In high school, we had two French teachers. One was 50ish, with a short butch hair cut and horrible coffee breath. The other was a hot 26-year-old blonde. I, unfortunately, had the former for all 3 years I took French.
I had to take a third year of French as a college entry requirement, but I already had a full schedule. A solution was found whereby I would stop by after school and pick up the assignment and tapes, do them at home, and get quizzed on them the next day. Our school had six periods with an optional seventh. This was my "eighth" period. My French teacher was 23 years old and just out of college and a total knock-out.
About a month after school started I came in after school, as usual, and found her sobbing at her desk. Her car had broken down, her boyfriend had broken up with her, and she couldn't get her checkbook to balance. At 16 I was WAY out of my depth, but I did offer to help her with her checkbook. I got a huge smile and the checkbook and statement handed to me. I balanced it (she had reversed two numbers) and we got to talking.
For the rest of the year, I got "A"s on my tests. If I answered something wrong it was handed back to me with "I know you know the answer was ...." I continued to help her with her checkbook and other similar stuff (bills, etc.). She had lived with her parents while in college and this was her first real job away from home.
It was getting dark after school in December, we were leaving at about 5-ish, and she asked if I would walk her to her car. Understand, I was TOTALLY clueless. She was a pretty young teacher, but she was a TEACHER! My PARENTS are teachers! You could have knocked me over with a feather when, after I opened her car door for her, she leaned over the door and kissed me! I mean REALLY kissed me! She then just smiled and said good-night.
I was just stunned. I knew that what she had done was seriously wrong, but I was flattered and afraid that if I said anything that she would lose her job.
The next day she smiled at me in a more...personal...way, but otherwise acted as if nothing had happened. I took the hint and said nothing, and managed to avoid walking her to her car on subsequent evenings.
She didn't come back to teach the following year, and I don't know whatever became of her, but every once in a while I will think about that kiss...
Same here, actually. They were actually French, too.