I go to an all girls catholic school, and up until now all of the teachers have been women. It is really unorthodox for us to have a male teacher, but we do now, and he's only filling in while our old science teacher is on maternity leave. All of the girls have little teen crushes on him, he is really good looking, he's funny and intelligent, he's kind, and he works out. Usually I am sort of immune to the school girl crush thing, and I hate the cliche of being hot for my teacher. But. He is my neighbour, sort of. His parents have lived next to my parents for as long as I could remember. He's a fair bit older than me, and so I didn't really know him growing up, but from my window I can see right into his old bedroom, and he can see into mine. He would visit his parents occasionally and I would see him from my bedroom. At first I thought nothing of it. But one day I had just come out of the shower, and completely obliviously and without thinking I dropped my towel to find something to wear, he hadn't visited in the longest time and I'd basically forgotten about his room and the possibility of anyone seeing me, I got changed with the curtains open all the time. But then I saw him, and I ran back into the bathroom so quickly out of embarrassment. When I finally came out, he was still standing there, and he smiled and waved. I waved back but quickly closed the curtains, it was just a completely mortifying experience. The next day, I was laying in bed on my laptop and needed to get a book from across the room, when I went to get it I glanced over at the window and there he was again, but he was freshly showered and wearing a towel tied neatly around his waist. He waved, so I waved back, and then he purposely dropped the towel, so I could see everything. I didn't know what to do at first, I'd never seen a naked man before. I looked from his face to his cock and then back and forth a few more times, he grinned at me and I just sort of gave him a really confused look, smiled a little, and walked away. That evening I decided to get an early night, so I turned the lights off and went to crawl into bed, but I could see him in his room, with the light on, stroking himself. It was really beautiful. I just sort of sat in the dark and watched him, which is really creepy, I know, but you just can't understand unless you see it. The next few nights were the same, I think he had a routine, but I wasn't sure if he knew I was watching. But he was. One night, he was lying in bed, going at it, when suddenly he stopped. He walked over to the window, looked right into my room, and started again. He sprayed his load all over the glass. I knew then that I really wanted him inside of me. Like it was this insane desire that just completely overtook me. But I knew I wasn't going to actually try to do anything about it. Instead, I started to become sort of fond of nudity in my bedroom. I knew he was watching, it became our thing. I rearranged the furniture in my room so that he could see my bed from his room, and then at night, when he would be jacking off, I'd finger myself while I watched. We both got off on watching each other. Then, one night, mum and dad said we were going to have the neighbours over for dinner. I didn't click. If I'd have known, I probably would have made plans to go out. But he came over, and I said hello, and that it was nice for him to come over, and how was he liking it being back home. He was really polite in return. He looked sort of nerdy in the blazer he wore, but I knew just how ripped he was below it. Over dinner, we kept exchanging looks. I think mine were mostly of shame, his were completely seductive. That was until my dad said he was getting a job at my High School, and then he stopped immediately, and was really distant, he didn't know I went to school there. I was always out of my uniform straight after school and before he would see me. It wasn't although I didn't want him to know, I just really didn't care for the uniform. And so now he keeps his curtains shut, and I keep mine willfully open, hoping he might look in again, but he doesn't. And I'm glad he doesn't, to an extent, because he's got priorities, and I don't want to put him in a really bad place. But every time I see him in school, and he's always wearing a suit, my heart starts beating really fast and I just keep imagining what it would be like to have him inside me. For the record I myself am not catholic, my parents are, and the school was their choice. That being said I am a virgin. Anyway. I'm totally hot for my teacher, and the weird part is, if he wasn't my teacher, he might have considered me. I can't wait for my old teacher to be off of maternity leave.