As a 35 year old married woman, all the recent stories I see regarding student-teacher relationships reminds me of my own experience in high school. I was 17 at the time in high school and was sexually involved with my swim coach, a 35 year old recently divorced man. I was a tease when I was around him. He was a hunk and very well built including downstairs. One evening I went to his house on the pretext of seeing some puppies he had. I wore the shortest shorts I could find, no bra and a very thin T top. Well, it didn't take long before nature took its course and we in his bedroom f*cking our brains out. I had previous limited sexual experience with a few guys my own age but the sex was far from great. The 35 year old was the first REAL man who gave my first real orgasm which was beyond anything I had ever experienced up to then. He was the first man I ever went down on and he was the first who ever went down on me. I thought I had died and went to heaven. We tried every imaginable sexual position and he could last as long as it took to completely satisfy me. At times that took quite a bit as I can be multi-orgasmic and he loved that. This went on for 4 around months and we met at his place, a very remote house far way from prying eyes, on average of 3 - 4 times a week. I was mature enough to realize there was no love here, just raw sex and we were both ok with that. We were both getting what we wanted and needed and we didn't make it complicated. I further realized his entire career and life were on the line, so I was always very careful and never mentioned our affair to anyone. Now, you may fault him for taking advantage of me. Not so. I was the agressor. I wanted it and he was willing to accomodate me. End of story. My psyche was not scarred in any way. I have no regrets and I would do it again. The moral to this story is, figuratively speaking, one size does not fit all. Some younger girls can handle a situation such as this and some can't. I handled it very well. These are nice memories and no one got into trouble. So, it all ended well. I walked away with a wealth of wordly experience.