the Teachers

Another set of women that interested me greatly were those feminine authority figures at the time of my coming of legal age, my high school teachers. To be sure, they interested me greatly during my taboo period of pre-legality pubescence as well, but upon becoming legal my fantasies metamorphed from the outlandish and vague fleshpot scenarios that serve a boy so well to an altogether more feasible (if still improbable) set of sexually charged tensions that would inevitably brim over into physical contact.

The easiest on the eyes and the hardest on the grades among these was my Biology teacher, Mrs. Amundson. Tall and striking, Mrs. Amundson's unusual height (she was just over six feet tall) and strong features were balanaced in femininity (if not softened) by her ample bosom and dazzlingly long legs. Mrs. Amundson was a blonde bombshell, and had a personality to match her physical stature. Quick to laugh and to taunt, to debate and to celebrate, Mrs. Amundson was a fascinating dynamo of a woman.

Another woman with an equally potent if starkly different personality was the assisstant principal, Ms. Lamplighter. Barely five feet tall and always dressed in a well-cut business suit, Ms. Lamplighter was easy to overlook in a crowd, but woe to the man who let down his guard in such a way. Lamplighter was a follower and enforcer of rules, a strict and forceful disciplinarian. Still, you couldn't help but think there was a core of seething sexuality underneath her hard edges, a lacey lingerie that occasionally peeked around the edges of her cooly collected exterior.

My trigonometry teacher, Miss Whyte, was about as initially unremarkable as Mrs. Amundson and Ms. Lamplighter were forcefully noticeable. Of average height and mousy brown shoulder length hair, Miss Whyte had a scatterbrained quality to her, though she was likely the smartest of my teachers. An unabashed nerd, Miss Whyte would frequently quote cult classic science fiction movies like Star Wars in class, and wore plastic-rimmed glasses.