When I was a senior in high school, a trip to Cuba was arranged for everyone in AP History – about 60 students in all. I didn’t overly care about Cuba, but I appreciated the chance to get away to a hot climate and to have a break from school and my family. Most importantly, my favorite teacher — the one I had a crush on, lusted after, and frequently masturbated to, Ms. Gordon — was going to be there. We actually had a great rapport in class, and I looked forward to the prospect of bantering with her as we toured and dined in a hot foreign country where, I hoped, she might wear some clothes that showed off her large breasts.
Deep down, as much as I joked with my friends about how hot she was, this was just a fantasy. I had a loving girlfriend, Rebecca, that I was committed to. Besides, I was only 18 – I wouldn’t know what to do with a grown woman if I had her. Ms. Gordon I knew had just turned 40, and had dark hair, very full breasts, and a slightly curvy figure without being at all fat. She was authoritative, but if she liked you and you didn’t give her problems you’d find out that she was really cool and had a sharp sense of humor. History was my last class of the day, and I’d often hang around and chat with her about TV shows or whatever else. She was the first adult I ever met that I could relate to.