So as some of you know, I had sex with my physics teacher towards the end of my senior year of high school. I never got to tell you much about Sir Ryan, so here goes:
He was the kind of teacher that made horrible jokes everyone would laugh at because they either a) felt bad for him, or b) thought they were so bad it was funny. Every single time you'd walk past him and smiled, he would smile back like he wasn't used to having anyone acknowledge his presence before. He was pretty darn kickass with the electric bass and could play that thing just as well as he could breathe.
The day before graduation, I was busy cleaning up my locker at the end of the day when I got a text from him. He told me to head to the lab. Hella excited, I pretty much threw all my shit inside the box I was going to bring home and pretty much ran for the lab room. I hadn't had sex with him since the first time and I couldn't really stop thinking about it.