I was a really good kid. Well-behaved, polite, kind to animals...generally speaking, the kid a lot of parents wished they had.
I was also a smart kid. My grades were very good. They could've been excellent, if I'd pushed myself, but when one can score an A or B with minimal effort, why bother? That was my feeling about it at the time, anyhow. My intelligence and early maturity, however, also meant I tended not to automatically accept my elders, including my teachers, as worthy of my time and attention. Let's face it, not all adults are worthy of what that title implies. And so, when it came to my teachers, I began grading their performance just as they graded mine.
I may have been even more critical of them as a result of my upbringing. A shy kid, I found myself an easy target for ridicule in school by my "peers". This continued long enough that, eventually, I basically loathed people my age. Even the few who seemed better I never totally trusted, having been burned before. Meanwhile, my two sisters -8 and 11 years older than me- brought their friends to our family home frequently. In their younger years, their friends seemed pretty jerky to me, too. Later, though, their friends showed me kindness and respect, and I developed a liking for people older than me by quite a few years.
But the crusty years did leave me a bit cynical, and so I judged them, based on their humanity toward their fellow man, their proficiency at their jobs, their ability to be open minded, and their overall attitude. And while I was still a good kid in nearly every way, I did have one side to me that didn't always follow the rules. I had crushes on adults and I flirted subtly, but clearly, if you were paying attention. And I got attention. Back then, I thought of myself as bisexual, having realized and accepted my interest in women in junior high. It would take me years to realize my interest in guys was largely superficial and my emotional attachments only extended to women. But attention is pretty sweet no matter where it's coming from, when you're young and taking your hormones for a ride. By my senior year, when I turned 18, my flirting became pretty shameless!
In my real world, outside school, a long term flirtation became more with the boyfriend of my neighbor. Had I liked her, I wouldn't have pursued him, but I'd judged her unworthy (trust me, she was), and so I felt no shame. Finally, one night we found a few minutes alone, he kissed me. Soon after,we found a chance for him to pick me up and take me to his apartment. We sat, side by side, on his couch, and I began to caress his body, starting with his chest. My hands ran over his body as he sat still while I explored. I moved to his legs and stroked my fingers up his thighs. His breath became more ragged. Little by little, I found my way to his crotch and feathered my fingers over his obviously hard cock. At that, he groaned and turned toward me, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me deeply. Then he stood, pulled me up, and took me to the bedroom. We undressed each other, and after more kissing and petting, slipped into a 69. Id never sucked a cock before but did my best to make him happy. After a while we stopped, because the obvious next step was a problem. I wasn't on birth control. We were equally unhappy with the thought of an unplanned pregnancy. He asked me if I'd consider anal sex. Id never known it was an option, but agreed to try. He helped me turn on my stomach, and eased his way into me. It felt surprisingly good. He stroked in and out of me, slowly at first, then steadily faster until we humped together hard, sweaty and hot and he came in me yelling my name. I was leaving for college soon, and then he found a job in another state so our affair was short but sweet. Just as well. I would've gone to college anyhow, but our time was educational, and I'm still amused that I don't have a good answer for "when did you lose your virginity?" Umm, do you mean oral, anal, vaginal or lesbian? Cause I'd done only the first two and that isn't exactly common!
Anyhow...whew...my in school flirting was ramping up majorly too. I'm pretty sure I made a new male teachers first life a living hell by spending a fair amount of time staring at his crotch at every opportunity. No real interest, but he was generically cute and sooo easy to embarrass! Then there were the two male gym teachers. One I truly liked. Age differences aside, we simply clicked as people. We started talking outside class, and though we did kiss once, I truly didn't want to cause him harm and we stopped as friends. The other, however. He had the stud thang going on. Silver fox looks and an equally nice body. I flirted hard with him, and it didn't take long for him to flirt back. Shame on me, he was married. In my head back then, I figured I was single and if someone in a committed relationship showed interest, that was on them. Now I believe we're all human and subject to temptation, but if we're vulnerable then it's because something is amiss in our relationships and we need to work to fix that. Certainly doesn't help if a young vixen is pushing your spouses buttons!
