Teens, Sex, and Virginity - I Was Raped by My Teacher :: Example Personal Narratives

I Was Raped by My teacher   Ken was my voice teacher.  I neer admired anyone more than him.  He meant the world to me.  It would be safe to say that we did not have a typical teacher/student relationship.  I was infatuated with him.  He was proud dark and had the voice of an angel.  But he was eleven years sometime(a) than I was, and he was my teacher.  I learned from him, I confided in him, and I trusted him.  I never pictured myself being with him.  I never dreamt he would think of me as a woman and not just a love-stricken seventeen year-old vocal student.    When I began my lessons with Ken, they took place at school, but indeed somewhere down the line, he wanted them to be at his stand.  He was the teacher, and I was told that you never argued with what the teacher had to say.  Our next lesson, I showed up at his house at 100 sharp, ready to sing.  I had never been to his house before, and I was a li ttle nervous about seeing it.  However, when he opened the door and greeted me with his cute little smile, I knew there was zero to be nervous about.  We started our lesson by singing a few songs for mutant (we al carriages sang duets together).  He said that I wasnt singing my lift out and asked if I was stressed.  Of course I was stressed  I was the lead in our school musical and it would open in two weeks.  One ignore never reach their full potential when they are stressed, he said, as he began to rub my shoulders.  This was weird for me, but like I said, he was the teacher, and you never argue with the teacher.  We finished our lesson, I thanked him and I was on my way out.  Before I left though, he took my face in his hands, and he courted me goodbye.  I didnt really know what to do.  Had that just happened?  Did he just kiss me?  Did I kiss him back?  Is that wrong?  Hes too old  Im too young&nbs p Hes my teacher  We spoke on the phone several clock that week, but never brought up the kiss.