Does anyone have great TA/student relationship stories?

[Anonymous]

This past year was my first year in college. I was pretty excited. In my history class (first semester), my friend and I ended up sitting right behind the TAs. One of them caught my eye. I'll call him "Jake." I used to go to his office hours to ask him if he could help me with my paper. He wasn't my TA; I just had class when my TA had office hours. Jake and I flirted a bit as he went over my first paper. We were discussing romance. After that, we got along well. He even thanked me when I emailed him about a question we both had. I also managed to see him at work. It all stopped once the semester ended. Before the spring semester ended, I saw the TA as I was working. We both looked into each others' eyes and smiled. I then turned quickly to pick something up, but when I stood up, he was gone. I haven't seen him since, but I hope to see him soon. I even made one of my friend''s take the same history class in hopes that he gets the same TA.

I took a science class in my second semester. The TA should be called "Julio." He was very cute, but engaged. I didn't care. I got along with him a lot, and he even kept me after class because he had family from my hometown. We talked a lot, but then the class ended. It was sad. He had the prettiest green eyes. I sorta want to add him on Facebook, but it seems weird.

Anyways, do you have any TA/Student relationship/crush stories?

[Anonymous]

This is a experience I had with a teacher, it is long. It was 8th grade, the teacher was Miss Miller and I was 14 at the time. She was incredibly pretty. I had an aching crush on her, but did not know why I liked girls and not guys. She always wore pretty dresses. I was 14 and in a horrible family situation! My father beat my mother and me. I was quite shy as a result. I think Miss Miller really cared about me, but didn't know how to express it.

One day, sometime in March, she asked me to stay behind and help her at lunchtime. The other kids left and she locked the door behind them. She said she needed help in the stockroom, which was off the back of the classroom. She took me there where there was a step ladder set up. She told me she had to move things around on the top shelf and that she needed me to hold the ladder. She climbed up unsteadily. By the time she got to the rung she needed to be on, I was well below her skirt trembled with excitement looking up without needing to conceal it. Her panties were pale green, just like the lovely flowers on her summer dress. I remember her perfume and the sweet smell of her skin with my face close to her legs. I was so wet, I did not know why. She kept up a gentle chatting with me until she was ready to come down. She was even more unsteady on her descent and couldn't or wouldn't take that first step. She told me that I needed to hold onto her legs instead of the ladder. She coached me until I was holding her right and then took her first tentative step down. I kept my hands right where she'd instructed me on the calves of her legs, but she said that as she came down, I'd need to hold her higher by just letting my hands slide up. By this time I was nearly fainting with the thrill of it all. The next step, her skirt was over my head. The next step, my hands were above her thigh-highs. She just kept cooing encouragement and thanking me for helping her. She partially turned on the ladder so that one of my hands was between her thighs. I could see her pale green panties were wet, but was so naive that I thought she'd peed herself a little through fear. She encouraged, "Now don't let go, I'm coming down one more step. Just let your hands slide up". Down she came and my hand between her legs was in the crotch of her panties feeling the softness, wetness and warmth of her vagina. She sat on the step and opened her legs. I was still beneath her skirt and could by now smell her amazing sex! (will finsh in new answer)

[Anonymous]

She dropped her voice to a whisper and said "I hope you're not embarrassed. Nothing to be embarrassed about. One of her hands came under her skirt and pulled her panties to one side. Her hand was shaking as she took mine and guided my fingers in position and motion. "That's right", she said, "Just keep doing that", she cooed. It went on for a long time, but the experience for me was timeless. Eventually I heard the softest of inarticulate noises from her throat and felt a sort of jerking in her pelvis and legs. I didn't know it then, but of course I know now, that she was having an orgasm.After that, she simply thanked me for helping her and said she would always appreciate how kind I was.Nothing more was ever said. She continued being kind to me.

[Anonymous]

I had a crush on my 12th grade math teacher, not a TA, but close enough. I never flirted with her like you did in your situations or really talked to her that much.