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 never admired anyone more than him.  He meant the world to me.  It would be safe to translate that we did not have a typical teacher/student relationship.  I was infatuated with him.  He was tall dark and had the voice of an angel.  But he was eleven years older than I was, and he was my teacher.  I erudite from him, I confided in him, and I trusted him.  I never picture myself being with him.  I never dreamt he would think of me as a woman and not alone a love-stricken seventeen year-old vocal student.    When I began my lessons with Ken, they took ordinate at school, nevertheless then somewhere down the line, he valued them to be at his house.  He was the teacher, and I was told that you never argued with what the teacher had to say.  Our following lesson, I showed up at his house at 100 sharp, erect to sing.  I had never been to his house befo re, and I was a forgetful awkward about seeing it.  However, when he opened the door and greeted me with his cute little smile, I knew there was nothing to be nervous about.  We started our lesson by tattle a few songs for fun (we always sang duets together).  He say that I wasnt singing my best and asked if I was hard-pressed.  Of course I was stressed  I was the lead in our school musical and it would open in two weeks.  One can never reach their full probable 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 kissed 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 ill-treat?  Hes too old  Im too young  Hes my teacher  We spoke on the phone several times that week, but never brought up the kiss.