I served in the US Navy and signed up mostly to attend a certain school that I could in no way afford in private life. It worked out well but talks with a ship-mate lead me to recall and to tell him about an obsession I had when young, which I now post here.

Reaching puberty, young men objectify women and quite often it is some kind of teacher. Mine was like that, my junior high history teacher Mrs. Turner. She was married to a cold-fish attorney who picked her up once in a while. What it was about her was an amazing body. It was the perfect hourglass shape and seemed to beg for sex,

My ship-mate said that he also had such an obsession. Both of us must have wanked over out mutual obsessions hundreds of times. In my case, and my ship-mate did not believe me but it's true, which is why I'm posting it here, I did not out-grow mine. I followed up o Mrs. Turner who divorced, remarried and then divorced again. Fortunately, in a small town like mine one could check up on people.

Roughly 15 years after I had last seen her, I ran into her in a supermarket and she did not recognize me until I started talking to her. I began by telling her that her class had made me aware of history and its importance in our lives. This made her smile but she did not believe me and I said, "Well, it's true" if not altogether seriously.

She was older but in my eyes, still a sexual creature. We went to the coffee shop and chatted for about an hour. I told her about my boyhood crush and years of sexual longing. This somehow found her heart and without going into much detail, we became lovers and then close friends. Neither of us married after that but she is still in my life and I expect that she will be until the end of our days.