I had an almost debilitating crush o my history teacher, a lovely woman, back then, around 31 or so. I was in my early teens. After I graduated, three years later, I would run into her once in a while at the drug store or elsewhere and as time passed by I sent her greeting cards now and then. After all the years, seeing her divorce, re-marry then divorce again, I patiently waited. This just passed Christmas I was invited (with a "significant other" who did not exist, so I went alone.)

After the party, that was nicely heartwarming for the season, I volunteered to help her clean up. It finally happened in her kitchen, standing up. I kissed her with a burning passion she had obviously not experienced since she was young, if ever, and soon enough, I tugged her panties aside and entered as deeply into her vagina as possible. She was right there, moving with me. Since then we have enjoyed sexual congress many times but that first time in her kitchen lives on for me as the golden, long awaited moment.