Miss Lane (I am from Barthelona!)
Story # 2, and thanks to rachelswipe for dragging up this horrible memory (what with mentioning having a crush on teachers and such!)

It's senior school now, and we had been taken away to Barcelona for a week, and (that the lord) one of the chaperones was the lovely PE teacher, Miss Lane.

Oh, Miss Lane. Every boy in the whole school fancied Miss Lane. She was a vision of early-90's loveliness, right up to the top of her topknot...

Anyway, so we're all frigging about in the pool, and Miss Lane is watching over us with her crystal blue eyes. A young Devil In Tights leaps out of the pool, veritably yells "Miss Lane! Watch THIS!" in her face; and half falls, half dives in to the pool.

Oh, go me. She'll obviously want to do the sex with me now. Clearly, my huge splash is refelective of my thunderous ejaculatory power! So, again, I get out of the pool, and request of her:

"Did you like that? Shall I do it again?"

She pushed me back in to the pool.

Did I mention I was wearing Speedos? The shame.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Fri 8 Dec 2006, 13:53, Reply)