Nuclear Power Propulsion School.
Electrical Theory for Reactor Operators.
HOT young Lt(jg).
Married.
Dammit!
Hmmm…
“Politics makes strange bedfellows” in a literal sense? 
I had a classmate in teaching classes who could have gotten modeling jobs on a moment’s notice. She wouldn’t have admitted it, but she was pretty hot. I visited her sixth grade classroom, and she was walking around in this low cut dress. I know there were a lot of excited, confused 12-year old boys in that room.
sturmhauke
I can’t help it but I’ve got to……………Do Not Do This…
Never mind,… I never had any hot teachers, but I’ll bet if I did, they would have been named, Gold, or Middle, or Stinky…OUCH……
Sorry.
Looks just like Courteney Cox?
Say, could you perhaps sneak a camera into class? Oh, and post a pic on the web somewhere?
Two years of French class with a teacher (high school) … oh man.
One day in particular she wore this dress that had a button missing around the middle of her rib cage. The dress had buttons arranged such that since that button was missing, a large part of her bra and what it held showed.
She stood facing most of the class (arranged like a square U, and I was on the side) for most of that class period. So I was basically looking at her from the side for about 40 minutes.
White lace bra. Puberty was good to her, but not so much that she’ll be having back trouble when she’s older.
She was unmarried and hot as balls.
I should stop before this turns into “Dear Penthouse…”
I’m with JThunder. Do it.
Very Nice LA, if I were you, I’d intentionally fail the class a few times and stay after for lot’s of extra credit…
I don’t have any attractive female profs this year. Actually, I don’t have any female profs period, now that I think of it. There’s the TA in my Myth & Religion course, but she’s pretty eh.
My favorite teacher crush ever was my high school French teacher. My mom was on the committee that picked out the 5’2", blonde, 26-year-old cynic with long blonde hair and a nice ass. I always said my mom took care of me.
Mrs. G (sadly, married) spoke French fluently and Russian almost as well, except she had the slightest French accent while speaking Russian. One day I called up Aleksandr Karelin’s webpage and she read it to me in Russian. I swear, I nearly melted.
Ahhhh, the memories of raging hard-ons inspired by twentyish, shaply teachers suddenly interrupted by their request you come up to the board to work out a problem. Sadly, many of my junior high years were spent with a crotch covered in chalk.
Why’d you stop after junior high? I cover my crotch in chalk nightly.
I didn’t know that, but then, I don’t know what the hell a BDU is either. Anyone out there have a military abbreviation to civilian English translation book I can borrow?
Yeah, what does BDU mean?
Battle-Dress-Uniform I’m guessing
Ah, good guess. That makes sense.
I had a hot professor once, but it had an unfortunate ending.
My junior year at the University of Arizona I met an older (older than me…she was 28) female at a piano concert on campus. Turns out she was a philosophy prof. at the UofA, and she didn’t even know I was a student until I told her. We hit it off and started seeing each other regularly. We had this discussion a few times and she made it very clear that she would never date one of her students, past or present, until they had left the school altogether, just to be safe. Since I was a business major, she figured it would be alright to date me. Well, I enrolled in her class in the second semester because I still needed an elective credit and it fit perfectly in my desired time slot. I knew it was her class, but because it was open to enroll 200 students, I figured I could slink in undetected in a hat and sunglasses. Turns out I could, and like a lot of classes I had, I only needed to show up 5-6 times a month anyways.
Fast forward to finals week, I take the test and walk to the front to turn it in. Of course standard procedure is that you show your student ID as you hand it in to make sure the person taking the test is you. I figured I was “busted” at this point, so I just strolled up to the front, slapped my ID on the desk in front of her and said, “I’ll pick you up at 8 tonight…don’t be late.” She was speechless with shock, and I just walked out of the room.
She called my cell phone shortly there after and cancelled on me. I figured I would let her take some time to calm down and get some thoughts together, so I called her a couple of days later. No matter how I explained it to her, she just couldn’t let it go, so she let me go. Looking back I can understand, I mean I did betray her trust and could have gotten her in serious trouble had anyone found out, but she was just too perfect for me to let any rational thoughts presuade me otherwise.
Sad ending, but a worthwhile college experience for me. I still visit Tucson twice annually, and we can usually spend a few hours together, but the conversation always comes back to our little foray, leaving us both to wonder, “What if?”
I guess I didn’t learn my lesson after that either, as a year later I had my eyes set on another professor who was one of those women who could be sexy without even trying. So, I set an appointment to meet with her during office hours and after a few minutes discussing my project, I asked her if she would like to have dinner with me. She sat frozen for a few seconds and then shook her head as if she was snapping out of a daydream and replied, “Sweetie, Im a married woman,” as she held up her hand showing her ring finger. I should have left it at that, but not being one to so easily accept defeat, I smiled and asked suggestively, “Happily married?” This was met with a sudden change in facial expression, as I think I may have hit a nerve with that remark. I stepped out quickly having just suffered the most awkward moment of my life.