Check the gallery. 
That’s what I mean. Innocent lust.
There were, at various stages of high school, at least three women teachers I’d have jumped in the sack, no questions asked, had it been available. All were in their early 20’s at the time, but even at 17, I was perfectly amenable up to mid-30’s.
As an adult, I certainly understand, and agree with, the restrictions of such affairs, but there’s a BIG difference between fantasy and acting on it.
Remember the Mark Twain adage about truth being stranger than fiction because, at least, fiction has to make sense? That’s the beauty of fantasy. It doesn’t have to make sense. Which is why they usually remain fantasy.
Somehow I feel cheated. There was not a single halfway good looking man teacher in my junior high or high school classes. All of them were scary ugly or older than dirt. One gave me the creeps, and I found out later he was jailed for kiddie porn. Ewww.
I was all set to say “no” until I read this sentence.
So, yes.
I voted no, but I just remembered that one of my older sister’s friends, who I thought was kinda cute growing up, started teaching Spanish at my HS/her alma mater during my senior year. I didn’t have her for 4th Year Spanish, though.
Heh. When I opened it, YouTube led with a Progressive insurance commercial. And I was all like, “Flo was your biology teacher! Lucky!” 
I voted “Straight male: yes.” Thinking about one of my English teachers and one of my Spanish teachers in particular. Interesting, as I think about it now–the Spanish teacher had to be at least in her mid-40’s, and had the wrinkles to prove it. But a very trim, petite figure, and the loveliest big blue eyes sucked me in. Didn’t help that she seemed to like to wear thin, nearly sheer silky blouses and fairly short skirts–very distracting for a 15-year-old boy.
I always did kind of go for older women, though. 
You must be kidding.
There were elementary school teachers I would have slept with given the chance.
I’d have slept with Mr. McH-- had he only recognized the chemistry we shared. But all he could talk about was his new baby girl… Buzzkill!
Be as dubious as you want, the look of “yeeck” in their faces was as clearly visible as the previous look of lust. The boys in the other sections, who hadn’t actually witnessed the incident, would still have hit it: those who did, not any more.
I’m not talking about “losing respect” in the sense in which parents would say stuff like “if he’s trying to hurry you he doesn’t respect you”. I’m talking about, after that incident, if she’d fainted dead in the middle of the class we would have needed to stop and think before we realized we might, you know, maybe, if it ain’t too much work, get some help.
Straight male:
We had a quite cute student teacher one semester (our German teacher used to call her “The Blond Amazon”), but apart from her, no.
It’s odd. I had some hot teachers, but I never really thought about them that way. I think that, had they truly pushed the issue (like those women you hear about on TV), I would have wound up acquiescing. But I never had a crush on them or anything. They were both simultaneously maternal and snotty in the same way a popular girl would be in high school. One was my history teacher who was fired, the other was a cheerleading captain who flirted with the football players.
Looking back, though, there are a couple teachers that I would actually love to try out a romantic relationship, if they were the same age they were then and I was just a couple years older.
In high school, my hormones were so strong that I’m pretty sure any female teacher who knew what they were doing and pursued me could have had her way with me, so that’s a horrible measure of anything.
Gay male: yes, my 8th grade math teacher.
And damn, several years later I found out he was gay. I should have made my move when I had a chance. After more than 50 years, I still fantasize about him.
Straight male
Hell yeah. Ms B. who taught senior economics.
Hell yes. My 6th grade and sophomore year English teachers. And my 8th grade science teacher. Ooooh man.
For the record, I believe you. I’m just accessing my vague memory of my 15-year-old self and the raging hormones of puberty. It would have taken quite a lot back then to turn a hottie into a nottie.
Now I really want to hear more about this “incident”!
Gawd yes. My 10th grade French teacher was in her late 20s, adorably cute, smart, and funny. In spring she once wore this white sundress that made me drool like a complete idiot.
Straight male. No, not at all. I was never into older women, and even looking back, I don’t recall any that I would have found attractive even now. In Jr. High, there was one teacher who was supposed to be the “MILF-y” one (although that expression was many years away from being coined), and there was a rumor she had once appeared in Playboy. I’d be willing to bet there was no truth to that rumor, although I can see why it started - blonde, big tits. But even at the time, I didn’t find her at all attractive.
And?
First, so what?
Second, I am doubt that many of my high school instructors remember me. I’ve been out of high school longer than you’ve been alive, which is, I daresay, typical of people in this thread. And while I had only 7 or 8 teachers each year, each of THEM probably had 50 to 100 students each year. Teachers are fore more memorable to students than the reverse. (And I still can’t recall the name of the French teacher I’d have liked to [del]boff[/del] fuck.)
Third, why would they be looking?