My teacher and I

When I was in 8th grade my science teacher was an older gentleman. He and I became very good friends. He touched me on my bottom several times. Then one day he asked If I would help him get a few things from the storage closet near the furnace room. I said ok sure. So as we walked to the storage closet he chatted with me. Now this was a Christian school. It was a church run school. A Baptist church that had a school with grades from kindergarten to the 12th grade. It was a large church and we had over 900 students altogether.

Anyway we chatted and talked. He asked what shows I liked on television. The year was 1978. I told him I loved Charlie's Angels, and Starsky & Hutch. I was in love with David Soul. He asked me if I could be one of the angles who I would be. I told him Kelly Garrett ( Jaclyn Smith). He reached out and brushed back my long light brown hair and said he could see me playing the part. He told me that I was very beautiful and I blushed. Once inside the storage closet he turned on the single light bulb and began looking for what we came for.

I said," Mr. C is this it." He leaned over me and said," yes that's it." Then he turned to me and said, "oh Janie I love the way you smell". Then he helped me up and he kissed me. We began to make out and he squeezed my bottom. He put his hand up my skirt and down my panties to my bare bottom. My heart was racing and I was just like froze unable to respond. Then he moved his hand around front and I felt his fingers in my hair. He continued until he reached my mound and I felt his fingers in my folds until he hit my clitoris.

It felt really good. I wanted to say no stop. But I was like not in my body. He continued to kiss me and feel me. Then he undid his zipper and he was trying to get his penis out. He pulled my panties down and was trying to enter me. I could feel him poking about trying to gain entrance to my vagina. Then after a few minutes he turned me around and bend me over. I could feel his penis riding back and fourth in between my lips. I gained my voice and said, " please Mr. C don't do this to me." He continued and I felt him enter me. He began thrusting harder and I began to cry and make a good bit of noise. There was a pinching feeling and it hurt. I didn't like it.

I was sobbing and he just ignored me and continued doing it to me. When he was done he put his penis back in his pants and told me to straighten myself up. He said I was very special and I should be thankful for the experience of being loved by him. He told me know one would believe me if I said what happened and that everyone would talk about me and laugh. I was very scared and didn't know what to do. So for about a month I said nothing. Then one day I simply walked into the school office. The receptionist said, " good morning Janie. What can I do for you?" I just blurted out, Mr. C raped me one month ago today in the storage closet.

She said, "oh my you poor child". Then I collapsed on the floor. The next thing I know I was being put on a stretcher and the police were there. I was taken to the local hospital and my parents notified. I remember the Dr. asking if I was sexually active to which my mother said, " absolutely not." Then the Dr. told her what I had said. Two police detectives came in to talk with me with my mother present. I recounted what had happened. The policeman seemed cold and treated me like I was lying at least I thought.

Anyway Mr. C was arrested and other girls came forward to talk about in appropriate touching. But I was the only one he raped. He later confessed breaking down crying admitting what he had done. He said he was profoundly sorry and he pleaded guilty so I didn't have to testify to what he did. I had to leave school because I could see and hear kids talking about me. I heard some boys say, " hey Janie Mr. C wants a conjugal visit." And, "hey Janie lets go in the storage closet." One boy whispered in my ear while holding his crotch that I would like his big dick better.

You wouldn't think this happen at a Christian school but kids can be very mean. The receptionist came to see me at my house. She told me how sorry she was and to let me know she never doubted me for a second. That she had seen him touch a girl and called him out on it and reported him to the principal of the middle school. My parents got a lawyer and sued the school. We got a judgement against them. But little good does that do me now. I don't like sex even though I have three children. I told my husband recently what happened and I'm getting therapy. Back in 1978 rapes were handled differently. You were supposed to just get over it.

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