>11th grade
>Going to out-of-town UIL tournament (tl;dr - an academic competition)
>Arrive at hotel
>There's an odd number of girls, so I'm stuck rooming with my young Journalism teacher. No big deal.
>... until we get to the room, and there's only one bed. Oh.
>Spend most of night in friend's room to avoid impending awkwardness.
>Eventually forced to return to room with teacher, get in bed, turn off lights.
>Silence
>"Having trouble sleeping?"
>I'm an awkward shyfag, so I pretend to be sleeping.
>"Come on, I know you're awake."
>She starts teasing me, asking me why I'm so quiet, saying I'm cute, etc. Says I remind her of herself, when she was my age.
>She leans over to kiss me.
>She deepens the kiss, runs her fingers down my torso, and then breaks away, giggling.
>"Haha... that was really inappropriate, wasn't it?"
>I'm basically paralyzed from shock
>"Well, goodnight."
>Spend entire night wide-awake
>She never brings it up again
She was my teacher for Newspaper the next year, too. I couldn't speak to her without blushing.
(... I had a huge crush on her even before the incident, though. ;_;)