I loathed the language requirements in college, but I found myself racing to get to my nine a.m. French class every day. Why? My teacher, a sexy grad student, was the most desirable woman on the planet. She and I flirted through the whole semester, but I thought it was a lost cause. She was a total piece of ass; I was a nerdy engineering student.

At the end of the semester, I got drunk one night and suddenly remembered that I needed to pick up my French exam. I walked to her office. We started chatting and out of the blue, she offered to cook dinner. But instead of cooking, she assaulted me as soon as we were in the apartment door. She didn't say a word as we undressed each other -- she just made little gasping noises as I touched her. She had the most sensitive nipples of any woman I've ever been with. Afterwards, she admitted to me that she had wanted to do that for a long time. I admitted my secret desire for her, we had a good long laugh, said goodbye and I went home the happiest man on earth.