My Lesbian Story #2

A week after parting with BF, there was a local summer festival. I went to the summer festival with my friends. I met a woman there. It was a female teacher who was my homeroom teacher. She is the same age as my mother (in my memory it should have been 34-37 years old).
She and I met each other as I passed by. She said to me, "Long time no see. Are you doing well?" I replied, "Yes. I'm doing fine."
She invited me to walk together a little. My friend attended a different elementary school, so the friend didn't refuse me to follow her invitation. And I enjoyed the summer festival while walking with her.
Thirsty in the summer heat, we bought shaved ice at the store and sat side by side on the park bench and tasted it.
She asked me, "What are you doing in the school club?"
I replied, "I'm still doing kendo."
She went on to ask me, "Are you able to do BF? I heard from your classmate that he is handsome."
I replied, “I broke up with him last week.” She said, “Why?
I replied, “I don't fit him.” This was my lie. I couldn't tell her that men were not good at it.
But she said instantly, "That's a lie, because you're just dating." Her answer is correct. That's true.
I was in trouble because I could not refute her. And pretending to look far away.
After a while she tapped my shoulder. When I turned around, she suddenly kissed me. A light kiss on my lips. I was surprised and ran away from her lips. She said to me, “You should like women.” I answered “What? Why?”
She told me, "I was your homeroom teacher. I've been watching you for two years. You have a different eye to see women. You definitely like women. You're a lesbian. I couldn't refute anything. That's because what she said was correct.
But for some reason I was relieved to hear it. I was very happy that there were people who understood me. And there was myself who didn't hate being kissed by a woman.