Affair With Professor Novels & Stories

"I wasn't planning to go to the newspapers with news about your disastrous one night stand anyways. But just so you know, you and the big, bad professor are definitely going to get horizontal again." "Eww." "He's hot. You could do much worse." She waggled her eyebrows. Professor Buford wasn't just hot, he was a work of art. Tall, lithe, with high cheekbones, perpetually messy hair, those intense grey eyes and the expensive looking clothes that tapered to his body. It was unfortunate that he was a grade A asshole. I understood that his career could be hurt if what we had done came out, but he didn't need to keep me quiet with threats.

The realization was paralyzing, leaving me feeling like I’d fallen into an icy pit. Just as I was struggling to process this, a female doctor from Mark’s department spoke up, breaking the tense silence. “This is just hearsay! I’ve seen Dr. Miller and Mark together at the hospital housing complex, and they even greeted me when they were out walking together. If Dr. Miller were a homewrecker, would Mark flaunt their relationship so openly?” Several other doctors chimed in, trying to defend me. “Exactly! If this were some secret affair, they wouldn’t live in hospital housing together. That’s way too blatant!”

Both Cheryl and Carlos were always faithful to every promise they made together, that whatever the reason, they would never forgive the affair. It's not about Carlos' loyalty, it's about Cheryl's loyalty. It's true that Carlos has never had an affair, but last night Cheryl slept with a stranger. She held Rafael in her arms all night even though nothing else happened between them but sleep. So, does Carlos deserve to stick with a woman like Cheryl? "Tell me you're not having an affair, Cheryl!" Carlos walked closer. He reached out to grip Cheryl's chin tightly. “Carlos… it’s hurt.” She said with great difficulty, she tried to free Carlos' hand, but his grip was too strong.

I start the long and futile work of reporting the comments and reporting the accounts. Until I find one comment that catches my eye. “I just saw this professor guy few hours ago with his family, do you think they know he sleeps with his students?” I press the report and block button and start to leave for his family house.

I considered ignoring it because nothing good would ever come of it, but defying fate was easier said than done. I approached my bedroom window and pulled away the sheer curtains with a shaky hand. Professor Elias Grey, my mate, stood several yards away under the shade of a tall oak tree. He lazily took a drag of his cigarette as he watched me, silently daring me to take my eyes away. I was so drawn to him that I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. The assembly was pure torture. I sat amongst my peers and was forced to overhear how hot they thought my mate was, and all the nasty things they’d allow him to do to them. I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from declaring he was mine. W

That afternoon, I got Evan to hand the divorce papers to Zach. I changed the locks at home, too. Then, I went straight to my parents' place to tell them about Zach's situation. I only told them about how Zach had an affair. I did not dare to mention that Zach had killed me once. I was afraid my parents would not be able to take it. Thankfully, my father was still influential. He quickly took back Zach's power and fired all the people Zach had gotten to his side.

“You can be my campus girlfriend. We could meet here on the weekends, and you get to take care of me. That's all. We could end up being good together, and you can pass my course even if you perhaps do not take my exams.” My jaw hung open, and I blinked a couple of times to remind myself this wasn't a dream. “I can't do what you're asking me. I can't.” He scoffed. “Why? I'm a professor. I have enough money to take care of you. You should be happy that I decided to pick you for this kind of offer.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, sir, I'll have to decline the offer. I can't; I'm not that kind of girl.”

He pulled my hair and whispered how he’d fuck me in the lecture hall one day soon. We finished together, his release mixing with mine. Afterward, we lay tangled on the couch, talking softly about keeping it secret yet pushing boundaries further—stolen touches in class, late night study sessions that turned carnal. The affair burned bright with risk and passion. Professor Hale had given me a hands-on education I would never forget, and I craved every forbidden lesson ahead.

"Do you think I have time to waste? Answer me!" "I'm sorry Mr. Cheriton…in that case then let's do it like that…huh?" "You must be mad! Have I ever had sex with any of you without condom on?" "But…I don't bother getting pregnant for you…I really don't care…please sir." "Pregnant? You must be stupid! No woman dares to see or feel my body talk more of my nakedness! Now leave and call someone else for me before I lose my temper!"

She bid her goodbye and didn't look back, she was almost at the entrance when the professor she was avoiding was waiting by the gate. She hid herself extra careful but it just wasn't her day. She hates that man, it was one of her professor. He has a secret crush on her and he showed it to her freely in many ways. But she hates the attention. She was currently rumored to be dating with him, normally she would tell her parents about this but she don't want to give them any problems. It has always been that way. She can't give them any problems, she doesn't want to. She wants to be the perfect daughter that a parent would be proud off.