Books About Student Professor Relationships Novels & Stories

he states Eli’s full name like it’s evidence. My pulse stuttered once. “Yes,” I answer. “Is this relationship social in nature?” “Yes.” “Is it exclusive?” The question lands harder than I expect. “No.” His pen moves without hesitation. “Have you visited this student at his private residence?” “Well, I...” “Yes or no answers, Professor” he cut in. “No” “Has he visited you at yours?” “Yes.” Each answer feels like stepping into something tightening. He doesn’t look up as he continues. “Are you aware that faculty-student relationships are subject to enhanced scrutiny under institutional ethics guidelines?”

The power to woo me and make me weak at the knees. "Let's be friends first Blake. But I'm not saying no, to your other question," I say putting my hand on his. We've crossed a line a little bit today. Our professor and student relationship has touched the edges of flirting and I don't let him go any further than he already has. Because if Professor Oakley is Blake to me outside this office, I know I will be the reason he gets fired. "Alright. I will see you in class. We can discuss this later. And Cora please keep this to yourself for now. I don't know what's come over me. If I've made you uncomfortable we can discuss that later as well. Here's your notebook."

“Professor Dante, your relationship with Lessie has come under scrutiny. We need clarification. What exactly is the nature of your relationship with her?” I squared my shoulders, refusing to let my jaw tighten in anger. I looked each one of them in the eye. “Lessie is my student. Nothing more, nothing less. I have no inappropriate relationship with her.” A murmur ran through the room, subtle but sharp. One of the council members, a thin, hawk-faced woman, leaned forward with narrowed eyes. “With all due respect, Professor, it strains belief that your interactions with her, especially recent events, are entirely professional. A student being attacked, you intervening personally, the rumors… i

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

“He’s a good teacher.” Her jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. “Yes, he is. Very… dedicated to his students.” “Uh-huh.” “Some might find such dedication… appealing.” I tilt my head, playing dumb. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” she says, her voice getting that fake-sweet tone that makes my skin crawl, “that it’s natural for young women to develop… feelings for their professors. It’s quite common actually.” “Is it?” “Oh yes. The power dynamic, the intellectual stimulation…” She waves her hand dismissively. “It’s textbook psychology.”

“According to school regulations, you would have been rusticated and Professor Deric here would have been reported and tried.” “I’m not sure what kind of relationship exists between you two but we would rather have it outside our premise so as not to tarnish our image. The culture we uphold here must remain intact regardless of whether both parties are star staffer and student.” My eyes watered as I looked at Jared. He’d gotten the very short end of the stick. “That will be all.” I took one look at the men and women before me. Was it really that bad? The fact that we were together. There were worse pairings that didn’t even raise an eyebrow. Was it really wrong?

Having money and connections meant having power and I was not ashamed to admit that. He probably felt threatened now because I had pointed out a flaw in the school he oversaw. “So there’s nothing between you and Miss Carrington?” “Nothing more than a student and professor relationship.” “Some students have admitted to seeing both of you acting more than friendly to each other even during lessons.” I could not hold back my laughter. Rumors were outrageous and the more they spread, the more they became unbelievable. I knew there was nothing of the sort so I was confident when I said, “They probably let their imagination run wild.”

I reply. “You are doing very well in this class. You are my most attentive student in both of the sessions I teach this this semester, but given your reputation, I assumed it was sexual. You are a very attractive young man and I know you find me attractive, however, I can not allow this to become anything other than a teacher and student relationship,” Professor Klein continues. “I um…I have someone…I promised him…I wouldn’t cum without his permission,” I admit quietly.

"Did you forget the part where you're a professor?!" "You're right," Morris looks thoughtful. "I should be harder on you in class so that nobody catches on-" "That is not what I meant!" "Then what?" He studies me. "Student-teacher relationships aren't allowed!" He lifts a brow, "That's what you're worried about?" He gestures with his hand, "Those rules don't apply to us." "I bet the human staff won't think so when they catch you with your pants down," I scowl at him.

"I didn't." "Huh? Then, what did you say?" "I gave them two options—either I take a break from teaching, or I teach in other colleges." Silas said nothing. It was hard to wrap his mind around it. They were all human beings, but how was Paul, of all people, so bold and uncompromising? Sandy sighed, and her admiration for Paul grew by the second. Bryan thought momentarily before saying, "It shouldn't be that serious, right? The rules only prohibit relationships between professors and students in the same faculty. But Dr. Jefferson and Miranda are in completely different programs."