Novel & Cerita Female Teacher/male Student Relationship

"And I think you know that too, on some deep level, which is why you are fighting so hard to deny it. I think you felt what happened in the park and it scared you. Because something impossible, something that shouldn't be real, feels more real than anything else you have ever felt in your entire life." We stand there in silence, just looking into each other's eyes, our hands touching. I try to pull away, but our contact is electric. It's more than just flesh, it's something deeper, as if our souls are also connected. "You need someone to train you. If not me, someone, and soon." Our hands are still connected as he continues. "I know you and I got off to a bad start, so I understand if you do

" I say in a stern voice that I want to catch her attention to listen properly to me. "When the other students are around you call me professor or sir, bit Mike or any other sexy name you got for me! Second, we behave accordingly in public like a teacher-student relationship, nothing more, that's only for private occasions, okay so have it in mind! These two rules are important!If we continue this and we make it to the end of the year then we can make it public that we are a couple but for now till the end we are just a student and her teacher for the outside world, understood Jessica!?" "Yes sir!"

I know I'm not 'normal', I'll never be. "Only for certain people." She pulls me closer to her, forcing my hand to palm her breast. I have this urge to take my hand off, but I don't. I enjoy the burning nausea I'm feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Won't you get in trouble for this? I mean student teacher relationships are not allowed. You could get fired and I could get expelled." I wasn't that cautious when I was shoving my dick down Marcus's throat though. The thought of it makes me tent a little. She sees it and purrs. "If you won't snitch, I don't see how the school board would find out."

There happened to be a new student who couldn't understand the benign relations that existed between the teacher and his pupils. "How can you control your emotions while sitting among the young girls and boys?" Vicky replied with a smile and said, "I have very pure and sacred relationships with all my pupils. They are very innocent and good at heart." "Well, I don't get you," he replied. With time, his reservations grew worse, and he tried to justify his point of view, but Vicky didn't bother much.

This was like a blessing, because I’m really curious to know more about this case. I needed to know more about it, in order to finally bring that victim’s suspect to justice. And, I can’t wait to have that teacher’s license gone once this is brought to light again. Student and Teacher relationships aren’t tolerated in our country, and the fact that the victim was a minor and the male teacher was still here is quite surprising and at the same time disgusting. It makes me wonder, what type of power that teacher holds to still be here despite the crimes he committed with that fellow student.

I held my head up and stared into each eye . I huffed before continuing "so you are saying that . I did wrong . Just tell me what I did wrong huh? Being in a relationship with someone I like . Is that wrong ? Loving someone I want to without thinking of what others would think about us loving each other . Is that f*cking wrong ? Just tell me one thing which is wrong in this . Why is having a relationship with a teacher wrong ?"

How happy they looked. I felt something squeeze in my chest. What was it like being in a relationship? Being in love? A teacher walked out of one of the classes just then, glanced at them, then looked away and walked down the stairs. He literally saw them and didn't say anything. Students were allowed to be in relationships? My brain was having a hard time processing this. A girl almost walked into them, completely absorbed in the book she was reading. Books! I could go to the library. See if they had anything good in there.

"Yeah, but even if Mr. McDaniel won't fall out with you for his granddaughter, he surely will blame you. Then your relationship..." "It's okay," Julien said, squeezing her hand. Her fingers were slender and soft, and her skin was so smooth. He found it hard to put it down. "I haven't seen my teacher for many years, and our bonds are not so deep. And I'm not happy about the things he has done in my name. If he can make things right this time, our teacher-student relationship can go on. If not, he'll be a stranger to me."

I raised my hands, “Sage is my student, why?” “Do you have a personal relationship with said student? I remember the disciplinary committee had a case about this and you both completely denied it.” I sighed, “yes, and?” Her yes widened a little, “You are not even trying to deny it.” “And what about it?” I asked, voice even. “Is it the fact that I’m seeing someone, or the fact that it’s a he?” “It’s the fact,” she said slowly, “that you’re teaching his class. You know how this looks, don’t you?”

“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.”