Novel & Cerita Female Teacher/male Student Relationship

It was textbook manipulation—praising one person while stepping on another, laced with inappropriate sexual innuendo. The worst part was that Lydia ate it right up. She lightly tapped his chest, her anger instantly transforming into laughter. "You're terrible! There are other people here, you know." My hand paused as I scooped some pasta onto a plate. After considering for only a second, I shot back, "Shane, when you compliment your girlfriend, please leave me out of it. Thanks." The moment the words left my mouth, Sarah hurried to smooth things over. "Jo, Shane's clumsy with words and doesn't know how to speak properly. Don't hold it against him."

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."

Judy’s voice recalled in her head at the time. "Twenty years ago, there was a female teacher who was in a relationship with her student. After she was discovered by the school, the male students, in order to gain a good future, refused to admit it. Instead, it was the teacher who seduced him. In that time of simplicity, the female teacher could not bear the eyes of the crowd and hanged herself in her office on a dark, windy night, dressed in red.

Henry. This is a female class, but sometimes the dominants of the students join their submissives. You see, even the male students are higher than the female teachers here. And they like to control the classes, see where the limits are. So when a male student gives you an order, you obey. Every female does. Even their own mothers. I hold my tongue. He’s lounging at the edge of the room like he owns the place, one arm draped casually over the back of his submissive’s chair. His blond hair is tousled in that ugly careless way. His eyes gleam with predatory amusement.

"Yeah, not proud of it, but I've thought about a few over the years. Especially since I started here. I feel better thinking about boys without teen at the end of their age." "We all do it. Show me a teacher, male or female, that's taught older kids for years who says they have never run the student teacher fantasy through their head, and I'll show you a liar." "When I was a student I always thought it was the guy teachers who were pervy, had a couple of them," she scrunched her face up. "Dirty bastards, I even had one offer me an A instead of my B if I would suck him off right there on the spot."

"That's really troubling. I can't imagine any of our teachers doing something like that." "We hope not," said Mrs. Chen. "But we need to be thorough. You're a senior, correct? And you've been at this school for four years?" "Yes, ma'am. Since freshman year." "So, you have had classes with most of the male teachers on staff? "I think so. Math, science, history, English. yes, most of them." Mrs. Chen clicked her pen. "Have any of them ever made you uncomfortable? Perhaps by giving you inappropriate attention or making comments that felt unprofessional?

"Wow. Relationship. That's a heavy word." "Is it?" Liam asked mildly. "Yes," I said firmly. "Because there's nothing between us except a professor-student relationship. That's all. He's my teacher, and I'm his student. Nothing more." Liam studied my face for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Okay. I believe you." I wasn't sure if he actually did, but I appreciated that he wasn't pushing the issue. Liam rose to his feet, brushing off his pants. "I should get going. Duty calls and all that."

I kept watching his lips move, remembering how his hand felt, thinking about how much better his mouth would be. Halfway through the problem his voice got quieter. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I feel so stupid. This is messed up.” “Yep,” I said proudly. Aiden rubbed his eyes. “We are student and teacher. That is all we will ever be. Nothing more. Get that through your head.” “That’s okay,” I told him. “Hate me while you stroke me next time. Makes it hotter. You can say we’re nothing all you want, but your hand says different.”

"No need to worry about my lady parts, my friend; I plan to have them explored in no time." "Yeah, at tonight's Pi Alpha Nu frat party with boys our age." "Don't make me vom, okay. These college boys don't know what to do with a farm girl like me. We require experienced hands." "What are you going to do; hog tie them if they misbehave?" She arched her eyebrow, giggling. "Maybe. But I need someone more sophisticated, worldly." Like the professor. "I hate to break it to you, but Professor Wright ain't it. You know the rules; student-teacher relationships are strictly forbidden. And besides, he doesn't give anyone here outside of his social circle the time of day. You'll be trying until the day

He took my first time and now this? I shook my head. I wasn't going to let him do this. "You and I did something last night. Be a man and own up to it." "Having any relationship with my students that go beyond the classroom is an absolute taboo and could lead to my termination - both from my job and with my life. Why would I be stupid enough to frolic around with a student, and worse, one who cannot for the life of her keep a secret?" Tears were running down my face now, but his mean streak wasn't fading any time soon.