Im In Love With My Professor Novels & Stories

I wiggled my left fingers in front of him to advertise my ring to him. "Okay, I still like you." He placed his hands on the table as well, almost touching mine so I retrieved my hands to my side. "You're my professor." My face twisted more. "You're not supposed to like your student, remember." I reminded him through gritted teeth. "It might sound crazy but I've loved you from the first day I met you. I think about you everytime, everyday. I dream about you, you make me happy and you turn me on." So… what could be more gross than this?

mom says. Good old mom going with the flow. I'll give her this it's hard to lie to her. I think she knows something's up. But she doesn't press the matter. I'm sure there will be some sort of intervention later. That's the conversation I'm dreading. The truth of who he is, who he really is. He's my college professor. I didn't ask to fall in love with a teacher. I didn't ask to love him so much that it hurts my insides. But I'm involved now. He is mine and I am his.

"Why are you happy after knowing I don’t have one boyfriend?" "I'm happy that you can concentrate on your studies. Keira. You see, relationships will always make you lose your focus on your studies." "Really?" He nodded. "Been there. Done that." Not anymore comfortable with the skin contact, I distanced myself away from him and patted his shoulders. "Condolence for your dead love. Let's go, Ace. Our professor is going to kill us." "Chill. She won't." "Why?" "Because our Chem prof is my ex-girlfriend. She won't be mad at us. I assure you."

Interesting. I returned to my office, loosened my tie, and grabbed my seat. I heaved out a sharp breath running my fingers over my temples. Lecturing is a hard part of being a professor. And studying is the worst of all. I hate it. Never in the slightest bit, did I think I would become a professor. I happened to venture into it without preparing. Maybe it was because of my late wife. We were both doing our internship back then and she always tells me she wants to become a professor. Her dream was fulfilled but was short-lived. She passed away from a brief illness.

Ryan’s expression instantly turned sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m sorry, Jeremy. I was so shocked that I couldn’t help it.” I waved my hand dismissively at that. “It’s alright. It’s understandable, I guess.” Dean’s eyes were unreadable as he studied me for a second before he spoke. “So you’re serious about this? You’re really in love with our professor.” I gulped, nodding. “I am. I’ve never been sure about something in my entire life.” “But how did this happen? She is a professor. I’m sure a relationship between a professor and a student is against the school rules.” Tyler chipped in, his expression filled with slight concern.

“Results stay perfect, Professor. And if you’re very good… maybe next week I’ll bring a teammate to help stretch that hole even wider.” I left him there, panting and leaking, already addicted. The strictest professor on campus was now my personal Friday fucktoy — and I was just getting started.

She can kill all the students with her looks. I hate that woman. One day, I came late to class by one minute. She gave me the punishment of explaining the class to the students. I'm good in studies but not so good enough to explain classes. I really hate her. After cursing my professor I came out of my thoughts. "Hey chill sweetheart, today we are going to meet our new professor," Rithu gushed making me confused. "What?" I was shocked but happy too as we would be able to get relaxation from that witch.

I watched as our lovely professor greeted each student that walked in. She was genuinely nice. I loved that she didn’t have that stuffy professor thing going on. She was friendly and always took a few minutes before every class to personally connect with at least one student. With everyone in their seats, she turned to look at me. I was staring. I knew I was staring, and I couldn’t look away. Everything Alan had said was echoing through my mind. Could I find love again? I had to admit, the thought didn’t scare me as much as it did six months ago.

I continued. "Well the thing is Xavier doesn't liked bring called professor.... many say its because he's not as old as other professors, many say its because he the youngest professor" "So there's no reason then... you just call him that because he says so." I laughed slightly. "Well yes.. let's leave it at that" Lena responded as she laughed also. I hadn't spoken to the professor since the night in the library. Since he had looked at me something I couldn't quite place before disappearing.

But I don’t think I should care anymore about the things they enjoy. Except for the fact that I have long removed from my mind and heart that I can love, I am forced to be tied to one of the most shameless people I have ever met. “Ma’am Christine!” a professor called me after she saw me. I just smiled at them, then I went to my table to take care of the first block I was going to teach. “Ma’am Christine, don’t you have a boyfriend too?” I was quickly stunned by that question and then looked at the questioner.