Kissed A Teacher Novels & Stories

I know if she mentioned something to Toby about seeing me, he'd at least investigate, but, nope. Then there was this morning, while my car. I was taking pictures of them together as... Well, proof and just to have in my back pocket if I need to cause some trouble... And they just handed it to me on a plate! I got a lovely photo of them kissing. I’m interested to know what the school would say if they had hard, solid evidence of a teacher kissing a student? No matter what the situation was, that would be the end of his career there and then!

Taylor squeezes Rose’s shoulders and it earns her a smack on the arm. “Random question, guys,” Taylor asks. She tilts her head in Calum’s direction. It must be in my head but he was looking at our table. I school my lips into a smile for him. “If you had to kiss, fuck or kill any of our teachers, who would it be?”

Hunter said. “I’m sorry, but this school is a safe space, we’re here to teach you what you would never learn outside”. The teacher said. “Be free to share anything with us”. The teacher added. “I can just yet… sorry”. Hunter apologized and left the class. Hunter walked very fast away from the vampire's block to bump into someone. The force to which they bumped, threw the other person unbalanced that they went falling on the ground with Hunter following and their lips mistakenly touching each other. They kissed, Hunter delayed for some seconds before he quickly stood up, dusted his trousers and left the scene in a haste....

ATHENA Three days later…. “Today is our last day, and we must make the best of it!” The teacher announces just as Rose pulls a chair to sit next to me. I barely look up. My mind is still spinning, replaying that night like a broken record on loop. The kiss. God. That kiss. It had knocked the air out of my lungs and left a dull ache in my chest. I couldn’t shake off. Like a burn that wouldn’t stop tingling.

He is such a naughty man. Everything the principal was saying didn't get to me as I kept reminiscing on last night's whole saga with Axell. I looked at his lips and I didn't mind running over to him for another round of kisses. His soft plump lips made me roll my eyes. Just the thought of his lips on mine again made me hot. “We need every teacher to tell their students that teachers and students relationship is highly prohibited in this school and anyone caught in that act will be seriously dealt with. It will be posted on the notice board first thing Monday morning”

"I love you." "I love you too, more than you know," he left a kiss on her cheek and then went to sit down, still feeling the lapis lazuli gaze of his best friend on the back of his neck. Katherina watched him walk away before turning around and heading straight for the small stage at the front of the classroom, a little towards the back, to take her seat. She watched her friends cheer her on, and Tom did the same, whispering words of encouragement that she understood perfectly—words like "I love you" and "wish I could be there." After a few minutes, the teacher spoke, giving some instructions, and then began calling each person to start everything off on the right foot.

Her hair was tied in pigtails and her cheeks are squishy. “My name is Teacher Quinn. Everybody, stand up and let’s do some exercise!” the teacher started the class energetically. “She’s my mommy. But in here. I have to call her teacher,” whispered his seatmate. “Do you still remember me? I’m Kisses.” They started to sing and dance after their exercise. They played games and made some fun activities. During their painting session, Lumiere noticed that Kisses ran out of blue ink. So, he pushed over the table his paint palette.

she said as she got into the driver’s seat. I took a deep breath and went in on the other side, even though I knew I shouldn’t have, but I was curious to know what would happen and also, I couldn’t stop the adrenaline from pumping through my veins as a force was pulling me to her. “I thought you didn’t want to come,” she said in a low tone as she rubbed her hand over my chest, she grabbed my chest and pulled me to herself as her lips crashed against each other. Fuck, I just had my first kiss with my teacher. I screamed in my head as I stared at her, my eyes wide with shock.

Seeing as he was a precious friend, however, I merely rolled my eyes. “It’s his loss,” he insisted. “Now, you have to make him regret it tenfold. Don’t let him gaslight you into thinking it was a mistake or anything…” I had yet to tell him about what I had done in retaliation, and I wasn’t sure I could. I had given away my first kiss to a stranger, and not just any stranger, but the new teacher in town — the very same teacher who made me want to submit to him, in ways I never thought possible, with a mere look.

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student