My Teacher Is My Lover Novels & Stories

my teacher said holding coach's face. Wait..... "I'm sorry...." Coach nodded and they hugged... Great... I wasn't only falling inlove with my teacher.. I was falling for coach's girlfriend.. This is fucken great!

Yes, the little fish had been put to prison but leaving the bigger ones, the masterminds out in the streets free. I've had several women in my life, with three that came in first. My first love, Mary Dames, was my teacher in love. She taught me how to kiss and to love. Then Kate, whom I like, but never loved at all, although I am still nursing some guilt feelings in having sex with her. This was unfair to her because love never existed. Then Tessa Lopez, showed me that love should be earned, in the most difficult way, so that it would come out more satisfying in the end. I think I’m ready to tie the knot with her and become her life partner.

I cannot be in love with my teacher’. ‘But here we are. Have you paused to think that maybe he also has insecurities that he needs you to clear up? This guy is like six years older than you and a high school teacher, it’s logical for him to think that you are with him only because you miss having a daddy figure in your life. Maybe you have to let him see that you love him for him’. I said not knowing where the words came from. ‘My best friend is in love with my geography teacher. I need to drink this news down’. Pokello said and downed the remnant of her drink.

“I hear that your stomach is hurting. Let me just prepare something for you. Maybe—” I push at him, but he bars my path. “Do you like me, Teacher? You are still young. I am not averse to having a student-teacher romantic relationship.” I almost gag in disgust. “Are you serious? Stop being a disgusting little shit.” “You are not allowed to insult your student!” “We are not in school and besides, you are also not allowed to make that revolting, vile, sickening—” “Stop! I get it already!” “So? Is your stomach really hurting or not?”

“You are probably the middle child, aren’t you? The one who holds everyone together.” A startled laugh slipped out of my mouth. “That’s not wrong.” He tapped his chest proudly. “It’s a gift.” Now I felt secured to tell him more about myself. “I went to Tech school…as you’ve probably seen on my CV-". “A thousand times.” I continued. “I loved it. Coding. Building and breaking things and it felt like where I belonged. Then I met someone.” Alex stilled “I thought he was my forever. My first love…my everything.”

“I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time, and I just… I think it’s time I finally do. Luther… I like you. I truly do. More than a student should ever feel for her professor, I know. But I don’t care about the rules or expectations right now. All I care about is how I feel, and how you make me feel.” He didn’t speak. His eyes just stared at her, utterly unreadable. His lack of response only intensified her nervousness, but she pressed on, her voice cracking slightly. “I know we’ve… shared things. Intimate things. And I honestly thought that meant something to you. Because to me, it means everything. I… I think I’m in love with you.” A heavy, suffocating silence descended upon the room,

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 ?"

You may have something against him, but you don't have anything against me, so I will go to the cops and I will tell them all you did". I laughed hysterically, before answering. "James, I don't want to take you as an enemy, I have always known you to be a friend, and I am sure, you know that having me as an enemy, is an error. I will advise, that you choose your circle wisely. What do you think you have against me? Yes I fell for my teacher, and I wanted her, luckily for me, her husband is such a looser that she doesn't need to spend the rest of her life, with a pitiful paediatrician like him.

"I love you." "I hope you have an excellent new year!" No one else is staring at Mark the way that I am, with worry clearly visible in my eyes, save for Mark and me. He has a questioning look on his face as though trying to determine whether or not he heard correctly. "I love you." I want to reassure him once more, so I say it again. He appears to be about to say something to me when he glances over in my direction and opens his mouth, but I am already speaking. "It was in this book that I learned that it's possible to feel love for something as straightforward as a dish or an animal. When we were still just friends, I loved you, but now since we are closer than ever, I'm in love with you."

Jace, also wearing sunglasses, strides confidently beside my brother, ignoring the stares from everyone. “Fucking hell,” Hannah comments, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “They’re like gods around here.” I lean against a nearby tree. “Annoying gods,” I mutter, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Jace. He should have a cool soundtrack playing in the background as he walks like that. My heart flutters when I follow him, and I mentally shake my head at the terrifying realization I have. I’m in love with my teacher. Deeply. Way too deeply, and probably for far too long. Maybe even before he stepped foot in my house. I’m just like the other girls, hopelessly crushing on an older teacher.