Professor Student Affair Novels & Stories

I say. "Yeah,the students are used to his lateness already so at times they don't bother attending the class" he says. "What does he then do with his time? I know his office is just a building away so I see no reason for him coming late to class" I say as I place my books on the desk. "I think he's having an affair with the Religion professor" he says in a low voice and I gasp. "Cole!" I squeak "What? I'm telling the truth" he shrugs.

"I mean, I knew people would talk, but I didn’t think anyone would go that far." His expression darkened, but I barely noticed. "Honestly," I continued, "I should be mad at whoever took that damn picture, but right now? I’m furious at him." He frowned, taking a seat on the couch across from me. "The professor? Why?” I clenched my jaw, gripping a cushion in my lap. "He played it off like it was nothing," I muttered. "Said I was just some stellar student that he was helping out. That it would be absurd for him to be in a relationship with a mere student."

My eyes sting, tears threatening to spill as I finally whisper, barely audible, “It… it was.” “Fuck no! She’s lying—it was not consensual. I told you, I manipulated her into kissing me—” Professor Lucien’s voice cracks with fury, his glare burning through me. I break completely. My chest caves as silent sobs shake me. I can’t bring myself to lie. Maybe the first time was, but the rest? It wasn’t. “Professor Lucien,” Nathaniel’s voice booms, “a romantic relationship with a student is against every code of conduct this institution upholds. For you to mastermind such behavior does nothing but drag the reputation of this esteemed college into the mud.”

My heart sank. The message he’d been receiving… the one from the person threatening him, it had finally reached the board. Well, I thought, let’s see how this goes. “Welcome, Professor Larry,” the Managing Director greeted stiffly. “Thank you, Mr. Largatil,” I replied, just as coldly. He cleared his throat. “Information reaching us says you are having an affair with one of your students. How true is that?” The entire room went silent. I raised my head and met my boy’s gaze, his eyes were filled with fear.

I want to turn and walk away now, but my feet betray me, drawing me closer to her. “Juniper,” I call out casually from a distance, trying to keep my voice steady, but the moment our eyes meet, she rolls her eyes and hops into her car, slamming the door shut. The yard is full of students, and I don’t want to appear like a creepy professor stalking his student. I swallow my pride and walk away, slipping into my car, where I pause for a moment, resting my head against the steering wheel as I catch my breath. Surviving another day with her feels like a small victory, especially since I haven’t put my dick in her yet. I hold it down perfectly.

She started. " Yes, judging from my appearance, I may not look the prayer and fasting part but that part is true. After everything, we found out he's been a victim of the rampant kayanmata shenanigans." She paused as a series of whispers and murmurs grew all over the hall. " Right now, you might be wondering what this had to do with you girls but he was only able to confess that his affair was with a student." All hell went loose as murmurs and snide talks were on the uprise.

My reaction told me more than anything that I was already too fucking deep in all of this and this step back was the best thing. "Did you and the prof have a lover's squat?" Gia had asked as we had headed out after the class. "Keep your voice down!" I had hissed, glancing around to make sure nobody had been listening. "And no, we didn't have a... We aren't even lovers. We can't have a lover's squat." "Oh." She had given me a look. "then it's really over between you two." "Why do you say that?" "He didn't spare you a single glance the whole class, Mads. Surely you noticed that. And I couldn't feel all that delicious tension anymore. More's the pity." She had tsked. "you don't look happy about

"Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts." At the end of his speech, the students in the class reduced by a quarter. "Now we may start. I will be marking the attendance first." Alistair picked up the paper and took out a pen from

“It’s really OK, Vicky. You can tell me the truth. I won’t judge. That student of yours is HOT AF. If you want to sleep with him, that’s called being human.” “Yuck, Juan, sleeping with students is disgusting.” I grimace. “Then I guess I am disgusting.” She deadpans. “What?” “As I said, I would not judge you if you told me the truth, because I, actually, am sleeping with my professor for a while.” “What? Who? How? When?” I am totally shocked.

I closed the report and played a video on the large screen. As the video played, I raised my voice so everyone in the room could hear me clearly. “A certain university professor has twisted the truth. Not only did she betray her professional ethics by having an affair with her own student, but she also stole ten years of her husband’s research and tried to use it to turn her student into a genius. “Professor Lawson, Felix, I wonder if you know who I’m talking about.” The moment Wendy saw the video, her face turned deathly pale.