Professor Student Affair Novels & Stories

"Ms. Jenkins was trapped in the lab by a vile woman. That same woman knocked over a cylinder that caused a small explosion. What's more, she had also intentionally released toxic gas!" William looked dumbfounded. His whole body trembled as he froze on the spot. I watched him calmly. Lisa's voice cracked as she continued, "You're a famous professor here. Yet, you let yourself be manipulated by a female student! What kind of person abandons their own fiancee? If you had taken Sarah to the hospital first instead of leaving her there, she wouldn't have died!"

It was then the hospital director realized there was no containing the situation and stopped the department head, who looked as if he were about to intervene. “Clearly, things have gotten out of hand. Perhaps it’s best to clear up any misunderstandings here and now,” the director said, turning toward me. Taking a steadying breath, I fought to stay calm. “Emily, I don’t know where this affair accusation came from, but I’m married. I have never interfered in anyone else’s marriage.” “Oh, so you’re going to deny it?” Emily sneered. “Well, today, I’m going to expose your true colors!”

After all, having sex under the rain was not easy. "I didn't expect he would do that to me on the spot," Cindy said, giggling as she looked at herself in the full-body mirror. She was still wet from the bathtub. She posed in front of the mirror and checked all the spots where Giovanni had left kiss marks. "Oh, you naughty little boy. You really like breasts, don't you?" Cindy muttered as she touched her breasts with lots of kiss marks and a bite mark. It wasn't the first time Giovanni and Cindy had sex. Back when they were engaged, they had their first intercourse when they were both 16. But at that time, they were both timid and didn't know what to do.

Not from my pride. He nods, slow and deliberate. The room seems to hold its breath, charged with something I can’t name. I need to leave. Delilah was right: this man could be my downfall if I’m not careful. Crushing on a professor is a disaster waiting to happen. One mistake and I’m screwed. “Thank you again,” I say, pointing toward the card on his desk, keeping my tone professional. “I’ll make sure my profile is in your email before the next lesson.”

“But the power imbalance alone creates concern.” Concern. “As faculty, you are the authority in that classroom.” “Yes,” she said evenly. “Which is precisely why nothing happened.” He steepled his fingers. “Even so, when a student publicly expresses sexual interest in a professor, it raises questions. Especially when that professor specializes in—” he paused delicately, “—public scandal.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I teach political history.” “And you are now part of a narrative,” he said. A narrative. She almost laughed.

His face was flushed and he was almost breathless. “Class,” I answered, watching impatiently as he tried to catch his breath. “What's wrong with you?” “Class? You don't have a class to teach today,” he pointed out, frowning. “Yeah. Milgram gave me her period to use. What do you want? I'm heading home now.” “No,” he said, then he shut the door and moved closer to me. “Have you heard the rumors going around?” “What rumors?” “I overheard two girls talking about a professor having an affair with a student and your name was mentioned,” he explained, looking at me as if he believed what he had heard.

Ahead stretched the red carpet, short but feeling endless, lined with reporters and paparazzi whose voices were already sharpening into knives. A woman raised her phone, her voice sharp and loud enough for the nearby cameras. “Sources say she was his professor. And she left her husband for her student.” Another sneered, “Is it true he was barely legal when the affair began?” I didn’t flinch. Head held high, spine straight, just like my mother had drilled into me since childhood. No one knew the truth behind those rumors. No one saw the long nights I had spent studying, the terror I had buried deep inside, the way Ryan had saved me as much as I had saved him.

I stumble back, dazed. "Professor Orion! We demand answers! Why is your student with you in your holiday cabin?" "What is the nature of your relationship with this student!" "What do you have to say about the sex for grades accusations?" "There is a report of your reputation that holds water to that accusation. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I sat in silence with nothing on my mind to say to Robyn, as my mind wandered off to Ryan and then I wondered why he was taking so long him texting me. In no time the waiter had our orders served as the sweet aroma from our trays wafted into my nostrils. “Thanks,” I said smiling at Robyn, and then I dug into the meal, enjoying the content of the meal in front of me. “How has it been with work lately?” He asked staring at me as he took a bite of his meal with his eyes still locked on my body. “Work…” I stuttered as I tried to take my mind off the fact that I had been having an affair with one of my students.

"Isn't she the mayor's wife? So, it's true that she cheated on her husband?" "She deserved to be locked up in jail. People like her must not be part of this school. I even heard that she was having an affair with one of our professors." "It's not just that. Didn't you guys hear what she did last night? That woman beats her husband's two sisters in the toilet room. She better not get back to our school. She's an embarrassment to our prestigious university." Out of the corners of my eyes, I saw their faces - classmates, new friends, and even some of our professors - all their expressions ranged from shock to disappointment.