Professor Student Relationship Novels & Stories

"Have you seen him? I found his faculty photo and wow. Like, criminally attractive. It should be illegal to look that good and teach ethics. The irony, right?" Every word was a knife. I wanted to tell her to stop, that I didn't care, that Micaiah Hayes could be a male model for all I cared and it wouldn't matter to me. But my voice wouldn't work. "Anyway." Stephanie finally released my arm. "We should exchange numbers. I can fill you in on all the campus drama you missed. There's a lot. Like, a lot a lot." She pulled out her phone expectantly, and I found myself typing in my number because what else was I supposed to do? Tell her that the hot new professor was my stepbrother? That I'd slept

"I am speaking freely." Dr. Meyer held his gaze for a long, searching moment. Then, she sighed, a long, weary sound. "The University's policies are clear. A relationship between a professor and a student they are currently teaching is strictly prohibited. Paul, you will be immediately removed from any instructional or supervisory role involving Leonard. Your conduct will be reviewed by the ethics committee." It was a blow, but not a fatal one. They had expected this.

he states Eli’s full name like it’s evidence. My pulse stuttered once. “Yes,” I answer. “Is this relationship social in nature?” “Yes.” “Is it exclusive?” The question lands harder than I expect. “No.” His pen moves without hesitation. “Have you visited this student at his private residence?” “Well, I...” “Yes or no answers, Professor” he cut in. “No” “Has he visited you at yours?” “Yes.” Each answer feels like stepping into something tightening. He doesn’t look up as he continues. “Are you aware that faculty-student relationships are subject to enhanced scrutiny under institutional ethics guidelines?”

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

"There is still no excuse for the way I treated you. No one should ever be made to feel invisible" "But that's what I'm trying to say: you've far exceeded it! What we have now goes beyond the simple teacher/student relationship you had with them. You are my best friend, my boyfriend, my fiancé, and my lover. Our relationship is much more intimate and I don't mean just physically. What we have is so much better!"

It was pretty downright rude of him to be honest. Sighing, I climbed out of bed and answered the door. “What is it you want?” I demanded to know, giving him a look. He huffed. “I want to talk to you about what happened. It was a mistake. Both you and I know that.” “I… know,” I said after a while, trying to find my voice and project strength into it. “It was just sex and nothing more. I am capable of just having sex in a relationship.” He sighed. “I am a professor and you are a student. While you may not be my student, it doesn’t change the fact that this can never happen again, understand?”

“So, did you two do it yet?” I blink from over the rim of the cup. Vaughn groaned from my side. I refuse to look at him as I continue to sip. “I’m asking if you guys slept together or not.” I choked on the coffee. He quickly runs to my aid with paper towels and rubs my back soothingly. “Can you stop?” he gritted out to her. But she is laughing at our reaction. “You have to understand, he is just my professor and i his student. He just helps me with my studies and that’s all.”

“You don't know what you are saying, you are just caught in the moment just like me, that's why..” “Caught in the moment? Yes, but this is not just an impulse act, I really want you to fuck me Professor, maybe I can get a closure with that,” I whispered as I clung to him. “We can't do anything like that,” he said, pushing me away, but I wasn't letting him just disregard what we felt. “Why can't we? People fuck each other all the time!” I mumbled, but he took offense. “But we are not just people; you are my student, and I'm your Professor, so we aren't just people, Jennifer, we are different.” He rasped, but I didn't haven't it.

"And I'm going to make him pay for that." The guy started moving and so we kept a fine distance as we followed his tracks. Killian and I kept our act, rumbling nonsense about whether it's fine having friends of the opposite gender. I don't know why in the world our topic is about that. "I don't like it. Never befriend a guy, especially a professor," Killian emphasized the last word, which made me lift a brow. "Why not befriend a professor? Isn't that better? Having a good relationship with a professor means a higher chance of raising your grades."

Tch. I let go of him. My phone just vibrated in my pocket and I take it out to look at it. My uber is here. I didn’t want Killian dropping me despite how much he insisted. The rumour, which actually is a true story, about a student and a professor relationship is dead, I wouldn’t want to change that because anyone’s thoughts will go in that direction if they see me, a student, stepping out of his, a professor, car. I groan. “My uber is here.” I say to him. “I’ll text you.”