Professor Student Relationship Novels & Stories

The soft click echoed in the room. She cleared her throat. “Today will be strictly business. We have a student-teacher relationship and that is simply what it is going to be. These two hours will be used for actual tutoring. Nothing else.” I nodded, even though I completely disagreed. “Of course, Professor.” We started the lesson. I asked questions about Nietzsche and existential dread. She answered clearly, professionally. For the first thirty minutes, she held it together. But I could see the cracks forming.

None of them have to find out they've been having an inappropriate sexual relationship with their student. I mean, if I did end the relationship. How do I face him after this? We might end our relationship, but he would always be my student. I didn’t even know how I got through my lecture today, with him sitting in the crowd... staring at me with a smug smile. Somehow, I managed to stand there and talk about theories and research like I wasn’t falling apart inside. I didn’t stutter, didn’t lose focus, not even when his eyes stared at me like I was some meaty snack.

I sighed, careful not to roll my eyes. “ I'm good, professor.” “ Then say something.” I look around for a clue. Nothing. The professor walks up to me, and took my phone. “ Let's see what kept you distracted,” he said, about to read the chats. My heart dropped. I felt a surge of panic rise in my chest. The beat of my heart and my pulse paces like a race horse. It could ruin everything for me. If he finds out about my relationship with Aaron.

He teases with a grin. "Yeah well things changed. And no sex, just...whatever else." "Whatever else shouldn't be said so mindlessly. I wouldn't do anything you're uncomfortable with." Their eyes locked and he smiles, showing off his dimple. Azalea regained herself and cleared her throat. "Well, it's settled." "Not quite." She gave him a look and Thompson leant forward. "I know you're an adult, but you have to remember our situation, Ms. Moore. I'm your professor and you're my student. No one should have a clue about this, okay?"

I pointed out and he nodded. “Twelve.” He corrected like thay was more important than the fact that they were actually close. “That is not the important part.” I groaned, feeling my anxiety getting over the roof. I have read about how they expel students caught in relationships with their professors. I have also seen how they sack the said professor. It was unethical. And this was practically forbidden. Clearly, Nikolai didn't see that as a reason to panic. Because he took a sip of water, my knees started bobbing.

why he is an Ex soldier or the fact that he was seven years older than me. When I heard the class suddenly began to settle my eyes scanned over to the man who had just walked in as our new professor. “Good morning,I would be your professor for this class” I heard someone say. My eyes instantly moved to the front of the classroom and when I saw the man standing there, my heart stopped. It was killian, my step brother he is my new professor. I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled.

"I can't think of any other alternative. Even though truthfully it makes me kind of uncomfortable going to your house. But then again, I think we are beyond the point now that it shouldn't even matter." "Are you concerned about me being your professor?" Duh. Earth to Belikov. "Obviously. Pretty sure a student teacher relationship is highly forbidden." I tell him. "Brenna, Brenna, Brenna...you are in college now and a full grown woman. It is certainly not forbidden. It may be frowned upon, but there is no rule against it. Although I will say I do love hearing you acknowledging this as a relationship. To think you were hardly able to look at me last night. Just imagine what tomorrow might brin

I don't even remember details of that conversation, if it could be called that, but I know I ought to be proud of myself because I was able to put a foot down and express myself. I no longer feel like a nervous love struck teenager in his classes. There is a change in him too. He is colder. More closed off. Professional. Professorial. He doesn't exactly go out of his way to avoid me but the dirty talking or the overt glances have ceased. He doesn't intrude into my personal space or try anything explicit with me. We relate with each other professionally. Like a professor and his class assistant. Normally. Neutrally. The amount of effort I put into these brief interactions leaves me dizzy.

The headline sits in bold at the top: Professor–Student Relationship Exposed: Ravenscroft Faculty Member and Undergraduate Photographed in Multiple Intimate Settings Below it, the pictures load one after another. Killian and me outside my building, close enough that the nature of the kiss is unmistakable. Another of his hand at my waist in a parking lot. One of me in his arms, being carried bridal-style into a building at night. Each image is clearer than the last. Each one strips another layer off the private world we thought we had protected. My vision narrows. The phone feels too heavy. The sounds of the parking lot, engines, distant voices, Nora saying my name, drop away into a single hi

"Did you forget the part where you're a professor?!" "You're right," Morris looks thoughtful. "I should be harder on you in class so that nobody catches on-" "That is not what I meant!" "Then what?" He studies me. "Student-teacher relationships aren't allowed!" He lifts a brow, "That's what you're worried about?" He gestures with his hand, "Those rules don't apply to us." "I bet the human staff won't think so when they catch you with your pants down," I scowl at him.