Professor Student Relationship Novels & Stories

he muttered, more silent this time. I frowned at him and took glances at other students who are on the second floor as well. “You know that teacher-student relationship is banned and we can be both expelled, well me, and you can lose your job, you accompanying me to that library is basically helping us as well in our research, that would be unfair for the other students,” “and you’re one ‘famous’ professor, if rumors stirred around that we are seen that would spread fast” I muttered back at him.

I reply. “You are doing very well in this class. You are my most attentive student in both of the sessions I teach this this semester, but given your reputation, I assumed it was sexual. You are a very attractive young man and I know you find me attractive, however, I can not allow this to become anything other than a teacher and student relationship,” Professor Klein continues. “I um…I have someone…I promised him…I wouldn’t cum without his permission,” I admit quietly.

I said while we were still in the elevator down to the main building. “Why would I? Society dictates that the student-teacher relationship is forbidden because there may be unfair treatment and favoritism. But, in my opinion, I’m fine with dating my dean, since it’s impossible for me to be your favorite. I'm also smart so it’s not a case that my grade might go up because of you. It's another case of a student and professor dating if they know how to separate their private lives, right? ” "I think I agree with your last statement."

"Are you denying the relationship, then?" "Of course, I am," the professor said. "I was merely giving a student a ride. A student who, I might add, works at my company under the school’s approval. It is common sense for me to ensure his safe transportation to and from work. The fact that this has been twisted into something so absurd is frankly infuriating and insulting to my career, reputation and personality.” I barely had time to process his words before he delivered the final blow. "Why would I ever be in a relationship with a mere student?"

I had a feeling it had to do with the blond boy stealing glances at us from the comfort of his table. Eager to get the conversation going, I said, “Well, I know this might be hard to believe, but that night was—” “A mistake,” she cut in sharply. Her eyes were filled with determination when they met mine. I felt my brows crease of their own volition. “That was not what I was going to say.” “But that is the truth, Professor,” she said. She looked troubled and I thought of Oliver. “What happened should never have happened and it's best if it doesn't repeat itself. You're my professor and I'm your student. The relationship between us shouldn't go beyond that. I'm sorry but I have to take my leav

If only she knew how difficult this class was, down to the motherfucking professor. “The thing is, no one knows who the professor is. He has two assistants who teach us, gives us tests and exams. So, if we have any complaints whatsoever, it goes to the assistants and not whoever the professor is and it is a fucking pain in my ass.” I held my head with both hands and landed on my bed, then screamed into my pillow. I hate the life I had. Why didn’t I have the life influencers I see online? I should be making short videos of useless things on the hundredth vacation that I didn’t need to take. But here I was, in a small room, worried about my grades.

"I can't believe this. It's like something out of a novel or a movie. But what does this mean for you, for your relationship with the professor?" I sighed, my emotions in turmoil. "That's the dilemma, Sandra. On one hand, we have this incredible connection, and on the other, we have the university's strict policies against student-teacher relationships. It's a complex situation." Sandra looked at me, her concern deepening. "So, what do you want to do, knowing this? Do you plan to keep it a secret, or are you going to confront the professor about it?" I chuckled at her question, knowing that the situation had taken an unexpected twist. "Come on, Sandra. The professor already knows, and that's

"Of course, I do—all the more reason for us not to be romantically involved. I don't want to jeopardize your education. Your future. My job." "No." I got up and squeezed my way in between his thighs. He put his hands up to shield me from him, but the chemistry sparking between us was relentless and all-consuming, and tonight it won. He relaxed his arms, allowing me into his space. "No. I want you in my bubble. Because I care about you too, the people at this school do whatever they want whenever they want. Why can't we do the same?" "Because of the simple fact I am your professor, and you are my student."

She sighed loudly and decided there was no need to pretend she didn't recognize her any longer. “I know you have a history with Professor Bruce. Or maybe you're still in touch with him now. I don't care. But just so you know, I don't have any special relationship with Professor Bruce. Please don't look at me as if I have a special relationship with him.” "Did you know that this campus has strict rules regarding relationships between students and lecturers?" There was no answer from Shanon. She never cared about it until Jane Heather just said it.

"You cannot just change my classes without asking me." "I can and I did. A professor dating his student is against university policy." He takes my hand. "This way no one can say our relationship is inappropriate." "What about all my work? My assignments?" "Professor Chen will honor everything. Your GPA will not be affected." His thumb traces circles on my palm. "I am protecting both of us." I should be mad. But he is right. This way we are protected. "What about my other classes? Am I supposed to pretend everything is normal?"