Professor Student Romance Novels & Stories

"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."

“Don’t play dumb, little one. You know exactly what I mean. Show me those magnificent tits of yours. Those big, round, perfect tits I’ve been trying not to stare at since you walked into my class.” Eleanor gasped, her cheeks flaming scarlet. “Professor! You… you’re my professor, sir!” The words tumbled out, a desperate plea for him to stop, for things to go back to normal. He chuckled, a deep, knowing sound. “Indeed I am. And you, my dear, are my student. A student who desperately needs to learn. And I, it seems, am a very… hands-on teacher.” His hand, which had been resting lightly on her arm, slid down, his fingers brushing the side of her breast. A jolt, like lightning, shot through her.

“I know that nobody else is going to marry me and so I knew you were my best option" For a brief second, I looked away from the road and faced her. “What do you mean by that?" Her head dropped, “Nothing, please don't mind me" her firm voice had softened even further. “I didn't exactly have too many choices so I took this" It wasn't enough for me, “So you're going to marry me? You know I'm a professor in your college? Do you know what your fellow students will think if they ever find out?" I shook my head as I imagined the outcome. I couldn't let that happen.

"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."

"A student who is freshly eighteen years old and clearly vulnerable. A student who just started here this morning." Each word hit me like a physical blow. Student. Eighteen years old. Vulnerable. She was right, of course. That's exactly what this looked like, exactly what it was. I was a student and he was my professor and we'd just been kissing in his office like the world was ending. "I should go," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Yes," Fox said firmly. "You should." I looked at Professor Cassian one more time, searching his face for some sign of what he was thinking. But his expression had gone carefully blank, that professional mask sliding back into place like armor.

“Professor Dante, your relationship with Lessie has come under scrutiny. We need clarification. What exactly is the nature of your relationship with her?” I squared my shoulders, refusing to let my jaw tighten in anger. I looked each one of them in the eye. “Lessie is my student. Nothing more, nothing less. I have no inappropriate relationship with her.” A murmur ran through the room, subtle but sharp. One of the council members, a thin, hawk-faced woman, leaned forward with narrowed eyes. “With all due respect, Professor, it strains belief that your interactions with her, especially recent events, are entirely professional. A student being attacked, you intervening personally, the rumors… i

“That’s why we are sitting here watching her and her girls play volleyball in bikinis." Stacey is the only friend I have been able to make at this school other than my roommates. I don't want to wreck that by actually dating her and then becoming physical. Luis suggested Stacey and I become "friends with benefits," but I don't do casual sex. Before Professor Davis, I hadn't done it at all. Maybe things would be easier if I were someone like Luis, who has a new girlfriend every week. Maybe then I'd finally be able to forget how my Professor's skin smells when she's excited, or how her legs feel when she is straddling me, or... “Mr. Salazar, can you stay behind after class for a few minutes?”

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

Students were already flocking to the podium, and I figured that perhaps I could take the opportunity to slip out—pretend that I had forgotten or that something had come up. Anything to get out of talking to Edwin. “Oh my god. The professor of this class is the one I slept with,” I typed out in a text to Tina as I stood and began gathering my things. “I’m going to drown myself in the river, I swear.” Not even moments later, a text from Tina returned: “Hey, maybe you two could still hit it off! It’s like a meet-cute. Besides, there aren’t technically any laws prohibiting you from being romantically involved, right?”

Had it been some random man, I'd have erupted already but this was my professor and I need to handle this with care but if he tries shit, I'm gonna show him the madness in Annalise. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my rising anger. "Professor Ken, I appreciate your concern, but I think there's a misunderstanding here. I'm not interested in having any sort of personal relationship with my teachers. I'm here to learn and focus on my studies. I have so much responsibility on me and I need all the focus I can get, dating is a distraction right now and I don't need that." He leaned in closer, and I could feel my skin crawl. "Ann, don't be like that. I'm just trying to get to know you better.