Professor Student Romance Novels & Stories

Maybe she was worried that I would drink from her again. “I’m very good at controlling myself. You don’t need to be worried about it,” I assured her, hoping that would ease some of her discomfort. It didn’t. “I’m not worried about it,” she said quickly, giving him what sounded like a nervous chuckle. “It’s not every day that someone tells me they have feelings akin to love for me.” “As of right now, we are professor and student. I wouldn’t do anything to cross that boundary.” She was quiet for another moment before asking, “What about after I graduate.”

"This is inappropriate." "Is it?" Tipping my head, I released my hair over one shoulder. "Or perhaps you’re just scared to admit that there’s something, between us?” "There is nothing between us." But his hands trembled slightly as he closed his laptop. "You're my student. Nothing more." “Well, then why do you look at me like that?” "Like what?" “Like you’re so hungry and I’m the thing that will feed you.”

"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.

I was not ready to tell her that I had slept with my professor who was a married man. I swallowed and shifted my gaze to Anthony who was standing before me with hands in his pockets and face blank. I looked past him to the students, wishing they would go back inside their rooms. I hated the audience we had and lord knows what Anthony wanted to do. “I… Can I help you, Professor Marison?” I asked with a heavy tongue. Anthony nodded firmly and looked away from me. I could see the struggle on his face. It was almost as if he was fighting himself from doing something wrong and I prayed he fought against it well.