Professor Student Romance Novels & Stories

"The guy is so cute, isn’t he? Such a pity he's a professor." I nodded, still focused on the commotion before us. "I heard a rumor about him having a fling with a student once," Rachel added, her voice lowering in a suspenseful tone. "But I suppose that's all it was, a rumor." "Seriously?" I asked, a bit surprised, observing how the professor seemed to attract a lot of female attention as he casually strolled among the crowd, cheerfully greeting some students. There was an ease about him, a charisma that seemed to draw people in.

Kennedy paused, then a smile tugged at the edge of her lips. “Why? You have a crush on him?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “That’s not it,” “Don’t worry, I understand. We all have a crush on Professor Fox because that man is beautiful. Plus, he’s achieved so much at such a young age. However, Professor is very strict,” “Really?” “Yes, he doesn’t mess with students no matter how gorgeous they are or how much they throw themselves at him. Plus, it is strictly forbidden for professors and students to have any sexual relationship,” Kennedy explained carefully.

Making sure I nibbled on his lips. It had started innocently enough. I was a 21-year-old literature major with a crush on my 46-year-old professor that had grown into something much more dangerous. Professor Harden was everything I shouldn’t want. He was married, but he claimed he was separated with his wife. He was powerful, and completely off-limits. But the way he looked at me during lectures… the way his voice dropped when he said my name… I couldn’t resist it. It started with “extra credit” sessions in his office. Then late-night meetings. Then the first time he bent me over his desk and fucked me while the rest of the campus slept.

She met his gaze as he walked toward her. He was about to kiss her when she pushed him away. “Don’t pretend like we’re okay, BK.” He closed his eyes briefly and ran his hand through his hair when he opened them. “Why were you with that guy?” “He’s not just some guy, BK. He’s my professor.” “Yeah. A professor taking advantage of his student! F*ck!”

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.

" Only in your head. Because in his, apparently, you are already almost engaged. " Why do you say that? " Girlfriend, this is the first time I've seen this teacher being sociable with students. And yesterday he kept looking in your direction. Either you are silly or you are playing dumb. And once again I reflected on how much I missed that was much more noticeable to others. I knew that I was living a sexual and dangerous adventure with a professor, perhaps 15 years older than me. But romantic? A romantic affair, is it? I really needed to stop and think about it coldly.

I stumble back, dazed. "Professor Orion! We demand answers! Why is your student with you in your holiday cabin?" "What is the nature of your relationship with this student!" "What do you have to say about the sex for grades accusations?" "There is a report of your reputation that holds water to that accusation. What do you have to say for yourself?"

the woman said bluntly. Caspian was silent for a moment. He took a deep breath, his eyes closed for a few seconds. He seemed to be deep in thought. "You know, romantic relationships between professors and students are forbidden, right?" Caspian finally spoke after a moment of silence. “Really? I never knew that,” the woman replied, confused. “People will think you approached me just to get good grades,” Caspian said firmly. “But I really like you, Professor. It doesn’t matter what people say, as long as I love you.” The woman continued to insist.

“Even though you have short legs and small hands.” “Thank you.” I said blushing, while he picked me up and took me to the nearest mirror. Now it is more natural for me to look at myself in a mirror, and even more so when the person behind me is Dr. Mark. “You look so beautiful.” He repeats once again in my ears. Now he licks this one a little, while I hold my hands on his hips, while I turn around, leaving my reflection behind. This time I kiss him, placing my hands on his chin while he lets me touch him. So my tongue and his come together as one. I don't believe in fairy tales, but I feel like a princess and he is a prince who loves me, and he tells me how beautiful I am. I feel like we are

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.