Professor Student Romance Novels & Stories

“It’s… fiction, Professor. Just a creative exercise. I was exploring the theme of power imbalance in mentor-student relationships for my thesis and… I got carried away.” He raised one dark eyebrow. “Carried away.” He turned the monitor slightly so I could see the screen. The paragraph he had stopped on was particularly explicit: the part where the fictional professor had the student bent over his desk during office hours, skirt rucked up, his hand fisted in her hair while he told her exactly how many points she was losing for every moan. My stomach flipped. Heat pooled low in my belly.

Already, she could see the lust floating unhindered in the air; the female students were already going gaga. “Good morning everyone, I’m Professor Noel. I will be taking you on the biochemistry of the human body.” Clean voice too. Many pants were really going to be dropping soon. She didn’t think the man would be oblivious to them for so long. Girls could be very creative when they were seeking people they were desperate for. And even though she sensed that the man was only attuned to her, she wasn’t moved by it, nor did she behave like she was aware of it. Kaden would have the professor’s head if Jutul should report the matter to him.

Knowing the kind of gossip Aaron is, he’ll be asking me about this tomorrow. Fiona accepts Professor Lambert’s card and returns mine to me. She processes my payment and gives him his card. “See you tomorrow,” I tell Fiona, sounding as if all this is normal. I even throw in a little wave just to be more convincing. “I didn’t know you two knew each other,” I can hear the skepticism in Fiona’s voice as her eyes question me. “He’s my professor in school!” I blurt out. It’s the truth. He’s my professor and I’m his student. As of this morning.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋Chapter Twenty- two🦋 He sit me on the bed and we locked eye for a while. "Shouldn't you shower and change into something before studying"he said and I almost lost my breathe. Are you kidding me! I was expecting him to kiss me because that how a s3x scene start mostly and he ruin it. Why am I not bothered about losing my Virginity to Jeremy but it was an hard task with Jabson.

Ryan’s expression instantly turned sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m sorry, Jeremy. I was so shocked that I couldn’t help it.” I waved my hand dismissively at that. “It’s alright. It’s understandable, I guess.” Dean’s eyes were unreadable as he studied me for a second before he spoke. “So you’re serious about this? You’re really in love with our professor.” I gulped, nodding. “I am. I’ve never been sure about something in my entire life.” “But how did this happen? She is a professor. I’m sure a relationship between a professor and a student is against the school rules.” Tyler chipped in, his expression filled with slight concern.

the professor's trembling voice shouted as she tried to stop the man from getting closer. I became even more puzzled then. I looked at them with a bewildered expression, wondering what was happening between them, and why the professor acted like he saw a ghost – no, let me rephrase that – a dead person. Meanwhile, the man acted like he missed the professor so much and loved him deeply. I unconsciously furrowed my brows and messed up my hair out of frustration. Frustration for the both of them. I never thought that I would be frustrated in the middle of the two of them! And I never thought I would be even more frustrated after hearing the words spoken by the handsome man, "I'm sorry love, I d

I found myself lying on his wide table, the surface sleek and smooth with documents and devices swept to the side. The snapping of his belt, and the slight creak of the door made my stomach dip. But not with fear, but with excitement that coursed through my body and made me even wetter. What if someone walked in right now? The whole school would know I was spread on my professor’s desk, with only my panties on. “You could lose your job if someone sees us, Ron. Aren’t you scared?” However, he didn't stop, as he pulled down his trousers, taking out a condom. As if he had it ready, as if he knew I was going to come in and he would have me spread on his desk.

His gaze landed on her, but he showed no reaction, merely continuing his lecture as if nothing had happened. Heather kept listening to the gossip. Another student jumped in to defend him. "That's ridiculous. The professor is a normal guy. I've even heard that he has a fiancée abroad. Rumor has it that she's an heiress with serious connections."

His shoulder brushed mine as he reached for one near my knee. Nearby students paused, whispering. Phones came out. The simple act of a professor helping a student shouldn’t have drawn attention, but with the way people had been gossiping lately, it did. My face burned with embarrassment. “Professor, you don’t have to….” “I’ve got it,” he said quietly, voice steady. He handed me the last page, our fingers brushing. That familiar spark shot up my arm. His jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his expression neutral. Professional. Always fighting to stay professional.

"Unfortunately, hearts are terrible tailors." We sit together in silence again. Then she squeezes my hand. "Is it him?" she asks. I hesitate. Then nod. "Yes." "The professor." "Yes." Ines exhales slowly. "Well, that is spectacularly inconvenient." I laugh despite myself. "You have no idea." "Oh, I do. I study tragic romance in literature. This is practically textbook." I groan. "Please don't compare my life to a doomed Victorian novel." "No promises." Her expression softens again. "Just be careful."