Student Professor Relationship Novels & Stories

“I don’t think they’d care much about that but I was going to introduce you as what you are to me; my girlfriend.” She spat out the paste in her mouth and after rinsing, she turned to face me. “But I am your student first before your girlfriend.” “What are you driving at, Dahlia.” Dahlia sighed and looked away for a second before she turned back to look at me. “We are dating does not change the fact that that I am your student and you are my professor. Just because we are having fun together does not change the fact that we are in a forbidden relationship and it wouldn’t do anyone good if people were to find out.”

“Okay, fine. Next time don't repeat that. Let them see, let them know. “ Luke said in a deep voice to her. Elle smiled at what Luke said to her. She still can't help but be nervous and think about what will happen once everyone at their school finds out about it. But should she worry about that if only Anna can see? It is also possible for her husband to lose his job because he is their professor. As far as she knows, it is one of the rules and it is forbidden for the teacher or professor to have a relationship with their student. "I'm sorry." She apologized to her husband. Luke came to her seat and sat down next to her. “No, you don't have to apologize. It must be because I am sulking even

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

"There is still no excuse for the way I treated you. No one should ever be made to feel invisible" "But that's what I'm trying to say: you've far exceeded it! What we have now goes beyond the simple teacher/student relationship you had with them. You are my best friend, my boyfriend, my fiancé, and my lover. Our relationship is much more intimate and I don't mean just physically. What we have is so much better!"

"You're right." "Don't say that. It means you're giving up. I'm not telling you to give up on this guy. I'm just saying that if he's worth you moving mountains over, then maybe you guys should talk about how to make your relationship work. There's no reason why either of you should have to change your entire life to be together." "He's a professor at UT and I'm a student." "So change your financial statement analysis class. That's the one he's teaching, right?"

When I tried to point out that it would make it hard for me to build relationships with my classmates she replied: “You’re my TA. I need you close.” It is also extremely hard to be so close to your professor when you know them…physically. As much as my mind knew I needed to forget the one encounter we had six weeks ago, my body refused to let it go. Sitting so close to her, I have to think sad thoughts to keep my body from having a physical reaction every time she looks my way, or bends over to pick up a dry-erase marker. So simultaneously at any given time I am not only focusing on our lecture, I'm also trying not to focus on how good the professor looks in whatever she is wearing. It’s eve

It was late into the evening and they were sitting on one of the large couches in the living room, she was lying on top of him and he had an arm slung over her back, fingers trailing circles on her naked ass, She'd preheated the pizza he ordered earlier and they'd eaten until their stomachs were full and now, they were watching a soap drama on tv. Everything almost felt normal, She was a girl and he was a guy and they were just lounging around after a day of hot sex. But nothing about them was normal. She wasn't just any girl and he wasn't any guy either. He was her professor and she was his student. Maya sat up, shuffling away from his hold. She wound her arms around her body protectively,

“I’ve seen him. He’s like… a fifteen out of ten.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s gay.” “The hot ones usually are,” Delilah replies with a sigh. “Pff,” Tessa scoffs. “You clearly haven’t found the right men.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “That’s what relationships do to you at this age. You get boring. Stop being adventurous.” She points at herself proudly. “You can leave the new professor to me.” I roll my eyes playfully. Suddenly a ripple of whispers spreads through the hallway around us.

She recovered quickly, though her heart continued to race for the rest of the lecture. As the seminar ended, the students filed out in groups, their conversations buzzing with excitement. Elena answered a few lingering questions, her mind half-focused on the students in front of her and half on the man still seated in the back row. When the last student left, Ren stood, his movements slow and deliberate. He approached her desk, his presence commanding as ever, and stopped just a few feet away. “Professor Thompson,” he said, his voice warm and smooth. “That was fascinating. Your passion for the subject is… impressive.”

I groan and gulp my whole drink. " Does she want you? I mean after six months ago and she turning out to be your professor." " Maybe. Maybe not." " Hmm." Corey nods and reaches for his own drink. " You know this is frowned upon right? You can't have any sexual relationship with your professor. You gonna get into trouble and you'll get her into trouble too." I don't fucking care. I just want to make her mine. Officially mine. " I think if you care this much about her you should forget six months ago never happened."