Student Professor Romance Novels & Stories

"I'm not getting in the mix at all. There's nothing going on here." "Take the freaking advice, Madison." She snapped. "Okay, Georgia." I gritted out. Then we looked at each other and smiled. The kiss was never going to repeat itself, because I was going to stay far, far away from Luc- no- professor Buford. We were only going to be teacher and student, nothing more. There could be nothing more between us, because he was a complication. A big one. And there was no future between the both of us. Only an uneventful end would ever await that whole mess. If it ever happened. Which would never happen of course.

Asked how my classes were, if I had a graduation plan. “Dr. Martinez says I have a good thesis,” I said to him. “I think I could get published if she worked me up further.” "That's excellent. You've worked hard on it." "Have you read it?" "Every draft. It's brilliant." We chatted about books, about teaching, about everything but the violence that had been so much a part of our lives. For those few hours, we were just a professor and student in love despite every rule that said they couldn’t be.

He threw his head back to laugh while my phone chimed. Opening it, it was a message from Raina: 'to save you from sounding old, here's the latest news from the gossip website (Link attached).' For some weird reasons, my heart started its abnormal pulsation. I swallowed hard and clicked on the link. "UPDATE ON THE PROFESSOR-STUDENT RELATIONSHIP (TRUSTED SOURCE). The female student and her professor have been seen driving to his home together. They spend an unusual amount of time together and are always trying to go out of town to hide their relationship. Rumor has it that she had spent the winter break with him.

" I fucked my professor." " What!" Corey exclaims, staring at me dead in the eye. " You're fucking joking right?" " There's a new substitute professor for physics this semester Corey. You should go to school tomorrow and you'll see her. Beautiful, hot, fucking sexy, and she's got the best smile I've ever seen." " Man, what the fuck! You've got standards and female professors weren't your kind of thing." Patricia comes back, refilling our glass of scotch. She smirks at me before leaving. Maybe I should just tell her straight up I'm not freaking interested.

I reply. “Rhett?” “I won’t lie and say there is no sexual attraction, but our personalities clash so it is unlikely,” I grunt, honestly. “You are a smart young man and a better student than you like to let on, Rhett. I don’t want to see you taken advantage of or falling apart over all of this,” the professor sighs. “I am not going to be taken advantage of,” I laugh. “Don’t you know my reputation, professor?” “Rhett, I prefer to ignore the gossip and pay attention to who you are as a student and you have been exemplary in your classes with me.”

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.

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The sensations were electrifying, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, savoring the blissful intimacy of the moment. Professor Blake's hands gently cradled my face as he continued to shower my neck with affectionate kisses. His actions were filled with both passion and tenderness, and I could feel the love and desire that flowed between us like an unending current. As his lips moved upward, his eyes met mine, and in that shared gaze, we communicated a profound understanding. This connection was not just about physical desire; it was a union of hearts and souls that defied the conventional boundaries of professor and student.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but a quiet chuckle slipped anyway. By the end of the period, I was sliding my books into my bag when voices drifted behind me. “God, Professor Stephan is so fine.” “Right? He doesn’t even look that old. I bet he knows exactly how to handle a lady in bed.” “Mmhmm, I wouldn’t mind being his favorite student.” I scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out before I could stop it. The girls went quiet and looked at her with disdain. “What’s so funny?” One of them snapped.

“ Oh my god! Is that Professor Vlad with Professor Devinsky?” “ Are they dating now?” A seemingly clueless girl in the class asked no one in particular. Lisa frowned, like her sly smile had taken a break just to snap at the girl. “ Are you blind? Do you not see that it's written all over the picture?” She scoffed. “ That's a gala for goodness sake. Would Professor Devinsky take a woman to such events if she wasn't his new found love?” The girl squinted her eyes at the screen like she hadn't seen it clearly the first time. “ That's true, but isn't he married?”