Novel & Cerita Student Professor Romance Novels

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?"

I asked in almost a whisper, finding it hard to believe she would weave such a story in her head. Yeah, we kissed, but that didn't mean we were dating! That man forced his delicious kisses on me, and I couldn't resist it. "Alright, alright, I might have exaggerated that part, but I don't believe whatever she says. Do you know how many hot wealthy girls have gone to the professor with their bodies? If the professor was a playboy, he would have fucked a lot of them, but he didn't. From what I'm seeing about him, he's pretty wealthy, and the school management respects him immensely," she whispered, and I rolled my eyes.

"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."

Story 5: private tutor with Professor 1 ANNA I have always had a big crush on my young professor, and I don't find it odd or disgusting. My professor who is young and handsome, sexy and well-muscled is every woman's dream and it isn't strange for me to have thought about him I want him, and I wouldn't deny that but I know it's impossible between us. He is everyone's favourite and can get any woman he wants and I know he wouldn't be interested in a shy person like me.

Now he was warm in the wrong direction. For the last few weeks, I have tried to play nice. Dropping Nova off on time. Smiling politely. Avoiding digs. But what had that gotten me? He barely looked at me now. And when he did, it was with detachment, like I was some inconvenient duty he had to check off. Like Nova was a tether he wished didn’t exist. No. Lena would not win. I picked up my phone and typed out a message to an old friend. “If a certain professor were… fraternizing with a student, what kind of damage could that do to a school’s reputation?”

And my gay best friend right here had fantasized about Chadwick a lot, despite he had his own boyfriend. Gabriel walked over to Chadwick, leaning his hip against the island. "Professor Chadwick. You remember me right. I am Gabriel, your student. I have a huge crush on you, a wild one actually." I wanted to die at that very instant. How did I forget my best friend was a fucking radio without control. Of course he would approach our professor in one swing. I looked at Chadwick, whose expression had turned into a burning furnace of rage. Gabriel was always so bad at reading the room.

My thoughts are also filled with earlier moments of that night, when the professor had kissed me. No, Christian. I wonder what he’s up to now. I’ve not had any of classes since the first day I saw him. We have his classes only once a week so I have to wait till next week to see him again. I cannot go look for him in his office or after school hours. I suppose he wouldn’t do the same because he knows what risks are involved if he does. The lecturer continues to drone on about women scholars who were philosophers in ancient Greece. The dude next to me taps the girl in front of him.

“Why is that a bad thing? If he’s studying here, then you guys can pick up from where you left off, right?” I sniffed and shook my head at her. “No, Jenny. He’s not a student here. He’s not studying.” “Then what is he doing here?” She asked slowly. “He’s a professor. He’s my History Professor,” I explained, more tears streaming down my face. “His name is Ian Grant.” “Shh I don’t care about his name. What did you just call him? Your history professor? Fuck…that’s… that’s fucked up!” She rubbed her forehead.

I giggle inside. “No, just reading. I was waiting for you.” I place the book on the nightstand and turn my attention to my beautiful professor. I straddle him, and he grasps my waist, his darkened gaze fixed on me. I lower my head and kiss him. He’s surprised, but I take it as a positive reaction. “Naughty girl,” he murmurs between our lips, but I don’t let him say anything else. I bite his lower lip. “Quiet. I’d like to finish my meal.”

It’s the same as when a movie was terrible but I couldn’t leave things without finishing them, so I stay to the end and complain every second of it. “Its similar. But I enjoy the times when he is dominant professor.” He chuckles. “I can’t tell you what to do. You are stubborn and strong willed. But if hasn’t worked out all these while..” I sigh and sink into his body. “How long ago did you even have sex?” “Why does everyone keep asking me that?” “Because. Now answer.” “A long time ago. I become disinterested once their kiss does not feel as good as his.” I sigh, remembering my professor's expertise in kissing.