Novel & Cerita Student Professor Romance Novels

He was making her nervous and she didn’t know why. He continued reading the names until they were finished. Once done, he walked back towards the desk and immediately started talking about what they were going to take this year and what to expect. He took out a chalk and turned around to start writing some points on the board while he talked. Kayla opened her old purple notebook, which she was still using, and immediately began taking notes. Her writing was neat and she was a fast writer, meaning she could keep up with him. As time passed, their eyes kept traveling towards each other. Kayla couldn’t understand what this feeling was. he was her professor and she shouldn’t be feeling attractio

Mr. Willis is young, energetic, and stunningly handsome. All the qualities you wouldn't expect from a substitute economics professor. Soon his classes become one of the most attended classes on campus and the populace as you'd expect are hot horny babes. Jean Harrison, a straight grade student and aspiring nymphomaniac wants the new econ professor and she soon learns bitterly she can't have him. Michelle Peyton, another straight-grade student too afraid to come out of her shell, wants a taste of the new professor but she's clueless about what to do. Jean finds out how to kill two birds with one stone using Michelle and get what she wants, which is Mr. Willis's hard cock smashing her down.

“That’s why we are sitting here watching her and her girls play volleyball in bikinis." Stacey is the only friend I have been able to make at this school other than my roommates. I don't want to wreck that by actually dating her and then becoming physical. Luis suggested Stacey and I become "friends with benefits," but I don't do casual sex. Before Professor Davis, I hadn't done it at all. Maybe things would be easier if I were someone like Luis, who has a new girlfriend every week. Maybe then I'd finally be able to forget how my Professor's skin smells when she's excited, or how her legs feel when she is straddling me, or... “Mr. Salazar, can you stay behind after class for a few minutes?”

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All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

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.

he replied before planting a kiss on my lips, soft and gentle. That alone, made me lose every sense of being caught and I followed him like a lamb following a sheep to an unknown destination. I followed him into his room, and it smelled nice, I could perceive vanilla with a mixture of cinnamon. His room actually looked really nice for a professor, although the books were there but the blue paint and the way he arranged his things made it very attractive or appealing. He didn't waste anytime, he descended on my lips with fervour and intensity, and I returned the same energy. Aura for Aura.

Thea snickered. “Ew, Thea, stop it. He is our Professor, for God’s sake,” I shook my head. “Which only makes it even hotter," she winked and drawled, "Forbidden romance is my favorite trope anyway. Teacher and student or Stalker and…” I cut her off before she could finish that sentence, “The way you steer everything back to my stalker so smoothly should be studied by a team of psychologists." __________ In our free period, we made our way to the cafeteria. Stopping in front of the food station, Thea squealed delightedly, "Whoa, they brought back mini pizzas!"

He was tall enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “You remind me of someone,” he said softly. “Someone I used to know and perhaps someone I'm expecting.” Before I could ask who, he stepped back, the professional mask sliding into place. “Don't be late again, Miss Hogan.” I nodded and practically fled the room with my heart racing. First, it was the mysterious boy who kissed me like his life depended on it, making my wolf restless ever since. Now, it was a professor who looked at me like I was something in between a line he couldn't have, even when his eyes said it all and my body yearned for him.

Without that, she would have absolutely nothing left. Especially now. My heels clicked softly against the polished floor while thoughts formed steadily inside my mind. Professor Green’s class. The moment his name crossed my thoughts, a strange tension curled faintly through me. Every girl on campus noticed him. It was impossible not to. Tall, cold, sharp-eyed, carrying himself with the kind of authority that made even older professors seem smaller beside him. But unlike most men, Professor Green never looked impressed by attention. He barely looked interested in anyone at all, which somehow only made people crave his approval more.