Student-teacher Affair Novels Novels & Stories

"When was Isabelle accused of stealing a classmate's design? And, can you provide details on her affairs with professors and her promiscuous nature?" Ann settled back in her chair and held her head high. "Yes. The issue with the design happened during our second year in college. The best student was to get a scholarship and apprenticeship with a renowned designer. Isabelle won the award, but the design she presented was reported as stolen by another student. But, because of her affair with the professor, she was not disqualified."

Now he'd called me in to clean her up. Swallowing my discomfort, I lifted her, wiped her lower body, then fetched the bedpan. All the while, the tingling he'd stirred in me still thrummed under my skin, unrelenting. As I tended to my mother-in-law, I burned with embarrassment, cheeks flushed, legs pressed tightly together to hide any trace of my own arousal. But my mother-in-law, sharp even in her frailty, noticed. While Dan waited by the door, she leaned close and whispered slyly, "You gave in to him, didn't you?"

“Wet for me. Only me, June.” A soft moan escapes my lips, my body arching into his. But then— “Juniper!” His voice isn’t a moan anymore. Something is pulled from my hands, and I blink, startled back into reality. The classroom stares at me, and Hiram takes back his tablet. Fuck. I was daydreaming about having sex with my professor. “When you’re done eye-fucking me,” Hiram whispers, “you can take your seat.” “Did she just moan?” I hear Lola Baker, the class mean girl, whisper to someone.

He bowed again, apologizing over and over. Damien let out a deep breath and walked back into his office. Mr Chris followed behind him, still pressing. “How did things get this serious?” Mr Chris asked carefully, then leaned in, lowering his voice. “Is it true……your affair with Miss Elena? I swear, when I heard it this morning, I said no wayyyy…..Mr. Hughston isn’t that kind of man, he knows his place, he wouldn’t dare…” Mr Chris kept rambling, desperate for an answer until Damien who was now seated at his desk, lifted his eyes. The dead look he gave was enough to silence Mr Chris at once..

To a boy who tried his best not to be seen. He had been skeptical when he entered Crestwood Academy, a scholarship student in a sea of privilege. His shoes weren’t branded, his uniform hand bme down tight at the sleeves, his backpack secondhand. He ate alone. Spoke little. Tried to exist in the quiet space between pages of borrowed library books. But Ethan Grant and his friends never let him. “Hey, charity case, lose something?” Ethan had sneered once, dangling Liam’s notebook over a trash can. The laughter of the football squad still rang in his ears even now.

I had fallen even deeper in love with him, and for those few days it felt like the world couldn’t touch us. But as I walked toward the humanities building, I noticed the stares. Phones were out. Whispers followed me. Someone laughed as I passed. My stomach dropped. I pulled out my phone and opened social media. We were trending. "#ProfessorStudentAffair" was everywhere. Photos of us leaving his apartment together. Blurry shots of us kissing in his car. Someone had leaked everything. The comments were vicious. “Harper seduced Dr. Kane for grades.” “Typical. Pretty girl gets what she wants.”

As in: here is a person and here is someone who knows it. She thinks about a man who puts a blanket over a sleeping woman and texts her mother so she does not worry and leaves the kitchen light on and goes back to his study. She thinks about all the ways a person can be attentive. All the ways attention can look like one thing and be another. She thinks about whether she is being fair to him and whether fairness is even the point. She thinks about the way he looked at her in the kitchen. The way she looked back. She does not let herself think about it for more than a moment.

As she passed the hallway near the auditorium, she caught the voices of a few students chatting in the corner. “Hey, did you hear? They say a government official is having an affair with a beautiful lecturer here,” one of them whispered excitedly. “Oh, that one? That’s old news. Not just officials. Even bosses and their secretaries are practically an open secret,” another student chimed in, followed by a small burst of laughter.

I moaned when she bit my lip and sucked on my tongue as if it was her next meal. Then it hit me. I was kissing my friend and ex roommate. I was kissing Blake's wife. I was kissing Lacy just a few days after I kissed her husband. What the fuck was I doing?

Beatrice: No. Beatrice: Maybe your ex-girlfriend will open her window tonight. I tried to sleep but kept tossing and turning, eventually giving up and reading my book for a while. I thought about Javier and wondered when he changed. A vampire student in our school. It's too ridiculous to even comprehend. Hailee acted like she knew what was wrong with him. I sighed and threw my book on the floor, not having the concentration. Too soon the alarm blared and I got up with a bad mood, quickly dressing in some jeans and a sweater, not bothering to look my best today.