Teacher Student Literotica Novels & Stories

Before I knew it, I found myself in my Literature class. "Pedophilia," the teacher, Mr. Burma, began, pointing to a guy at the back. "What comes to mind?" "Homosexual men," he blurted out without thinking, and I couldn't hold back. I raised my hand, and Mr. Burma looked at me, nodding.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X Sierra felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She was now sitting on the floor, on the carpet, with all of Colton’s textbooks and notes scattered on the coffee table. Colton sat next to her and helped go over the notes. On top of being the world’s best tutor, he even got snacks prepared for her. There were all kinds of tea, coffee, sodas and her favorite pizza. “...So for your lit class, I’d recommend you to memorize some of Whitman’s poems. The professor loves Whitman. Anytime you put down a Whitman quote, extra points for sure,” he taught her.

My coffee is hot as I study the world history syllabus for a fifth time. Professor Oakley's cell phone number is toward the top of the page and so is his email. The temptation to text him by accident has crossed my mind, but I would be no different than the other girls considering flunking to get a tutoring session.

Anna laughs. “My old literature teacher used to say that as well…and also she would give us explicit details of her sex life and that time that she cheated on her husband and had sex with another man,” “Zimbabwe is much more liberal than I imagined if that’s the case,” Sophia tells her and takes a sip of her cappuccino. “No it isn’t at all, my teacher was just an anomaly. But I guess most people in the creative community are like that,” Anna says. Sophia nods.

"Alright class, pencils down." Ms. Lively, my AP Literature teacher, announced. I looked up at the clock, noticing it was just two minutes until the bell rang, meaning it was lunchtime. "Exams on my desk on your way out." The young teacher finished. She was easily one of my favorite teachers I'd ever had, and I think it came with being in her mid-twenties. She'd graduated college early, and came back to Barton almost immediately. She didn't have the easiest curriculum, which I appreciated, but a lot of other students detested.

I said with a grin. We couldn’t talk much after that because the teacher started class. We were continuing to read The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. It’s a depressing book about a colonial woman who has a child out of wedlock, and is shunned. I don’t know why English teachers insist on having students read such depressing literature. Still, I heard one of the other classes was doing The Crucible by Arthur Miller. Somehow, Scarlet Letter seems less depressing than a bunch of girls faking possession. Maybe.

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.

"Mama loves you. I'll be back soon. Be good for Daddy and Aunt Victoria." Luna grabbed my hair and pulled. "Ow. Okay. Goodbye. I love you. Okay. Goodbye." "Bella. Go. You're going to be late." The drive to the university felt wrong. Like I was leaving part of myself behind. But the moment I walked into the classroom, something settled. Twenty students. Eager faces. Notebooks ready. "Welcome to Literacy Intervention Strategies," I began. "I'm Professor Martinez Sterling, and I'm going to teach you how to change children's lives through reading."

I had to be honest about that— and it didn't seem that hard, with his pitch black eyes and low voice. But what was a teacher if she got intimidated by her own student? I smile. "So I'm guessing it's the library, no?"

"This is exploiting! I have my rights as a student. We both know that this isn't fair. Do you want me to report you to the Department of Education?" Teacher Greg amusingly stared at her as she exploded. "All right, that's enough. Let's go." Steffy's eyes popped as he gestured her to come out of the library. "Really?" she asked, suddenly doubtful of her teacher's behavior. "Unless you want to stay overnight in here. There are ghosts—" "I'm not fucking afraid of ghosts!" she shouted and lightly pushed her teacher aside. Teacher Greg chuckled and walked behind her, stopping only to lock the door of the library.