Teacher-student Novels & Stories

Chris stood at the front of his classroom, the morning sun filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow on the eager faces of his students. As he explained a complex physics concept, he noticed their eyes light up with understanding, and he felt a familiar surge of satisfaction. Teaching had always been his dream, a passion he had nurtured since childhood. But no matter how fulfilling his job was, a shadow always lingered in the back of his mind.

And then he pushed inside her, his length stretching into her until he filled her completely . Cassie gasped as he began to move, his thrusts were deep and slow. She clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin . Cassie wrapped her legs around him, urging him to go faster and harder, she needed to release. Dylan took her lips in his mouth, his tongue diving into her mouth. ------------------------------------------- Teachers and students, are meant to maintain a professional relationship always . Dr Cassie Phillips knew that even though that line was becoming really really blurry.

He laughed and pulled me back to himself. “Why not? I like it.” “Huh? You like fucking your students?” I let out, even while knowing that’s not what he meant. What to do? I like trouble sometimes. It spices up the relationship. Don’t quote me though, I don’t have a lot of experience in the field of relationships. Lucas made a face at me. “Students? That’s reaching ma’am, there’s just one student that I want and she is—“

She can not afford to lose. She reaches her assigned classroom and sits herself down, their adviser entering shortly after. "Alright, when your name is called say present. And if I'll have to repeat your name, consider yourself absent." Mr Stevenson, Steven for short, was everyone's favorite teacher. Strict in the classroom, but an entirely different person during break time. He strives to keep his professionalism inside the classroom, but outside of it, he's an acting counsellor, psychologist and father to 3/4 of the campus. Give it a few more months and he's gonna cost the school shrink their job.

"Serena, I am very much aware of your special treatment towards me. I'm actually flattered, and I would like to thank you for appreciating me. However, I only treat you as my student, as a friend, and as a younger sister. I am so sorry." her teacher finally went straight to the point.

He was sitting in front of that half-masked bastard's father! "I have a question for you two. What is the difference between a master and a teacher?" "A teacher is someone who imparts knowledge and experience." Ah Yin spoke carefully. "Master is someone who does the same thing, but only for the truly talented individuals," Chen smiled. Qian Daoliu blinked. Although slightly unwilling, he nodded. "It is exactly as the two of you explained. A Teacher's job is to cultivate students to their greatest possible extent regardless of their internal talents. So, a teacher may have a good student and a poor student.

Lydia tried not to notice just how perfectly his pale blue broadcloth shirt hugged his well-muscled chest. It was so embarrassing to have such a massive crush on her professor, especially one that had outlasted early hero worship and turned into a raging case of lust that three years had done nothing to dissipate. He didn't wear a wedding ring but that was the extent of her knowledge about his personal life. He was such an old-school gentleman that she knew he would never remotely consider a relationship with a student, even if he was unattached. So she gritted her teeth and squeezed her thighs together, hoping she wouldn't leave a damp spot on her chair.

Jerry Crowe also grumbled and murmured, "You farsighted parents, who knows what makes you praise the loyal like that!" Nicko no longer ignored him; he already had one plan on Jerry Crowe. Soon the young man's life will end. At the same time, the teacher's arrival was welcomed with a welcome that was so lively from the classroom. Everyone did not stop to greet the old grandfather. The relationship between teacher and student at that time was so harmonious. All students do not dare to disobey. Everything is so respectful to a teacher, even like parents and children. The grandfather looked at all his students, who were now aged and began to gray, and he nodded with emotion.

Kaluna slowed her footsteps when she heard a female voice from the teacher's office whose door was open. "Sorry, I can't." Kaluna's eyes widened when he heard Estefan's voice replying in his signature flat tone. "But Sir, I really like you ... Can't you accept my feelings?" "You should be aware of the status between you and me, because teachers and students are not entitled to have a special relationship beyond anything." Estefan cut in coldly and firmly. Kaluna glanced slightly through the crack of the door and saw the female student forced herself to smile but was not strong enough to reply to Estefan's words.

Barry helped her to get out of the car, then put her hand in the arm, and said, "It's very simple, just keep smiling. People ask you anything, if you want to answer, keep smiling, leave Just leave everything to me. " "That person asked me who you are? Should I answer or not?" Barry slightly touched her lips and glanced at her charming face: "What do you say?" Alice put out her tongue: "Oh, I know, Barry." Barry gave a lip and smiled: "Well, the relationship between teachers and students is very good." Alice froze, then smiled gracefully, and no longer spoke. Barry knew that this little Nizi had learned well. Could not help but glance at her again, but it is difficult to move away.