Teacher Student Relationship Stories Novels & Stories

"It was all my fault. I was throwing myself at him and he was turning me down left and right. When he found out that I was in trouble, he became my friend, sir. Nothing more. He's been very kind to me. I don't think a few kisses exchanged between us constitutes him getting fired." His eyebrows shot up and it was then that I realized I had said too much. "Kisses exchanged? Between you and Coach Collin?" Shit. "I mean- I am over 18, sir. That isn't illegal, is it?" Shut up, Saige, before you keep putting your foot in your mouth. "No, it's not illegal, but according to state laws, a student/teacher relationship is." He leaned forward, glaring at me. "I was going to bring you in regarding your s

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"

Duh! "You are a teacher and I am your student...duh." I take it as my way out of the gym. He asked me to talk inside the building?! Huh... I should know better, than not to trust any human with a penis! Why? Because they are the real pervert. That teacher dared to ask for a kiss? He is granted a great punch, kick, or maybe slap? I ran as fast as I could to my class. I have to climb two floors to arrive to my class.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

"She's a great student." "Is she? Because I've heard some things," he says, his tone shifting. "You two seem to have a special kart of connection that extends far from a lecturer and student." I swallow hard, my pulse racing. "What do you mean by that?" He shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just that it's interesting how these things work. Student-teacher relationships can be... complicated." I take a step back, my instincts screaming at me. "I think you might be mistaken. Nothing is going on."

“Or with anyone?” Quelling my wolf’s incessant voice, I shrugged my jacket on and grabbed my briefcase. “Well, either way… I hope you learned your lesson. Next time, be sure to date someone who isn’t one of the students in this class.” I paused, turning toward the door, and cast her one last glance over my shoulder. “Student-teacher relationships can end with a loss of one’s job if you’re not careful.” With that, I began heading toward the door. Audrey followed me, her high heels clicking on the tiles as we stepped into the hallway. I didn’t make it far before she was stepping in front of me and blocking my way.

"You'd think for someone who cheats as often as she does, she'd be better at it. So much for practice makes perfect, right?" "Evidently. Man. Really, you were great with her. Though I suppose you and Taylor have had plenty of one-on-one time, eh?" "That's for sure. The girl spends enough time in my office; I think my girlfriend's starting to get jealous." I laughed. Her relationship with the new social studies teacher had been a source of quite a bit of gossip when it started last fall, but by now, it was old news. "And don't worry about the scuffle, okay? I'll make sure it's clear in the report that you didn't initiate anything."

"Yeah, but even if Mr. McDaniel won't fall out with you for his granddaughter, he surely will blame you. Then your relationship..." "It's okay," Julien said, squeezing her hand. Her fingers were slender and soft, and her skin was so smooth. He found it hard to put it down. "I haven't seen my teacher for many years, and our bonds are not so deep. And I'm not happy about the things he has done in my name. If he can make things right this time, our teacher-student relationship can go on. If not, he'll be a stranger to me."

“I hear that your stomach is hurting. Let me just prepare something for you. Maybe—” I push at him, but he bars my path. “Do you like me, Teacher? You are still young. I am not averse to having a student-teacher romantic relationship.” I almost gag in disgust. “Are you serious? Stop being a disgusting little shit.” “You are not allowed to insult your student!” “We are not in school and besides, you are also not allowed to make that revolting, vile, sickening—” “Stop! I get it already!” “So? Is your stomach really hurting or not?”

Dіd ѕhе ѕtаrt thіnkіng аbоut how оdd іt was fоr mе tо рut ѕо muсh importance оn where ѕhе wоrkеd in thе fіrѕt place? My "rеlаtіоnѕhір" wіth Mаrіа ѕееmеd dооmеd tо a series оf fits аnd ѕtаrtѕ. Evеrу tіmе thаt іt ѕееmеd lіkе wе might mоvе раѕt the teacher-student rеlаtіоnѕhір, ѕоmеthіng hарреnеd tо pull the rug out. Thаt'ѕ probably fоr the best, I thоught. Evеn though she's nоt 19, Mаrіа'ѕ ѕtіll my student, аnd it wоuld bе іn аррrорrіаtе tо dо аnу оf thе thіngѕ I'd lіkе tо do while ѕhе is still іn mу class.