Teacher Student Romance Novels & Stories

She looked stunning and no less than a model, more a nerd anymore. Sighing, he shakes off his thoughts and jogs to catch up. Literature classes were fun for Cassandra alone. She was smiling like a fool, remembering her own homeroom teacher in the future. How she fell in love with the 35 year old man and she who swore to never get into a relationship slid in with ease. "Cassandra... you're creeping me out, child." The teacher says, her expression turning to a smile when her student says, "Your classes are so interesting today ma'am!" Chirps the girl.

We get out of the car and round the front of the Broncho and walk into the school hand in hand. “Oh, hey how are we going to get the wolf into the classroom?” I ask him. “Leave that up to me and Kada.” Andrew says. We walk into our first class and get settled in. Andrew sits with me in all my classrooms now. Math is our first class and we have a tutor today. She walks around the room introducing herself to everyone, and when she gets to Andrew and me she looks me over then kinda rubs her hand down Andrews’ arms. I’m just seeing things, right? A teacher did not just flirt with a student in front of other students, right?

I explain. “I can imagine. Don't worry about Deacon, he was taking his morning shower when the call came in about you, he had to rush off without his morning coffee, he's grumpy without his coffee,” she laughs, a little too much for it to be real. My mind is suddenly filled with thoughts of Mr Collins in the shower, then I realise what she said. If she was there when he got the call, that means she was there when he was showering. She's his girlfriend… or wife. Of course, she is, she is beautiful and he is hot as hell, they are a perfect match. That explains why he jumped away from me like I was on fire, he didn't want his girlfriend to get the wrong idea. My heart sinks a little. I thought

"Where do I fit into your fantasies, Alyssa? What scene could we act out together that could get you as flustered as you are now?" Heat floods my cheeks, but the steady pace of his fingers leaves me too far gone to feel embarrassed. I hum softly, trying to focus. "You'd think it's stupid." He pinches lightly, drawing a gasp from me. "Try me." I close my eyes, letting the fantasy come to life in my mind. "You're a teacher, and I'm your student. College, obviously." His breath hitches, and I can feel him harden beneath me. "Somewhat ethical. Go on."

It was always the teachers’ job to spoil his fun, and he made it known to the teachers they were doing exactly that. He didn’t like to be told what to do, by anyone. She couldn’t believe how far they’d come. From two enemies, to a couple. He’d even presented her with a rose on Valentine’s Day, the day of romance, and the school had been humming with that little detail in their relationship. There were still moments, she felt she had to pinch herself as they didn’t feel real, but they were.

"Could you imagine if your students had any clue what kind of whore their teacher is? You would have boys forcing you to suck their cocks, you would have girls forcing you between their legs and you would be used as a complete cum bucket. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Jasmine was riding the cock furiously now, her desire to come all that mattered, and the dirty thoughts of being used by her students only built on her desire to come. "Fuck, yes, I would love to be a teacher slut," Jasmine screamed, verbalizing her naughtiest dirty fantasy, flashes of so many ex-students she would love to submit to...guys and girls...jocks and nerds...she fantasized about them all. "Close to coming, my t

I was cut off mid sentence by the appearance of our homeroom teacher and the handsome guy beside her. My classmates started to murmur excitedly as they looked at the guy. "Good morning." She greeted and we responded. "This is your new math teacher. Introduce yourself." Our homeroom teacher started, after the class had gone quiet. The handsome guy stood in front of the class, adjusted his glasses and gave a small smile that was not almost there. "I'm Ronan, your new math teacher." He introduced simply. My homeroom teacher gave him the look if that was all and he looked right back at her saying that was all.

Teacher's Sweet Virgin Bribe Kristen had a naughty new story percolating in her perverted mind she was eager to write. Ms. Salazar, a young teacher at Kristen's college, had an infamous crush on Mr. Stone. The older, married teacher was quite the hunk. More than a few girls had fantasies about the confident man. Ms. Salazar's was so obvious. As the home ec club's adviser, she was always sharing with him the sweets and treats she baked with her girls.

“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?”

I smiled as I stared at the man, my former teacher. I was absolutely head over heels in love with him. Jonathon finished writing his lessons for next week, which I’d helped him put together. We had been in a relationship for a year now. I was in college, and he was still teaching high school seniors. Because I was studying Education, Jonathon let me help with lesson plans and it had helped me understand what went into being a teacher. No one had known about our romance until we came clean about it. Really, all we’d done was not hide it. We went out on dates, went to the movies, and did normal things couples did.