The Professor Novels & Stories

I turned the corner near the older faculty offices and froze. The door to Professor Harlan’s office, an older economics lecturer known for being strict and married, was slightly ajar. Moans and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping flesh spilled out. I should have kept walking. Instead, morbid curiosity pulled me closer. I peeked through the gap.

“Mr. Cole, Miss Lessie. The Vice Chancellor is expecting you.” She gestured toward the double doors. I took a deep breath. “This is it,” I muttered under my breath. Taide pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. Three professors were already seated: Professor Clive from Political Science, Dr. Alara from Media Studies, and of course Professor Dante. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. He was sitting calmly beside the others, dressed in his usual black, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded loosely in his lap.

“No matter what, thank you for standing up for me. As your professor, it’s only fair that I reward you.” I exhaled in relief. “No need, Professor! It’s what students should do anyway…” “You do deserve it.” He picked up the phone on the desk, his gaze deep and unreadable. “Are you hungry? I will get you a sausage.” I froze for a second and then nodded frantically. As long as he didn’t make a big deal out of it, I’d eat anything—even metal if he handed it to me! “Thank you, Professor! I want the biggest one!”

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

I almost smiled at him but I caught myself before I could do that. “As I was saying, before I was interrupted," the man started, staring directly at me, “my ways of teaching are quite different from anything you're used to. I tend to get.. intense, at times. For those who just joined us, my name is Professor Matthews and I would be taking you Advanced Literature. Brace yourselves, guys, because there is no room for slackers in any class of mine.” All through his teaching, I was unable to take my eyes off of him. He had a way of capturing people's attention and he could have had mine all day without any interruption.

At age forty-five, Professor Cal stood at over six feet, and was more handsome than eighty percent of the male population. The sprinkle of silver hair on his beard only seemed to add to the man’s erotic appeal and mysteriousness. But he was an a*shole. The man she must take down in the next twelve weeks. She heard a boy whistle, and some girls whisper among themselves as they watched her with awe, envy, or disgust. But she only had eyes for the Professor, who was now squinting at her with interest. “You’re the transfer student?” He spoke up in a gentle, deep voice.

“So I have this frenemy, who is also a student of this school. He’s a nephew of the dean of faculty. He once told me he stumbled upon a contract in the dean’s laptop. It has something to do with you being approved into this school early on. The request was made by the associate professor. You don’t know how lucky you are, girl.” Wait. I thought my early acceptance was weird. But who the hell is this associate professor? “The professor, who is it?” I ask. “You don’t know?” Tory’s voice takes a higher pitch again. Gods, it’s screeching. “He’s a popular scholar in Rockland. Professor Adrian Cole. I thought you knew him.” My fingers still. Everywhere grows quiet.

the professor retorted, "why tormenting me with your problems," Becky asked, "Pray not to be In this kind of dilemma," the professor said, while tears dripping down from his eyes, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to hurt you," Becky said, "Will you wipe my tears by giving me a child?" the professor asked, "Please, let me be," Becky said, The professor drives Into his compound and parks his car, and both of them came out of the car, and they walked Into the living room, meanwhile, the professor's wife was not at home she was on morning duty be

"Because I made a fool out of myself dummy, I..." "Good morning class, my name is Professor Patrick and I will be taking you on Calculus this year". I look up to see a deep voice give the class an announcement. He is an elderly man with grey hairs sticking out here and there. I look around the class and notice that it is almost filled up. Hmm, they must have come in while I was talking to Rea. "Okay I need you to bring out your calculus text book and open to page sixty five, today we will be looking at..."

He says, annoyance latched to his tone. What's his fucking problem? Tessa holds my hands and nods her head gently. I sigh and we both walk out of the door. "Why does he always keep lecturing?", I grimace. "Maybe he's a lecturer at this Academy?" Tessa replies. "Hmm. Maybe you're right." I think over it. I don't know half of the Proffesors here, except Professor Sheila. That brings me to the point… "What exactly do they teach here?" I ask.