Professor dating student stories
It was the May of my sophomore year of college, and I had developed a friendship with one of the graduate students who lived in my dorm as an academic advisor and quasi-authority figure.We became friends because we both were forced to take lunch at due to afternoon classes and shared vaguely similar academic interests.This time, Kristine* tells us about the time she taught her professor a thing or two of her own. There was a physical attraction there, so I started to fantasize about hooking up with him. It was a casual thing, with everyone just sitting around, talking, and having a lot of wine.
For about half of my undergrad, I was having an affair with the professor I worked for.I waited at the end of the block until the last car left his driveway, and then went to retrieve my phone. We had another drink, and there was this unspoken attraction. Over the course of that semester, I would be sure to only go to his office hours when I had a questions about the class material, even though I wanted to go and chat with him more.Ever have a story so hot it would be wrong not to share it with the rest of the world? Each week, we'll bring you tempting tales from our readers that will definitely keep you up all night—in the best way possible. He was pretty friendly with all his students, and we became friends, too. Then, he had a mixer at his place with a lot of students. Plus the semester was over, so it's not like I would have to see him again.
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He eventually friended me on Facebook, which I thought was a little strange, but brushed off because I assumed he was gay due to his plethora of vibrant, floral shirts and the gulf of a decade that separated us in age.