Episode 3: Seducing Prof Will

Kelly

I deliberately missed his classes the whole week to make sure he noticed my absence and get hard for me the next time he saw me.

I plotted for the next session: shorter skirt, no panties, "study break" massage.

Next Tuesday arrived fast. I buzzed at Prof Will's apartment door in a high school girl short pink skirt, no panties, and a tank top that made my nipples visible. My pussy clenched from just pressing the button, remembering his office bulge grinding against me last week… leaking for me. *He's gonna crack tonight.*

The door swung open, and there he was: shirt unbuttoned at the collar, showing that sexy chest hair. His eyes raked me head to toe, jaw clenching. "Kelly. Come in."

I walked past, brushing his crotch "accidentally." He hissed, slammed the door. Textbooks waited on the kitchen island.

"Beer?" he offered, voice rough, popping the cap and handing it over. Our fingers tangled… I licked the rim slowly, holding his stare.

"Thanks, Prof. For... tutoring."

We settled at his kitchen island, laptops open to equations. "Faraday's law," he started, leaning close, breathing hot on my neck. Our arms kept brushing, sending sparks through my body.

I fumbled the formula on purpose. "Like this?" My foot grazed his calf under the table.

He stiffened, thigh muscle flexing against my ankle. "No. Watch." His hand covered mine on the mouse, guiding it. My pussy clenched, wetness trickling down my thigh.

"Do you understand how it works now?" His eyes locked on mine, hungrier.

"Somehow," I whispered, arching so my top strained over my tits. His free hand gripped the counter, cock tenting his slacks.

I adjusted, my skirt rode up, exposing full thighs. His jaw clenched, gaze darkening as he stepped back, clearing his throat.

"Solve this equation." He pointed to the board he'd set up, chalk in hand.

I stood, hips brushing his as I passed. "I use this formula right?" My voice purred, chalk scratching slowly while I arched my back, ass curving toward him.

"There's an error." His hand covered mine on the board, guiding it. Rough palm, electric touch. My pussy clenched, wetness trickling down my thigh. He lingered, breath ragged against my ear. "You're... distracting."

"Exactly what I want." I turned, my lips a few inches from his, breasts heaving. His eyes dropped to my hard nipples poking the fabric.

He pulled away quickly, running a hand through his hair, erection tenting obviously. "I'll grab water,” he rasped, turning to the fridge. I watched his back tense, imagining tearing that shirt off.

He walked back, handed me a bottle. "Why fail, Kelly? You're smart."

"Wanted your eyes on me." I gulped down, leaning on the counter.

His free hand flexed, veins bulging. "Dangerous game." He stepped closer, towering, thumb brushing my exposed collarbone. My skin burned from his touch. "I notice you now. You have my attention.”

"Then teach me everything." My hand grazed his belt, feeling him twitch.

He froze, pupils blown, then gripped my wrist… firm, hot. "Not yet. Back to work." His voice cracked, body screaming otherwise.

By 9 PM, formulas blurred. I "dropped" my pen, bending slowly, ass up in the air, the skirt hiked to flash my bare cheeks, no panties. He groaned low. "Kelly..."

I straightened, facing him. Inches apart. "Help me study harder, Prof?" My hand trailed his chest.

He grabbed my wrist, pulse racing under my fingers. "This ends now… or we cross a line." But he didn't let go. His other hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my lip. Our breath mingled, heavy.

"Fuck the line," I breathed, rising on toes.

I kissed him, he kissed back— hungry, devouring. Tongue invaded, hands pressing me against his hard body, cock grinding my belly. I moaned into him, nails digging his back.

“That's enough.” He said as he broke away from the kiss. “For now,” he added, on second thought.

We returned to the table, tension thick in the air. Every glance, every accidental touch, his foot hooking mine under the table… built the fire. By 10 PM, my panties were drenched, his jeans strained.

"Fuck," he muttered, chair scraping as he stood up. I straightened, turning to find him right behind me, hands fisting at his sides. "You're killing me, Harper."

“Good." I rose up, stepped closer till my tits brushed his chest, nipples diamond-hard. "I want you hard for me." My hand fumbled his zipper. He held my wrist, but didn't pull away, pressed it there. Pulse racing under my fingers.

"This is wrong," he rasped, but his free hand cupped my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. I moaned, grinding against his thigh, wetness smearing his jeans.

"Tell me to stop." He growled.

I didn't dare say a word.

His mouth crashed down again, hot, demanding, tongue fucking mine. I melted into his arms, nails raking his back, tasting whiskey and need. He lifted me onto the island, textbooks scattering to the floor. He raised my top up to my chest, my tits spilled free; he groaned, sucking a nipple deep, teeth grazing. "So fucking perfect," he growled, hand diving between my thighs, fingers circling my clit through soaked folds.

"Yes, Prof! Touch me!" I bucked, slick coating his palm as he plunged two fingers inside, curling, hitting my *g-spot heaven*. My walls clenched, orgasm building fast.

But he froze, pulling back, eyes tormented. "Shit… I can't. You're my student."

I whimpered, chasing his hand. "Please... I need your cock."

He stepped away, panting, adjusting his raging hard-on. "Study. Then you leave."

But as I gathered my shit, legs shaky, he pressed against my back at the door… dick nestling my ass crack. "Next week. Behave."

I smirked, lips swollen. "Next Tuesday?" I walked out, thighs slick, his growl followed me down the hall. I grinned into the night air, pussy throbbing. *Game on.*

I ran into the last person I wanted to see back in the dorm.

Jake.

He cornered me in the parking lot. "Kelly! Saw you vanish early. Are you Prof's pet now?" His hand snaked around my waist.

I slapped them off. “Are you stalking me now?

“Hell no. Just looking for a chance to show you what a real man looks like, not some old dick.”

I laughed, pushing him off… mind on Will. "You think you can bag me?”

“Something tells me I can.”

I snorted. “In your dreams.”

“Whatever, don't come running when he breaks you.”

I raised my brows.”Fuck you.” I mumbled the words and stormed off.