STORY 1: CRAVING PROF WILL

Ep 1: Invisible Sparks

Kelly

I slouched in the back row of Professor Wilson’s lecture hall, my short skirt riding up just enough to catch the afternoon light filtering through the tall windows. The room hummed with the usual chatter… Girls giggling about frat boys, guys trading notes on weekend parties. College was supposed to be my reset button: the hot girl from high school, still a virgin at twenty-two, finally ready to let loose.

Then *he* walked in.

Professor William Hargrove—tall, broad-shouldered, short dark-and-gray facial hairs that make his strong jawline look even more defined. His button-down stretched tight across his chest, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong, muscular forearms. A bit of a tattoo peeks under his rolled-up sleeve. My panties went damp in a heartbeat.

“Latecomers, find a seat,” he barked, voice deep and commanding as his eyes swept the room. When his gaze landed on me…it held. My nipples tightened under my thin crop top. A shiver raced straight down my spine and settled between my thighs. *Look at me, Prof. See what you do to me.*

He launched into quantum physics like it was thunder rolling through the hall. Every time he paced, every time that gravelly voice wrapped around formulas, my thighs clenched harder. I was soaked by the third slide.

“Miss Harper.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. “Yes, Professor?”

“Care to explain Faraday’s law?”

Shit. I hadn’t studied. On purpose. “Uh… something about electromagnetic induction?” I flipped my hair, letting my crop top slip just enough to flash the lace edge of my bra.

One eyebrow lifted. His lips twitched, like he was fighting a smirk. “Close enough for participation credit. Next time, read the chapter.” His gaze dropped to my legs for half a second too long before snapping back to the board.

Heat pooled between my thighs. *He noticed.*

I barely heard another word after that. I was too busy doodling *Will Hargrove* in my notebook surrounded by tiny hearts, lost in the fantasy of him bending me over his desk, thick cock stretching my virgin pussy while he growled my name. My clit throbbed. I squeezed my thighs together under the desk, biting my lip so hard it hurt.

Around me, some boys whispered.

"Dude, that prof's ripped. Bet he bangs TAs."

"Check the blonde… she's hot."

I smirked, flipping my hair, but my eyes stayed glued to him. It was question time: hands shot up. Mine stayed down, even though I knew the answer. Let him think I'm clueless. Needy.

After class, I packed slowly, hoping he’d glance my way. Instead, the blond guy from the row ahead… Jake, turned around with a cocky grin. “Kelly, reading group at my place tonight? That skirt is criminal.”

I flashed a smile and waved him off. “Maybe next time, Jake.” My eyes stayed glued to Professor Will as he snapped his briefcase shut and strode out without a backward look.

That night in my dorm, I pulled up his faculty page. *Dr. William Hargrove, PhD. Divorced. No children.* My fingers dipped under my panties, circling slowly as I imagined his hands on me instead.

"God, notice me," I whispered, arching off the bed, breaths coming fast and shallow until I shattered, his name on my lips.

The next lecture, I bombed the pop quiz on purpose. Scribbled nonsense and handed it in with a wink at the TA. Jake cornered me afterward in the hallway.

“You’re killing it in class, Harper, but ditch the nerd shit. Come grind with me at the bar tonight.”

His hand brushed my hip, warm and insistent. I felt the familiar pull… and shoved it down.

“Tempting,” I said, eyes already on the real prize, “but I’m good.”

A week later our grades were posted. I had an F. Bold red letters next to my name.

My roommate Mia gasped. “Kelly, what the hell? You’re acing everything else!”

I shrugged, pulse racing with excitement. “Guess I need tutoring.”

My laptop dinged. New email. Professor Will.

*Miss Harper, your performance is concerning. See me in office hours Monday at 4 PM. We need to discuss your… potential.*

I squealed, spinning around the room like an idiot.

Mia stared. “How are you this excited about failing?”

“I failed on purpose,” I purred. “Just to get his attention.”

Her mouth dropped open in a perfect O.

I laughed. “You look ridiculous.”

“I’m not saying a word,” she muttered, turning back to her laptop.

Monday I showed up in my tightest jeans, the ones that hugged my ass like a second skin and a low-cut blouse that left nothing to the imagination. His office smelled like fresh coffee and old books. He sat behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, those veined forearms on full display.

“Close the door, Kelly.” His voice low, commanding.

I did, then perched on the chair opposite, crossing my legs slowly so the denim pulled tight.

“Your quiz was a disaster,” he said, leaning forward. “What’s going on?”

I bit my lip and shifted so my blouse gaped just right. “I… got distracted. Life stuff.” *All you.*

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “You’re smarter than this, Kelly. Top of the roster in gen chem. If you fail, it tanks your GPA.”

Heat flushed my cheeks. “What if I need extra help? Private sessions?”

My foot brushed his under the desk—totally accidental, of course.

He pulled back, jaw tight. “Office hours are public. We’ll do reviews three times a week after class.” His gaze flicked to my lips, then away fast.

*Got you.*

“Whatever you say, Prof.” I stood, leaning over to grab my bag so my ass was right there. His sharp inhale told me everything.

“Miss Harper…”

“Kelly,” I purred, turning at the door.

“Focus.” But his eyes burned.

“Maybe the only thing distracting me… is you, Prof Will.” I flashed a smile and walked out, hips swaying.

That night Jake texted: *Heard you bombed the quiz. Come over. I’ll make you forget.*

I typed back *Soon*, then reached for my vibrator instead. I pictured Professor Hargrove pinning me down, thick veined cock nudging my entrance while his mouth sucked marks into my neck.

“Prof Will… fuck me…” I moaned, fingers flying over my clit until I came, thighs shaking, soaking the sheets.

Mia walked in right as I was wiping myself clean with a tissue. “Holy fuck, Kelly!”

I grinned. “What? A girl has needs.”

“Get yourself a boyfriend already.”

“No. All I want is Prof Will. That fire. That body. He’s so my type.”

“He’s *fifty-nine*,” she reminded me.

“That just makes it hotter.” I shrugged.

“Jesus, you’re unbelievable.”

“Ever had a real crush?” I asked.

She crossed her arms. “What’s that got to do with your obsession?”

“Shut up.” I laughed, cheeks burning. “He’s divorced. Prime daddy material.”

Mia rolled her eyes. “Virgin alert. You’d combust on contact.”

Wednesday: First private session as in an empty classroom. He drew diagrams on the board, chalk dust on his strong fingers. I sat close enough that my thigh pressed against his.

“Like this?” I leaned in, breath warm on his neck.

“Precisely.” His voice had gone gravelly. When our hands brushed, as he reached for the marker, electricity shot straight to my core. My nipples peaked hard under my tank top.

“Good girl,” he muttered, then froze. Cleared his throat. “Good progress.”

By session three, it was pure torture. His cologne wrapped around me every time he moved. I “dropped” my pen, bending slow so my ass was practically in his face. A low, animal growl rumbled behind me.

I straightened, catching his stare locked on my thighs, lips parted.

“Kelly.” Warning thick in his voice. But his pants were clearly tented.

“Oops.” I licked my lips. Our eyes locked. The air felt thick enough to choke on.

“Enough for today.” He turned away fast, adjusting himself discreetly.

My little game was finally working.

Final exam week. I half-assed the review—just enough to scrape by and still failed. He stumbled over his words when he handed back the papers, hands shaky.

“Stay after class. See me in my office.”

I walked in soaked from the rain, hair dripping, and blouse clinging to my curves. The door shut behind me. No desk between us this time. He paced, tie loose, jaw clenched.

“You failed. Intentionally?”

My pulse thundered. “Maybe I like the attention.”

“This isn’t a game, Kelly.”

“I know, Professor… but I’d be glad if you played me.”

He stopped pacing. “Your scores. What’s the real issue?”

“Wet dreams?” I teased, swinging my wet hair so droplets trailed down my cleavage.

A rough laugh escaped him, eyes darkening. “Focus, Miss Harper. Or you will fail.”

“I’ll try harder,” I whispered, stepping close and placing my hand on his arm. His muscles jumped under my palm like it had been shocked.

He stepped back, breath hitching. “I’ll tutor you. One last time.” It was a request.

“Yes, Sir.”

My pussy soaked through my panties instantly