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.

Kelly

Thursday classes dragged, my thong soaked through lectures, I kept stealing glances at his bulge when he thought no one watched.

After classes, I followed him to his office. "Prof? Quick question?"

He nodded curtly, the office door shutting us in again. "What?"

I leaned over his desk, cleavage on full display.

"This."

I popped a button on my blouse, lace bra peeking.

Adam's apple bobbed. "Kelly..."

"Missed you." I rounded the desk, dropping to my knees between his legs. His zipper went down. *holy fuck*, 9 inches of thick, veined perfection sprang free, pre-cum beading the tip. "Let me taste you, please."

He gripped my hair, hips jerked. "No shit, yes."

I swallowed him deep, throat relaxing, tongue swirling the ridge. He fucked my mouth slow at first, groans echoing, balls tightening. We heard voices in the hall... he froze, shoving me under the desk.

Dean knocked. "Will? We have a board meeting, are you coming?"

"In a minute," he called, voice strained... my mouth on his balls, sucking softly. Dean left; he yanked me up, bending me over his desk, spanking my ass red. "Bad girl." He groaned.

"Fuck your bad girl," I begged.

Another slap, his palm stung delicious. I went under the desk again, he brought my head back to his cock, I sucked on hard, balls deep, wet. He came. I milked every drop, grinning up.

His phone rang...department head. He answered, thrusting shallow, emptying himself in my mouth, muffling my moans with his tie. "Yes... handling it."

He pulled out. "Out," he ordered, zipping up. But his hand lingered on my cheek.

Tuesday night, none of us could concentrate, I was acting like I understood an equation when he snatched my ankle, grip firm, thumb stroking my skin. "Keep your mind focused." But his free hand brushed my knee, sliding higher, his touch igniting fire within me. My breath hitched when he grazed my wetness...no panties, surprise.

"Jesus, Kelly. You're soaked."

Heat pooled between my thighs as his fingers lingered on my wet pussy, scraping my inner thigh like sandpaper on silk. I gasped sharp, nipples stabbing my dress begging for teeth on them.

"Prof... Wilson," I purred his name like a dirty secret, spreading my legs another inch wider, pussy drenched and clinging. His eyes went feral, thumb pressing firm right against my pussy. Electric jolts shot up my spine... fuck, I was dripping down my thighs.

"This isn't tutoring," he rasped, voice gravel and velvet, but he didn't pull back. No, his other hand dropped to his lap under the table, stroking that massive bulge tenting his pants.

I could see the outline straining the zipper like it wanted to burst free. My virgin pussy clenched empty, aching to feel it split me.

"Tell me to stop then," I challenged, rocking slowly into his hand, grinding my slick folds over his fingers. The friction made my clit throb, breaths coming in pants. He groaned low, primal, the sound vibrating straight to my core.

"Fuck, Kelly. You're killing me." He rose up, hauled me up by the waist, mouth crashing down on mine, this time brutal, starving. His tongue thrust deep, claiming every inch. Hands everywhere: one palming my heavy tits, fingers pinching my nipples hard enough to make me arch and moan into his kiss; the other gripping my ass, yanking me flush against him. His cock was a hard rod against my belly, so thick it made my head spin.

I ground my pussy on his muscled thigh, dress hiking up to my waist, lace scraping denim.

"Feel how wet you make me?" I whispered against his lips, nipping his bottom one. His grip tightened, fingers digging bruises I'd finger myself to later.

"Every night I rub my clit thinking of this-your hands, your mouth, that huge dick ruining me."

He growled, spinning me to face the island counter, bending me over it. Cool granite kissed my tits as he shoved my dress higher, exposing my ass.

"Jesus, Kelly," he breathed, palms kneading my ass cheeks, spreading them. A finger traced my soaked slit through panties, dipping just inside-teasing my virgin hole.

"So tight and wet." He praised me.

"For you." I grabbed his wrist. "More... please."

Two fingers now, pumping slow, thumb on my clit. I bucked, moaning loud, tits bouncing. His mouth claimed my neck, sucking down. "Tight little pussy... how are you this wet?" His cock ground against my leg, leaking at the tip.

"I'm a virgin," I gasped, clenching around him. His eyes snapped wide-shock, hunger.

He stepped back, fingers glistening. "Fuck. No. I CAN'T." He stumbled away, running hands through his hair, erection throbbing untouched.

"Will, wait..." But the door to what I guessed was his bedroom slammed. I followed, pushing in. Dim light glowing, a kingsize bed with rumpled sheets sat the middle. He stripped his shirt, backing me. He had a tattoo of a lightning bolt across his shoulder blade. Muscles rippled as he paced.

"Don't. You're untouched. I won't be your first mistake." Voice raw, but he turned, the bulge in his pants still obvious.

I dropped to my knees, crawling close, and kept my hands on his thighs. "Teach me. Please, use me." I unzipped him slowly. Saliva flooded my mouth at the sight of his thick cock.

"Kelly..." He cupped my face, thumb on my lip. I sucked it, then licked his tip, tasting salt. Moan tore from him as I took half down my throat, gagging sweet. Hands in my hair, guiding gently at first, then thrusting.

"Good girl... fuck, your mouth." Hips snapped forward, balls slapping my chin. I hummed, fingers rubbing my clit, I was close.

He pulled out suddenly, grunting. "Stop. I won't do that to you. You deserve better." He pushed me back softly, zipped up, eyes tortured. "Leave. Before I ruin you Kelly."

He looked away, tucking himself in, reality crashed. Tears pricked my eyes, rejection stung worse than fire. I fled, dress disheveled, pussy aching empty. In the elevator, fingers finished what he started, coming hard on visions of his cock. But hurt bloomed. Fine. If he won't, someone will.

Kelly

"Girl, you need to be strong. Maybe he's just not ready... or he's scared of hurting you."

Mia's voice was soft in the dark, her hand rubbing slow circles on my back as I cried into my pillow.

I let out a bitter laugh. "What kind of man turns down a wet pussy when it's literally in his grip?"

Mia snorted, then burst out laughing. "Right? Unless... you think he's gay?"

We both collapsed into helpless giggles, the kind that only come when your heart is breaking and you're trying not to scream.

"Seriously, Kelly," she said, wiping her eyes, "you're overthinking this. You have no idea how many guys on this campus want you."

"You mean Jake?" I asked, remembering the way he'd looked at me the last time we met.

"Mmm... yeah." Mia purred the word like she was tasting it.

"I turned him down," I said, flipping my hair back.

"You what?" Mia sat up, eyes wide. "Kelly, Jake is the hottest guy in your class-and he's loaded. What the hell?"

"Yeah... so?" I shrugged.

"Jesus, bitch. If I had a body like yours, I would've rode that dude a long time ago. Anything over that cock-teasing professor of yours."

"Prof Will's dick is actually huge," I muttered. "Thick and..."

"Eww, stop!" Mia cut me off, covering her ears. "I do not need those visuals."

My phone lit up on the nightstand. Jake's name flashed across the screen.

Speak of the devil, I answered.

"Yo, shawty."

"What do you want, Jake?"

"There's a party at my place tonight. Come drown your sorrows with me."

I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Sure," I purred. "Get dressed, Mia. We're going out."

Jake's house pulsed with heavy bass. Red cups littered every surface, bodies grinding against each other in the dim light. I slammed back two tequila shots, letting the burn settle in my chest. My dress was already riding scandalously high on my thighs.

Jake found me on the dance floor, pressing up behind me with a grin. His hands gripped my hips as he ground against my ass, his hard cock unmistakable through his jeans.

I moaned softly, rolling my body against him, but my mind screamed one name: *Will*.

He pulled me into a dark corner, mouth crashing onto mine-rough, eager, nothing like the controlled fire I craved. His hands squeezed my breasts, fingers clumsy as they slipped into my panties.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned against my lips.

"I'm yours tonight," I whispered, tipsy and aching.

"Finally," Jake breathed, kissing down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. "My room's upstairs."

"Lead the way."

His bedroom smelled like musk, cheap cologne, and stale beer. Posters covered the walls, empty cans scattered in the corner. He pushed me onto the mattress and stripped my dress off in seconds. I stood there naked, breasts bouncing, thong yanked to the side as his hands slid between my thighs.

"You're soaked already."

*Not for you.*

Jake's scent surrounded me, but it was Will's face that burned behind my eyes-his rejection playing on repeat. *Not like that, Kelly. I can't be your first.*

Jake's cock pressed against my entrance. His cock average, nothing like the thick monster I'd felt through Will's pants. He fumbled with a condom, then pushed in with one impatient thrust.

I gasped as the sharp burn tore through me. Virginity gone. Just like that.

"You're a virgin?" His eyes widened.

"Not anymore," I whispered.

He groaned and started pounding, hips slamming into mine, the bedframe banging against the wall. His cock stretched me, hitting deep with every thrust, balls slapping wetly against my ass.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, sweat dripping onto my breasts as he pinned my wrists above my head.

Pleasure built fast despite everything. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. "Harder," I demanded, nails raking down his shoulders. "Make me scream."

Jake obliged, fucking me relentlessly, one hand dropping to rub circles over my clit. Orgasm hit me like lightning... walls clenching, body arching as I cried out. He followed right after, groaning loudly as he spilled into the condom.

We lay tangled and panting. "Best pussy I've ever had," he mumbled, kissing my neck sloppily.

I forced a giggle, but guilt twisted in my gut. Will would hate this.

Later, I texted Will: *Tutoring tomorrow? I learned my lesson.*

No reply.

But I knew he'd seen the photos Jake posted of me laughing, drunk, and marked. *The campus party slut.*

The next morning, the campus buzzed with students rushing to class. I spotted Professor Wilson first leaning against a tree, coffee in hand, eyes locked on me like twin lasers.

Heat flooded my cheeks. He knew.

Jake's arm slung possessively around my shoulders as we walked past. "Hey, Prof! Kelly's my girl now. Tutoring really paid off, huh?" Jake smirked, completely oblivious.

Will's jaw tightened. His gaze dropped to the fresh hickey blooming on my neck... Jake's mark.

"Careful, Jake," he said, voice dangerously low. "Some lessons bite back."

His eyes burned with raw possession. My pussy clenched hard under my skirt, thighs growing slick. He turned away sharply, fists clenched at his sides.

*WILL*

Kelly's laugh rang across the grass bright, but fake. She sat with that meathead Jake, his arm draped possessively over her shoulder, hand sliding down to squeeze her thigh.

My cock twitched at the memory of her taste. *Idiot,* I cursed myself, nearly crushing the coffee cup in my grip.

I'd pushed her away to protect her. But seeing her marked by him? Rage burned hot in my chest.

By afternoon lecture, the air crackled with tension. She sat in the front row, legs crossed tightly, blouse dipping low enough to tease. My eyes kept drifting to her parted lips, and the soft swell of her cleavage.

"Friction generates heat," I said, voice rougher than intended, the chalk snapping in my fingers. *Our* friction.

After class, she lingered, packing slowly. When the last student left, I rounded the desk and loomed over her.

"Jake? Really?" Jealousy bled into every word as I braced my hands on either side of her, caging her in.

"He's good," she purred, breath catching as my thigh nudged between hers. "Makes me come hard."

My blood boiled.

"Meet me in my office. Four o'clock. We need to discuss your grade... and the tutoring sessions you've missed. Twice."

My office door opened at exactly 4:00 p.m. Jake hovered outside like a guard dog. "Make it quick," he snapped before the door clicked shut behind her.

Kelly leaned against my desk, tits straining against her blouse. "I missed your hands," she whispered, biting her lip.

"You reek of him," I growled, stepping closer.

She arched into me, nipples hard under the thin fabric. "Jealous? Then fuck me. Claim what's yours."

"I don't like sharing, and he's marked you already."

She leaned forward, pushing her breasts closer. "Then punish me, Professor."

"Watch it, Kelly."

But my cock was already rock-hard, tenting my pants. She uncrossed her legs, sliding her foot up my calf. Her hands nudged my inner thigh, then pressed firmly against my bulge.

I groaned, grabbing her them and yanking her against my throbbing cock. "Bad girl."

She rubbed me slowly while our eyes locked.

Tension snapped.

I gripped her chin hard, thumb brushing her lower lip, and shoved her panties aside. Two fingers plunged deep into her dripping cunt. She gasped, grinding desperately against my hand as I finger-fucked her against the desk, swallowing her moans with a brutal kiss.

Her pussy gripped me like wet silk-hot, greedy, perfect. Jake's laugh filtered through the door. I yanked my fingers out, her whine desperate and furious.

"Go back to him," I rasped, stepping away even as it tore me apart.

She glared, lips swollen, skirt rumpled. "Fuck you."

The door slammed behind her.

Alone, I punched the desk, regret choking me. She was destroying me.