HIGH VOLTAGE SEDUCTION

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

Kelly

The office door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in that dim, book-scented space. I sat on the edge of his desk, and my skirt hiked scandalously high.

Prof Will... god, even thinking his name made my clit throb, paced in front of me, hands shoved deep in his pockets, that massive bulge still straining his pants.

"You're playing with fire, Kelly," he growled, stopping inches away, his cologne making me lose my mind as he towered over me, chest heaving under his half-unbuttoned shirt, exposing a trail of dark hair leading south. My fingers itched to trace it.

"Me? You're the one who can't keep his eyes off me." I uncrossed my legs slowly, flashing my soaked lace panties, the cool air kissing my wetness. His eyes dropped down, pupils blowing wide, making a low groan rumbling from his throat. "Admit it, Prof. You want to taste."

He gripped the desk on either side of my hips, caging me, his breath hot on my neck. "Focus, Kelly. Here's the deal." His knee brushed mine under the narrow space. "Private tutoring. My apartment, Tuesdays, 7 PM. No distractions."

My breath caught. *His apartment?* "Just us? Sounds... intimate." I bit my lip, watching his pupils dilate, chest rising faster.

"Academic only," he growled. "Fail again, and you're out. Understood?"

I nodded, standing so close our bodies nearly touched. "Crystal, Professor."

His hips rocked forward, hard length pressing against my inner thigh, right where I pulsed for him.

"Promise?" I whispered, arching up, nipples scraping his chest through fabric. My hand slid to his zipper, palming his thickness... damn he was thick, veiny, at least 8 inches. He hissed, thrusting into my grip once, pre-cum soaking through.

"Fuck... Kelly." His mouth crashed down in seconds, tongue invading, devouring. I moaned into him, grinding my soaked pussy against his thigh, chasing friction. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he cupped my breast, thumb circling the tip. Sparks shot straight to my clit... I was dripping, ready to beg.

But he pulled away, eyes wild, chest heaving. "Out, now. Before I bend you over this desk." Voice wrecked, he adjusted himself, wincing.

I slid off, legs shaky, smirking over my shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Will."

"Wait, study this." He slid a textbook across, his hand brushing mine. Electricity shot up my arm, straight to my core. My cunt throbbed instantly.

"Thanks, Prof." I stood, hips swaying as I took the book. His gaze dropped to my ass before he cleared his throat.

"Door's open for questions, Kelly." The way he said my name, husky... made butterflies dance in my stomach.

"I'll save it for later." As I left, his eyes devoured my ass swaying out the door.

Next night, I showed up at his sleek downtown apartment door at 7 sharp. Black mini-dress that hugged my curves, thigh-highs peeking out, no panties, just a secret throb. He answered in jeans low on his hips and a tee that hugged his abs. "Right on time. Impresses me." His voice rumbled, eyes darkening as he drank me in.

"Wouldn't miss it." I stepped inside. His place screamed bachelor... dim lamps, a half-empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. I loved the scent of his place, wood and spice making my mouth water. Modern loft: leather couch, city lights twinkling through floor-to-ceiling windows.

He led me to the dining table piled with textbooks, I set my bag down, he helped me arrange my books, our arms brushed, goosebumps exploded. "Derivatives first." He stood behind me as I sat, his body heat pressing close, breathing warm on my neck.

I fumbled the pencil, "accidentally" dropping it. Bent to grab it, ass arching toward him. His hands gripped the chair back, knuckles white.

"Focus," he murmured, voice husky, thigh nudging mine. But his bulge strained against his jeans, inches from my shoulder.

"Sorry, Prof." I straightened, twisting to face him, my dress riding up. "Show me again?"

He leaned in, his hand over mine on the page, guiding strokes. His touch burned, cock twitching visibly. Sweat beaded on his temple. "Like this... slow, firm pressure."

My pussy clenched, wetness trickling down my thigh. "Mmm, yeah... harder?"

He froze, pulling back sharp, eyes dark. "Break, Would you like beer?"

"Yeah, sure." My phone lit up, A message from Jake: *Party at my place. You sure you don't wanna come?* Ignored. Only Will mattered.

In the kitchen, I heard bottles clinked. He returned, handed me one, fingers lingering. "You're trouble, Kelly."

"Trouble's fun." I sipped, pressing closer, tits grazing his arm. My nipples ached, begging.

He set his beer down, hands flexing. "This is dangerous." But he didn't move, gaze locked on my lips.

We returned to equations, the tension crackling. His foot hooked mine under the table, rubbing slowly. My clit pulsed in rhythm. "Getting it now?" he asked, voice strained.

"Almost... touch it here." I pointed, guiding his hand lower on the page, fingers inches from my hem.

He exhaled ragged, palm sliding to my thigh instead. Skin ignited. "Fuck," he muttered, squeezing.

I gasped, spreading wider. His thumb traced higher, brushing lace-less heat. "Prof..."

The door buzzer shattered it, the pizza guy. He walked away, cursing under breath, bulge throbbing as he paid.

Back at the table, he avoided my eyes. "Today's session is over."

I packed up reluctantly, he stood still, just watching. He walked me to the door, hand on my lower back, fingers pressing possessive. "Same time next week?"

"Can't wait, Prof." I brushed my lips near his cheek, leaving my scent. The door clicked shut; I heard him groan inside.

I left aching, in my car, my fingers rubbed my soaked pussy to the edge, whispering, "Soon, Will."

*Will*

Kelly's scent lingered... sweet, needy. I gripped the counter, my cock rock-hard, pre-cum staining my boxers. Divorced two years, I'd kept it locked down, but Kelly? no one likes her. She is my student and it's forbidden. But that tight hot body...curves begging to be gripped, and eyes promising sin. Fuck.

But replaying her ass arched at my board... I unzipped, stroking hard, grunting her name. Cum hit my fist, shame mixing with hunger. The next session would be game over, if I didn't lock it down.

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.