Chapter 110
**Sara**
I flopped onto Jessica's bed, watching my best friend rummaging through her closet like a woman possessed. Clothes flew left and right, creating a rainbow hurricane of fabric.
"Jess, you know we're just going to dinner, right? Not strutting down a runway in Milan?"
Jessica emerged from the depths of her wardrobe, her hair a mess and her eyes wild. She stood there in her bra and panties.
"Sara, darling, there's no such thing as 'just dinner.' Every outing is a potential meet-cute, a chance encounter with destiny!"
"It's dinner at the professor's cousin's house. I don't think we'll be meeting any eligible bachelors there."
Jessica paused, a sparkly top dangling from her finger. "Wait, what? Professor's cousin? Who the hell is Sophia?"
I blinked at her. "Sophia? Tom's cousin? The dinner I've been talking about all week?"
Jessica's blank stare told me everything I needed to know.
"Oh my God, Jess. Have you been listening to anything I've said lately?"
She had the decency to look sheepish. "In my defense, I've been... distracted."
"By what? Brad's abs?"
"Among other things," she winked, then tossed the sparkly top back into the closet with a dramatic sigh. "Well, since I have no idea what I'm dressing for and can't find anything suitable anyway, maybe you should just go alone."
I sat up, panic rising in my chest. "What? No! You can't bail on me now. I need you there as my buffer!"
"Buffer for what? It's just dinner with the professor's cousin, right?"
"Yes, Jess. Just dinner. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Is Tom coming?" Jessica's eyebrows waggled suggestively.
"I... I don't know. Maybe? Sophia might've invited him too."
Jessica flopped onto the bed beside me, her eyes narrowing. "Okay, spill. Who the hell is Daniel? And Sophia? I feel like I've walked into a soap opera."
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "God, Jess. Do you ever listen to me? Daniel is my friend. Sophia is Daniel's girlfriend and Tom's cousin. We're having dinner at her place tonight. Remember now?"
Jessica's blank stare told me she didn't.
"Forget it," I sighed, getting up and moving to her closet. I rifled through the chaos until I found a sleek black dress. "Here, wear this. You're coming with me."
"Bossy," Jessica smirked but took the dress. "Fine, I'll go. But if I'm not having dinner with you guys, I might be having a good time with Brad instead."
"You can go to Brad after dinner, you horndog. Just give me a couple hours of your undivided attention, okay?"
Jessica huffed dramatically. "Fine, fine. The things I do for friendship."
She slipped into the black dress, and I had to admit, she looked stunning. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, making me feel a twinge of envy. I glanced down at my outfit - a modest blue blouse and dark jeans - and suddenly felt underdressed.
"Jess, maybe I should change-"
"Don't you dare," she cut me off, pointing a finger at me. "You look perfect. Besides, if you change now, we'll be late, and I'll miss my rendezvous with Brad's abs."
"Is that all you think about?"
"Not all," she winked, applying a coat of bright red lipstick. "Sometimes I think about his-"
"Okay, TMI!" I laughed, covering my ears. "Let's go before you scandalize me further."
As we left her apartment, Jessica linked her arm through mine. "So, remind me again why we're attending this dinner?"
I sighed, exasperated but fond. "Sophia invited me, remember? Tom's cousin?"
"Right, right," she nodded, clearly still not remembering. "And why am I coming?"
"Because you're my best friend, and I need moral support?"
Jessica raised an eyebrow. "Moral support for dinner? Sara Parker, what aren't you telling me?"
"Well..." I started, fidgeting with the hem of my blouse. "Tom and I might have kissed at Daniel's birthday party last week."
Jessica's eyes widened. "Kissed? At Daniel's party? Oh my God, Sara! And you're just telling me this now?"
I winced, bracing myself for the questions I knew were coming.
"But wait," Jessica continued, her brow furrowing. "Why do you need moral support? Unless... Oh shit, did Sophia see you?"
I nodded glumly. "I think she might have. I'm not sure, but she's been acting weird ever since, and I can't shake the feeling she knows something."
Jessica let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl. You've been busy. So, are you and Professor Hottie doing the horizontal tango regularly now?"
I nearly choked on air. "Jessica!"
"What? It's a valid question! I've had suspicions about you two for weeks, and now it's confirmed. Spill the beans, Parker!"
I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this interrogation. "It's not... regular. We've only been intimate a few times."
"A few times? Sara Parker, you dirty little minx! Here, I thought you were spending all your time with your nose buried in textbooks, and instead, you've been getting it on with Professor McSteamy!"
"It's not like that," I protested weakly, but even I could hear the lack of conviction in my voice.
"Oh, it's exactly like that," Jessica cackled, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "You're having sex with him after that one-night stand, aren't you? I knew it! I fucking knew it!"
I groaned. "Can we please not discuss this in the middle of the street?"
"Fine, fine," Jessica conceded, but the glint in her eye told me this conversation was far from over. "But you're giving me all the juicy details later. And I mean all of them. I want to know if the professor lives up to his nickname."
"What nickname?"
"Professor Thick Dick, of course."
"Jessica!" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one had overheard. "When did you even come up with that ridiculous nickname?"
She grinned, looking far too pleased with herself. "Just now, actually. But it fits, doesn't it? I mean, based on how you've been walking lately, I'd say-"
"Oh my God, stop!" I clapped a hand over her mouth, mortified. "Forget about this whole conversation, okay? Let's just go to dinner and pretend you didn't just traumatize me for life."
Jessica licked my palm, forcing me to yank my hand away with a disgusted yelp. "Ew, Jess! What are you, five?"
"You love me," she smirked, linking her arm through mine. "And don't worry, your dirty little secret is safe with me. I never reveal anything to anyone."
I rolled my eyes at Jessica's declaration. "I doubt that. You're the worst secret keeper I know. Remember when you told the entire class about my wardrobe malfunction at the spring formal?"
"That was different! I was drunk, and it was hilarious," Jessica protested as we stepped out onto the curb. She waved her arm dramatically, trying to hail a cab.
"You were sober, and I was mortified for weeks," I grumbled, but I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. Jessica was a pain in the ass, but she was my pain in the ass.
A cab finally pulled up, and we climbed in. Jessica gave the driver Sophia's address, then turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"So, about Professor Thick Dick..."
"Jessica!" I hissed, glancing nervously at the driver. "Can we not?"
She ignored me, leaning in close. "Come on, Sara. Give me something. Is he as good as I imagine?"
"I am not discussing this with you right now."
"Oh, come on! You can't drop a bomb like that and expect me to let it go. You're getting some professor action, and I want details!"
"Jess, please," I hissed, glancing nervously at the cab driver. "This isn't the time or place."
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a stage whisper. "Fine, I'll start. I bet he's amazing in bed, right? All that experience, those mature hands..."
I felt my cheeks burning. "Jessica!"
"What? He's older and probably knows his way around a woman's body better than those frat boys you used to date. Plus, he's got that whole authority figure thing going on. Bet that makes things extra spicy in the bedroom."
"Oh my God, stop," I groaned, covering my face with my hands.
Jessica was relentless. "Come on, Sara. Throw me a bone here. Is he hung like a horse? Does he do that thing with his tongue that makes your toes curl?"
I peeked through my fingers, mortified to see the cab driver's eyes flicking to us in the rearview mirror. "Jessica, I swear to God, if you don't shut up right now, I'm going to-."
"To what? Spank me? Ooh, is that something the professor's into? Kinky!"
"That's it," I snapped, reaching over to clamp my hand over her mouth. "Not another word, or I swear I'll tell Brad about that time you drunk-texted your ex and called him 'Daddy'."
Jessica's eyes widened, and she nodded frantically. I slowly removed my hand, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Okay, okay," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. "I'll be good. But you owe me details later."
"Fine. Maybe. If you behave."
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