Chapter 126
**Sara**
I linked arms with Jessica as we strolled down the bustling street, the evening air crisp against our skin. The city pulsed with energy around us, neon signs flickering to life as dusk settled in.
Jessica's heels clicked against the pavement, dodging every crack and crevice despite her tipsiness.
"So, spill it, girl," Jessica chirped, nudging me with her elbow. "Any juicy one-night stands lately? Besides Professor Hottie, of course."
"Jess, seriously? Is that all you ever think about?"
She cackled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, come on! Don't act like you're some innocent little lamb. I've seen the way you look at Tom. Like he's a tall glass of water, and you're dying of thirst."
"Jesus, Jess," I muttered, heat rising to my cheeks. "You got no other topics to discuss?"
"Nope!" She popped the 'p' with a grin. "I'm a curious gal, always exploring. Someone's gotta live vicariously through you, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes."
As Jessica prattled on about her latest conquest, my mind drifted to a night a few weeks back. James. Tall, dark, and handsome.
The sex had been good – great, even. James knew what he was doing, his hands exploring every inch of my body with practiced ease. But something had been... missing. The spark, the electricity I felt with Tom, was nowhere to be found.
"Sara!" Jessica's voice snapped me back to reality. "You zoned out there for a second. Thinking about Professor Hottie?"
I shook my head, trying to clear the memories. "No, just... remembering something."
Jessica's eyes lit up. "Ooh, do tell! Was it steamy? Scandalous? Both?"
I shoved her playfully. "Jesus, Jess. Is sex the only thing that occupies that pretty little head of yours?"
"Well, duh," she grinned, unabashed. "What else is there?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that I'm starving? Some of us think with our stomachs, you know."
Jessica gasped dramatically. "Sara Parker, thinking about food instead of sex? Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend?"
"Oh, come on. I'm not some sex-crazed maniac."
"Says the girl who's been banging her professor."
"Keep your voice down!" I hissed, glancing around nervously. "And it's not like that."
"Oh, please," Jessica drawled. "I know you, Sara Parker. You can't fool me with this innocent act."
I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? Who's the one with a new guy in her bed every other night?"
"Hey, I own my sexuality," Jessica proclaimed proudly. "Unlike some people who pretend they're not constantly thinking about Professor Hottie's-"
"Okay, okay!" I interrupted, feeling my cheeks flush. "Can we please just go eat something? I'm starving."
"Now you're speaking my language, babe! How about we grab a bite before hitting the shops? I know this amazing little taco joint around the corner."
I nodded, grateful for the change of subject. "Lead the way, you bottomless pit."
As we walked, my mind drifted back to Tom. God, that man. Just thinking about him got me wet. Those muscular arms. That cock, thick and delicious. It was hard to focus on anything when memories of our nights together danced through my mind. Damn, those nights were something else. He made me feel like my body was an instrument, and he was a maestro, playing every note to perfection.
But was it just about sex for him? Sure, the physical part was mind-blowing. His fingers knew all the secret corridors of my body, sending shivers down my spine with the slightest touch. And that tongue? Magic. I grinned, just thinking about the way he circled my clit, teasing me until I begged for mercy.
I sighed, a mix of frustration and longing. There was more to it than just the incredible sex, right? I liked him. Actually liked him. Not just for his perfect body or the way he could make me cum so hard I saw stars. There were these little moments, those rare glimpses beyond the cocky professor facade. Like when he poured me coffee just the way I liked it or when he let out that little groan when I kissed him just right.
But did he like me? Or was I just another warm body, a convenient fuck to relieve stress? What if he didn't see any future for us, keeping it strictly casual? A friends-with-benefits kind of deal but without the real friendship. My heart clenched at the thought.
I was overthinking this. It could be okay to enjoy the physical, losing myself in his embrace without worrying about labels. But fuck, it would be nice to know if I wasn't the only one catching feelings.
My pussy practically throbbed, remembering how he pushed me against the balcony railing, hard cock pressing into my ass through his pants. That deep, gravelly voice of his whispering filthy promises in my ear. I could still feel the ache between my legs from our last encounter. The way his cock filled me, stretching me, hitting every sweet spot.
"Ah, shit," I muttered under my breath, cheeks burning. Focusing was hard with these thoughts in my head.
I could ask him to clear the air. But what if I didn't like the answer? What if it was easier to pretend we were just enjoying each other's bodies without any strings attached?
He probably had options. Hell, he was a hot, successful professor with a billionaire family. I couldn't be the only one fantasizing about him. Just the thought of him with another woman made me irrationally territorial.
Jessica stopped in front of a taco joint, a neon sign buzzing above the door. "Here we are, taco heaven! Are you drooling from hunger or your thoughts?"
My face went beet red. "Shut up, Jess. You don't want to know where my mind was just now."
She smirked. "I can guess. Now, let's eat. We can drool over our men later."
Grateful, I followed her inside, my stomach growling. Food first, feelings later.
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