Chapter 132
**Sara**
I flopped onto my bed, exhausted from the night out with Jessica. The cool sheets felt heavenly against my skin as I snuggled into my favorite tank top and comfy panties. I didn't wear a bra tonight—I was all about maximum comfort.
Just as I was about to drift off, my phone buzzed. I groaned, fumbling around in the dark to find it. The bright screen made me squint as I read the message:
Tom: Hey, I'm free now. Still up?
Tom. Of course. My heart fluttered, but I felt a twinge of annoyance. Where had he been all night?
I typed out a quick reply.
Me: What took you so long? Did your family dinner turn into a week-long cruise?"
Okay, that was a bit snarky. But hey, a girl can be grumpy when left hanging all night.
Tom: Family drama? Ancient history. What's my favorite student up to?
He always knew how to smooth things over.
Me: Just got home. Shopping spree with Jessica. Now I'm in bed, ready to pass out.
Tom: Bed, huh? What are you wearing?
Me: Wouldn't you like to know?
Tom: I would. That's why I asked.
I bit my lip, debating how to respond. What the hell, I thought.
Me: Tank top. Panties. Nothing else.
The typing bubbles appeared and disappeared several times before his reply came through.
Tom: Is your little pussy wet thinking about me right now?
The man had no shame, but that's what made him so damn irresistible.
Me: Is that really any of your business?
Tom: Damn right, it is. Call it an academic inquiry.
My cheeks warmed at the audacity. He was unrelenting with his teasing, and I loved it.
Me: Academic? Should I expect this on the next exam?
Tom: Only if we're grading on a curve.
I giggled, feeling a little naughty as our flirtation deepened. His audacity always caught me off guard, like a sudden flash of lightning, leaving me breathless and exhilarated.
Tom: How about treating me to a pic?
I paused, glancing down at my tank top snugly against my skin. Taking a picture was easy, but showing more felt different tonight. So, I went for the safe option and aimed my phone at my face, capturing an image with a soft pout and the loose strands of my hair framing my eyes.
Tom: You're cute, but gotta admit, Professor was expecting a different subject focus.
Of course, he was.
Before I could type out a clever retort, my phone buzzed with a video call request from Tom. I hesitated for a second, knowing full well where this might lead. But curiosity won out over shyness, like a moth to his blazing flame.
His face filled the screen, looking annoyingly handsome as ever. A glass of red wine swirled in his hand, and he leaned back, sinking into the plush couch like he owned the world.
"Don't you look comfortable," I teased, propping myself on my elbow.
"I'd be more comfortable if you were here," he shot back.
"Uh-huh. So, are you drinking alone, or is there some poor unsuspecting girl keeping you company?"
He chuckled, taking a sip of his wine. "Just me, myself, and I. However, I did consider swinging by your place after dinner with my parents. Figured it might be too late, though."
"Oh, how thoughtful of you," I said sarcastically. "I thought you'd forgotten all about me."
"Forget about you? Impossible," he grinned. "Speaking of which, you still haven't shared that pic I asked for."
I felt a flush creep up my neck. "Maybe I'm feeling shy tonight."
"Shy? You?" he raised an eyebrow. "That's not the Sara Parker I know."
"Oh? And what Sara Parker do you know, Professor?" I challenged, feeling a familiar heat building inside me.
"The one who isn't afraid to go after what she wants."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't," he smirked. "Just like you have no idea how that tank top clings to your curves right now."
My breath caught in my throat. "Tom..."
"Come on, Sara. Show me what I've been missing," his low voice said, sending shivers down my spine.
"Nice try, Professor," I teased, my voice shakier than intended. "But I'm not that easy."
"Oh, come on. Not even a little peek?"
I shook my head, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body. "Nope. In fact, I think it's time for me to say goodnight."
"Goodnight?" Tom's face fell in an exaggerated pout. "But we were just getting started."
"Sorry, but this girl needs her beauty sleep," I said, stifling a yawn. "Some of us have early classes tomorrow."
"You do realize I'm the one teaching those classes, right?"
I laughed, settling back against my pillows. "All the more reason for me to get some rest. Can't have your star student falling asleep during the lecture, can we?"
"I suppose not," he conceded with a dramatic sigh. "Though I'm sure I could find ways to keep you awake."
"Tom!" I scolded, but I couldn't keep the smile from my voice.
"Alright, alright. Goodnight, Sara," he said, his voice softening. "Sweet dreams."
"Goodnight, Tom," I replied, my finger hovering over the 'end call' button.
But I didn't press it.
We looked at each other, the silence stretching between us like something tangible. I could see the desire in his eyes, mirroring my own. It would be so easy to give in, to let go of my inhibitions, and show him exactly what he wanted to see.
Instead, I reached over and flicked on my bedside lamp.
The sudden light made me squint, and I heard Tom chuckle on the other end of the call.
"Changed your mind?" he asked hopefully.
"Don't get too excited. I just realized I forgot to set my alarm."
"Uh-huh," he said, clearly not buying it. "And you needed to turn on the light for that because...?"
"Because... I need to drink some water, too. Forgot my bottle in the kitchen."
"Right," he drawled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And I suppose you'll need to do a little dance while you're at it?"
"Oh, shut up," I laughed, swinging my legs off the bed. The cool air hit my bare skin, and I shivered slightly.
"Cold?" he asked.
I glanced down at my chest and realized my nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of my tank top. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"That tank top's not hiding much, is it?" he teased, his eyes darkening with desire.
Without a word, I set the phone on my nightstand, the camera pointing at the ceiling. I could hear Tom's muffled voice calling, "Hey, where'd you go?"
I padded to the kitchen, my bare feet silent on the cool tiles. As I reached for a water bottle from the fridge, I caught my reflection in the microwave door. Tom was right - this tank top left little to the imagination.
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