Chapter 171
**Sara**
My brain felt like mush two hours and two cups of coffee later. I'd managed to actually study, though every other page had required serious willpower to not drift into daydreams about a certain professor.
I stumbled to the bathroom, peeling off my clothes. The hot water hit my shoulders, and I groaned. Every muscle ached from our... activities this weekend. The shower steam curled around me like phantom touches, and I deliberately kept the water temperature on the cooler side.
"Stop being horny and wash your hair," I muttered to myself, squeezing out way too much shampoo.
My phone pinged from the counter. I ignored it. Probably Tom, being his usual insufferable, sexy self. The man had zero respect for my attempts at maintaining professional boundaries.
I switched the water to cold.
Finally clean and less distracted, I collapsed onto my bed in my favorite tank top and shorts. My phone screen lit up again.
I reached for my phone, expecting another flirty message from Tom. Instead, Jessica's name flashed across the screen.
Jessica: HELLO???
Jessica: Are you alive???
Jessica: I haven't heard from you all weekend!
I snorted. Leave it to Jessica to assume I'd died just because I hadn't responded to her texts for two days.
Me: Still breathing. Just got home.
Jessica: Where tf have you been? I tried calling!
Me: I went to see my parents. Just got back.
The lie felt heavy as I typed it. But I couldn't exactly tell her I'd been playing newlywed with our professor at a luxury resort.
Jessica: OMG, you'll never believe what happened! I met up with Blake!
I frowned at my phone, wracking my brain.
Me: Blake? Who's Blake?
Jessica: You know, the hot bartender from the bar.
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. Jessica's name flashed on the screen. Sighing, I answered it.
"Hey, Jess. What's up?"
"Sara! Finally! I thought you were dead!" Jessica's voice blared through the speaker.
"Yeah, yeah. Not dead. Just busy." I rolled my eyes, settling back against the pillows. "So, Blake?"
"Oh my God, yes! Blake! Remember how I got his number? Well, we went out yesterday!"
I could almost see her bouncing with excitement on the other end. "Okay, spill. What happened?"
"So we met up for drinks at this super cute bar downtown," Jessica began, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial tone. "And girl, he looked even hotter than I remembered."
"Of course he did," I chuckled. "So what happened next?"
Jessica let out a dreamy sigh. "Okay, get ready for this. So we finished our drinks, and he was like, 'You wanna get out of here?' And I was like, 'Heck yeah, I do!'"
She paused dramatically, and I could practically see the grin spreading across her face.
"We took a cab back to his place, and as soon as the door closed, he grabbed me and started kissing me. Like, full-on makeout session, you know?"
I grimaced, not really needing the play-by-play of my best friend's sex life. "Jess, I don't need all the sordid details."
"What? No, c'mon, you have to hear this!" She giggled. "Anyway, we stumbled to his bedroom, losing clothes along the way. And let me tell you, that man has some seriously skilled hands."
I sighed, resigning myself to the inevitable. "Alright, fine. Go on."
"Okay, so he lays me down on the bed and starts kissing down my neck, and I swear, I was a puddle of goo. Then he slowly peeled off my dress and..."
I tuned out the rest of Jessica's enthusiastic monologue, my mind drifting back to my romantic escapades from the weekend. Tom's hands caressing my skin, his lips trailing fire across my body... I shivered, clenching my thighs together.
"...and then he just went to town, you know? I mean, the man has some serious stamina. We must have gone at it for hours!"
"Wow, Jess. That's, uh, really something." I cleared my throat, hoping she wouldn't notice the slight hitch in my voice.
"Right? I'm still sore, to be honest." She giggled. "But in the best way possible. Anyway, what about you? How was your weekend with the parents?"
I shifted uncomfortably on my bed, guilt gnawing at my stomach for lying to my best friend. "Oh, you know. Nothing much. Just the usual parent stuff. They're pushing me to line up a job after my MBA."
"Ugh, same here! My mom won't shut up about it. Like, hello? I'm trying to survive this MBA first!"
I laughed, grateful for the shift in conversation. "Tell me about it. The pressure is insane."
"I mean, we've got what - two months left?" Jessica groaned. "Everyone keeps asking about my 'career plans' like I'm supposed to have my entire life mapped out."
"At least you've got some interviews lined up. I haven't even started applying."
"Girl, what? You need to get on that! With your grades, you could land anywhere." A pause. "Unless... you're planning on staying closer to campus for a certain professor?"
Heat crept up my neck. "Jess..."
"What? I'm just saying, Professor Thick Dick, seems to be keeping you pretty... satisfied."
"Oh my god, stop." I buried my face in my pillow, grateful she couldn't see my blush.
"Come on! Give me something here. Is he taking good care of my bestie, or do we need to find you another prospect?"
"We are not having this conversation." I rolled my eyes. "But no, I don't need any... prospects."
"Ooooh, that's good, huh?" Her delighted cackle crackled through the phone. "Spill the tea, Sara!"
"There's nothing to spill! We're good; that's all you need to know."
"Fine, be mysterious." She huffed. "But girl, you better not come crying to me when this whole thing blows up in your face."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence." I stretched out on my bed, phone pressed to my ear.
"I'm just saying! Professor-student relationships are messy. Even if he is stupidly hot and rich." She paused. "Speaking of hot professors, did you finish that case study for his class tomorrow?"
"Shit." I sat bolt upright. "I completely forgot about that."
"Ha! Too busy getting dick-matized by Professor Thick Dick?"
"Oh my god, stop calling him that!" I groaned, even as heat pooled in my belly at the memories of just how accurate that nickname was.
"What? It's accurate, right?" She cackled. "Or should I start calling him Professor Long-"
"Jessica!"
"Fine, fine. I'll stop." She didn't sound sorry at all. "But seriously, you should probably try to get some work done. Can't have your grades slipping just because you're sleeping with the professor."
"My grades are fine," I muttered, reaching for my laptop. "And we're not just sleeping together."
"Ooooh, catching feelings, are we?" Her voice turned sing-song. "Sara and Tommy, sitting in a tree..."
"What are you, twelve?" I logged into my student portal, grimacing at the unread assignments. "And no, I'm not catching feelings. It's just... complicated."
"Mhmm. Sure." She yawned. "Well, I'm gonna hit the hay. You have fun thinking about Professor Thick Dick while you do that case study."
"I hate you."
"Love you too, babe! Sweet dreams about your man's teaching methods!"
The call ended with her cackling laughter. I tossed my phone aside and focused on my laptop screen.
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