Finals week was always a nightmare. The lack of sleep, the stressing over details about mathematical equations and the anatomy of sentences, the shitty meals of whatever Amanda could find to shove down her gullet so she had enough energy to make it through the ordeal. All of it added up to a week of bullshit followed by a solid two days of binging tv shows and even more crap snack food.
But she had to make it through this week before she could get to the celebration. At least this time around, she had a friend to study with.
She and Cody had become fast friends at the beginning of their Sophomore year of college, and now, as Seniors, they spent almost all their free time together. He was cute enough, but things had just never happened between them. He had dirty blond hair, light brown eyes, a spattering of freckles. Very boy-next-door type; soft spoken and often withdrawn, and she wanted somebody who could keep up with her snark and clever comments. She just wasn't sure they were on the same level intelligence wise. At least, her friends said so to her.
Still, he was good company, and she was happy to study with him even if it meant she did most of the heavy lifting.
They were studying in his dorm, their shoes kicked off by the door. Amanda was set up at his desk, papers and sticky notes spread all in front of her, as he sat on the bed with his textbook on his lap watching her attentively.
"Basis point," she said, quizzing Cody on terminology from their economics class. He stared at her for a long moment, then sheepishly shrugged. She clicked her tongue.
"It's one hundredth of a percentage point," she said, for what felt like the hundredth time. "And it's used to describe interest changes."
"Oh," Cody said, glancing at the unopened drink on her desk. It was some sort of meal replacement drink he'd brought over for her. It was about the tenth time he'd done so. She sighed.
"Are you hungry? Do you want it?" she asked.
He shook his head quickly, clutching the book on his lap. "No, but, uh, aren't you? Or I mean, don't you?"
She shrugged. "I'm kinda focusing right now. We're hardly making any progress at this rate, I don't have time for a snack."
"But it's just a drink," he pointed out. "The whole point is, uh, you don't have to stop and eat it. And it's gonna get warm if you don't drink it soon." When she didn't respond, he continued, "It'll be, easier to focus if you aren't hungry."
She sighed. She'd been ignoring it, but truthfully, her stomach had been rumbling for a bit. "Will you be able to focus better if I drink it?"
He nodded profusely. Amanda shook her head, but opened the drink with a snap of the safety ring and took a big gulp. It tasted like milk and honey, honestly quite delicious, and while it was still cold, her whole body felt slightly warm as it went down. Kinda like whiskey, she thought, which was something else she could absolutely use right about now.
But not yet. They had to finish these damn finals first.
"Okay," she said, scratching behind her ear for a second as she gathered her thoughts. "So basis points. 25 basis points is what percentage?"
Cody stared at her, clearly at a loss. He intently watched her as if her body language could give anything away.
Amanda clicked her tongue. "Twenty five percent, duh," she said, then frowned. That wasn't right. "No, it's..." She looked down at her notes, trying to find the one on that lecture. She'd been going off of memory, and suddenly felt fuzzy and hungry. Maybe she needed food more than she'd realized. She took another big swig of her drink.
"Quarter percent," Cody offered, and that sounded about right. Amanda smiled.
"Yeah, thanks Cody," she said, glancing at him. He was still watching with those light brown eyes. She felt a heat in her cheeks - had she not noticed he was kinda cute before? Him watching her made her feel all warm and tingly, almost itchy. She glanced away, pretending to look at the notes in front of her and suddenly very aware that she was alone in a dorm room with a man.
One more swig of the drink for good measure. God, but she was feeling itchy. She scratched at her arm, at her leg, and just barely stopped herself from absentmindedly reaching under her waistband to get an itch on her hip. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.
"Wanna sit on the bed?" Cody asked, caution in his voice. Cute, Amanda thought, and nodded. He patted beside her and she came over, bouncing once on the bed as she sat down, still clutching her drink.
God, her chest was getting sore, she realized, and groped at her left tit. She realized she was doing so while hip to hip with Cody and blushed, snatching her hand away, but he just chuckled. "Do you want some help?" he asked, and she let a sigh of relief out that it was okay, it wasn't weird. She nodded.
He reached a hand over - a very big hand, she realized for the first time, and blushed at the idea of those fingers somewhere very intimate - and cupped her breast. As he kneaded it like it was dough, Amanda let her eyes shut and her head droop back. God, it felt nice. It had been a long time since someone had touched her like that. She was glad they were studying together.
