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Finals time was the one time when Staci regretted being a student. It was the only time that she was visibly agitated. She was stressed out to the max and incredibly irritable. Writing an essay for a final was no big deal. In fact, she had finished two of the three she had to write for her class finals before the long weekend. Her fingers could fly effortlessly over the keys and she could finish a 10-page paper in a matter of hours. But, with tests, it was entirely different. Her blood pressure always seemed to fluctuate, the tiniest transgression causing her to fly off the handle and raise her pressure up to the point of her head throbbing. Then she would have to spend time calming down so that she could concentrate again. It was unhealthy, she knew, and something her mother and her doctor warned her about, but it was something that she just couldn't control. It was a far-sight better than having panic attacks during her tests like she used to, well, in her opinion.
Maia had once described Staci's finals behavior as her 'Dr. Jones and Ms. Hyde moments.' It was hard to argue with that, knowing herself as she did. One moment she could be laughing and enjoying someone's company, the next she was ripping them a new asshole. Her friends had finally given up hanging around Staci at all the day before a test, knowing that as soon as the test was over, she would return to her old, fun-loving self.
At the present moment, Staci felt like tearing her hair out or jumping out of her window. She had the study guide in front of her and she knew the material like she knew her phone number, but at that moment, she couldn't recall half of the things she learned in class.
Staci's hands were buried in her hair as she was trying to remember Piaget's theory of development, something she had learned in undergrad, when the sound of her cell phone startled her out of her thoughts. Staci growled and snatched up the phone, flipping it open before she gruffly answered, "What?"
Matt could hardly contain his grin. It seemed as if what Jesse had been telling him the day before was true. His Ana was as mean as a rattlesnake when she had a big test to take. "Is that any way to answer the phone, Ana? What if it was your mother?"
Staci could hear the smile in his voice and it irked her. "My mother wouldn't call me today. She knows better."
Matt laughed. "Apparently I don't know any better, angel. Maybe you should try to teach me. Hey, I know. We should play dress up. You can be the sexy schoolmarm and I'll be the devilishly handsome pupil that you can't resist. I'll even let you spank me with your ruler."
Staci tried to block out the mental images that bombarded her. Most of them involved Matt with his pants down, bent over her desk, his ass cheeks reddened by her hand. He really did have a beautiful behind. "What do you want, Matt? I'm trying to study."
"Let me in. I'm outside your apartment and I come bearing gifts."
Staci stood and marched to her window, not really believing him. She peered out into the parking lot, spotting him standing beside his car with a picnic basket in one hand, cell phone in the other. "What the fuck? I thought I told you not to come until tomorrow."
"I missed you, angel. I didn't get to wake up to your lovely face this morning and I realized I was missing out on something incredibly beautiful. I couldn't wait to see you again, so as soon as I got off of work, I drove up."
Staci sighed. It was hard to be mad at Matt when he was saying such things, stressed or not.
"Besides, weren't you the one who was worried about seeing enough of me? I'll only stay as long as you allow, but I think you'll like what I've got in store for you," Matt added.
"You do realize I have a test tomorrow that I need to study for, right? The most you'll get is five minutes."
"Give me ten."
"I'm not bargaining with you. You'll get as much as I'm willing to give you and right now that's five minutes."
Matt caught the serious tone in Staci's voice and decided to drop it. As much as he liked riling his Ana up, he was there to help her relax, not work her into a frenzy. "So you're going to let me up? Great. I'll be right there, my angel."
Staci closed her phone and watched Matt stroll confidently up to her door. His sandy brown hair being tossed about by the wind, his lips quirked up into a smug smile, his broad frame making her itch to be held. She was a sucker for Matthew Rosenbloom, that fact had become obvious. Staci wasn't sure that she would have let any of her friends up but there was something about Matt that made her want to let him come up into her apartment, and let him deep into her life. She wanted to be around him and soak in his presence, his voice, and his laugh. She wanted that more than anything, and it scared her. Staci pushed the button to open the front door and waited for Matt to arrive at her doorstep.
Matt walked up towards Staci's apartment, reminiscing about the first time he climbed those stairs. That was the night that things changed between him and his Ana. She opened up to him, allowing him to taste her, to run his hands up and down her curves, and he loved every second that he got to experience his Ana that night. It was a shame that Kathy interrupted. Tonight, things were different. He wasn't looking to sleep with her, he wanted to soothe her worries away.
After talking to Jesse about his Ana's finals behavior, Matt devised a plan to help her relax. If she could relax a bit, he knew she would be able to study better and feel more confident going into the test. He had packed up the essentials, stopped by the store to pick up a few more things on his way up to campus, and by the time he had pulled into the parking lot, he was ready.
When he reached her door, a familiar sight greeted him. Staci stood there, her arms crossed, with that same steely look of contempt on her face that had greeted him the first time he came to her apartment. In fact, she had on the same silky pajama pants with the little hearts on it and a tank top that exposed a hint of midriff. It was like déjà vu and as such, Matt didn't see the harm in recreating the scene a little more.
Staci looked up into his smoky gray eyes and knew that she was in trouble. Before she could react, his lips were upon hers and his tongue was pleading its case for entrance. He backed her into the apartment, closing the door with his foot, before whirling them around, effectively trapping Staci between himself and the door. The basket in his hand dropped to the floor as his hands made the familiar journey, under that flimsy tank top that drove him crazy, to cup her luscious breasts and tease her chocolate brown nipples.
Staci gasped as his digits began to roll her nipples, pulling and teasing, a moan escaping to be swallowed by Matt's mouth. His tongue was in her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny before inviting her own tongue to do the same. Their lips met again and again and Staci couldn't even find the willpower to break away and bitch at Matt for interrupting her studies. She would much rather be kissed senseless than study anyway and besides, she wouldn't let it go too far. She could hear the little voice inside her head laugh at that thought, but she ignored it.
Matt's mouth moved lower, nipping her neck and her shoulder, before it latched onto a nipple. His hands worked her tank top off and threw it over his head.
"Matt..." Staci's breathless plea was answered with a soft bite on the side of her breast.
Matt worked her entire tit over before moving on, his tongue playing in the valley between her breasts and then encircling her other nipple. Tonight, there would be no interruptions and Matt was glad for that. His hands almost met around her waist as he picked her up and settled her against the door. Staci wrapped her legs around Matt's muscular body, locking her feet behind him.
