Summary: This is a receptacle for my PTB Smut University homework. All chapters will stand alone, many different pairings, many different sexy situations. Enjoy...

A/N: Hello, dear readers. I've recently signed up for the Project Team Beta Smut University this summer, so this is the place where my homework assignments will appear. Hopefully, it will be fun for my readers to see me exercising my smut muscles in ways they haven't seen before!

Pre-Assignment: Write Something Smutty.

Instead of going with my usual pairings, I'm going out on a limb and doing something I've rarely done before—straight sex! Gasp!

Jared and Kim

"Jesus, I thought that dinner party would never end. Is your uncle always so stuffy?" Jared asked, tugging loose the knot in his tie.

"Pretty much," Kim replied, as they drove back to their modest one bedroom house.

Kim had decided to try something she'd never done before—she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt tonight. It had been strange to be wearing no underwear while her uncle and his lawyer friends had talked about politics and legalese...she felt kind of naughty, even though no one knew but her. Along with the feeling of being sinful, it was liberating to feel unprotected and free, like she was letting it all hang out. However, she was also painfully shy, and she hadn't told Jared what she'd done. She wondered if he would like to know…or if he would think she was being slutty.

She glanced over at her fiancee, taking in the smooth line of his jaw, a light layer of stubble beginning to show. She chewed nervously on her lower lip, finally deciding to throw caution to the wind for once.

"Jared?" Kim's tone was tentative.

"Hmm?" he mumbled, not taking his eyes off the road.

"I...I'm not wearing any underwear." The words came out in a rush.

Jared's eyes widened and he did a double-take at her before turning his gaze back to the road.

"Seriously?" Jared's voice was strained. She nodded, and he shook his head in disbelief. "You?"

Annoyed that he didn't seem to believe her, Kim waited until he glanced her way again, and quickly lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her bare vulva, spreading her legs slightly before dropping the skirt back down to cover herself. She shivered as the breeze the material created wafted over her already slick folds.

If she was going to be daring, now was the time. "I can't wait to get home so you can fuck me."

Jared's jaw dropped and he was instantly hard, his trousers tightening uncomfortably. He was completely taken aback. He loved Kim—he adored her, in fact. But she wasn't the type to be aggressive in bed. She was his sweet, demure and innocent imprint. Jared was usually the one who had to initiate things. Yet here she was, panty-less and talking dirty to him.

He swerved off the road into a darkened alcove and put the car in park, swiftly turning off the engine and killing the headlights.

He turned to face her, his eyes dark with lust. When he spoke, his voice was gruff.

"Why wait till we get home?"

And then he was starting to climb over the center console, unbuttoning his trousers as he went. Kim pulled the lever on the side of her seat to push the seat back as far as it would go to make as much leg-room as possible. Jared settled himself in the space she had made at her feet, and he pulled the other lever so that the seat reclined fully and she was lying horizontal.

Jared pushed the front of her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist, revealing her sex to him. He inhaled sharply and Kim began to feel nervous—anyone could just walk up and see them—but her nerves disappeared when he lapped at her sensitive flesh with one long swipe of his hot, wet tongue. She shivered, and he dove in, prodding at her opening and teasing her small nub with erratic movements, his tongue pointed to give her maximum pleasure. She lost herself to his ministrations, allowing little whimpers to escape her lips. Jared was encouraged by her sounds, and he gave her another long swipe with his wet muscle, the stubble on his chin rubbing gentle against her hyper-sensitive skin. She cried out at the sensation, the slight pain amplifying her pleasure.

He hummed against her and entered her with first one finger, then two. He curled his fingers as he thrust them inside, seeking her elusive g-spot, focusing his tongue on her clit. She bucked her hips against his face and writhed in the seat, her moans growing longer and louder as the coil in her belly tightened to the point of breaking. Running her fingers through his hair, she shoved his face closer and he growled at her forcefulness.

Chancing a look down at him, she saw that his eyes were closed and his expression was blissful. She noticed that while his left hand was occupied between her legs, his right hand was in his own lap, his arm pumping himself rhythmically. Kim registered the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the knowledge that he was stroking himself as he brought her pleasure drove her to the brink. His fingers finally brushed over that hidden spot inside and with a flick and a suck to her swollen nub, she came hard, crying out as her body shuddered in waves with her release. Jared found his own release quickly, emptying himself onto the edge of the seat with a groan.

Jared rested his rough cheek against her naked thigh as they came down from their mutual high. Kim stroked his hair with one hand, rubbing down her own face with the other. She was dazed, but underneath the haze of her bliss, she felt empowered by his reaction to her bold move. She resolved to do this again—many more times.