PROJECT TEAM BETA'S SMUT UNIVERSITY 2012

PRE-ASSIGNMENT

DISCLAIMER: All recognizable characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

A/N: The following are my assignments for the PTB SmutU 2012. I'll use canon pairings and try my very best to meet each professor's challenge.

I can't thank my lovely PTB betas enough for helping me through my first lemon. Afmtoo's and Darcysmom's keen eyes miss nothing!

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I sighed for the umpteenth time since I'd turned off the bedside lamp. I turned to the nightstand and looked at the clock.

1:15 a.m. Holy crap! I'd been awake in bed for over three hours.

My mind had been filled with so many thoughts lately that each night I found it harder and harder to fall asleep. In the two weeks since Edward and I had announced our engagement, my life had been turned upside down

Alice, Edward's sister, had begun the wedding preparations almost immediately after I gave her the go signal—though I suspected she might have done it a bit earlier than that, behind my back—and she'd enlisted the help of both my family and hers. Although I should have nothing to worry about in that respect, since they so obviously had everything under control, I still couldn't help worrying that she might go overboard along the way.

On top of that was the troubling news of Jacob's disappearance after receiving our wedding invitation. I knew my best friend objected to my upcoming marriage to Edward, but I had foolishly hoped that he would set aside his misgivings and respect my decision. I was wrong. Now he was gone, presumably in his wolf state, brooding and God-knows-where. I missed him terribly.

And to top it all off, my beloved truck, that old red Chevy that had seen me through the worst moments of my life, finally huffed its last breath. I immediately thought of Edward as a possible culprit. After all, didn't I promise him I would accept any car he bought me if ever my Chevy finally broke down? Alas, Edward was out hunting with his brothers, so I would have to wait for his return before I could confront him about it.

With this mess of jumbled thoughts constantly playing repeatedly in my head, it was no wonder I couldn't sleep well at night. I doubted I could sleep at all if Edward wasn't here every night, lulling me to sleep with his soft voice singing my song or reading lines from my favorite book. Lately though, I had another uneasy thought looming over me that even Edward's presence could not calm. In fact, Edward being there made it even worse.

I thought about one particular part of our agreement, which I had so passionately fought for and felt so much satisfaction over when he had conceded. I had been so sure it was what I wanted. But now I was having second thoughts.

Yes, I did want to be intimate with Edward before he changed me. Even if we had to wait until our wedding night to do it, as long as it was finally happening I was happy. But then I realized how little I knew about it all. Sure, I knew the basics, I'd seen some stuff in movies, and I'd heard other people talking about it. But hearing or reading about it was far different from experiencing it firsthand.

It was like riding a bike. When Charlie gave me my first bicycle as a Christmas present after I turned seven, I was so thrilled. I started reading everything I could find about bikes. But nothing could have prepared me for my first fall or for the grueling riding lessons with Charlie. Nor could it have prepared me for the exhilaration I felt when I finally found my balance and went flying through the streets.

The fact that I was so lacking in the sex department worried me. What if I was hopeless in bed? What if I was frigid? If I wasn't able to satisfy Edward, would he leave me after all?

No. I would not allow that to happen. Edward and I belonged together. I was sure our love would translate into the physical aspect of our relationship. It was only a matter of preparation, I realized. Maybe I just needed a little bit of practice.

Since the object of my affection was away, I decided to do it by myself first. I knew Edward would be the last person to agree with my idea to practice. He was scared enough that he was going to kill me accidentally on our wedding night, with him being a vampire and all; I seriously doubted he would risk doing it during a practice session.

As I began planning my approach, I got more and more convinced that I was on the right track. I heard my classmates saying that sleep came naturally after sexual gratification. Maybe this could cure my bouts of insomnia as well.

I knew it had to be as realistic as possible. So I padded quietly down to the kitchen, careful not to wake my father from his peaceful slumber. I took out a mixing bowl from the cupboard, and filled it with water and some ice. I went back up to my bedroom, noting with relief that Charlie was still snoring away. How awkward it would be if he woke up and caught me! I resolved to be as quiet as possible and locked my door as an afterthought.

I shut the windows firmly and locked them too. It was not particularly chilly but I still didn't want to risk getting a cold. My room was on the second floor and the chances of me being seen by someone outside was close to nil, but I closed the blinds anyway. What I was about to do seemed so naughty that it made me feel both excited and paranoid at the same time.

I took off every article of clothing I had on, folding them neatly on the chair beside my desk. I took my bath towel from its hook beside the door and placed it on the bed. Then I set the bowl of ice water on the bedside table and dimmed the lights. I climbed on bed and pulled the covers to my chin.

Now what? Where do I start?

After a few minutes of pondering, I decided to get a good look at what was down there before I tried anything. I had to familiarize myself with the landscape, after all. But how to go about it? Then I had an idea. I hopped off of bed and grabbed a small oval mirror from my desk. It had a stand at the back that fit my purposes exactly. I set it on the mattress between my feet and adjusted it. I then leaned back on the pillows, spread my thighs and bent my knees, taking a tentative peek.

Oh my. So that was how my pussy looked. It didn't look as clinical as those pictures in biology books in class. In fact, it looked soreal. It was the first real pussy I'd ever seen, since I was not in the habit of watching porn. I admitted that I was very much fascinated with it and instantly turned on. I now understood why people compared pussies to flowers. Mine looked so pretty, so delicate. I hoped Edward would think so too when he finally saw it.

Thinking of Edward looking at my pussy aroused me further, and I could see a sticky wetness pool at my entrance. I suddenly wanted to touch it. With one hand I spread my pussy lips, and with the other I touched my fingertips to the wetness, spreading it to the surrounding flesh and felt a shock of pleasure through my lower belly. It was so warm but felt deliciously cool as the air hit it. I slid my fingers around it in a circular motion, testing the sensations on each bit of skin that I touched. It seemed off somehow, and then I remembered how I should pretend that it was Edward touching me.

I reached toward my nightstand and dipped my fingers into the ice-cold water, then resumed my exploration. The cold stung my heated flesh at first, but then it gradually dulled to a numbing, throbbing sensation. I closed my eyes, easily picturing Edward fingering me, or even licking me with his cold wet tongue. I felt myself getting wetter, the hot sticky juices spreading onto my hand. I dipped my fingers into the cold water some more and spread the cool wetness upward. When I hit my clit, I gasped.

It was very sensitive, and it hurt a bit. I opened my eyes and looked closely at the reflection in the mirror as I passed my fingers over my clit again. It pulsed, sending hot shivers down my spine, which contrasted with my icy fingers. I inserted one finger into my opening and shuddered at the new wonderful sensation. I pushed it deeper until it hit a resistance. I stopped, wishing I could go further because it felt so good. I added another finger instead and crossed it with the first one. It felt even better.

I alternated between sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy slowly and pressing my clit with my thumb, feeling the pressure build up deep within me. Something was still lacking, though. I took a small ice chip and passed it over my mouth, imagining it was Edward kissing me; over the sides of my neck, over my collarbone. I trailed it on my furiously beating heart, in the valley between my breasts, feeling goosebumps rise in its wake. I cupped one of my breasts, finding my nipple already erect. I twisted it between my fingers, pretending that Edward was sucking it into his plump lips, until the soft pink tip hardened. I whimpered in ecstasy, ignoring my earlier vow of silence.

I was pumping my fingers feverishly now, marveling at the slurping sounds they made and at the delicious, warm, tingling sensation that started at the pit of my belly and spread to my whole body. I couldn't help moaning out loud as I added more pressure to my clit. I didn't care how loud I was becoming; this was like nothing I had ever experienced before. With a stroke of inspiration, I grabbed one of the long, rod-shaped ice blocks from the bowl and pushed it into my pussy, and it almost felt like it was Edward's hard cock deep inside me.

I cried out as my body convulsed and I fell apart. I forgot my name. I forgot everything except for the bliss that threatened to consume me.

When I came down from my high, I removed the wet towel as well as the ice because my pussy was slowly becoming numb. I listened cautiously for signs that I had awoken Charlie with my screams. Surprisingly, he was still snoring.

I couldn't help grinning triumphantly. I wasn't frigid after all—not figuratively, anyway. And if my fingers felt that good, I could only imagine what it felt like if it were actually Edward's long fingers in me, his wet tongue, or his ice-cold cock. Would it be as cold as the rest of his body or would it be warmer? I wondered. Regardless, it would definitely be the best.

Gathering up the covers around me and turning off the light, I fell into my first restful sleep in weeks.

As I slipped into sleep I didn't notice that the window had opened, or that a pair of golden eyes were staring at me in disbelief.