PTB SMUT UNIVERSITY

Homework Assignment #1

By the Light of the Campfire

He twirls me around the bonfire, the firelight flickering, and we dance as if we don't have a care in the world. His hair shines more bronze in the orange hue of the flames, silky and slightly longer than when I first met him. His muscles taut from hiking trips through the piney trails and other camp activities he guided. Edward, three years my senior, has stolen my heart and my virginity during the summer of 2014 at Camp Camden.

Smoky essence of the burnt wood spiraling to the heavens clings to every fiber of my being, bringing back memories of camping trips with my family. Back then it meant roasting marshmallows, making sweet, gooey S'mores—tummy aches from eating too many, and bug bites on skinny ankles. But inhaling the familiar scent means something entirely different in this moment; it is secret looks, hidden smiles, and sweet belly-nervous anticipation.

This is no weekend camping trip though; it's our entire summer.

Knowing the scent of the fire will linger on me far longer than our tryst in the woods makes my smile falter.

I never want these moments to end.

I keep telling myself that the connection we have formed and the memories we are making are so deep that the miles between us won't matter—until we can see one another again. But a niggling ache surfaces when I start thinking of our impending separation. The inevitability of when Edward and I have to part to go home makes me uneasy.

Edward's large hand captures my smaller one, coaxing me gently from our friends, bringing me to our secret hide away. His soft lips touch my ear whispering, "We have the evening together," giving butterflies flight in my middle. I know our time is limited tonight because our duties as camp counselors are never-ending.

The kids will miss us before long.

Occasionally, we have backup help in the form of entertainment provided by Emmett and Alice—a diversion for our lovemaking.

The tilt of Edward's smile is mischievous when we make it to our niche between the towering pines. I feel insignificant amongst the trees while feeling exactly the opposite under the arm of the boy who towers over me. He twirls me in graceful circles to the musical sounds coming from the glowing logs. Light on my toes, like feathers floating in a breeze, we show our love through fluid movements in the dark of the night. Movements taught to me over the last few months by the boy with the mossy green eyes.

He ends our dance by bringing me to his solid chest, and I know he feels the beat of my heart as his arms hug me tight, and I can hear his pulse under my ear.

"Just breathe," he says.

And I do, burying my nose into his chest. I want him more than the breath I just took.

The wicked heat rising off of the charred logs does nothing more than intensify the moment when he leans down, resting his forehead against mine.

"I couldn't wait another minute for time alone with you. It's our last night here, babe."

The endearing name he only calls me when we are alone sends a trail of goose bumps down my body and puts a bittersweet ache in my heart.

I nod, looking into eyes that match the color of the pine trees surrounding us. The man had captured my attention the day I stepped off the bus at camp. His stance had commanded authority, but his eyes had told a different tale.

Playful.

Funny.

Sexy.

The connection between us from the first moment my feet hit the dusty gravel, I knew this summer would be unforgettable. If I could write a fairytale, this would be it. Edward, my prince, will forever change me.

Soft cotton brushes my skin as he peels my sundress from my body with nervous gentle hands. Soft mounds and pink nipples greet him, earning me a lustful gaze.

"What?" I ask as my eyes lower, suddenly taking an interest of the dried pine needles beneath my feet. I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, still shy when Edward undresses me.

My eyes meet his when the pad of his index finger lifts my chin. My answer comes in the form of a slight shake of his head with lips pursed together as if he's trying to be strong.

"Don't. It's just me."

Edward's thumb grazes one of my protruding nipples followed by his hot mouth capturing the other.

"I'm going to miss your mouth," I confess with short intakes of air. His lips are all consuming, teasing and gentle on my sensitive nipple.

Releasing the nipple he's worshiping with his tongue, he asks, "and that's all?"

"Well … I might miss this too." My hand travels slowly down his chest, nervous at how bold I am in this moment. When my fingers leisurely pass over the button of his cargo shorts, stopping on his erection, I steal a glance at him through my dark brown lashes.

"Hmm. That's all I am to you? A piece of meat?" He smiles, teasing me, his hand pressing my hand into the hardness covered by his cargos, making my heart skip a beat.

I shake my head. Edward knows how I feel. Lord, he feels the same way. We declared our love for one another three weeks ago over a leftover brownie Shelly Cope gave Edward from the camp kitchen.

"I'll miss the treats you seem to acquire for us too." I giggle as his long fingers tickle my sides, making me squeal and squirm from his touch.

Scooping me up into his arms, Edward walks us to underneath one of the trees close by, lying me down on the soft blanket he must have stashed earlier when he started the bonfire. Taking the hem of his camp tee, he pulls it off in one quick motion, tossing it aside. His long, lean body hovers inches above me, and I ache for the delicious weight of him.

"Don't forget about us," he tells me, kissing my lips softly before our bodies make contact.

"Never," I whisper, my love evident.

My hands rub soothing patterns over his shoulder blades, his lips kiss at my hairline, and then my hands ghost down lower to the band of his cargos. Tears pool in the corner of my eyes when it finally hits me that this is the last rendezvous Edward will be taking me on this summer. If what he tells me is true, then I have nothing to worry about, but the next time I'll see him will be many months away, making my tears spill over the rim of my eyes.

Edward catches a tear with his thumb, wiping away the evidence of my emotions. "I love you," he whispers the soft words in my ear and then kisses just below on my neck. "Don't cry."

"I love you too, and I can't help it."

I reach to unfasten his shorts, incapable of waiting any longer to feel him pressing into me. His hands help with the button, but I manage the zipper on my own. My hands slip into the fabric at his hips, pushing it, smoothing a path down his muscled thighs, taking his boxers down as I go.

As he sits up to remove his clothing completely, he stares into my eyes. No words are needed; I can see the love. Licking his lips as he discards the material gripped in his hand, he lays beside me. His fingers are rough from his work here at the camp, but I welcome all the feelings he's providing. With each trail down my chest to my belly button and then back up again, he creates arousing sensations deep within my core. The sweet taste of his tongue as he explores my mouth is intoxicating, making my sex weep with desire.

"I'll miss your tongue too," I admit quietly.

There's suddenly a glimmer in his eyes, and his body covers mine once again, this time kissing a path to where I want him the most. I close my eyes tightly. Edward has never kissed me there, and I don't know what to expect. His elbows nudge my legs apart as his hands wrap around my thighs. I feel completely open, nothing hidden from his beautiful eyes. An intimate cry escapes my mouth as Edward's tongue touches my outer lips for the first time. I hear him inhale, taking in the scent of my arousal and then moan when his tongue delves deeper into my folds.

His tongue is soft as he circles and explores my most sacred area. An overwhelming feeling of giving myself completely to the one I love deepens in this very moment. There is nothing else to discover about me; he already knows all my secrets, dreams and aspirations.

My body starts to tremble as he makes love to me with his tongue. The quick movements in and out of my body make me groan.

"That's it." He stops just long enough to coax me with his words.

Two of Edward's fingers take the place of his tongue and pump in a rhythm that matches the flicking of his tongue on my clit.

"Don't stop," I plead. And he doesn't. My hands grab at Edward's silky hair, keeping him firmly where I need him. The sensation is something I've never felt before. It's different than when we make love in the traditional way. This is much more intimate with his nose buried into my mound and my legs spread wide while his tongue loves me between my sensitive folds. His fingers are doing their part by rubbing and pressing into me bringing me to an ultimate high.

My screams of passion echo through the woods, and momentarily I hope no one can hear how much I am enjoying our last time together. But those thoughts are quickly forgotten when I'm soaring much higher than the trees surrounding our little blanket as my orgasm rocks me to my core. My body arches and my thighs squeeze around Edward's head as my insides pulse around his fingers.

Tears slide down my face from the intense connection between me and my lover. He withdraws his fingers from me and smooths his hands over the dips of my hip bones and then up towards the swell of my boobs.

"I've wanted to try that for a while now," Edward admits as he scoots his body up until we are face to face.

"I … I'm glad you did," I say, still trying to catch my breath. Our lips are inches apart, and I can smell my musky scent when his breath washes over me.

"I should have done that a lot sooner."

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks because I agree. After feeling how soft and gentle his mouth was on my sensitive flesh, I want to do that more—lots more. But I know this is the first and last time that will happen until we can meet again.

Sensing my sadness, he says, "This isn't the last time I'll taste you on my tongue." His arm braces the weight of his body as his hips move back and forth, rubbing his hardness between my folds. His fingers thread through my hair as he enters my slick body, his thumb circling at my temple.

"Promise?" I whisper into the night. I take in every minute of what's happening between us and place it into a mental folder, hoping this isn't the last of anything but the start of our forever. The kisses he leaves on my skin start out soft before escalating into frenzied nips and sucks as his hips move faster, seeking more friction.

Long fingers leave my hair to grab for my leg, placing it over his shoulder. Holding me tightly, he pants loudly in my ear, matching my moans of pleasure.

"Come for me, babe." He sucks my nipple into his mouth, holding it with his teeth as his tongue swirls around my hardened peak, making me arch my back in ecstasy. His hips are still grinding into me; he's deep inside my body pumping frantically, trying to satisfy us both. I'm not sure if it's the realization that I may never feel this again but all my nerve endings are turned on high. I come with an earth shattering cry, releasing every bit of emotion I'm feeling. My nails dig into the soft skin of his back trying to pull him closer to me.

"Fuck," Edward cries, his eyes shut as his orgasm rips through him. He throbs as my body milks and accepts every drop of his release. He kisses the side of my neck as he relaxes.

"Don't think we're done," he whispers, sending chills and thrills from my head to my toes. "Our night has just begun.

I'll never forget the soothing sounds of the forest as Edward lays his head on my chest, hugging me into his body after our night of lovemaking. These are the sounds and the scents I'll always want to remember when I go camping. The S'mores and bug bites taking second fiddle to the delicious memories of us by the campfire.