Hey! So this is my attempt at the first homework assignment for the PTB Smut University. The assignment was action and reaction. We had a prompt of two people dancing by a bonfire. Please go easy on me, smut is not my specialty.

Thank you to kitchmill and Jdifrans1 for all your help! This would have been so terrible without you two.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

Every summer had this expectation of being even more memorable than the last one. It was as if the summer had a lot to live up to, just like having an older brother or sister who was good at everything puts heightened expectations on the younger sibling.

I didn't think it was on purpose, I think it was just the way of life.

My last summer had been full of moving vans, a new house, and the quiet isolation you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy—the feel of the bedroom walls closing in on me, suffocatingly.

I was new and hadn't met anyone yet. I would go around town, awkwardly trying to make eye contact with anyone who looked close to my age. It didn't work. And to top it off, all my neighbors were my parents' age, or older, so they weren't the ideal people to socialize with.

But school changed that. Yeah, it had been rough. But how could your senior year at a new school not be rough? At least I'd made friends, and because of that I had people to hang out with during the summer.

No more isolation and chats about 401(k)s with the aging 'rents.

I felt as if this summer was going to live up to its expectations. And I didn't know how true that was until I found myself getting felt up under the stars one hot June night.

Edward Cullen was the college guy. I mean, technically we were all college students now, but he was a college guy when I was still a young high schooler. I had heard about him, but had never actually met the guy. Instead, the stories I kept hearing were making the image of the God in my head keep growing and growing and growing. There was no way in hell he could have been that perfect in real life.

And he wasn't, but he was sure as hell close.

His hair wasn't the color of the setting sun, but more of a dirty red clay, the kind you would see drying in the sun in a desert. His eyes weren't the windows to his soul like all my friends were blabbering about, but they were like a Washington forest, green as can be. He wasn't like my friend Emmett either, with the build of a professional wrestler, but from the amount of times I'd grabbed his arms, I knew he was strong.

We met at a bonfire. I was there with a couple of my friends and we were having fun burning god knows what Mike Newton found on his daddy's farm and drinking beer, blasting the new Kenny Chesney album. I wasn't looking for a hookup that night. I honestly just wanted to get wasted and wear my new dress, maybe tease some guys, but that was all. I just wanted to swallow up the freedom of being a college girl now.

However, when you were dancing around, enjoying the buzz, and the Edward Cullen walked up to you, asking to dance, you did not say no. The feel of his fingers entwining in mine as he twirled me about had me wondering if a spark from the fire landed on my skin. The humming his contact gave me was like nothing the alcohol could ever do.

He smelled like wintergreen and something else I couldn't put my finger on, but whatever it was, it made me squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache that was building. The way he made me feel wasn't something instant. I mean, of course there was a reaction, but it was a slow build.

He would do little things to add to the want that was growing like a spark turning into a flame. The way he would keep me in his line of sight had me itching to get back to him. His eyes were so intense as he watched my every move. And the way he would casually pull me into his lap in front of everyone just to put a strand of hair behind my ear before he leaned in for a kiss made me feel cherished.

Maybe I was naive. Maybe he did this all the time, but something about the look of complete vulnerability that passed his face before he whispered in my ear, his breathe engulfing me like a fog, had me following him to the open field, away from our friends. Away from everything I knew and straight to Edward Cullen and the sky painted with stars.

And that was how I found myself lying on the soft grass, the sounds of crickets and the distant southern drawl of Kenny Chesney surrounding me as Edward slid his hand under my dress, ignoring the place aching for him, to instead knead my breasts. He did all this without even disturbing his hungry lips that pressed against mine. This was nothing like the last time I hooked up with someone. Last time had been a lot of fumbling and awkward whispers of apologizes and asking for permission.

Edward didn't ask. He didn't have to; he knew he could have me.

He knew he already did.

I didn't know if this was going to be a one-time thing, and I didn't care. In that moment, I was Edward's and he was mine. Totally and completely.

My nipples hardened under his masterful hands, and I moaned in encouragement as he rolled my peaks between his fingers. The gentle tugging seemed to be attached to a lower area of my body, because I felt the desire burning in my core.

"Edward."My voice was a whisper as I caught my breath in between heated kisses. He must have known the effect he had on me and threw me a bone by pulling back and gazing down at me. His stare was as heated as the flush that covered my skin.

"Yes, Bella?"His voice was hard, as if he was holding back, but his hands were gentle as they cupped my breasts, filling his palm perfectly.

"Touch me."

The stars had nothing on the way Edward's eyes lit up at my whispered command.

"I want nothing more, beautiful."His smile was breathtaking as he, ever so slowly, made his way down my stomach and to the top of my underwear.

"The way you move, Bella…"He hummed as he leaned over me, his nose skimming my neck before he left featherlike kisses against my skin. You would think he had branded me with the way my skin burned from his touch."The way you move is intoxicating. I've wanted you all night."

My panties were ruined. Forever I would remember the way he said he wanted me. I would remember the way his voice held such truth and desire. And I would never forget the way after he said it, he slid his long fingers effortlessly past the elastic of my underwear and plunged them so skillfully into me.

For a second, time stood still. The grass against my skin was soft and smooth, and the weight of this guy leaning over me, to hungrily take the kisses he was so entitled to, was the only thing holding me to the ground. And then he moved his fingers and it felt like the sky was opening up and all the light was starting to pour down on me.

I wasn't saying he was so skillful that I instantly sank into orgasmic bliss, but it was sure as hell amazing.

His skilled work was just as to be expected. He knew how to move just right so he hit the perfect spot inside me. He knew the right words to whisper in my ear as my breathing started to pick up. "You're beautiful, Bella. So beautiful."And he knew just when to add another sinfully delicious finger to make everything that much better.

My legs were shaking and it felt like I was a can of shaken up coke and was about to be opened. I wasn't going to go easy; I was going to explode in pleasure. And it was coming fast.

"Oh, Edward, right there."My voice had taken on a desperate tone as I clutched onto his strong arms. My head flew back into the dirt and my legs opened so wide, if my grandmother were looking down on me she would strike me dead in shame.

But I didn't care.

I couldn't care when the hottest guy I had ever met was working his magic to make me come.

"Come, Bella, I want to see your face as you come all over my fingers."

And that line right there was all it took for me to scream out his name in the middle of a field, under the sparkling stars, and at a bonfire no less. The euphoria I felt as he pulled me over the edge was something I could never do for myself, not in a million years. All the practice I had with working my body was nothing on the way Edward Cullen had commanded it.

I lay there panting, my chest moving up and down at the speed of a runaway train, and all Edward did was stare into my eyes as he licked me off his fingers. If I weren't so exhausted and if this were some lame romance book my mom kept hidden under her bed, I would have come again. Just with the way his lips wrapped around his magical fingers, I would have come.

"Holy shit."That's what I said instead, and he smirked at me.

"That good, huh?"He laughed, his voice playful with just a hint of cockiness.

"That good."I bit my lip, staring into his eyes and realizing the hunger and desperation I was still feeling was mirrored back to me in his eyes.

I inched my fingers up his leg, getting closer to his belt buckle, but his warm hand engulfed mine and instead of leading me to my destination, he threaded his fingers with mine and lay down next to me. I turned my head to the side and took in his profile, seeing his huge smile, until he turned and faced me.

"You don't have to do that, Bella."His voice was soft, like a snowflake floating in the air. So vulnerable, but so beautiful. I wanted to bottle up the way he said my name and keep it for a rainy day.

"But I want to."

He laughed, and it filled my belly to the brim with a warmth of happiness. "Believe me, I want you to. But I just want this to be about you, for now. I will have my turn, like maybe next time."

"You will?"my voice squeaked out.

"Of course. The summer has just started. I would hate to have you get sick of me so soon."

I smiled. I didn't know if I would be getting sick of him anytime soon, especially if we had a repeat performance of what he had just done.

"Besides, what kind of guy would I be if I didn't ask you out on a date?"

I would say the summer was living up to its expectations, and would hopefully be exceeding them soon.