Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to S. Meyer.
PTB SMUT UNIVERSITY WEEKLY ASSIGNMENT
WHERE WERE THESE TEENAGE SEX GODS WHEN I WAS IN SCHOOL?
He was gorgeous. Tall and dark, he was the perfect foil to her golden loveliness. The Ken to her Barbie. The prom king to her queen. The—
"Lauren!" Jessica's stage whisper broke her musings. "Look at that pale creature in the black jacket. The one that just left the front office. She must be the new girl!"
Lauren coolly appraised the newcomer and dismissed her. New Girl was no beauty. At least she had nothing that could compete with the elegance she was born with.
And then he appeared out of the blue, striding by New Girl. His brown eyes lit up with interest and followed her retreating form until she was out of sight. He said something to Austin which made him answer, "No way, Tyler!" They both laughed.
Lauren bristled. Classes hadn't even started yet and Tyler was already checking out New Girl. He belonged to her, no one else. Yet when their eyes met and he hastily looked away, she knew that wasn't the case anymore. With a sinking heart, she remembered that she had him once, but was stupid enough to push him away.
They knew each other all their lives, but it was sophomore year when she fell in love. She was an emerging social butterfly and he was the next MVP. Their romance was already written in the stars even before they went on their first awkward date. They were inseparable.
Until that fateful night.
"Are you sure you're going to be all right?" her dad asked while waiting for her mom to get in the car.
"Positive. Enjoy your date guys. Happy Anniversary!" She waved at them until the car turned the corner.
Ten minutes later, he was on the front porch.
They fell into her bed in a mass of tangled limbs. It was quite clumsy but it didn't really matter. After all, they were alone on a real bed for the first time. They could be as clumsy as they wanted as long as they finished before dawn.
She never really knew what to expect. She had initially assumed that they would do what they normally did at the back of his car after football practice. But when he showed her the square foil wrapper, she was equal parts scared and delighted.
"Tyler…" She stared at the object with wide green eyes. "Are you sure?"
He shrugged. "We may not have another chance. Do you trust me?"
A pause. "Yes."
He trembled in his excitement but forced himself to calm down while he spread her legs and touched her with practiced strokes. He had made her come this way numerous times; he was confident tonight would be no different. He followed his brother's advice to make her come first.
She rode his fingers enthusiastically. There was something so delicious about the forbidden. This thought, along with the eager anticipation of finally becoming his in every way possible, urged her to a very satisfying orgasm.
While she whimpered and moaned, he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He was so hard that it hurt. Her dazed eyes focused and stared at him in fascination when he fumbled with the condom.
Then he gradually guided his cock to her entrance. "Shit," he exclaimed. He never knew it could be this tight. He resisted the urge to ram into her balls-deep knowing he might hurt her or he might not make it. "Easy, easy…"
She tensed at the invasion. "Wait, stop!"
"What?" he forced out through gritted teeth as he stilled himself. "You okay?"
A few deep breaths. "Go on."
He thought he would die of happiness. It was so fucking good. Better than his hand. A hundred times better.
He'd intended to move slowly the first time. Yes, he had everything planned out so he wouldn't mess this up. But he'd never dreamed it could be like this. All good intentions went out the window and he lost control. His cock moved as if it had a mind of its own, plunging into her blissful heat again and again. Before he knew it, it was over.
He collapsed on top of her. Uncomfortable, she nudged him until he rolled onto his side.
She fantasized about this a hundred times but nothing came close to reality. "That was quick."
"I'm sorry Babe. You felt so good," he mumbled.
He took off the condom and she could see his flaccid cock. It was smaller than she'd imagined. "Foot my ass," the words tumbled out of her mouth.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"You said something about a foot?" he insisted.
She sighed. Well, he asked for it. "Jessica said cock size was proportional to feet. You have big feet, so I assumed…"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Never mind."
"You mean you don't think I'm big enough for you, Miss Fake Tits?" He was glaring at her now.
She blushed, remembering when he first discovered the pads under her bra. It wasn't her fault that she wasn't gifted in that area. "Says the guy who came after two seconds," she retorted.
"I said I was sorry, okay? Jeez." He reached for his jeans.
"Where are you going?" She sat up, covering her exposed chest with a blanket before he could say something mean again.
"I'm going home."
She watched him leave, torn between sending him to hell and begging him to stay. In the end, pride won.
He had his pride too. He never picked her up in the mornings, never called.
They ignored each other in the hallways. They avoided their friends' questions. It was a tug of war of sorts, and whoever held out longer won.
She lost.
She missed him terribly. She acknowledged that no matter what they had said to each other, she still loved him. He was her soulmate. She wanted him back.
But he was done. He dated other girls, and apparently his performance improved over time. She listened to secret conversations in the bathroom, thinking, 'that should have been me.'
He was cutting a swath through the females of Forks High, but sadly it did not include her.
And now there was New Girl. Was he thinking of having her as well?
Lauren shook her head.
Over her dead body.
