Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and its characters. I just like to make silly stories about them.

A/N: So I chose Angela and Ben for this virgin scene assignment. I know, so predictable of me. This is unbeta'd, so mistakes are all mine.

I'm turning in now, coz' it's half past 12 midnight on a workday. To my lovely classmates: I'll read your assignments and leave reviews later, after work. Xo

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PTB SMUT UNIVERSITY WEEKLY ASSIGNMENT

WRITING A VIRGIN SCENE

"One caramel macchiato!" I called out. I set the hot drink on the counter, making sure not to spill anything, and then popped the lid on it. A petite girl with curly brown hair smiled up at me gratefully before leaving the coffee house with her red-haired boyfriend. I grinned back. She reminded me so much of Jessica, one of my good friends in high school.

It was a quiet day at work, so I got to have an hour-long break. As I sipped my second caffeine fix for the day, I took out my phone and logged into Facebook. I wasn't the social-networking type of girl, but being away from family and friends kind of made it necessary.

I laughed out loud when I checked my notifications. My younger twin brothers, Josh and Zak, had tagged me in several quirky photos taken during eleventh birthday party in school. I wish I were there, but I had exams and a three-hour drive from UDub to Forks was just not possible. I hoped the wrapped gifts I hid in my closet made up for my absence. I missed them so much.

I missed a lot of people these days. I scrolled through my friends' status feeds and smiled wistfully at a photo of Jess and Mike eating ice cream at a carnival. My other classmates looked similarly happy and well-adjusted to university life. If only Bella had an FB account. Yes, she and I e-mailed each other regularly, but it would have been nice to see a picture of her and Edward in New Hampshire.

Just when the feeling of nostalgia started to creep up on me, I glanced at a picture of me and Ben at the beach. His genuine smile always had the power to erase my negative thoughts even when he wasn't around. Loneliness gave way to excitement as I thought about tonight.

It was our second anniversary. Wow. It felt like only yesterday when we declared ourselves under the glittering disco lights at junior high prom, yet it was as if we had loved each other forever. However, this day wasn't just important because it marked another year of us together. On this day, we were taking our relationship to a whole new level.

I thought about the box of pills and the new set of lace undergarments in my bedside table drawer, so different from the usual boring but practical cottons I favored. The warmth on my cheeks had nothing to do with the steaming mug in my hands. Suddenly, seven o'clock seemed so far away.

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"You look beautiful, Ang," Ben said, reaching up for a hungry kiss.

I returned his kiss with fervor, but reluctantly pulled back while laughing breathlessly. "Whoa there, Romeo. Don't we have a reservation at a fancy restaurant somewhere? We better go before we get too carried away."

He sighed as if he didn't want to go, but he dutifully opened the passenger door of his black Dodge Neon. I settled into the soft leather seat then looked up to see his dark eyes intense behind his horn-rimmed glasses. My heart skipped a beat.

"Tonight." His whisper was a thrilling promise. It filled my body with nervous anticipation.

We arrived at the restaurant and were seated in one of the private alcoves. As we waited for dinner, we talked about mundane things: the weather, classes, new friends. We joked and laughed about the weird guy in the library who talked to himself, as well as the professor who loved wiping his chalk-covered hands on his black trousers. We appeared like any other couple in the room, but under the surface a storm was brewing.

Throughout dinner, I went through the motions, but my mind whirled with a medley of discordant thoughts. Excitement morphed into uncertainty, then changed to desire, and then to anxiety. As minutes turned to hours, I began to second-guess myself. I loved Ben with everything I had, and there was no one else I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I was insanely attracted to him, too.

Ever since we'd started dating, we'd done more than just kiss—even if living under a Pastor's roof prevented us from actually doing the deed. So we weren't complete innocents in that aspect.

Why then did my desire to be with him in every way possible seem so daunting?

Maybe it was because of that ever-present fear of the unknown, or the reality that this could change our relationship for the better or worse. It could even be the concept of trusting someone so completely that clashed with the instinct to preserve the self.

We shouldn't have planned this. We should have just gone with the flow, done it when the urge struck. At least if we were more spontaneous, I wouldn't end up in a mess of quivers.

Ben took my hand and squeezed it. "I think it's time for presents."

I took mine out, sliding it across the table toward him. He opened it and his eyes lit up.

I was incredibly lucky to have a boyfriend who was so easy to please. I didn't spend as much as I had originally wanted, but getting the latest volume in his favorite comic series made him so happy that you would think I gave him a Rolex.

"My turn," he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "This is my way of thanking you in advance, for giving me something so precious. I am honored."

I tore at the wrappings, and I couldn't believe what I saw. A startled laugh escaped my mouth, and my fears were instantly pushed to the back of my mind.

I held in my hands a light blue statement shirt. It read, "World's Best Girlfriend."

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I stepped into the girls' dorm, my previous nerves slithering back. I thanked the heavens the hallways were deserted at this time of night. I led him to my room and locked the door behind him.

He looked around, smiling. "You cleaned up," he commented, amused at its suddenly immaculate state. When I didn't respond, he turned to me. "What's wrong, baby?" he said softly, cupping my face in his hand.

"I'm scared," I admitted. "First time jitters, I guess."

"Me, too," he said. "I'm scared that I might screw up, since I've never done this before. But do me a favor, will you?" When I nodded, he continued, "Don't stop loving me, okay?"

"Never," I replied, bending down to kiss him.

I gave up all thought, giving in to the here and now. I let my body speak its own language as it tried to reach out to his. I did what came naturally, and even with the awkward pauses and occasional bumping, we were all right.

Somehow we had moved to the edge of my bed, and had divested each other of clothes. I fell back on my purple mattress, breaking our kiss. He paused to admire my cream-colored lingerie before removing them, his eyes impossibly wide, his cheeks flushed. "So beautiful," he echoed my very thought, running his hands along my sides.

Tentatively, he explored my body first with his hands, and then his mouth. I lay back, opening my whole self to his attention and closing my eyes when the desire he evoked became unbearable.

His lips and fingers ghosted over my stomach. It fluttered involuntarily at the extraordinary sensation. I was torn between the urge to shy away and the desire to stay, but the latter won out. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped me as his touch became firmer, more sure.

His hands grew bolder. They slid lower and lower until—I burst out in laughter.

"That's not the reaction I was hoping for," he said wryly.

"Sorry." I took a deep breath. "That tickles!"

He tried again, his fingers exploring the place where no man had gone before. It took several tries, but he finally got it right.

I writhed at the onslaught of pleasure his newfound skill brought me. He watched my rapture with an expression that was a mixture of pride and tenderness, and I fell in love with him all over again.

"Please," I implored shakily. "I'm ready."

He nodded, his face a mask of deep concentration. I touched his knitted brows lightly, causing them to relax.

"I love you," he whispered as he entered me.

He was incredibly gentle when he moved inside me. I could see the strain on his shoulders as he tried to go as slow as he could. I ran my hands over his arms in assurance. It wasn't very comfortable, but it wasn't unpleasant either. "It's okay," I whispered.

His pace gradually increased as his hesitation disappeared. His eyelids drooped, his jaw slackened. It wasn't long before he came, and it was something I wouldn't forget for a long time.

We lay wrapped in each other until his heartbeat and breathing slowed to normal. "Hey." I gave him a happy grin. "Not bad."

He nodded his agreement. "Sorry you didn't get to…"

I shrugged. "I'm sure we'll figure it out."

"Maybe with more practice?"

I laughed at his hopeful tone. "Yes. Sounds like a plan."