Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the queen of the Twilight kingdom and its inhabitants. I am merely a court jester spinning tales at the risk of sounding like a fool. ;)

A/N: So almost a year ago shit happened and I had to gracelessly drop out of PTB Smut University 2012 and stop writing and reading and commenting on my classmates' works (which were the high points of my days). Then today I woke up and felt this urge to go back to the lessons and my writings and realized how much I'd missed when I left school. I'd stopped doing what I loved to do what was necessary. ;(

Now that the shit at the most part has blown over, I want to continue learning the rest of the lessons. The upside is that I don't have a deadline to beat anymore, which would give me more hours of sleep than when I was submitting assignments last year. ;P The downside is that the sense of urgency is gone, and in the past I always seemed to work best when I was cramming.

I hope that won't be the case today. I hope that the extra time will help me absorb the lessons better and write to the best of my ability.

I won't have my assignments beta'd to make up for the lack of deadlines. I shall also do my best to read the other students' assignments and comment even if I'm a year late. Better late than never, right?

Anyways, the following is a mix of truth and fiction. I leave it to you to guess which parts happened in real life and which are just plain storytelling. :)

PTB SMUT UNIVERSITY WEEKLY ASSIGNMENT

REALISM

Riley comes to me at dawn, when the first rays of the sun force my newborn army into halfhearted hiding. It's just the two of us, and I know the inevitable is coming.

He is beautiful. Despite the things we've been doing, he has an innocence about him that can be very compelling. Strangely though, I am unmoved. He kisses me hungrily, as if he'd missed me after I left for Texas. Silly boy. I only respond when he starts getting rough. He bites my lip and squeezes my breast until I feel the pain I so crave. I have taught him well.

Closing my eyes, I can almost pretend that it is James' strong shoulders under my hands, his erection pressing against my belly. A drawn-out moan escapes me, and I can sense that this excites him too as his movements grow more urgent and he pushes me to the hard concrete floor. His lips leave mine and he undresses me while I just lie back, playing the passive role. I always loved it when he took charge. Oh, James…

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he says, and the illusion is shattered.

I open my eyes angrily, seeing Riley, not James. Next time I'll make sure that the idiot doesn't say a single word. It's too late though. The mood has passed and I have half a mind to stop him.

But the plan that took form during my absence reasserts itself and I realize what a perfect opportunity this is to put it into action. I have to get along with Riley. I should give him what he wants, gain his trust. When he believes in me completely he will execute the plan without any questions. Only then can I finally avenge the only man I had ever and will ever love.

If only I could return Riley's affection, I would not be so miserable. Yet he only loves the part of me that I allow him to see, which is half-truth and half-fantasy.

I watch Riley try his damnedest to please me with what he has learned under my tutelage and I feel sad. He is the perfect mate: strong, attractive, undemanding, passable in bed, and unswervingly loyal to me. But he is not James.

The next few minutes are a bit disappointing but not unpleasant. I've been though worse during my stint as a lady of the evening, back when I was still human. Riley becomes a little clumsy in his haste. He impales me with his cock and grinds his teeth while setting a punishing rhythm. I quickly slip into the role of a hooker; I pant and whimper and say he is the best lay ever. My palms smooth over his arms and his back and then I penetrate his skin with my long nails, a surefire method to make him come.

It doesn't take long. His cries pierce the silence while I draw out his orgasm with a skill honed by the challenging lover I had before him. I flip him onto his back and replace my pussy with my lips and tongue around his cock, sucking the come still shooting from the tip. His dazed eyes follow my ministrations and he grins happily as I swallow until he has nothing more to give.

"You are incredible," he whispers with unmistakable awe in his voice.

I smile at him, immensely gratified despite the lack of sexual satisfaction on my part. He is ridiculously easy to please.

If we both survive the battle ahead of us, I might keep him on. He is a quick and eager learner and I will enjoy teaching him the rest of what I know. I have no doubt he will agree to anything to make my erotic dreams come true, even if it means pretending to be someone he is not.

Most of all, his adoration is a balm for my broken heart.