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Alice had to hit the pause button again. She grimaced at the screen. "That cannot be comfortable...?"

She tilted her head to the side to see if that made it look better - the same way you would a Picasso painting.

It didn't help.

With a deep inhale, she regained her composure and hit the play button. The naked woman on screen resumed thrusting her body up and down as she sat reverse cowgirl over her partner in a chair. Her contrived moans and dirty talk continued, coming off cheaper than her mismatched blonde hair extensions.

Her unnaturally round breasts pounded furiously against her chest as she bounced away and even when the woman used her hands to support them, they were so big that it looked to provide no comfort. Alice just shook her head in horror, eyes glued to the actress.

"Oh my god, they're going to rip off!"

When the scene suddenly cut to the woman sitting on the chair, legs spread wide open for easy access, Alice closed the tab out of boredom. This was not teaching her anything except that maybe she would think twice about ever having a boob job.

After her epic fail with Jasper in his car the night before, Alice had decided that it was time to bring herself up to speed with the rest of her peers. She did not want a repeat of her cowardice so she needed to know more about sex.

Apart from the odd health lesson at school and any love scene in a Hollywood movie, she had absolutely no idea what she was in for. With her limited resources, she figured porn was probably the best learning tool. The problem though, she found, was that there was apparently a lot she wasn't keen on knowing.

Like, for instance, how ugly genitalia were.

She had started her research methodically the night before, trying to learn the basics of a blowjob before moving on to more complicated matters. It was only when she looked at her first video that she realised she'd never seen an actual penis before, only illustrations in textbooks.

So, yesterday evening was dedicated solely to learning more about that. And it was a steep learning curve. Are all guys' private area that ugly? How hard is hard? How do you do the hands-and-lips-moving-in-tandem thing? Where do your teeth go? Do you look at him while you're doing it, or is that weird? How long does it take for it to be over? Should she practice on a banana? And, for the love of god, why don't these girls gag?

The night's viewing had left Alice with more questions than answers, so she stayed up until the early hours of the morning trying to solve the ever-growing puzzle in her mind.

She probably should have just skipped school because she was so preoccupied by the images running through her head that she could barely remember even attending her classes.

What she did learn, however, was that her studies hadn't quite had the intended effect. Alice thought that once she knew what to do when it came to sex, she'd be more comfortable around guys and in her pursuit of them. This turned out to not be the case. In fact, when she first arrived at school and was greeted by Emmett in the parking lot, she had to force herself to not shy away from him physically because she now had photographic detail of what was in his pants and it was weird.

So, you can imagine how awkward it was when she finally crossed paths with Jasper. She would swear that he sensed it too and even gave her more space than usual.

But, now that she was back home, she needed to know more.

She went back to her unorthodox encyclopedia - that is, the porn website - and scrolled through the thumbnails of her latest search. "Nope... Nope... Ew." There were a lot of movies at her disposal, but not many that were good.

She stopped short on one particular image.

"Can legs even do that?" she whispered to herself incredulously.

She didn't have the guts to click on it for fear of learning there was yet something else she was incapable of doing. So she kept searching.

Very little on this particular page was calling to her, so she began to flick through the list of categories the website provided. She'd already trialled a few of them earlier in the night, but most of them just made her cringe. Never had it occurred to her that there could be so many different ways to pleasure someone. Sex was just sex, right?

Wrong. So very, very wrong.

After attempting to find something in the hardcore category, and being utterly shocked by the level of brutality involved, she found out there was such a thing as softcore. And at first glance, that looked a little more promising.

She found a video of a reasonably normal looking couple that seemed to intrigue her, so she clicked on it.

It started off the way most of them did; with the girl giving an enthusiastic blowjob. Alice didn't shy away from the visual of it like she had yesterday. That in itself was progress.

She watched the screen without blinking, making a mental checklist of everything the girl did and how the guy reacted to it.

Ultimately, there wasn't anything new to see, except that this girl was taking it really slow. Was that better than fast? Or did it stop him from finishing so soon?

Fuck. Why is this so difficult?

All of a sudden, it cut to the girl bent over the bed, the guy taking her from behind. He thrust five or six times before it was apparent, with closeup detail, that he was done. Whether or not she was, was irrelevant.

"It's not that fast though, right?" Alice asked the screen.

She watched the fake couple attempt to portray the afterglow with a couple of ginger kisses - the part that Alice seemed to like the most - before the video ended abruptly and turned black.

"Six minutes of blowjob and 30 seconds of everything else. Seems legit," she mumbled to herself before clicking another video.

She began looking with a little more intent this time. She'd seen a number of different bodily positions now, and an even greater number of fellatio techniques, but she felt like something was missing.

Another video caught her attention then. Once loaded, it started with a montage of a well-built man playfully rolling around with his brunette girlfriend in bed. That was at least sweet. Then, the video began.

Starting with a make-out session - which comforted Alice to see that kissing was at least still somewhat important - the couple transitioned slowly into removing their clothes.

She watched the way he ran his fingers through the base of her hair and the way he seemed to just want to touch every inch of her. There was something about the expression in his face that made Alice a little jealous. Could she ever make someone look at her like that?

The movie went on and the couple grew more and more animated.

At one point during their session, off camera, she heard the guy let out an uncontrolled moan. Alice paused and went back to hear it again. And again.

She listened one more time and then paused. She kind of liked that.

That two second snippet of lust did more for Alice than anything else; imagine having the power to make a man lose control like that. She didn't realise it, but she liked it because it was the most genuine thing she'd witnessed all night.

Alice huffed out and took another bite from the sandwich beside her. She barely had any appetite, but she tried to force herself to eat because she knew it was going to be another long night.

As she chewed, she pondered whether or not she would ever be able to stomach doing these things with another person. Moreover, would she ever want to?

And at that precise moment, Jasper popped into her head. And all her x-rated thoughts became sidetracked.

Tomorrow marked the end of the dare and so the end of their fake relationship. Regardless of what she might have wanted to happen, Alice just didn't know where she and Jasper were going to stand from there on.

...

"Thank fuck it's Friday," Emmett remarked, looking around the cafeteria. "I need a weekend."

"Don't forget, we have to work on this assignment, Em," Bella said, chasing her salad around the plate with her fork.

Emmett groaned. "Could we just forget about it for a minute? I am so sick of hearing about this dumb assignment."

"Em," Jasper chastised. "It's not fair to make Bella fail just because you're an idiot."

"Just because you're Valedictorian-"

Jasper's posture changed instantly, his shoulders hunching inwards. "Shut up!" he hissed, leaning over the table and checking to make sure no one else overheard.

"-doesn't mean the rest of us need perfect scores. You got lucky to be paired with this one, Alice."

"Hey!" she squawked, breaking out of her trance. "I hold my own."

Alice had woken up this morning with a new found level of confidence. Maybe it was all the new information she had, maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was realisation that she had better lips than all the porn stars she watched last night. When she'd woken up this morning, the air was warm and there wasn't a cloud in sight, so she the world practically gave her permission to wear less clothing. From her closet, she'd chosen a grey silk camisole with black lace trim that she'd picked up from a charity store months ago, exposing more of her chest than she would usually dare. Paired with her push-up bra that had never been used, she knew this would garner attention. And she felt that it had the intended effect on Jasper because he'd made a point of not looking at her since this morning.

"It's true," Jasper agreed.

"Stop trying to detract from the fact," Edward interjected wryly, "that it's D-Day, Emmett. Alice and Jasper win."

Everyone at the table turned to look at Emmett, waiting for a speech of defeat.

"Any last words before you get crucified for your crimes?" Jasper asked him.

He wanted to nudge Alice, to get her to back him up, but he thought better of it at the last second. She was looking really cute today and, by the looks of it, he was pretty sure she'd paid a visit to Victoria's Secret. He wasn't sure that touching her would do his resolve to remain focused on school any favours.

Emmett continued to make busy with his phone, typing something out quickly. A few moments later, both Alice and Jasper's phones went off with a Facebook notification.

Jasper pulled up the post that they had apparently been tagged in. It was a photo of the two of them sitting next to each other in Psychology and it was captioned with "These two lovebugs make me sick. #adealisadeal #brocode"

He rolled his eyes and handed his phone over to Alice for her to read.

She took the phone delicately, hoping to brush her hand against his or something, but it didn't happen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Emmett throw a sly wink to Jasper, not realising that she could see him.

That gesture gave her just a small glimmer of hope; maybe she did have a shot with the blonde cowboy after all.

"Well, Em," Jasper said, leaning back in his chair. "If you start doing your squats now, you'll have some nice round glutes for graduation."

"My butt is already perfect, thank you very much."

"It could do with some work."

Rosalie turned to Emmett. "If you actually go through with this," she warned. "I'm breaking up with you."

Emmett looked over at Jasper for support, his puppy dog eyes clearly conflicted. Rose's threats were never hollow.

Jasper just denied the silent request with the shake his head. "Bros before hoes, dude."

Emmett turned back to Rose, pretending his hands were figuratively tied in the situation. "Sorry," he said without much heart, much to Jasper's delight.

Rose then deflected to her cousin, then. "Who are you calling a hoe?"

"You."

"You're a -"

"Speaking of hoes," Emmett interjected, not realising the implication of what he'd just said.

Jasper guffawed at the mistake and Rosalie threw a fist into Emmett's bicep. The rest of the table tried to hide their amusement.

"Ow! That's not what I meant," he reasoned. "C'mon, Rose."

Alice watched as Rose just turned her nose up at her boyfriend.

The jock gave up reasonably quickly. "We're all going out next Saturday night, together. As a family. We can celebrate Alice and Jazz finishing their dare and the end of this fu- psychology assignment."

"Oh, we are we?" Edward asked sarcastically. His arm found its way protectively around the back of Bella's chair.

"Yes. We're going to Asylum."

"The nightclub in Miltown?" Rosalie clarified, losing any anger she had moments ago.

"We're all underage," Edward reminded him.

Jasper just shook his head at his best friend. "Not everyone here has a fake ID."

"I know a couple of the bouncers," Emmett dismissed with a wave of his hand. "They can get us in. We'll have a booth and everything. Just not alcohol... So pre-drinks at my place."

Jasper simply shrugged in his usual carefree fashion. "I'm in."

Alice jumped at the opportunity to get dressed up and was ready to see how much damage she could do. She already had the perfect dress for the occasion. "Me too."

This could be fun.

"Cool. You two are in then too," Emmett said, pointing at Bella and Edward. "Next Saturday it is. And Bella?"

She smiled at him. "Yeah?"

"Dresses must be above the ankles."

The whole table laughed, except for Edward.

I'm so incredibly excited for what happens next - it's the part I've been working up to since day 1 of writing this story. It's going to be a lil H-E-C-T-I-C, so I'm thinking that I may have to strap you in for 2 parts at this stage. Anyway, what do you think is going to happen? I'm curious to see if anyone can guess.

Thanks for reading and I'll see you again soon!