The Beauty Mark, Part 7

Forth Down ** The Evolution of Miss Jan Pearson ** #7

by Lazarus

Lazaruspowers69@hotmail.com

"Twenty three spread.....roll right....on two....BREAK."

'Do or die time. 'Third and seven from the Parkway thirty-eight. Settling
in behind Jake Matthews big strong rump, I checked the defense. Yep.
They had set Leroy Parsons over Bubba again and he had been giving my
big tackle fits. Leroy had the college scouts drooling. Rumor had it
that Nebraska and 'Bama had already offered, and after tonight I had no
doubt that it was true. He was big and fast and he had had me as a
key all night.

I looked off at the side lines. Our bench was completely still, quiet.
They well understood that our spot in the State was riding on this play.
I could not help but glace past the team sidelines at the cheerleaders.
I did not make a habit of this. Even though Jan might be over there,
providing a very persuasive distraction for every male in the Central
stands; but for three hours on a Friday night, girls and football simply
did not mix! This one play was different. For some strange reason. I
needed to see her standing there in her tiny little blue and yellow outfit
with the blue and gold poms held in clenched fists by her side. I just
needed to know she was there. MY, no OUR, college scholarship was
riding on this play too.

"Red twenty three....Red twenty-three....HUT...HUT....."

We snapped and I rolled right looking for Boomer Jones on a crossing
pattern. We needed some serious yards, not the three or so we had been
getting. Time was running short. We trailed by four-- Boomer cut
and he was open. I brought the ball up to release and....

***

They said the hit was big time. It made the papers the next morning.
But when I came to, all I could see were worried faces, some striped
shirts, and the doctor was telling me not to try to move. I heard
something about a stretcher and the hospital. I also heard a familiar
female voice screaming in the background.

"Jason....JASON! Let me get to him you ass hole."

I knew somewhere in my groggy stupor that it was Jan, and I felt
better. Then the lights went out again.............................

***

The next time I awakened, I was looking into the eyes of Jan Pearson.
The eyes were not dancing with mirth, or filled with erotic lust, as
I was accustomed to seeing. The baby browns that belonged to the girl
that held the keys to my heart had been crying and they were red and
still misty.

"Oh God, Jason. You had me scared to death. Are you all right? You
have no idea how I felt when I saw you laying there... when they carried
you off.... Please tell me you are OK... I wish you had never played that
damn stupid football..."

Jan was running on, as she has the habit of doing when she is scared
or nervous.

"Jan, SHUT UP!" I intervened as best I could.

Jan stopped short, looking down at me with red puppy dog eyes. Even
with her mascara running down her cheeks, she was beautiful. Her proud
breasts seemed to almost explode the short wool sweater with each deep
breath, each sigh. I looked at her tiny bare midriff accentuated by her
hard sculptured obliques, then those perfect tanned legs, exposed almost
fully below the tiny pleated skirt, and finally her cute face, scar and
all: she was at this point, simply the centerpiece of my existence.

"Oh, Jas, forgive me. My heart stopped when that guy hit you. I
couldn't watch."

"Did Boomer catch it?" I inquired, remembering I was still very out of
it.

"You don't know? Lover, we won. YOU won the game."

I felt pretty good, or at least as good as one could feel with a
rail road spike having been driven through his head. Jan leaned down
tentatively, touching her lips to mine. The tenderness of her touch
and kiss was so compelling. I tried to lean over, reach up to pull her
closer, but I couldn't.

"Jan..." I exclaimed urgency dominating my demeanor, "I ...I can't feel my
legs."

***

The next hours were a disarray of emotions. My father was in denial;
my prowess at athletics was what I was to him, and he could not accept
the circumstances. Mom was just there, like she had always been. It
was Jan who took over. She was everywhere; getting stuff and organizing
the room to her specifications. She quizzed the nurse about any thing
she did not know. I caught her a few times with red swollen eyes, but
she never let me see her cry. Most important to me was the knowledge
that her tears were never for herself, she cried for me. She cried
because she could not make it better, and because of MY disappointment.
She was beside my bed that night when I went to sleep, and the next
morning she was there to greet me. I opened my eyes in a groggy stupor,
looking up to see her shining face, well almost shining. She was still
in her cheer garb, obviously having spent the night with me.

"You still here?" I muttered.

"You betcha, beefcake. I'm not about to go home and let some
sophomore girl sneak in here and grab you out from under my nose."

Jan was not quite as cheery as she tried to present. Fatigue mixed
with worry served to dilute her Pollyanna persona, but she tried
not to give any hint of such.

"Besides, your Mom and Dad went home before midnight. Do you think
I would miss a chance to spend the night in a room alone with Mister
QB Hunk?" Jan chirped.

"Yeah, really memorable," I muttered, this time almost under my breath.

At least, part of my lower anatomy was still functioning. Jan's
allusion to last evening, and the sight of her standing beside my bed
in that tight little sweater, and postage stamp skirt kind of got the
attention of my penis. There is something about a cheerleader's
uniform that kinda gets most guys going, and this one looked strangely
like there wasn't much on under the sweater. Whether it was the fact
that it had been worn twelve hours, or the fact that the material just
sort of draped over its underlying foundation, or even the fact that
its wearer was endowed with the most perfect tits at Central: Jan
Pearson's anatomy was very evident to the beholder. She caught my eyes
looking at the big letter "C" adorning her top.

"Looks like the invalid here is checking out my assets. I will take
that as a very good sign. In fact, by the look of that tent in your
hospital gown... a more than very good sign."

"Glad something works. You'll look real sexy pushing me around in a
wheelchair if I don't get better. And even if I recover, what if I
can't play again?"

"Jason, don't worry. I got it all covered. We will go to college
together, anyway. If you can't play again, no sweat."

She knew I was worrying about not having my football scholarship
to go to college on. She also knew I was counting on that for our
future. She had even kidded about finding a place at college to be
an exotic dancer... to help out.

***

"I bet these knockers will turn on your college boys, too. Prance
around a little, bend over... bet I get a garter full of money," she
would say, looking coyly throwing her shoulders back to accentuate
her notable physique, then waiting in demure expectation for my
inevitable answer.

"Not in this life," I wasn't sure she was completely kidding. "Your
future showgirl activities are restricted to an audience of one, me.
Dig?" I always chose to reply.

***

My recollection of this sure didn't help my worries either. Being
supported by a girl who had to dance naked for money, no matter how
much money, was not exactly my idea of macho.

After breakfast, the doctor came by on rounds. He wanted to speak to Mom
and Dad, but they were no where to be found. I guess Dad couldn't take it:
me lying there. Jan, however, was on the poor Doc in a flash. She
questioned him about the prognosis, about the physiology and about the
treatment. He was noncommittal , but he cautioned that the damage could
be permanent or the paresthesia could be just from pressure, and disappear
in a few hours. He was also impressed, as was I, by her knowledge
of spinal nerves. How could anyone remember 'lumbar' or 'thoracic'
at a time like this anyway?

"Young lady, I admire your obvious acumen, but please let me be the doctor.
I will caution you that your young man is quite a physical specimen.
If anyone will fully recover, he will. In the mean time, please be
supportive of him. He is going through trying times, but he will prosper
with you by his side. Now relax. Tomorrow, perhaps even this evening
will bring many changes," the doctor ceremoniously cautioned.

He turned back to me and winked. A broad grin spread across his face.
Obviously, even he was not immune to the lady's physical charms either.
My little vamp had him twisted around her finger.

"Mr. Smith. This young lady is pretty special. If I were you... she is
you girlfriend, right? I would take whatever measures were necessary
to hang on to her. I'll see you this evening," he intoned.

The older white haired man in the long white coat leaned down and
whispered quietly in Jan's ear. After a brief exchange, Jan and he
shared knowing grins. He bustled out of the room just as he had entered
it, dropping a chart as he reached for the door. He winked again,
this time at us both as he dutifully closed the portal to the hall.
He called behind as he left. "I'll leave you two kids alone."

"Jan, I wish you didn't have to go to work." I was whining, as men are
accustomed to do when ill or incapacitated, and presented with a female
who is intent on being Florence Nightingale.

"I don't," Jan informed blithely.

"Huh?"

"Called in to Mr. Tolbert at the Food-Mart. 'Said take the weekend off.
He'd heard about your injury... whole town has. He said you needed me more
than he did just now. I agreed."

Jan walked back to my bedside. Leaning over, she propped herself by her
forearms on the bedrail, leaving her face inches from mine. She looked
directly into my eyes, measuring something within me that I had not yet
determined. She touched my cheek with her delicate hand. Finally,
clearing her throat pompously as if to deliver a speech, she began, but
her audience was me alone.

"Jason Smith, number ten, all-state quarterback, general stud about school,
the subject of the wet dreams for most of the under class females at Central
High... (her tone getting much softer here) and the guy who gave me just
a few short months ago, a reason to exist, I am telling you here and now
that you are not going to wallow in it ...that is, if I have anything to do
with it."

" 'Easy for you to say," I replied.

Jan sighed, "I see this is going to take a while. But obviously, you're
not going anywhere anyway."

"Huuumph." I was trying to sound miffed, but not doing well at it. Jan
re-adjusted her position slightly. Whether intentional or not, the effect
was to allow her breasts the freedom to define even more effectively the
front of her diminutive top. Gravity, had little effect on them whatever
her pose, but now I could plainly tell she was 'au natural' beneath the
cloth second skin. Two very obvious little protrusions, appearing to my
gaze as though they were pencil erasers, were visible on either side of
the gold "C". Emerging from her thoughts, Jan again sought contact with
my eyes; not finding their attention directed at her own, she followed my
gaze to its destination.

"Jason, pleeeze. I am trying to be serious here."

Her look was intentionally stern, but a small self-satisfied smile briefly
took possession of her visage.

"OK, DAVE," I replied in my best Alvin.

Her smile broadened.

"Back to my point..."

"You mean points, It's plural, you know. Two is plural and I am trying to
ignore them as best I can."

"Quit endeavoring to distract me. It is my intention to give you a lecture
and I won't be dissuaded, no matter how distracting you try to be."

Jan had read too many books with big words on those lonely evenings in
her not so recent past.

"Jan, I'm trying to make light here. If I don't, my other option is to cry.
And I don't intend to let you see me cry. We don't need to blubber around
on each other now, anyway. Serves no purpose to cry over spilled milk."

"Precisely what I was trying to say," she replied.

"Yes, and what I'M trying to say is what if I don't play again? Your ACT
will get you into any school you want. The only thing schools want from
me is my arm and my legs. In case you are ignoring the fact, half of that
combination does not work right now..."

"SO?" Jan countered.

"And what about you? Do you really want to be stuck with me now? Are you
so oblivious to how goddam beautiful you are? You've let that scar run
your life so long, that I don't think you do know? Calling Jan Pearson,
Bulletin: guys don't even notice it. They never get around to looking at
it."

"Bulletin for Number Ten: I am so fucking in love with you that I could
care less about whatever..."

Jan was flustered. Blustering, searching for words to convey her emotions;
she plowed on.

"When I got my face cut up three years ago, I thought my life was over.
I was a thirteen year old geek with the body of Olive Oil. I listened
to the taunts of our classmates, trying not to show how much it hurt.
Do you know what pain I went through? People talked about the physical
pain. Well, honeybuns, that was not a patch on it. One person in the
whole school was different. Jason that guy was you...."

I started to protest, but Jan placed her fingers to my lips"

"...not yet. Gotta finish. I just knew you would never notice I existed.
You never talked to me much socially, but you were nice. You treated me
just like before the accident. I would lay awake at nights dreaming that
you would talk to me in the hall, flirt with me, come on to me... hell,
drag me into the janitor's closet and fuck my brains out. Well none of
that ever happened..."

"Jan, I might have tried, but you seemed so distant..." I offered.

I tried to interrupt, but I was stopped again.

"....NOT YET! Well, I fell in love with you, or at least a fantasy you.
And I hatched my plot. I almost lost you because of it, but I had to try.
God Jas, you don't have a clue how a girl's brain works, do you? We are
programmed by nature, at least the girls with the right wiring are, to
find a mate, get his attention and procreate. We may spout woman's lib,
but why do you think we dress to show off our charms, or for that matter,
wear lipstick, perfume or eyeliner? Lots of money to get a guy's attention.
And the awful competition....( Jan held up her hand, palm toward me ) I'm
on a roll here. We have to prove to other GIRLS that we got what it takes.
Your boyfriend is an extension of the old peck system. The girl with the
best boy-toy wins."

Jan reached down stroking my cheek with the back of that hand.

"Well sweet cakes, I hit the jackpot, I latched on to hunk numero uno. And
low and behold, the real guy was better than any fantasy I could have
conjured up. Would I ditch you now, just because you can't play a silly
game anymore? The question is: Could I? ...and the answer is not in a
million years."

Jan's lower lip was trembling and a tear was evident in the corner of her
eye.

"Jas, I confess that I probably, deep down inside, wanted you first out of
selfish reasons. Possibly, it was because you were unattainable. You see,
I either wanted you to prove something to those other bitches, or I knew
deep down that if I didn't get you, I had a good reason. You were just
out of my league. Either way, I guess I thought I would win."

Jan paused to wipe her tears.

"Well, that didn't pan out. You ruined it all, because I fell for you like
a ton of bricks. Jason, I simply would not want to live without you.
Seventeen year old infatuation? I don't think so. Now if you will have
me as your mentor, we will lick this together. I will spend every waking
moment helping you, if that is what it takes. God, Jason, I love you so
much it hurts."

It suddenly occurred to me how selfish I had been. Jan was worrying about
me, while I was concerned with my ego. It also occurred to me how lucky
I was. Yes it was luck that Jan had chosen me, and not some other guy.

"Jan, I want you really bad right now. I promise you that if we were
alone and not here in this room, I'd show you how much."

"Well, ya better be ready to put up or shut up cause ya know what Doctor
Stokes whispered in my ear?"

"Not a clue," I was taken by surprise.

"Well he whispered that if I had the inclination, for me to give you the
best lay you ever got, his words, cause if you didn't get inspired by ME,
then you were a hopeless case. He left orders for the nurses station to
stop ALL traffic, included your Mom and Dad, for an hour."

"That dirty old man," I said grinning.

"Whatever, I'm not about to miss out on the possibilities here, if you are
up to the task?" Jan said, a huge smile lighting her face.

"Willing and able. I been up for it for the last several minutes."

Jan deftly crossed to the door and locked it. Turning then she posed for
me and then strutted back across the room. She raised her skirt and slid
her tiny panties down her legs. She was playing to the hilt the 'femme
fatale'.

"If this skirt hadn't been so friggin' short, I'd have taken them off
too with my bra last night. I hate to sleep with panties on, but it might
have been too much for the cleaning man with me stretched out on the
couch. As it was, I'm sure he got an eyeful."

Dropping the rail, my lover slid over the side of the bed and powered up the
back to an incline. She quickly moved into position. With a knee on either
side of my thighs, she leaned over to kiss me, her breasts brushing my
chest.

"See what I mean by possibilities?" she effused.

I guess Jan was about as inspired as I was right then because she quickly
straddled me, bringing her totally soaked pussy lips over my cock.
Obviously she neither wished for any foreplay or needed any. Suddenly
she looked startled as if she remembered something, something important.

"I forgot the damn rubbers, Jas. I thought of everything but that last
night. Didn't figure I would need 'em anyway. We have to be careful too,
this is a bad time for me... and if you can't tell by how horny I am, I bet
one mistake might be one too many. Geeez, how could you tell by that,
I'm always horny these days. By the way, you doing OK?"

I could only smile at Jan's verbal machinations. And to think she used to
be so quiet!

"Way past OK, Gorgeous, way past."

"I guess I'll just have to do you the best way I can," she informed. "I
need some form of 'man-meat' very badly right now."

Leaning down again, Jan rammed here tongue into my mouth. Then she started
to move. Up and down my shaft, Jan's ministered to my needs with her
dripping labia. She was stimulating me the same way she had our first
time together. Jan loved the power of this, and she was very skilled
in its techniques. The thrill of the moment, the chance of being
discovered,
were soon too much for me. It was very apparent to my loins that I was
soon going to erupt.

"Damn," I cursed.

"Not so quick lover; you have absolutely no idea how bad I need to come
right now." Jan was imploring me. "Hold on for me, Jas hold on!"

Jan stopped her movements for a second, reading my eyes, enthralled
in the power of her abilities to excite me, yet hoping at the same
time for my deliverance from the throws of an imminent orgasm. Gazing
intently into my face, she was looking for a sign that she could continue.
Finally sensing my slight relaxation, once again she went to work, rubbing
her sex demandingly against my turgid shaft, then over the swollen rim of
my glans. Up and down its length, her eyes closed as she struggled intently
to find her release, she was obviously enthralled by the sensation of her
engorged clit rubbing so vigorously against the hardness throbbing beneath
it. He moans became louder as she ministered to both my needs and hers.
Then the sensation overcame me.

I swore softly, placing my hands on her moving hips. Jan felt it too, but
it was too late. My cock stiffened and twitched slightly. The glans head
began to swell and I knew I was past the point of holding back. Jan
began to move over my cock furiously, trying to catch up to me. I felt
the cum bubble up from my balls as I sought release. The expression on my
face as I approached orgasm must have been enough for my little cock rider,
too. She threw her head back, her chest heaved, as spasms began to take
over her lithe body. My body stiffened and I erupted simultaneously with
her, saying a quick prayer to the heavens that my erotic little partner was
so quickly orgasmic. We held and rode each other to culmination, slowly
riding the escalator back down. Then, holding tightly, we let our passions
subside.

"Jas, I'm sorry, I should have held back a little there. I just can't...
always... UH... read... ...Youuuuuuuu. Oh God... Jason...."

Another shudder swept over her body. I felt her little flooded pussy
splash against my slowly softening member.

Tap... Tap... A knock on the door was followed by it's being opened. It
was the charge nurse and she had a grin from ear to ear. While Jan at that
time appeared fully clothed, she was indeed in a compromising position.
Sitting astride a convalescing patient probably violated every hospital
protocol. She forced the smile from her face, replacing it with a stern
demeanor.

"You two need a couple of towels? ... To help clean up?"

I know we looked startled, especially with Jan looking like she just
swallowed the canary while simultaneously looking around to make sure
our mutual loins were covered by bedclothes, or her not too sizable skirt.
The old battle-ax stared measurably at us; we just stared back. Then she
tossed a couple of towels on the foot of the bed. Turning around she could
not resist a parting shot, before closing the door.

"Next time, be just a little quieter. Honey, you could wake the dead."

Our fright soon turned to mirth. Jan grabbed a towel and sopped up
as much as possible of our sticky aftermath. Paying very special
attention to my needs, she rubbed what remained of our lust from my
cock and lower abdomen.

"You were sure loaded for bear, boyfriend... and I guess I was pretty
helpful too."

All the rubbing was producing the predicted effect on my cock, and
Jan could not help unsuccessfully stifling a giggle.

"God Jason, doesn't your thing ever just stay put? You came less than
two minutes ago, and it looks like your about ready again."

"You complaining? Besides, it's your fault anyway."

"Sorry, just trying to be helpful," she giggled back.

Jan did a good dismount from me and the bed. Reaching down for her
undies, she couldn't help giving me a little show. It took much longer
to slide them provocatively back up than it had taken to remove them.
She followed that by raising her skirt, and re-adjusting the waist band
a little. It occurred to me that such a tiny garment would have little
need for adjustment, but I was not about to complain. I had been
so lost in our interlude that I had failed to notice a change in my
bodily sensations. Yes, I twitched my toes, I could feel both feet and
everything between again. The old doctor was RIGHT, I still had a little
'pins and needles', but not much else. Ah, I wonder if the good doctor
prescribed medicinal sex often?

"You know what else, you unbelievable tease. Help me out of this bed,
I think I want to walk outta here."

Rushing to my side as I slid over the edge of the bed, Jan gave me the
biggest hug. The hug was not intended to be passionate. It was her
sincere expression of love and relief. She also gave me her biggest smile.

Wondering out loud, I interjected, "I wonder when I can practice?"

That was a mistake. The change in her demeanor was abrupt. I could tell
by Jan's expression that she was hot and this time it was for real.

"You just as well put the pads away, Jason. Any tackling your gonna
get from now on will be by ME. I just went through the worst several
hours of my life, because of that stupid game. You Neanderthal males
running around trying to prove who is able to inflict or take the most
pain. I can't go through that again," she admonished, sternly.

I pulled her close and kissed. I wanted her to feel by the closeness
of our bodies, the intense passion I held for her just then. It must
have been working as she all but melted in my arms, molding her delicious
little body to mine. Her eyes were closed, enraptured by the shared moment.

"We'll see, Jan. We'll see," I muttered, probably taking my life in my
hands just then. I hoped for the best.

***END #7