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The Contest  **  The Evolution of Miss Jan Pearson  **  #2

By Lazarus (www.lazaruspowers69@hotmail.com)

"Yessss....it's Friday."

The often used anthem of high school students everywhere was running
through my mind, as the 'much-looked-forward-to' last day of the week
finally arrived.  The twenty-four hours that signaled the approaching
week-end were here at last, yet it was precisely this period of time that
I did not look forward to.  Somehow I had to get through it, but I did
not have a clue what might be in store.

Considering the events of last evening, and the trepidation I felt
anticipating the inevitable encounter with Jan, I was not happy to be
facing the last day of the school week.  At the very least, I needed some
time to think, and the week end would give me that... six hours from now.

As I drove my Camaro into the parking lot, I could not stop replaying
last night in my mind.  What had started out as a study session with a girl
that most guys would consider nothing special, had turned into a steamy
interlude with an erotic young female whose body would rival any bikini
model.

Yes, Jan Pearson had certainly turned out to be quite a young lady... smart,
sweet, shy, and certainly, curvaceous beyond any expectations.  Her scarred
face might have caused her to be withdrawn, but her body was simply
unbelievable.  I had gone home only to find my mind filled with visions of
Jan, finally having to bring myself off again while I contemplated Jan's
perfect breasts and gorgeous toned legs.  Now I wondered what class with her
would be like today, and if she was as unprepared as I for what was in
store.

My first two classes went by without incident.  I had caught Jan's eye
in the hall between the first and second hour, but she only returned
my look with a withdrawn smile.  Not much to glean from that, but at
least she had smiled.  She looked like the Jan of old, baggy painter pants
and a loose flannel shirt.  Maybe I was hallucinating last night; how could
all those curves be concealed by clothing, even baggy ones?  Still, the
events must have happened. The recollection was too vivid, too real to have
been a dream, and Jan Pearson was very much a vivid impression on my mind.

"Oh God,"  I thought to myself,  "it's time for Biology."

Jan was already seated at our table when I walked in.  'Old Olive' was
not there yet, as it was her custom to arrive about ten minutes late.

"Well, Jason,"  Jan offered haltingly, "where do we go from here?",
her voice little above a whisper.

Her seemingly demure assured manner was betrayed by the tremor in her voice.
I looked around; no one was paying any attention.  Her eyes looked like a
pitiful stray puppy's waiting to be left at the roadside.  Did she think
I was such a 'prick' as to drop her after a quick pet session... get my
rocks off and leave?  I was disarmed by her vulnerability, her insecurity.
She was as worried as I about the future of any relationship we height have,
yet she had no self assurance to fall back on.  Here, seated beside me was
a beautiful little rag doll, so easily hurt, and yet so perfect in so many
ways; now that I had seen the real Jan in both flesh and spirit, I was
determined to find out even more.

"Jan, let's see if the computer link is up in back," I said, loud enough
for any stray ears to pick-up.  I needed to talk to her for just a second
alone, and we would be doing research today anyway.  I longed to take her
in my arms and assure her that I, we, were for real.  In just a few short
hours I had found something special.  She could kindle in me the fires of
lust so great that they offered to consume us both, yet she demanded
admiration and respect for her intelligence and determination too.  It
seemed too soon I opined; but this waif, so solicitous of pity, yet hiding
underneath her an intense pride, was more woman at sixteen than most of her
classmates would become by thirty.

Jan led the way to the rear of the classroom, to the sanctuary of the
computer carrel.  Slowly seating herself at the terminal, she pretended
to log on.  I saw her hands tremble on the keys as she began to type.
Slowly I drew up behind her, seeing her beautiful, but scarred face
mirrored in the screen.

"Jan, last night was the most wonderful night of my life.  I never dreamed
of finding a girl like you, at least, not here at school.  If it is OK, I
want to make our relationship public... that is, if you want to be seen
with a guy like me after all that has happened.  I want everyone to know
that you are my girl..."

I stopped then, letting the silence speak too. Was it love, no,--but it was
at least a whole lotta like, and a big swig of lust, and-- well, I thought
it was time for us to become, US?

"I am so tired of air-heads," I added, whispering, hoping she would accept
my proposal.

I placed my hand on her shoulder, and I felt a shudder go through her body,
followed by a sigh.  She typed on to the screen:  "Ditto on the last part:
I want to be your girl, but give me time to get used to the first part:
public".   She hit 'enter' several times, then typed, 'Jan Pearson is very
happy today!!!'

Turning off the console, she rose, turning to face me, her face shining
with a smile.  Then, with the casual brush of her hand across my zipper,
she slipped past.  Her face became as blank as the computer screen she had
just left, but still, to an intent observer, her dancing eyes betrayed
her.  Any practiced Jan watcher would have noticed a distinct change in her
demeanor; luckily there were none.  She had a little more wiggle in her walk
and a lilt to her voice that had not been there before.  Fortunately, Jan
had
become such a colorless character, that no one even noticed.

"Jason, you're gonna have to work with me very closely on this... verrrry
closely.  This is gonna be a LOOOONG ,HAAAAARD  project ,  and I am
determined to see that you  CUUUM  up with what I need to make this work.
Well...are you UP for this, or what?"

The class looked up at this exchange, but they did not see the twinkle in
Jan's eye.  They probably just thought it was a bossy girl giving a 'jock'
the 'how to' on the research project.  If only they knew.

"I'll do my best", I offered, "But I expect you to show me EVERYTHING"
I grinned myself at the double entendre.   Leaning down, I whispered,
"Having fun?"

Jan's baby blues twinkled in self indulgent mirth.  Then she winked.

"Yes, Jason, I will.  One thing needs to be STRAIGHT between us, on this,
however.  It's a BIG project, and I call your shots."

"Pleeeeze, Jan,"  I whispered, "Somebody's gonna catch on.  Can it!"

"OK , Boss, what ever you say"  Jan was purring, obviously delighted at
my discomfort, both from her verbal onslaught and from a problem that was
begging to make itself visible inside my jeans.  I was thankful when Mrs.
Murdock padded dutifully into the classroom, content that she could, once
more, enlighten her students in the finer points of cell biology.  I seated
myself as best I could.  "Thanks Olive", I muttered to myself.  I was
rescued. This was the Jan of last night, empowered by her sexuality and
the effect she knew she had over me.  She was a crystal vase; beautiful,
easily shattered, yet able to assert herself with a new found attitude that
I found intoxicating.

"Class,"  Olive intoned, "you may continue with your team research today.
For those of you working on reproductive cell morphology, remember the
DNA stages and keep them in mind.  Jan and Jason, I believe this is you."
With that she was out, back to the teachers lounge and her coffee group.
She knew we were too scared of not finishing the project to goof off.
We were 'had' and we knew it.

Heather could not resist.  Tossing her golden mane, she snapped.  "Teacher's
pet Jan's got the 'A' snagged already.  Rest of us get the tail end.  But
at least my tail end is a lot better than what Jason is getting.  How `bout
it Jas, wouldn't you rather have this?"

Heather, turned around in her short little cheerleader's skirt, and leaned
over, exposing the bottoms of her toned, satin clad butt cheeks.  Her
long tanned legs drew the attention of every male in the room.  I was on
the spot.

"Heather, I wouldn't know."  I had to be careful with this now. "How do
you know Jan might not show you up, but we will never find out because she
doesn't show her bottom to everyone who will look.  `Sides, she's gotta
have ya beat in the brains department, anybody with six working neurons
has that honor."

The class was still, waiting for the explosion.  No one crossed the gorgeous
blond 'rah rah', NO ONE.

"Well, Jason, You know what they say.  The bigger the muscles, and the
bigger the mouth, the smaller the....uuuum, penile organ.  And if you
weren`t working with Miss Einstein, well, we`d  see how your project went
too.  You shoot your wad about as quick in the backseat as in the classroom,
little boy."

Heather flexed her little finger at me, a haughty grin of victory
commanding her lovely features.  The class exploded with laughter, as I
winced at the remark.  No guy enjoys having his manhood questioned,
especially by an old girlfriend who might have first hand knowledge.  My
face reddened.  I felt Jan's hand tighten around my forearm.  She turned
facing the class, fierce at my rebuke, confronting the adversary.  Heather
and I had never gotten past necking and booby checking last year, before
our relationship fizzled.  I had decided that she was more ornamental than
anything else, so I had moved on to no one in particular.  I heard by the
'vine that she was really pissed, now I was paying the price.  Whether
Jan sensed this or believed the worst, she could not help protecting her
man, like a lioness defending her own.

"Heather, I wouldn't be so sure.  I have the feeling that Jason here might
just more than satisfy a girl's needs, as you say... for as often and long
as that girl feels it is necessary.  It might be that you were not quite
woman enough to inspire him, so to speak.   Could that be the case?   Or,
were you merely speaking in conjecture?  You do understand that word?"

The silence was ear shattering.

"You little scar faced slut!" Heather screamed.

Heather was wounded now, and it was obvious that in a battle of wits, Jan
had the upper hand.  One could hear a pin drop, as Jan rose, moving to
stalk her nemesis.  Tears were clouding Jan Pearson's eyes as she gathered
herself to speak.  The cheerleader stood several inches over the slight
little rag doll confronting her.

"Heather, I might not be as pretty as you.  God knows the boys don't want
my number, or drool on the floor when I sway by.  I'll never be Homecoming
Queen, for that matter, either.  Just the same, I think I can satisfy a man
better than you ever will, so.....How `bout a contest?  Just you and me;
no fancy pageants... just woman to woman.  Me against you... that is if you
got enough guts?"

I looked questioningly at Jan, catching her eye.

"I don't especially look forward to a bunch of guys ogling my bod, but
I got sumptin' to prove," Jan plowed onward, now unmindful of any future
consequences.

"You want to let the world compare my body with yours?  That's a hoot.
Anytime, anyplace sister.  The guys won`t even get wood looking at you,
you pathetic wretch," Heather replied, haughtily.

I drug Jan aside.  "Do you know what you are doing?  This is quite a
step for the class doormat,.......(softly) but thanks for protecting me,
anyway.  It was kinda nice."

"Jason, I just couldn't let her get by with that, not with you, not now.
Besides, it was you who wanted me to come out of the closet so to speak.
Now, your just gonna have to `stand up' for your girl."  A giggle fled her
lips. "I been working out for three years now.  All those curls, and
lunges... well they gotta pay off sometime.  What happened the other night,
with you, made me think I might be just a little bit attractive to boys.
I never thought that before.  I could look in the mirror and see what
reflected back, but I just didn't believe... not till you made me believe.
Now, you just gotta help me believe even more..  Then, and only then can I
put on a show they won't soon forget.  Besides, I kinda want the world to
see what I got, or at least the girls.  'Been made fun of long enough."

"Well, Jan,  you got..."

"Not me, silly, YOU.  I just want them to see you, er, your... oh you know
what I mean.  I know I can make you explode your Speedos, but how about
a whole room full of guys?  I... Well, let me try again, I want every girl
in that place to know that I can turn on the most eligible guy in school.
I been made fun of, laughed at; girls are so cruel and that bitch Heather
is the worst.  Call it false pride, but I want the whole world to know that
you would give your left nut to fuck me, scarred face and all.  Comprehend
now?"

Jan's eyes danced in anticipation.  What had I created?  Well, it could
be worse, I guess, but not much.  Most of the kids in class were girls,
and they could probably keep some secrets, but not this one.  This was
too big and a lot of people would want to attend, if for no other reason
than to see Heather strip.  Jan turned to face the class, marking an end
to our private conversation.

"Jeannie, could we borrow your dad's club next week?"  Jan was on a roll
now, confident in her ability to control the situation.

Jeannie Brown's dad owned the BODY SHOP.  The name speaks for itself; it
was the local emporium of lust, at least for the male over twenty-one
crowd.

"Where are you going with this, Jan?"  I asked, alarmed at where this
seemed to be headed.  I wasn't exactly eager to have a bunch of guys see
Jan's body either.  It was kinda my private secret, my preserve.

"Had a little surprise planned for you later, stud," she whispered
in my ear.  "I guess this will have to do for now.  Instead of me
surprising you with a strip show in private, I am goona let the whole
world know just what you seem to be laying claim to... er, claiming...
not laying, not just yet anyway."   She grinned broadly.

Jeanne stepped forward.  "I'm sure we can arrange this.  Dad's always
game if there is a buck involved.  We charge five a head and sell the
setups... yea, I think it might go... it just might go.  Just gotta be
secret, if you catch my drift."

Jeanne was her dad's daughter alright.  Make a dollar if you can,
the law was not important.  If several hundred kids came to see
Heather take off her clothes, even if she was a minor, that was all right.
A wry grin crossed my visage when I thought about who the star attraction
might actually turn out to be.

"Sunday night OK, Blondie?"  Jan was facing the cheerleader now, going
with her intuition.

"Yea, and the winner gets Jason there for a lap dance.  I'm gonna finish
you quick and then him even quicker."  Heather was a little less sure of
herself, but still unwilling to drop all the bravado.  The reigning lust
object of the school would not give up her title easily.  Whirling with
a flourish of the bright blue and gold pleated skirt, she returned to her
table.

"What have you gotten me into?" I surmised absentmindedly, surveying the
situation from just behind my unsolicited female protector.

"What have I gotten YOU into?  I hate to tell ya buddy, but its my ass and
a whole lot more up there under those lights."

"And a very nice ass I might add," a grin now breaking out on both our
faces.

"Well it might be a nice ass to you, but I think you might be a bit
prejudiced right now.  Any way, I ain't gonna take no chances; I'm gonna
work my butt off the next two days.  I'm gonna sweat, and you, stud are
gonna help me.  Dig?"

The day wore on without any new events that might tend to divert our
attention.  It served no purpose not to be seen together now.  We walked
the halls as a pair, openly, without shame:  The little rag doll with the
jock, quite a duo.  Stares and whispers  followed our movements, but Jan
met every gaze with a smile.  The end of the day came and we were both
thankful, despite our brave fronts.  Jan might possess the body of a
goddess, but her face was still flawed.  Displaying such bravery today
had taken its toll.  That ugly scar still defined her no matter what she
did; and I knew, that because of this, she was afraid of the outcome with
Heather.  Safely inside my car, we made our way silently to Jan's modest
house.  Her parents were never home, and she intended, by that determined
look, to do just exactly what she had planned.  A tear fell slowly,
tracing its path over the red scar.  A sigh immediately followed.

"What the hell am I doing?  Why am I suddenly depressed?"   Jan quickly
became animated again, seeking my indulgence. "If I don't win, what does
it really matter?  If you like my legs and boobs, who else am I trying to
impress?  It's high time I changed, I'm tired of being the pitiful little
nerd.  I'm gonna show `em.  I'm gonna show them all."

Pushing the door open, she ushered me in.

"Hungry?"

"For what...celery?"

"Just `bout anything you want, Jason"  Jan peeled the flannel shirt back
to reveal nothing but skin, perfect, and voluptuous."  How `bout these?"

Jan pulled her shoulders back, biting her lower lip erotically.  Her
perfect breasts were thrust even higher by the exertion.  The coy, teasing
smile was back.

"I thought you were gonna sweat, not be an exhibitionist.  Can't say I
dislike the view, but I have a vested interest in you winning Sunday night.
If Heather blows me with her lap dance, I'll never hear the last of it."

"I'm gonna sweat, but first I gatta shed these clothes.  I always work out
topless so you will just have to keep your hands off the merchandise."

"That might be a problem, unless the show is real good.  Speaking of show,
we gotta get yours ready.  The body is not enough... well, in your case
maybe it is, but you still have to package the merchandise."

"I'll choreograph later, gotta sweat now..." Jan replied, already focusing.

She had already launched into a routine of lunges and crunches that soon
had her 'glowing' profusely.  I just sat by her side and marveled at the
beautiful creature who had worked so hard, because of her blemish, to
create a true work of flesh and blood art.  One could not deny that she
had to have some great inheritance, but the finished product was also
created.  Glistening muscles soon produced the predictable effect in me, a
hard-on , fully stretching its encasing confines:  an effect Jan did
not fail to notice.  She flipped over on to her back, grabbed a couple of
weights and began her butterfly curls.  Jan's young, muscle supported
breasts stood like twin, conical mountains, defying gravity.  Her chest
heaved from the exertion as she intently attacked her exercises.

"Come over here and spot the last few will ya, Jas.  I don't need to
bruise the 'merchandise' as you call it."

I straddled her waist, watching her muscles work, looking for signs that
fatigue had taken its toll.  She was by no means a body builder, just the
opposite, a perfectly toned specimen of erotic perfection.  From under
heavy lids, her eyes sought my cock, defining its proportions behind my
jeans.  The efforts of her strain contorted her features.

"Are you appreciating.... (puf)my workout.... (puf)or is that a zucchini ...
(puf)in your pocket?" Jan rasped, little above a whisper.

With one more Herculean effort she brought the weights to her nipples,
then dropped them to her sides.  Her body went limp on the bench before
me.  I reached down and drew her to me, pressing her contours against my
chest, feeling her heaving breasts.

Breathlessly, Jan cooed, "Time for your workout now.  There's only one
muscle I think might need a little exercise.  It's pretty big, but I think,
with a little of my expert cooperation, we might pump it up a little more."

Jan drew back a little.  Just enough to allow her hand access to the front
of my pants.  Unbuttoning and unzipping carefully, she asked me to help her
remove the contents she was seeking.  As I unbound my garments, Jan quickly
slid them down to my thighs.  My penis, freed now to the cool air of the
room, bobbed upward, stiff and throbbing.  Jan paused, smiling, perhaps
enjoying the efforts of her handiwork.

"Jason, do you guys ever compare... er... you know... these?", Jan was
slowly
sliding her hand up and down my organ now.

"God no, Jan.  Not like I am now anyway.  Sometimes a guy looks at another
guy's pecker in the showers, kinda sizing it up.  But, we don't get out
the ruler and hoist up the flag to check it out."

"Well, one web site says the average erect penis is five and one quarter
inches long measured on the top and a little over three and one half in
circumference."

"Whaaat?"

"You know how scientific I am and... how much extra time I've had the last
three years.  Gotta do sumptin' after you get off alone on a Friday night."

Jan continued to work my organ until she was apparently satisfied with the
result.

"Jas, can I measure you... just for scientific purposes, you understand?"

Not waiting for an answer, Jan quickly produced a tape and place it atop
the appendage in question, allowing it to bend slightly with the natural lay
of
the land.

"Geeeez, stud," her voice trailed off as she squinted at the marks.

"Well?"

"Seven and severe... make that a tweak under eight big ones.  Quite a
specimen. 'Said that you would fall into the much above normal, but it
takes nine to make the big time... I wouldn't want that in me anyway, so
your little old eight incher will do just fine."

"So, then, you done with the analysis... I need a little more exercise with
you knowledgeable fingers, and I will be just fine too.  Right now anywhere
between six and nine is good.  I got my mind on other things."

"What other things, Jason?"  Jan was playing by ear now, enjoying her power
over my flesh.

She pulled her shoulders back thrusting her boobs even higher than nature
normally allowed.  She licked her index finger and ran it around her hard
nipple.

"Are you thinking of these?"

"Yes,"  I hissed.

Jan continued her massage.  Grabbing my flowing exudates as she tended
to the head of my member, then bringing it down, she adding slickness to
the shaft.

"How about down here?"  Does this spot demand your attention?"

Jan, let her free hand fall, over her taught stomach to her finely haired
mound.  She was making a little wet spot on the weight bench.  She slipped
two fingers between her outer lips and swirled them around.  Leaning her
head back, she shuddered slightly.

"I wonder if it a little bit of this might just help your exercise reach
its full potential."

Taking her second hand, she delivered some of her copious flow to my organ.

"There, he must feel right at home.  Let's rub some of mine with yours and
see if that does the trick."

Using both hands now, Jan began in earnest.  Her eyes hooded with lust, she
continued up and down my throbbing rod of flesh.

"Cum, for me Jason.  Cummmm.  Give me all of it."

I tried to hold back, hoping to make the moment last longer.  I tried, but
I knew it would be to no avail.  The urge was too strong, starting deep in
my groin.  She was looking into my eyes, her own burning through to my
beleaguered brain.  It was too late.

"I feel it Jason, God look at it swell... twitch... Oh God,"  Jan hissed.

I erupted again and again, pouring in spurts.  Jan sat back watching the
fountain display; then finished me off, milking out the last dribbles of
my creamy seed.

In singular fashion, she cleaned me up with her towel.  Slowly, watching my
erection wither, she dreamily finished her job and pulled me close again.
We held each other for some time, both lost in thought.  Normalcy returned,
our lust for the moment quenched.  Jan felt her stomach, finding one last
remnant of my orgasm.

Rubbing it slowly over what area of her flesh it would cover, she looked at
me.

"Babies... why am I thinking about a baby?  This stuff makes the little
squirmers, and someday I want to have some, but not now... out here is a
good
place for this stuff, 'cause I bet your semen is about one - eighty proof.
And when I think about it with you, I... well, I just about cum thinking
about it.  And that combination would probably about seal my womb's fate.  I
guess hormones must just take over when a girl goes into 'heat'.  First ya
get to test drive a hard cock.   Next thing, you're thinking about a kid."

Sometimes Jan's brain moved a bit too fast for me to follow.

"Heat?"

"Isn't it obvious, you big, well endowed 'jock'.  I'm in 'heat' right now.
I waited and watched while all the other girls did the boy thing.
'Listened to stories of make-out sessions, blow jobs and finger fucks.
It's my turn now, and NOW I see what the fuss was all about."

She planted a big wet smacker on my lips to break the spell.

"Jason, can I tell you something?"

"I guess", I replied knowing that when a girl asked this, a soul searching
question and answer period usually followed.  Refusal was useless.

"I really did mean it when I said that you are the only one I want to
impress.  I know that a guy like you can have his pick of any chick in
school, and that you probably were, perhaps still are, using me to get a
good grade the easy way.  Well, I can take pain pretty good... I've had a
lot of it inflicted to my heart in the last few years.  I didn't ask to have
my face destroyed in that damn accident, and I sure didn't ask to receive
the taunts I have received at school.  I especially didn't ask for parents
that refused to complete my surgery because they 'just couldn't afford the
price'.  Well here I am; what you see is what you get, nut case and all."

Jan paused a second or two to draw in a breath, then continued.

"I am also not naive enough to think that I can get and keep a boyfriend
like you easily.  Remember what I told you in the hall yesterday:  'damaged
goods'.  You're a nice guy and right now you might even have fallen, as
you profess, into 'like' with me.  I also know that I have as perfect a
body as you will ever find short of silicone-valley, and a boy our age is
easily persuaded by a shapely leg or a pumped up chest.  Gonna happen.  It
has happened since the Garden of Eden.  Do ya think 'ol Adam got a
boner contemplating Eve's intellectuality?"

"Jan..." I interjected.

"No, let me finish... I'm onna roll here, and I gotta say my piece or I'm
gonna bust, no pun intended.  I can't go to your country club... not with
this face and not with the meager wardrobe I got in my closet.  And, well,
I'll give ya, that right now, you think I'm 'hot stuff'.  'New meat so to
speak.  But Jas, you have to realize that I will never be beautiful and
society says I can't go around with my clothes off to keep men from looking
at my face...."

Tears clouded Jan's eyes, and I felt the sobs start, causing her body
to begin to wrack against me.  Right now she felt so fragile, so vulnerable,
so different than her lust of a few minutes before.

"Oh, Jason!" Jan blubbered.

She was crying uncontrollably now, all the pent up feelings of the last
few years pouring out.  "I tried, at first, to cover it up, but that much
makeup looks just about as bad as the goddam fucking scar.  I've tried...
tried so hard... why me,  why meeee...."  Her breaths and her words came in
spurts as her need for air allowed.

Silently, we clutched each other, holding on to the feelings, the moment.
I wanted to pull her into my body... to make us one.  I was just beginning
to understand the anguished world Jan walked through daily.

"Jan, I won't leave you.  I know it's too soon, but I think I love you.
Now, let's get out of the mess we're in, the best way we know how, and
thennn..."

Jan put a finger to my mouth.

"Shuuuush, my darling Jason.  I love you too, so much it hurts in fact.
I have for the last year or so.  Now, shut up and hug me, you big oaf.
After about an hour I'll let you kiss me, then in another thirty minutes or
so we can............work on my strip technique.  I'd like your opinion as
one of the opposite sex."

"I'd like nothing better, beautiful"


***END Part 2

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