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Subject: {ASSM} Jan Pearson (MF, Rom, teen)
Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 04:10:03 -0400
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By Lazarus (lazaruspowers69@hotmail.com)

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The Evolution of Miss Jan Pearson

Preview: The following stories chronicle the changes in a teenage girl as 
she comes to grips with her emerging sensuality, and at the same time, her 
sexuality. And in doing this, she learns to deal with a handicap that has 
been a controlling force in her life. While much here is obviously fiction, 
the character Jan is firmly grounded in a real person who I had the pleasure 
of knowing when I was in high school. She was then the love of my life. ***

Part One: Intro


My mind occupied space somewhere a million miles away from my body's present 
location, the confining space of a high school classroom. So there I sat, 
bored and without the prospect of anything remotely interesting on the 
horizon, unless you were a cell biologist. Staring in rapt concentration at 
the texture of the light green wall from across from my marble lab table, I 
was thinking of anything but the subject at hand. School was just a place to 
exist and thatwas what I seemed to do best right now.

"Mr. Smith, your partner for the semester project will be Ms. Pearson."

The sound of the teacher's voice broke my reverie, returning me to the
boring world of Biology II. 'Not all that bad', I thought aloud, probably
trying to convince myself, more than anyone else. Even though Jan Pearson 
was not viewed as lust material by any of my peers, or as a matter of fact, 
by me; she was to be my new lab partner. My friends and I had been 
speculating for several weeks as to who we would be assigned as a lab-buddy, 
and now the guessing was through. Jan might not be the prettiest girl in my 
class, but that didn't really matter. Did it?

Why I would be thinking about sex appeal when I should be assessing my 
partner's potential for academic excellence was beyond me, especially when 
the facts are viewed rationally? It was not that she was fat or ugly-- or 
anything. She was just a girl you kind of looked through, not at. Jan was, 
however, quite easily the smartest girl in school, and working with her 
would assure me of a good grade. Certainly the task would involve a lot of 
private time together, and it would be nice if it were Heather, with her 
tight cheerleader's body. But Jan was very smart, and she would do just fine 
under the circumstances. Looks weren't everything I told myself, and Jan's 
brain, if not her beauty, was awe inspiring.

You see Jan was totally quiet and shy: a complete introvert. It was
probably because of the scar, her scar. The red, jagged blemish invited
your attention to her right cheek, an area that otherwise was part of a
rather pleasing face. Unfortunately, that face was all too often hidden
behind the scar, big glasses, and an expression that said 'approach at your 
own risk'. I couldn't help feeling ashamed though, that I would even think 
about wanting a better looking partner-- or that I would consider using the 
class nerd for my own gain, wondering if subconsciously that was what I was 
actually doing.

I remembered the accounts of her accident. I remembered also, the days she 
was away from school in junior high, and the surgeries she endured without 
complaining. I know the pain must have been intense at times, but Jan had 
just endured. I admired her so much for how she handled her adversity, but I 
never told her. She coped by retreating further into her shell, until now 
she merely came and went from school, shunning activities and social 
pursuits. It would be interesting to see what she was like; that is, unless 
she wanted no part of me. I was a 'jock', and I hung with a certain crowd. I 
knew Jan had no use for them and it was no wonder why. Most of them used her 
as the butt of nerd jokes. The stinging pain this caused was evident in her 
eyes when she had to be around us. Well, I had a little making up to do, and 
it was about time I started trying.

I loitered about a bit after last bell waiting for Jan to exit with
her always present load of books. I found her exactly where I expected, 
peering intently into her locker, apparently consumed by her self-imposed 
task. I inhaled deeply hoping to fortify my courage, and walked directly up 
behind her, determined to break the ice with her in a positive manner. She 
did not move at my approach, so I did what any coward would under the 
circumstances. I just stood there.

Waiting for her to finish the task, I found myself absorbed in her
mannerisms and the deliberate delicateness with which she carried about her 
movements. I had known her all through school, but I really didn't 'know' 
her. I decided right then I wanted to.

Finally satisfied with her acquisitions, she closed her hall locker door;
and abruptly turned, the two of us coming face to face. She jumped,
apparently quite startled. Never the picture of style, Jan always was
attired in loose sweats or baggy overalls. Today was not an exception.
She just sort of stopped, the moment totally suspended in time, looking
down at her discount store sneakers as if to say 'why me'? I decided to
take the initiative; and, after taking another deep breath, summoned the
courage to finally speak. The hall was totally vacant by now, and I felt
the urge to whisper. The words came out more like a croak, soft but still 
enough to elicit a slight echo in the cavernous tunnel.

"Jan, I thought we might plan a little strategy for Mrs. Murdock's
cell research project. You got any neat ideas? Everybody knows how
smart you are, and I sure want to help; you know, I want to hold up my
end of the deal," I stumbled onward searching for the right words, but
in reality sounding more than a tad dopey.

She leaned back against the gray enamel steel of her locker, seeming
to need its support before she answered. After a sigh, she turned a
quizzical expression on me, meeting my gaze openly, and returning with
her expression, something more.

"Jason...do you really want us to work together? I... uh... just kinda
thought you would rather partner with Heather or Kelly... like, the girls
your crowd hangs with." Her voice was measured and soft.

"Jan, I can't think of anyone I would rather work with. You know, your
brains and... well, I guess it'll have to be my hard work... that is if
you will agree to team-up with a 'dumb jock'. Besides, those girls are
TOTAL air heads," I responded, a bit too quickly to sound as thoughtful as I 
wished.

"Thanks for the compliment, but I really will understand. Boys,
especially boys like you, don't seem to hang around this chick much.
I'm kinda damaged goods... sorta, well... not someone to be with. You
will do a good job without me, so... I will understand, I assure you,"
she retaliated, averting her eyes downward to her tattered laces.

About now Jan was using the toe of her shoe to try to dislodge a floor
tile that simply would not budge.

"Jan..." I was seeking the right words, playing for time as I thought.
She looked up at me abruptly.

Her words had stung a little, the truth behind them wounding my pride. Her 
quizzical expression now turned a bit more stern. I met her knowing
look with one of my own, perpetuating our little duel.

"Let me decide who I want to work with, OK? Besides it will be fun,
you'll see." With that pronouncement, I took the initiative to forcibly
removed her from the scene. Placing my arm about a slim waist, I pushed her 
toward the exit, her shoulder length brown hair falling over her ears from 
its usual position lodged behind them. I took her books as
any gentleman would be disposed to do. Smiling shyly, she removed the
glasses, then promptly retrieved her books, pulling them tightly to her
bosom.

"OK, Jason, you win," she announced solemnly. "We'll try it." Her voice
conveyed resignation, yet something more. What, I could not decide.

We trudged down the abandoned halls without further incident. She
accompanied me in total silence, accepting of her fate, be it good or
bad. What made this little girl tick? I was actually looking forward
to finding out. I opened the door for her and she crawled into my car,
placing the mountain of books between us as if to mark her territory.
She seemed to say: 'OK, I'll work with you, but I will make sure I, or,
for that matter, you, won't enjoy it.' Even with the camouflaged
packaging, she had a singular feminine quality about her. Her movements, 
while not overtly sexual, were indeed very sensual. Once again her eyes met 
mine, and there was that soft little smile.

Without her shell, I suspected Jan would be quite special. Now what to
do about that shell? I was certain that her scar had made her the way
she was, but her timidity was much more pronounced than the jagged red 
blemish crossing her right cheek would account for. She just needed
to see that she was making it too big a deal, to understand that she was
over-reacting to something few of us guys, or at least THIS guy, didn't
really notice much anymore.

"Your place, or mine, Jan?" I questioned, breaking the silence.

"Well, I already got some sites book marked on my computer at home,
Jason... that is if you don't mind going there? 'Not much to look at,
but it's home." I couldn't believe it. Jan even exuded a bit of
enthusiasm, be it a small bit. I wonder if allowing her to be on
her home turf might help.

"Sounds good to me. But you'll hafta show me the way."

We traversed the several blocks to Jan's humble dwelling. She
interspersed directions with ideas on the subject. She had it all
mapped out. Now I just had to hang on for the ride. I pulled in
the open drive at her small older house, and shut off the engine.
She was out of the car in an instant, leading me to the door.

"'Folks aren't home tonight, as usual. They are doing late inventory
at the shop, or sumpthin', so I guess you'll have to put up with one of
my snacks, celery and non-fat cheese. Think you can handle that?"

"Just like a girl, rabbit food; but if it floats your boat, fine.
...You do that and I'll get started."

She grinned back at my indictment of the female of the specie, then padded 
off into the kitchen to begin her culinary task. "Men...all you ever want is 
a burger and fries. Geeeeeez," she tossed back over her shoulder.

I went over to the console and booted her old computer. It whined slowly to 
life, groaning its displeasure at my insistence. "'Wonder what some of these 
'URLs' are?" I observed to myself. I clicked on one and was transported to a 
scan site with thumbs of beautiful models in provocative poses and without 
much in the way of adorning clothes. "My...My. What in the world was Jan 
Pearson doing in these places?" I said mostly in my mind. Then, I heard 
footsteps behind me.

"JASON, WHAT are you doing?"

"Sorry, I didn't know what these were," I answered defensively, wondering if 
she had heard.

I turned to look at her. Her face, first angry, began to take on an
expression of pain and sadness. She glanced down at her shoes once more, as 
the reality of the occasion set in.

"It's not what you think. I go to these sites to see what guys like,
what makes a male get excited. I hear the guys in study hall talk
about looking at this stuff... Do you think it so strange? I sort of
make myself one of these women, in my brain that is. I imagine I am being 
looked at... it's my body making all those guys get excited. I dream that 
it's me... not some image on a screen," Jan paused, silent, allowing the 
gravity of the moment to sink in for us both. Then she quietly continued, "I 
assure you that I'm one red-blooded American girl."

Jan clicked on a thumbnail and the screen filled with a gorgeous fantasy
of long legs and perfect breasts. She appeared to be following her
instincts now, letting this go where it would. Perhaps she was even
experimenting.

"Jason..." Jan's voice trembled, her emotion evident.

"Do you think she is sexy? What would you do if she were here alone with you 
right now...coming on to you? Would you get excited Jason? Would you get 
h...h...hard looking at her?" Jan stuttered over the word, making me wonder 
if she had ever said it before like that. I looked at her face, trying to 
divine her intentions. Her anguish was undisputable as I looked into her 
eyes, yet there was still that funny smile.

Jan paused, uncertain, sighing to catch her breath. As for me, I was
having trouble coping with the dramatic change in my lab partner. The
silence was becoming deafening. She inhaled deeply, then let her breath
out slowly. Moving behind me, she put her hand on my shoulder.

"Is this your idea of a perfect body, or is this one more enticing?"
Jan clicked on yet another electronic goddess. I wondered what little
'Miss Mouse' was up to. She was certainly out of character. I turned
to look at her thoughtful face.

"Jason, do they excite you?" she whispered, the little smile broadened,
beginning to once more command her face as she looked directly into my eyes.

"God, Jan, that is a dumb question. Men like these women because, believe it 
or not, we won't ever have one. ...Way too perfect. A woman like that, to us 
average guys, can have any man she wants: a total stud...
huge dick... Pound her pussy all night... Make her cum again and again.
It's sort of like in a porn movie." I looked for a change in her
expression wondering what my choice of dialog might have accomplished.

Jan blinked back at me, her eyes like an owl's. I had surprised her.

I continued on, searching for reason. "I probably couldn't even get it
up with her, and if I did... well about two seconds. You see, we have
fantasies too. We get to be the stud that satisfies the perfect woman.
It's just safe knowing we will never be called on to perform for her...
not for real. We just kinda look at her and dream."

Jan still looked quizzical, taking in the situation. She was thinking.

"Jason, I want you to see something," she stated determinedly.

Jan deftly clicked on some internal files and another beautiful female
image filled the screen. This was another lust goddess to fuel a man's
fantasy. The body was perfect: beautiful legs, gorgeous hips, and
breasts that screamed to be fondled. Hard nipples pointed upward,
defying gravity, as if sculpted in granite. The face... God the face
was perfect except for something on the cheek, not completely covered
by perfect makeup. A scar... this was Jan on the screen. I could not
believe my eyes. She had been hiding that unbelievable body under her
baggy clothing.

"Jan... is this you?" I questioned, tentatively.

"Y...Yes," she stammered. "I don't know what possessed me to show you, but 
yeah, that's me. I know you must think me pitiful, trying to be sexy without 
the face to go with the other... uh, 'equipment'."

I just looked at her.

She paused again. "Am I really as pitiful as I think I must appear?"

I couldn't believe what I saw on the screen. Little, mousy, brainy
Jan Pearson was a perfect ten.

"Your body is incredible. And MY 'equipment', as you put it, is
starting to perform its 'natural function' just imagining what it would
be like to be with the real thing. You're quite a sexy girl, do you
know that?"

"Natural function?" Jan asked, seemingly in wonderment.

"I'm getting a good ol' fashion hard-on," I responded, suppressing a grin
as best I could.

"OH....." Jan's eyes grew a bit wider.

She looked as if a light had just gone on in her head.

"You asked me what I would do if I had a centerfold here alone right
now. Well, I guess I... I... have one," I said, stuttering, searching
for words... trying not to seem too eager, yet praying she said 'yes' to
some further exploration on my part. Jan seemed to understand. We
both understood the unspoken words that passed between us. These words were 
not unique, just the universal thoughts of a boy and a girl in a situation 
rife with sexual tension.

"Well, for now I just want you to look at me... not the old me, but
the one you will see in about a minute. Turn your back... please."
Jan's lips were trembling. I knew she was crossing a boundary, some
place she had never been before. Truth was, I was trembling too.
With that, I turned around and waited.

"Jan, you don't need to..." I said, giving her a way out, but with
little conviction in my voice.

"Yeah, I kinda do," she responded. " 'Gone too far to back out now."

I had no response, and what she said didn't really make sense. What
I did surmise was that Jan was dealing with some demons of her own now.

"No peeking. And please don't be disappointed. Do you have any
idea how hard this is for me? I know how much you guys laugh about
the pitiful little rag doll with the deformed face. Well, this object
of pity needs to know somewhere, some how, that she is even a bit
desirable. She needs to know that she can really make a flesh and blood 
boy's cock hard. And she can do that just by having him look at her."

Jan sighed, the force of a breath escaping her lungs, the only sound
audible in the room.

"Now... turn around," she breathed, speaking almost imperceptibly.

Nothing had prepared me for what I saw. Before me stood a nearly naked 
angel-- a perfect female who could compare with any pin-up I had ever seen. 
The glasses were gone and a twinkle danced in Jan's eyes. The tiny panties 
that she still wore were not in character with her past external attire. 
What was going on in her mind? She looked at me
expectantly.

"Well, what do you think?" Jan inquired haltingly. She pirouetted
slowly on tip toes to give me the full treatment. "Please say you like
my body. It's all I will ever have to give a man. This damn scar
doesn't leave me much else."

"Jan," My voice came hoarse to my throat. "You are unbelievable... the
most perfect vision I have ever seen. None of us guys ever imagined what you 
looked like under the baggy garb. You know when you hide something, it must 
be bad... well beautiful, you have nothing to hide."

Jan allowed a smile to cross her face, apparently pleased and more than
a bit relieved by my appraisal.

"In fact, keeping that sexy body a secret ought to be a crime. Do you have 
any idea how many cocks would be jerked off in the restroom if you paraded 
around school in a short skirt and tight top? Hell, half of the guys would 
probably cum in their shorts."

She reddened slightly with embarrassment, looking down for the third time in 
recent memory, this time at the old worn rug and little pink toe nails.

"Can a guy really cum in his pants just by looking at a sexy girl?" she
inquired. "I thought you had to rub it or something." Jan looked up to
catch my eye then.

I must have looked at her in utter disbelief.

"I know....but I do hear a little from the other girls." Her eyes twinkled.

"I never have, myself, but if a guy my age hasn't cum in a while he might
get close. I remember a night with Heather... you know she is such a cock 
tease... well, she leaned up against me as we stood around a bonfire... "

Jan's eyes darkened slightly at the mention of the girl's name. I had no
doubt that Jan and Heather would have no regard for each other. I kicked 
myself mentally for even mentioning her, then I continued, knowing I needed 
to.

"She sort of pushed her breasts and mound against me, looked me in the eye, 
and said 'Jas, if I was alone with you tight now, I'd reach down the front 
of your trunks, pull out that big boner you have waiting down there for me, 
and I'd just jack that meat of yours 'til you came in big spurts. We'd see 
how much cum you got stored up for this little girl'. She wasgrinding 
against me for all she was worth."

I was studying Jan intently as I recounted my story. Her eyes were on me, 
but her mind was a million miles away. And her body was involuntarily 
responding to my experience, be it vicariously or not. Her little nipples 
were definitely becoming more prominent, and either because of their 
exposure, or my presence, they were demonstrating her beginning arousal. I 
returned to my dialog.

"Well, needless to say, I had to excuse myself before she got more than she 
bargained for. She was just playing with me, but I about shot my load right 
then and there. She'd been teasing me all night, and I was hard as wood... 
what a bitch, she loved it."

"Gosh, Jason, do you think I am sexy enough to try that with you?" Jan
paused then, slipping back into her timidity.

Again, I guess I must have looked surprised at the question.

"What am I talking about; I've never even seen a penis before, now I want to 
make a guy cream his shorts. I might be getting ahead a bit," Jan said 
absentmindedly, then paused again, as if to assess the moment. Slowly, she 
continued...

"Actually, I never even kissed a guy before." Haltingly Jan asked, "Could I 
kiss you?"

I approached Jan and wrapped my arms around her, feeling those
hard nipples boring two holes through my shirt. As our lips met,
a spark passed between us. I opened my eyes to see hers closed,
a look of utter bliss on her face. Her tongue quickly sought
mine and we began a lovers' dance in my mouth. By now my cock was
throbbing unmercifully in the confines of my pants. I knew Jan
could feel my excitement by the way she ground her pubis against
my hard member. Jan wrapped her arms around my neck using the
leverage to mold her body to mine. Almost frantically, she pushed
into my crotch, her demanding movements feeling so erotic against
me. Breathless, we parted after what seemed minutes. Leaving her
arms around my neck, she leaned back. I looked down to the front
of my tented slacks, surprised to see a wet spot. Her eyes followed
mine to my stained crotch, then to hers. Her panties were soaked.

"I'm sorry Jason, I guess I'm new to this petting thing. I didn't
know how excited I was. I guess you just kinda got my juices flowing,
so to speak." She giggled, a bit embarrassed. "I just forgot myself...
all hot and bothered by that big thing pushin' out the front of your
jeans."

Jan suddenly became serious.

"It would have to be such a turn on to know that you can make a girl
lose her self like you just did me. When I rubbed my hard little sex
against that pole of yours, well I would have cum in a very short time
too."

I could only manage a preoccupied smile, my mind focused solely on the 
changes in the beautiful little innocent standing before me.

"Now my male lust object... geeez, I can't believe I said that," Jan
smiled shyly and managed a sly wink, "As soon as I finish, I want to
undress you." She reached tentatively for her last remaining garment,
and I stilled her shaking hand.

"Will you let me?" she whispered hesitantly, looking into my eyes,
questioning me with her own.

"I will if you let me first," I responded.

Haltingly, I kissed my way back down to her hip, where I took the thin
strip of elastic in my teeth and slowly dragged it down. Her panties
peeled off like a glove, the saturated crotch parting reluctantly from
her moist womanhood, and I tossed them carelessly aside. The subtle
aroma that filled the air was new and different, slightly musky, a little
sweet, and altogether delicious. I stepped back to admire her completely 
nude for the first time. She reddened at my gaze, and a coquettish smile 
overtook her face.

"NOW, may I undress you?" she offered, more urgently.

"Yes, Jan, please." I countered, totally breathless now, as if in a trance.

I pulled my shirt over my head as Jan's trembling fingers fumbled with my 
zipper, then the belt. With one strong effort, she had my pants and shorts 
around my ankles. Then, I stepped out of the last garments and stood before 
her as naked as she. My throbbing penis bobbed its purple head just in front 
of my navel, the veined shaft supporting is hat shaped superstructure.

"God, Jason, your so beautiful. I've only seen scans, but your cock,
your beautiful, perfect cock is amazing. It's everything I dreamed and
then some." By now, Jan was switching from foot to foot, rubbing her
shapely thighs together. The scent of female lust filled my nostrils
as her pussy juices flowed wet from below her perfect mound.

I think I wanted to fuck Jan right then as much as I ever had any girl
I had ever gone out with, even Heather. Somehow, I knew that Jan and
this occasion were different. This was a vulnerable little girl, who
might be in over her head just now. I certainly knew I was. I needed
to slow it down.

"Jan, I am a virgin. I know you are probably one too," I said,
tentatively.

"DUH, silly. You need a boy before you can be deflowered. But Jason,
you got every girl in school practically ready to leap on your bod,
I had no idea..."

"Well," I said, cutting her off, "I want to screw you so bad right now
it hurts, but we can't... not now anyway. That doesn't mean I don't
want to please you and be pleased too, but let's take it slow."

I thought to myself I must be crazy, but I just couldn't push Jan
into doing something she might regret in the morning. A tiny smile
curled the edges of her beautiful lips, as she contemplated what I
had just said. Then she grew serious again.

"Thanks, I want it that way too. This little girl, no matter how hot
and bothered, how bad she 'wants it' as you guys say, would rather
wait for the right dick to initiate her into womanhood. Ya got a
beautiful specimen there Jas, but lets get comfortable with each other,
before we leap over the edge." Her smile broadened, then quickly died.

Slowly, haltingly, without words our bodies melted together in a
passionate embrace. Her skin was molded to mine. Her nipples felt like
marbles against my bare skin. I knew she was on tiptoes so her pussy
slit, so wet with her lust, could rub on my throbbing member. She began
the slow movements choreographed my our ancestors as she spread her copious 
juices up and down my unyielding shaft, with only her cunt lips to minister 
to my needs. Pushing me back onto the couch she straddled my throbbing cock, 
and continued to rub her wet, now fully engorged sex along the entire length 
of my hardness. Up and down, her head thrown back, her short brown hair was 
matted with perspiration now. Her beautiful chest heaved with her efforts. 
We strained against each other, looking directly into each other's eyes. 
Jan's breathing became ragged, then she closed her eyes, and threw her head 
back once again.

"Jason, I'm going to... cuuuuuummm."

Perhaps it was the immediacy of her climax, or perhaps I was just so turned 
on, but I was closer to my orgasm that I thought. Whatever the reason, I 
soon felt my needs begin to peak in parallel with hers.

"Me tooooo Jannnnn..." I almost shouted as I felt my climax start to
build. Jan leaned forward to bring her lips close to mine as she felt
me begin.

I erupted in a spasm of semen, shooting the white milky fluid all over
her gorgeous breasts. She moaned and jerked in her own response, over and 
over, wave after wave of contractions emanated from her pussy. I matched her 
urgency as mutual ecstasy swept over us both.

She finally stilled and opened her eyes, seeking a response from my own. A 
shy smile slowly took possession of her features. For the first time since 
the accident, Jan Pearson seemed to be comfortable in her own skin. The 
knowledge that she could possess a male was reality to her now, knowing that 
she was desired by someone she found desirable.

"Jason, I know you started out feeling sorry for me. Now 'fess up;
you did. But, there is no way you faked the last few minutes with me.
You have made me so happy. If no boy ever looks at me again, I will
still have this to remember. Thanks. I know I was very presumptions.
Boys like girls who take control, or so I'm told, but I may have gone
too far. I hope not. But just once I needed to be wanted, desired...
damn it, I had to try."

A tear started to run down the cheek... the cheek that carried the scar
that had caused so much pain to this otherwise beautiful girl. Certainly,
she was beautiful. I looked into her eyes, deep pools of blue, dancing
with the light of female contentedness. Then, I did what needed to be
done. I took my finger and spread the tears over that hideous blemish...
slowly rubbing them in. Then I kissed the cheek, that cheek, slowly and
tenderly. Jan was crying now, unabashedly.

"Jan, you are so beautiful. It sounds impossible, but I feel like we are
one person right now. Is that love? Is it just lust? I don't know, but
I never felt this way before. I DO know one thing; I never want you to be 
hurt again, not by anything or anybody. And I want to get to know you, and 
find out everything about you."

Jan stilled herself and even allowed a smile to begin.

"Jason, don't make promises you can't keep. We need to think about
what just happened. I don't want to be hurt, but I'll try to open up
to you if you will take me... as a friend... as a... lover?"

Well, Jan put her baggy flannel shirt back on, but buttoned it with
only a single button at the navel. The overalls stayed off, apparently
forgotten. We worked several hours on our project, just holding hands
and sharing a caress now and then. She flashed me a bit of perfect
thigh now and then too, knowing that I saw the twinkle in her eyes when
she did. The scar no longer mattered. I was working with not only the
smartest girl in my class, but also the most beautiful... and I knew
then, though I was unable to actually admit it, that I would never
allow her to get away.

As I got up to leave, Jan followed me to the door. Daintily, she tiptoed
up to kiss me goodnight. Simultaneously, her diminutive hand sought out
my semi flaccid penis, kneading it through my pants almost instantly to
full bloom. It seemed that she was still unsure of my response to her
overtures. Satisfied, she smiled up into my eyes.

"I've got you for a while thanks to old Olive and her stupid cell
structures. You, sir, are stuck with me. Now, come Friday night let's
try some more experimentation in 'cause and response'. You might do
a bit of self study... your preparations and I'll do mine... a little
biology experiment of our own." She looked down at her hand tracing the 
outline of my rigid shaft on my pants. "Perhaps not so little after all."
Her eyes twinkles in the lamplight. With that she pushed me out the door.

"Now go home and dream about me," Jan's visage shown brightly as she allowed 
the old flannel shirt to slide over her shoulders, falling open
as it did so. One perfect breast slipped into view as a result.

She shut the door behind me, but stood behind the glass to watch me
leave. Her almost nude silhouette was displayed perfectly by the light
behind her. It would take me some time to digest the events of this
evening, but I was looking forward to working on our project together.
What ever the eventual outcome, I knew that I did not want this to end
after tonight. I wanted to be with Jan for as long as we both found
it mutually enjoyable.


Part Two: The Contest

"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"

Part 3 now available...










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