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Stiff Competition  **  The Evolution of Miss Jan Pearson ** #3

by Lazarus


"Jason, my left boob is asleep!"

My reverie was broken by Jan's slurred intonation.  How long we had
embraced, I did not have any idea, nor did I actually care.  Our
relationship had reached a new level once again.  It seemed as if Jan
and I had been together forever.  In forty-eight hours we had gone from
lab partners, to hand holding, to sharing the secrets of out bodies, to
now, an understanding that we belonged together and would fight our
battles as one.  If the definition of love is that you will risk all to
protect your partner, then Jan Pearson and I shared that emotion.

"Well, Jan,... wake it up," I replied imperiously.

"I'll wake you up!"  Jan drew a tiny fist under my chin, feigning her
indignation.  My eyes dropped to her unclothed chest.

"I don't see any difference, how do I know it is asleep?  You would think
that it would droop, or sumthin'."  I drew my face closer to the objects of
both my lust and my investigation.  Carefully, I perused the contours of
her breasts, appearing to compare left to right.

"Yep, no perceptible sag in either, not a bit."

"You better hope not.  I know for a FACT that I'm not as big as Heather,
and you've seen her legs.  Mine are better, but not that much.  I'm three
inches shorter, and to some guys size makes a difference..."

"To some girls too... or so I've heard," I interjected.

"...continuing, if I win it's because my knockers point up more than hers
do.  'Sounds crude, but let's face reality.  If a guy is a chest man, and
thanks to PLAYBOY, most are; then it stands to reason that a Centerfold
presents the ideal.  Mine, point up because my mom's did or my dad's mom's
did, and because I've helped it along with a little scientific
experimentation.  If I curl a butterfly just so, the lower pec muscles
develop more than the upper.  'Lotta sweat, a little DNA, and the beauty
that presents itself (a slight giggle here) before your peeled eyeballs,
is all natural.  Plastic may be fantastic, but they don't jiggle when ya
wiggle."

"I am in awe of your scientific expertise, Pearson."

Jan interjected, "Ya better be in awe of this bod, sonny boy, and a bunch
of other guys had better be also, or Heather gets to jerk you off for all
your buddies to see.  Gotta be a bunch of locker room jokes there, stud."

I didn't answer.

"How 'bout a headline, next day,  in the local paper: Heather (the body)
Armstrong Wins STRIP-OFF with Jan (the nerd) Pearson, Jason Smith Blows
Load Shortly Thereafter."  Jan was grinning, but it was a serious grin.

She was right.  There would be no end to the ribbing I would take from my
teammates if she made me cream my shorts in front of the assembled
multitudes.  Girls would giggle every time I walked down the halls.  The
guys would wait for a good verbal shot.  This might even make the yearbook
as innuendo.  What was really in the back of my mind was: what if it was
easy for her and... what the HELL was I gonna do?   In the recesses of my
feeble brain, I knew Heather had always excited me beyond words?  The
blond covered brain might not hold much interest intellectually, but she
was the ultimate cock tease.  At that vocation, she was without peer.

"WELL, Stud?"

Jan brought my mental interlude to a quick end.

"You are just not gonna lose.  There is a rerun of  STRIPTEASE on USA
tonight. You can get pointers from that.  Demi' is sexy as shit.  You
just steal her routine," I responded animatedly.

"Been there way before you.  You don't think  'MISS EINSTEIN' (interject
here the whiny voice of a blond cheerleader who shall remain nameless)
would have challenged the queen cock tease of Central to a match at her
best game, if she wasn't prepared.  I wasn't blowing smoke when I said
I had a strip planned for just little ol' you.  'Been on that about as
long as the bod, and I been workin' on the bod since the change started,
just after the accident.  Dig?   Ya gotta do sumptin on Friday nights
when your parents are never home and the closest thing you got to a
boyfriend has batteries and hums."

"Change?" I asked quizzically,

"Ya, the change."

Jan held up two fingers on each hand, curling them to signify quotes.

"What happens to a girl when her boobs start to grow, and her hips kinda
get curvy.  And, hair... so, you get the picture?"

"Yes,"  I reddened at my naivet  "Let's change the subject. 'Got a
costume?"

"Made that too.  I found an old strippers costume at the thrift for five
dollars.  Quick detach don't ya know: short evening gown, bra, thong and
heels... about six inch heels.  I think some girls call them 'fuck me'
shoes.
All in matching red.  I took the liberty of adding a bit of tatter to the
dress, to make it look like I just fought a mountain lion.  Got holes in
just the right places now.  I thought this might disguise the scar a little
...especially if I added a few red marks to my arms and legs.  I've done
my show a thousand time in my room AND in my head.  The problem is that
most of the time the audience in my brain just gets up and walks out."

"Ain't gonna happen, lover.  First of all, do you realize the hormone
potential alone in a room full of seventeen year old boys?  I'd say
we could find about enough wood in the crowd when you finish to heat city
hall all winter.  The girls are gonna stay, just to see what you got in the
way of curves. They're gonna riddle their boyfriends if they get turned on
and wouldn't want them if they don't.  Competitive instinct, and besides,
they mostly all hate Heather."

Jan started to answer, but I stopped her.

"Besides that, did you know you talk all the time, and besides that, whose
side are you on anyway?"  I was mostly teasing, and Jan knew it.  Still,
she mimed being hurt, placing her hand to her bosom and mouthing.  "MOI?"

"YAH, YOU!  Don't you think most guys my age worry about lasting long
enough with a partner to satisfy her?   And most of us would try to get
the job done.  In the porn flicks, this guy screws some chick for twenty
minutes or so using every position in the book.  He pounds on forever
and she moans.  This is what we are supposed to do, probably even you
girls expect it too.  How do you think we feel, knowing we gotta hold it
'til you come two or three times?  Last night you were so cocky that you
thought you could get me off without screwing me or going down on me.
Well, I hate to admit it, but you probably can.  Now, what am I supposed
to do when Heather Armstrong takes her clothes off, pulls my shorts down,
sticks her boobs in my face, sits on my pecker, and says.  'Cum for me,
you big, stud'."

Jan was silent, contemplating what I just said.

"Jason, I'm sorry,  Please forgive me.  I have been the pitiful one so long.
If I get a little attention from some hot guy;  that's you, by the way...,
I just went off the deep end.  For two virgins, we went pretty far, pretty
fast.  At least I did.  I'm not naive enough to think I'm the first girl
to see your dick.  One of the most popular guys in school, has had to
have been propositioned a few times, at least for a blow-job.  I hear that
that's the new sex anyway."

I tried not to smile, knowing now was not the time.

"Somewhere in the back of my lust crazed mind, I already had the two of
us in a cottage with two point three kids and living happily ever after.
In the process, I get layed every night and morning,...  ya gotta make up
for lost time..., and come twice each time.  GOD,  Jas , I wanted you to
lust for me and only me.  Not too rational, but that was what I wanted.
That's what started this whole fuckin' thing:  green eyed jealousy, and
Jan Pearson has a bad case of it.  So, please forgive me.  I know we
are months away from a true relationship.  Perhaps then I'd have the
right, but not now."

I knew it was time to keep my mouth shut.  Instinctively, intuitively,
or because I couldn't think of a reply; whatever the reason, I just looked
into Jan's eyes.  She just looked back too.  It was time for one of those
moments suspended in time.  Two loving people moving without words to a
higher plain of understanding:  an understanding of themselves and each
other.  Our second moment of Zen so to speak ended abruptly about a
minute later, this time, not by her, but by me.

Slowly, just above a whisper, "Jan, everyone in this world is insecure.
You just gotta push the right buttons... NOW, what in the holy name
of our benefactor, Olive Murdock, are two, red blooded, teen aged sex
fiends, mostly without clothes, doing hugging each other while not
working ourselves into a frenzy.  My cock is hard as a rock again, and you
don't even seem to notice.  Either you help me out here a little or we're
gonna skip the Monday morning sex when we shack up in your cottage."

"I have been noticing, silly; can't help but check out something that
obvious."

Jan placed her hand on my covered penis, a smile of contentment replaced her
serious demeanor.  It was obvious that little Jan Pearson was enjoying her
new found status as a lust object.  Rubbing the length of the shaft through
the cloth, brought that same old, cursed tingling to my groin.  Another
sixty seconds of this, and I was gonna spurt.  Unfamiliar flesh, sexy
attitude, whatever it was, I was just about over the edge.  Soon, Jan,
realized it too.

"OK, Long John Silver.  Time to get naked too."


"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRing"

The phone interrupted us.  Jan quickly wrapped a small towel around her
waist and swayed over to answer it, knowing that I would not fail to
follow the rear view as she removed herself to the hall.

"Ya Jeannie, ...Ya ...Whaaaat?.....Your dad pissed?......That little
bitch...
I'll be....   OK....  See ya....  BYE."

Jan reentered the living room.  She stopped about five feet away,  putting
her hands determinedly on her hips.

"The Blond Witch backed out.  Jeanne is in hot with her dad.  Says she has
to pay him back for the staff he got together.  It's a big mess."

"Jason, we got Jeanne into this and we, I got to get her out of it.  She
really sounded pretty scared.  Her dad must be a total bastard.  She said
he was gonna spread it big, pack the place.  Most of the town would pay
lots to see Heather take her clothes off, and I guess he thought he was
about
to make a mint."

I tried to stop the relief from showing on my face. "Well, with no
competition, there is no contest.  In fact, I'm kinda glad. You are not
the only one that might get jealous.  Do you think I was exactly looking
forward to you advertising you assets?"

Jan still hadn't moved.  She still looked determined, and now she was lost
in a world of her own.  She was planning something, and that alone was
cause to worry.  Worse yet, I knew that I would be included.  A sexy girl,
oblivious to the fact that she was naked in front of a boy she should barely
know, was about to decide our collective fates.  In two days, we had grown
accustomed to sharing complete honesty.  Now an eternity removed from just
being acquainted, we were two teens ready to take on the worst elements of
the town.  "Gee Mr. Custer, what an I doing here?"

Jan was thinking out loud.  "No Heather, no big crowd.  Her dad's got too
much money for them to bluff.  No one's coming to see me alone.  I'm sure
they thought my challenge to a strip-off was bluff anyway.  We're up a
creek with no paddle.........Has to be a way....ummmm.....OK, let's list
our assets."

"Obviously one walks, talks and has great tits."

"Thanks for the vote but like I said before, you might be prejudiced."

The silence was deafening as we contemplated the options.

"Besides you, we got zilch.  No money, no political power, ...nada,"
I pronounced, somewhat absentmindedly.

"Actually, Jason, we got us.  We're gonna put on that show I was
talking about.  But we have got to advertise a bit."

Her mind was racing now, and I was running behind trying to catch up,
but really wondering if I might be better off running the opposite way.

"Us?   Advertise?" I said, sounding lost, because I was.

"Jas, you remember when we were first working on my computer, and I told
you how turned on I got dreaming I was a centerfold.  How big a jump is it
to imagine myself as an exotic dancer?  Let me do this once, and I promise
I'll settle down.  Give me just one time up there, and I promise, after
that, my show will be just for you.  Please, let me be the center of
attention because I'm sexy, not because I'm smart.  Just this once, for
Jeanne...and for me."

"OK, you convinced me, but what do you mean advertise?"

"Put you shirt back on, were going down to the local watering hole.  'Be
back in a 'jiff', I can't go like this ya know."

In about ten minutes Jan returned, and my jaw about hit the floor.  Gone
were the overalls.  Replacing them was a tight shirt stopping just below
her boobs, the shortest little skirt I had ever seen and high heels with
ruffled socks to call attention to them.  From the anatomy easily visible
through the shirt's material, a bra was not considered necessary.

"You are going out in that?" I inquired.

"Yep, how else would I advertise?" Jan responded, knowingly.

"I see now..."

"All the guys are gonna want to see for real what little is left to the
imagination.  All the girls are gonna want to see how well I pull it off;
aaand how their guys react....  How DO you react to me anyway, Jason?"

Jan performed a slow piroutte, giving me the full three- sixty.  She was
beginning to enjoy the ease with which she could excite me, and this made
me just a little miffed.  "Damn it, being a guy has one obvious
disadvantage," I thought to myself. I was also becoming a bit uneasy about
where this was going.  Jan seemed determined to prove to the world that
she could be considered a lust object.  Our relationship had ignited in
her a burning desire to change from the little mouse that stayed in the
shadows to ...well, I would have to say it: a little 'cock tease'."

"Do you really think it wise to try to go through with this now?  Jeannie's
dad is no one to trifle with.  If he decides that you were in the middle
of all this, pay backs might cost a lot more than a few hundred dollars,"
I said determinedly, hoping my logic would prevail.

"I know, Jay, but I can't let Jeannie down, after all she came to my aid
when I asked her to.  She didn't have to, you know.  I promised her I'd
show," Jan responded with equal conviction.

"But Pearson, you don't have anything to prove now.  You said it yourself;
you wanted to impress only me.  Was that really true?"

"Jason, Jason... don't you see?  No, I guess you don't; I must have been a
better actress than I thought.  Jas, I have dreamed about being your girl
since Junior High.  I asked Olive Murdock to pair us up.   She knew; she
could tell.  Probably everyone knew but you.  There I said it."

Jan put her hand uncertainly on mine.

"I didn't think that you would ever even notice me.  The first night, the
computer, everything... I planned it.  Now I have to finish what I started.
The most popular guy in school can't have a scar faced misfit on his arm.
You desire me now, but if no one else craves this bod, you will soon tire
too.  Another prettier face..."

"You set me up?" I interrupted, sounding a bit confrontational.

"In a way, I did.  It could have ended differently, that first night.  You
might have said 'yuk' and left me standing in my living room with goose
bumps
and nothing else on."

I stood there in silence.  A myriad of emotions raced through my mind.

"Jason, sweet Jason", Jan stammered, "Are you mad?"

"Ya, I guess I am," I responded.

"Please don't be," the little beauty responded, slightly pleading.

"I just need a little time to think this through.  I should be so furious I
can't stand it, but here I am, looking at the most beautiful pair of legs
in Central High School, and... geeez, I'd like to see if we could do an
instant replay of last night... or for that matter, last hour."

"Kinda' not fighting fair. I know. Either a girl gets all teary and acts
pitiful, or she uses her feminine wiles, and a really short skirt to win
a fight..."

I stared at her, trying to understand it all.

"...fight, guess you could say this is our first fight," Jan said.

I didn't know if it was a fight or not, I was too upset to contemplate the
question.  I was certainly flattered that the little nerd with the Britney
Spears body would go to such trouble to attract me.  But she would not
have had to, if she would have just been herself.  I just wished at that
moment that we had started out with complete honesty.  I might love Jan,
but how had that love been created?  Yet even hacked, I was worried about
her.

"You be alright if I go home now... to sort this through?" I asked.

"Of course, silly, I was only going down to the drive-in to turn a few
heads and hopefully give a few guys woodies.  I thought I might sashay up
to the window, lean over and order a coke... got the picture?  If YOU like
the merchandise, they might too.  Good for business.  'Too many nice guys
and friends down there to let anybody hit on Jan the Nerd, even in a get-
up like this."

"OK, I'll call tomorrow," I replied.

"You coming to the show?  Please, I really need you to be there.  If it
doesn't work out, I'm going to need a shoulder real quick... I don't want
to do this alone.  Most of all, I don't want to lose you from my life."

Jan reached out for my arm as I started through the door.  I shrugged away.

"Please keep things in perspective.  Remember, who I am, and where I came
from.  Jason, I do love you.  I just hafta do this, it's the way I'm made."

Jan pulled me toward her, kissing me sensually with trembling lips.

"Jason, remember this when you are alone tonight. This body, my soul, my
being are yours for as long as you want them."

Jan, renewed her embrace, holding me so tightly.  I felt her body molded
to mine, her breasts pressing into me.  Reaching down, she deftly unzipped
my pants, then slipped my shorts down to my ankles.  Slowly she began to
stroke my rapidly hardening member with her free hand as she pulled our
lips closer together with the other.

"Jason, Jason...." she breathed.

My heart was beating strongly as my beautiful lover knelt down in front of
me.  I wasn't sure what she was going to do; but when she put both her tiny
trembling hands back on my cock and started to massage it sensually, I was
overcome with weakness.  She placed the first fingers of one hand tightly
around the base of my shaft just above my balls, she then used the other
hand to stroke me upward, milking more blood into the already engorged
member.  I was so tight and hard; the sensations of pressure in me were
more intense than ever before.  The feeling of my erection, the methodical
way Jan determinedly stroked my manhood to greater size was exhilarating.
I knew without looking that I was thicker then Jan had seen me before.

"God, lover, you're huge tonight," she purred.

Just as I was about to reach down and massage her nipples, I was startled
by the sensation of her mouth surrounding the head of my hard cock.  And
then, to my surprise and delight, she plunged her lips all the way down
on it, or at least as far as her gorgeous mouth would allow.

Her tongue working fast and furiously on the head of my dick, she reached
up and began to massage my balls with one hand while the other stroked me
into her mouth.  I knew I was going to cum really soon.  I tried to fight
the building sensations, but Jan was controlling my mind as well as my cock.
The sight of her heaving chest behind the tight blouse, her tanned thighs
fully exposed below the little skirt, caused my will to weaken.  Damn it.
But I was determined to draw this experience out for as long as possible,
so I pulled my cock out of her mouth.  I backed away, reaching down and
pulling her to a standing position.

"Sit down," I demanded.

She sat down in the nearest chair; her eyes were shining, alive with lust.
I got on my knees as she spread her legs, and I let my tongue move up her
thighs to her mons. I parted the flimsy material of her panties exposing
her moisture laden labia.  She was as aroused by this as I.

Her pussy was adorned with a trimmed patch of soft downy brown hair.  I
licked it sensually, up one side and down the other, and then I  reached
with both hands, using my first fingers to pull her pussy lips apart. I
was so excited that I could feel my pre-cum running down my throbbing
shaft, tickling as it descended.  Without hesitation, I licked her inner
labia, and then stuck my tongue deeply into her hot moist sex.

"OOOOOhhh," she moaned.

As I moving  my tongue in and out her frantically, her legs began to
tremble. Tantalizingly, slowly, I slid it up to touch her clit.  I
wanted to punish her a little, partly for her deceit and partly because
she could control me so easily with her sensuality.

"Yessss,"

She jerked as I touched her it.  I knew that much about the female body,
and I continued my assault upon that bright pink little nub.  She moaned
and groaned loudly, telling me how wonderful it was as she came in my
mouth.  "Oh Jason, I am so hot right now.  I have dreamed about your huge
cock so many nights.  I dreamed of you filling my tight little pussy to
the hilt."

After a moment or two to allow her to recover, I stood up and I moved my
cock right toward her mouth again.  She leaned forward and engulfed my
manhood once more.

She reached up and began stroking my cock in time with her bobbing head
movements, and with the other hand, she reached around behind me and moved
her thumb gently to the base of my penis. She sucked harder and faster,
and soon, I could feel my own orgasm coming on.

I had no idea if she wanted me to cum in her mouth, so I pulled out.
Backing away, with her hand still on my cock, I looked into her lust
filled eyes.  Jan kept stroking me, smiling so sexily, pointing my cock
at her open mouth.  Jan was totally in control of me now, and she knew
it.  Her eyes widened as she felt my throbbing member twitch and
expand, knowing that her mission was accomplished and my orgasm was
imminent.

My cum exploded into the air as my cock suddenly jerked, a contraction
coursing in a wave up its length.

The first few gushes landed on her tongue, then her chin and neck.  She
swallowed my sticky white cum in the most lewd fashion, almost like one
of those porn stars you see on videos.  She was pulling out all the
stops, proving to me that she could provide this much excitement for
me in the future.  She was trying to recreate for me what she felt
was the ultimate male fantasy.

"Oh, my, Jason.  You came a lot for me.  I'm gonna just have to make sure
I get you off quite often.  Those big balls of yours really make a
lot of cum in a hurry.  Perhaps it was my inspiration?" she cooed in
mock little-girl fashion.  It was obviously a little contrived, but at
that moment I cared very little.

Lovingly like a cat, she licked my cock clean, pausing a few times to
look up erotically into my eyes.  Smiling self-contentedly, Jan pulled
my briefs up, then my pants; finishing by zipping and fastening them
properly.  She patted my semi-flaccid penis as a final gesture.

"There now Jason, did I give you something to remember my by.  I was sure
trying to.  Now, I gotta go."


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