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Subject: {ASSM} Jan Pearson Part 5 (MF/Teens, Rom)
Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2002 23:10:02 -0400
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The Beauty Mark, Part 5


Hot Lights 2 ** The Evolution of Miss Jan Pearson ** # 5

by Lazarus Lazaruspowers69@hotmail.com


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It was about 10:30 by the time I got to the house, tired, shaky, and
confused.

I fixed myself a hot bath, and climbed in. More than anything else,
I needed to find reality. The last days had been the most surreal
and incredible experience of my life, but now I needed a dose of something
that made sense.

"She's just another girl," I told myself. "Okay, she's smart, beautiful
and hot, but so what? What you're feeling now is no different than what
you might feel for Heather, or any other classmate under the circumstances.
Lord it's only been three days."

I closed my eyes, slightly more contented. I was a little calmer now, but
still far from comfortable with the situation. Still underneath my
composure
I knew I was telling myself a lie.

"...And there's no way in the world she really wants to come over here;
it's not like she's ready for this next step, right?" I knew that girls
separated the petting and the rest of that from actual sex-- still, I hoped
she was ready for the commitment that the next step would bring. If she
wasn't, I knew she might be too ashamed after what had happened tonight to
ever want to be with me again, and I prayed that would not be the case.

Unfortunately, though, it was hard NOT to think about the other things-- her
soft skin, her luscious kiss, and the way her body moved against me. But
maybe, with a little bit of distance, both geographically and emotionally,
it would just fade into memory. The future could take care of itself. One
thing was for sure. For the first time in ages, I wasn't thinking about
Heather. And regardless of anything else I may have felt or thought, that
was probably the best sign of all. With that thought firmly implanted in
my mind, I climbed into bed, hoping to find the solace of slumber. Sleep,
however, was not forthcoming. The best I could really do was kind of
a half-sleep, half-dream where the only thing I could think of was lovely
Jan, her body pressed against me, her lips and tongue searching my body--
and her smoldering eyes burning deeply into my soul.

This was when I heard the doorbell ring, and I rolled over, looking vacantly
around my darkened room. Drowsily I strained to see the glowing numerals
of the clock. It was just coming up on 11:30 --'Oh My God!'

I bolted upright in bed, trying to run the details of the situation through
my beleaguered brain. 'The Body Shop' closed at 11:00, and she was going to
stay with Jeanne 'til closing. "No," I said to myself. "It couldn't be.
Jan just isn't ready for this, or is she?." What suddenly entered my mind
was whether I really was either.

Quickly throwing on a bathrobe, I hurdled downstairs, running over in my
mind what I would say, what I would do if it WAS her. Wondering, with
more than a twinge of guilt if I wanted to consummate our relationship out
of a need for conquest, or worse still, out of a need to possess her, I
hoped fervently that she would be on the other side of my door.

I opened the portal slowly. As it turned out, I didn't even have time to
blink
or even say a word. It was as if a little tornado came through the door.
In
one motion, Jan blew through the door, spun around and slammed it forcefully
behind her. Without even a 'Hello', she was in my arms, her lips kissing
feverishly at my mouth. When I finally gained enough sense to open it, her
tongue quickly found its mate, thrusting deeply, suggestively, once, twice,
a
third time, before retreating to cavort sensuously about.

"Do you still want me?", she said breathlessly, parting from me for only a
second. She immediately kissed me again, not even waiting for a reply. My
hands were clumsily working by now, trying desperately, awkwardly to
remove her coat.

"Kinda thought you might be going to decide against this tonight," I said,
certainly as breathless as she was, but not because of physical effort.
"You've been so wrapped up in the new Jan, I wondered if you realized what
we had together. If we do make love tonight, Jan, what will every one
say...
after only two days together."

"Who's gonna tell? You?"

She had a point.

Jan paused long enough to help me get her little dress off, then seemingly
exasperated at my slowness, she grabbed it from me, tossing the garment
shamelessly aside. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and she had to
smile at my surprise.

"Made up my mind, lover... a long time ago. I knew that if I had the
chance, I was going to not pass it up. You see, Jason, all you had to do
was ask."

With that, she almost tore my robe off, and once again, I felt our two naked
bodies pressing against each other. Her tongue moved furiously at my neck,
as apparently she remembered the effect this had on me the last time she did
it, or for that matter any time she had.

I needed to slow her down for a minute, if for no other reason than to let
my
mind catch up to the situation. "Are you sure you really want to do this?"
I asked, haltingly, searching her eyes for some sign of doubt. "You don't
have to you know."

Jan's mischievous grin gave rest to any pause I might have had. "If you
have
to ask that, you haven't been paying attention," she chirped, looking me
straight in the eye. " ...For quite a while now."

Who was I to argue? "My bedroom's upstairs," I replied, as I took her by
the
hand, and we walked up the stairs to my room silently, her tiny trembling
fingers gripping mine as if her life depended on it. For all her sass and
bravado, my love was just as nervous as I.

Once inside the room, I turned the lights back on, and then dimmed them low
enough making sure the room had a romantic glow. The soft light bathed
her curvaceous body and instilled a twinkle in her dancing eyes. Our focus
never left each other's eyes, as we allowed the unspoken depth of our
emotion to pass between us. I took her face in my hands and kissed her as
gently as I could.

"Tell me why you're here," I finally asked. "I think I know, but this guy
needs to hear it again."

"Because you're you," Jan responded. "You're the only one who's ever treated
me with respect and class. Most of the people who I deal with, just say
`OK,
little nerd, do what we expect you to. Be a mouse, be smart, don't feel any
emotion... just be what we expect. I told you I take calculated risks, I
didn't say they were always WISE ones, but Jason, I've never been more
sure of anything in my life."

I started to speak, but Jan stilled me with a meaningful look.

"So you come to me, out of the blue, telling me that I'm wonderful,
sweet, beautiful, sexy ...things I haven't heard before... not from any
other boys, not from anyone. They only taunt me for what I had no control
over. In two whirlwind, crazy days, you've treated me better than I ever
expected any boy to treat me. Jason, what I really mean, is you are the
only guy who has come into my life and treated me like a girl to be
desired."

She took MY face into her hands now, and kissed me even more gently
than I had kissed her. "How could I not come over when you invited me?
Would I have lost you if I hadn't come? I hope not, but giving my body's
final gift to you is my own idea. I give it freely to the first boy I have
ever loved."

She led me over to my bed, and gently pushed me down onto it, back
first. Kneeling beside me, her hands started rubbing my chest, gently yet
with obvious purpose.

"Now it's your turn," Jan whispered. "Why me?"

In truth, I really wasn't sure I could voice all the reasons... but once I
started talking, the focus seemed to be clearer. "You know, I'll be the
first to tell you, I don't really know every single reason why, there are so
many. But I do know that you were the first one to really make me feel
truly
cared about in an awfully long time. After everything that happened with
Heather, it had been forever since anyone had done that, if anyone ever
actually did. You made me feel that you wanted me because I was me... not
some school sports hero that a girl counted as a trophy boyfriend."

"Then, on a lark, I logged onto your computer the other night, and
you're telling me how you feel so ugly and plain, how you really think no
man will ever want you because of some blemish that I hardly see. Yet
standing before me is the most delectable girl I have ever seen. But
really, there's even more to it than that. I saw how smart you are, how
indomitable and determined you are: one little girl fighting the world.
I learned how you have worked so hard in secret to make your self more
desirable... do you know how utterly sexy that is too?"

Jan nodded, emotion clouding her eyes. I pushed verbally onward.

"You haven't deceived me. You haven't led me to believe anything about
yourself that isn't true, and I can see it in your eyes, and hear it in
your voice. You're real... more real than anything I ever thought possible.
Because of that, I've fallen a hell of a lot faster than I ever have
before."

I caressed her face, brushing the scar lightly as I held her gaze.

"And I owe all of myself to you. You have made me alive, made me
believe, Jason Smith," Jan countered.

Jan had stopped stroking, and was looking intently into my eyes. Her own
by now, were tearing up. "You really sure that your future includes me?",
she whispered. "Even after I tricked you to get you to notice me. Do you
really want US to work as much as I do?"

"To paraphrase you," I whispered back, grinning at her, "how could I NOT
think
that way?"

With this, she laid down next to me, gave me a quick kiss, and held me
close. We stayed that way for a long time, until finally Jan spoke.

"Look... I don't know how well this romance is going to turn out, but if
you're willing to give this a chance, do you think..."

I put my finger to her lips. "Yes. I never was really mad at you," I
said.

Tenderly, we kissed, and our hands started exploring each other. She
seemed to really enjoy pinching my nipples between her fingers, and I liked
her tracing her fingernails down my spine, which was rapidly becoming a
familiar sensation for me. I responded to her in kind and was treated
with a shuddering gasp in return.

I rolled her over so that she was lying on her back, and began my
exploration
of her voluptuous body in earnest. I kissed her neck, forcefully
maneuvering
my tongue along the corners of her silky throat. She reacted to it exactly
as
I had when she was doing it to me, pulling me tightly against her and
moaning
softly. Before she could return the favor, I moved further down her body,
rubbing my lips between her perfect breasts, kissing there ever so lightly.

I slipped over to her right breast, and cupped it in my hand. My trembling
fingers rolled over her nipple gently, as her body quivered. My tongue
began tracing ever-narrowing circles around her areola, and she writhed with
delight, pausing only to gasp when one of my hands started playing with
the other perfect globe of flesh. As I did this, I could feel her raising
her
hips and torso, to try to bring her body even closer to my attentions.

I ignored her unspoken plea to quench her growing lust, and continued
teasing her breasts even more, enjoying the sweet torture I was inflicting.
Finally, taking a nipple into my mouth, I sucked more strongly, licking it
with
abandon. What few reservations Jan may have had were rapidly disappearing
with
every movement of my lips and my tongue. I found my self enjoying her
distraction, as her moans and whimpers became ever louder. "Oh my God...
I've
never felt this good..." she hissed. These last two days..."

Smiling, I moved my tongue down her stomach, and traced a moist trail to her
mons. Playing with the slight patch of soft hair, tickling her inner
thighs, before I casually pulled away, elicited a VERY frustrated sigh from
Jan.
This, however, quickly changed to exclamations of sheer pleasure and
abandonment
when I began licking and sucking purposefully on the flesh just outside her
vulva. She was, I remembered from previous experience, slightly ticklish,
but
judging from her giggles interspersed with light muscle twitches, it was
more than
the tickling sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Slowly, I kissed my way down her legs-- over her calves, behind her
knees, then ever so slowly back up her thighs to the point where she was
begging me to bring pleasure to the place she needed most.

"Jason," she said, "please don't make me wait."

"But Jan, darling," I said teasingly, "didn't you say that teasing was
where most of the fun comes from?"

"Yes," she said. "But not ALL of it, sweetheart."

I winked, and started back over her tight little tummy, as she moved
involuntarily under my ministrations.

"Me and my big mouth," she said, laughing, wiggling with pleasure.

I was determined to make this wonderful for her tonight, if it was within my
power. And as I finished tracing my tongue down toward her core and began
exploring her softening sex, weeping with her building excitement, I felt
her
reach for my head. Pulling me tightly into her, I felt a soft little
shudder
once more traversing her body. I lightly kissed her labia, which elicited
another gasp, and out of the corner of my eye I could see her hands, which
she
had removed from my hair, tightly gripping the sheets. I was determined to
be a
perfect lover to Jan tonight-- our special night. We had been rushed
before,
driven by our fevered lust. I would worship at the alter of her perfect
womanhood, shower her with my adulation, until she was completely ready.

I took a finger and lightly brushed her soft, now swollen lips, and she
began
spreading her beautiful legs wider in response, opening herself up to me,
allowing me to see her every contour in the soft light.

Moving my finger along her wet slit, I found her opening, and slowly pushed
the digit inside her, so that my fingertip was rubbing the top of her
vagina.
She groaned more loudly, as I began thrusting the finger softly and
sensuously
in and out of her. Then, as she was responding to that slow rhythm, meeting
my movements with her body, I began again to lightly lick her clit with my
tongue.

Suddenly, it was almost like a bomb had gone off. It only took a few licks
with my tongue for her body to start gripping my finger, to the point
where even with her obvious slickness, the friction bound it to her flesh
as if it were locked in a vice. She brought her hands back to my head and
pulled
me firmly against her once again as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her
body.
Placing my other hand under her back as she brought it up from the sheet, I
felt her convulse and shiver uncontrollably as she came, strongly, with
complete
and total abandon.

She tugged at my head pulling me up until I was compelled to move my face to
hers, and she kissed me feverishly, even more deeply than before. "I can
taste
myself on your lips," she breathed. "Now I want to taste you."

She rolled me so that I was on my back, and I expected that she would
probably tease me as I had teased her. She didn't disappoint.

Jan took an excruciatingly long time. She seemed intent on tracing every
inch of my body with her tongue and lips, just as I had done to her. I
certainly was not complaining, even when she made a point to tease my cock
several times, only to move slowly away, obviously enjoying herself
immensely.

"I'm gonna slow you down a little bit lover," Jan demurred.

But when she finally DID get there, she didn't waste any time. She
flicked her tongue along the underside of my shaft, then over the head,
seemingly
knowing that this was the best way to pleasure me. I certainly couldn't
hide how much I was enjoying the feel of her hot mouth on my throbbing
member.

She took me completely into her mouth then-- or as completely as she could
considering how excited I was. This was not the first time Jan had taken my
manhood like this, but I still gasped at the sensation, the feeling of her
slowly riding my turgid length with her lips was incredible. And what was
more, she continued to flick her tongue along my most sensitive spots, quite
a unique trick, but one that I was growing to appreciate more each second.

The tension began slowly to build for me. My body longed for release, but
Jan
wasn't about to allow that to happen. Time and again, she brought me very
close
to the edge, before dropping me down ever so gently. I lost count after the
first few times she did this. The little rag doll was quite an oral lover,
and I thought to myself that she must have done a lot of research on her own
to get this way.

"Jan, I don't know if I can take this," I said, gasping.

She merely grinned. "Now who's not enjoying the teasing?" she said,
wickedly.
I finally looked into her eyes, with the most loving look I could muster,
pleading by my expression for a release I needed so desperately. It must
have
done something, because all of a sudden I saw her shiver involuntarily, and
move back slightly from me to ready her final assault.

"Maybe I do have the power you say I do," I whispered. I didn't have
long to ponder this thought, though, as she came up by my side and kissed
me deeply again.

"Take me," Jan said. "Now."

I rolled on top of her, looking deeply into her heavy lidded, lust filled
eyes. Then I quickly found the condom I had placed close by in readiness.
She smiled, taking it from me with trembling hands, then deliberately
slipped
it on, rolling it slowly as far down my rigid length as it would go.
Finally
I pressed the head of my sheathed pulsating erection against her hot moist
opening.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Please," she whispered, and guided me into her. I was surprised that
I found no barrier to my fulfillment, only her torrid depths.

The feel of her against me was unreal. Even with the condom, I could
tell she was completely, and utterly soaked. There was no acting whatsoever
going on this time, and I knew I was so excited that I would have trouble
containing my orgasm. Holding my throbbing member still to allow the
urgency
within my groin to subside, I gazed down at her lovely face, beaming, eyes
closed. I so wanted to please her.

Finally, after what seemed an agonizingly long time, I started to slowly
move inside of her. I was kissing her softly in time to my deliberate
gentle thrusts, but it didn't take her long to start wanting more.

"Harder, harder," she gasped.

"Whatever you do, don't stop. I want you, Jas, just fuck me. Please. Fuck
me with your thick cock. I've waited so long for this."

I certainly needed no further encouragement.

After a few quick thrusts, the encouragement became more vocal. "Oh God,
don't stop!... Please don't stop!"

Placing her hands against my chest, she rolled, quickly, so that she was on
top, and started bouncing furiously on me. I was rapidly losing control but
I was past thinking about that, and I kept thrusting upward trying to match
her wanton rhythm.

The climax, when it quickly came, was overwhelming. She pulled me up
to her, so that she was essentially sitting in my lap, and we both reveled
in the feeling as we embraced tightly, trying to pull each other into our
bodies. Mutually giving in to our lust, screaming, cumming, wave after wave
crashing over us, our bodies trembling, shaking, like an earthquake moving
the very earth underneath us, we melted together as one. We both
moaned in unison, not caring, or even listening, because we were too
busy pleasing, loving each other. ...the first time for each of us.

We ultimately rolled apart, still clinging to each other. We were sated for
the moment. Our lust was diminished, but not our emotion as we were
reminded
of our mutual love by the nearness of our flesh. I looked into the half
closed
eyes of my soul mate. She smiled back and kissed her finger, pressing it to
my
lips.

"Jason, I love you."

Brushing back her disheveled hair from her glowing face, I returned
the favor.

"Jan Pearson, I love you too."

She smiled that little smile of hers, and caressed my cheek with her hand.

"Jason... it was everything I dreamed of and more."

We looked at each other, warming in the after glow of our union.

Jan kissed me tenderly then, with love not lust this time. "You have no
idea how scared I was... not of loving you or of going all the way...
sounds so funny, does it not... going all the way... I was scared,
not of the pain, I took care of that a year ago on one of those
lonely Friday nights, but that I would disappoint you, not be perfect.
I've rehearsed this in my dreams so many times. Well, don't get the
big head, lover, but you were better in the flesh than in the spirit.
Now, hold me tight, were gonna wake up in each others' arms in the
morning. I am gonna dream for a little... then we'll try it again...
just to see if we did it like we were supposed to."

Jan giggled in little girl fashion.

"What ever you say, Jan...what...ever...you...say."


***End #5

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