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The Beauty Mark  **  The Evolution 0f Miss Jan Pearson

By Lazarus

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.

***

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 that was 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 was
grinding 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.

***END Part 1


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