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The Beauty Mark, Part 6

The Tryout** The Evolution of Miss Jan Pearson ** # 6

by Lazarus

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This new celebrity status was taking a bit of getting used to. Jan,
you see, had come to the aid of a friend in need, and fortunately everyone
realized this fact. Her reasons for putting her body on display had
stopped some of the most negative publicity, but some of the now rival
females at school still treated her with obvious disdain, at least those
who didn't know her.

With the dubious notoriety came the realization that nothing would
be the same. Even though her reputation as a 'good girl' might have
been destroyed, my peers, belonging to a generation comfortable with
all things sexual, gave her a lot of latitude in her behavior-- and
certainly a lot of attention for her sensuality.

Even more importantly, Jan was being true to her word. She had promised
me that her one 'show' would be enough to satisfy her thirst for erotic
exhibitionism, and she seemed completely content to stay by my side, now,
showering me alone with her considerable attentions. Our relationship
had progressed to an even more intimate level; and as happens many times
with this inevitable evolution, our public behavior actually became
less sexually demonstrative. Behind closed doors, we explored each
others' bodies, simultaneously becoming ever more acquainted with the
spirit that lay beneath. Yet to the casual observer, we appeared to be just
two teens enjoying each other's company. We were a couple now, in
every sense of the word. Having shared completely our physical attributes,
as well as our spiritual ones, we were one now in both mind and body...
or as much so as two teens that had been a couple only a few days
could be. We were in love with love as it seemed.

People who had heard details of Jan's show reacted to us a bit differently.
We were met everywhere with knowing smiles and whispers. She on most
occasions still wore her old clothes. She was as yet a little unsure
of her role as the new lust object on campus; a role she had unabashedly
sought, yet was not sure now she was totally comfortable with. For the
rest of her public ventures, she chose more stylish skirts, slacks and
tops, at least as stylish as a girl of her means could afford-- nothing too
revealing, but just right to prove that the accounts of her body were not
totally exaggerated. True, of late, the guys had expanded her virtues
beyond the mortal, but this was only natural as each male tried to top
the previous account of her performance. I just sat back and enjoyed the
circus. Every man likes to be seen as being able to attract a gorgeous
babe-- after all, it's good for the ego.

Probably because of all the attention, Jan was becoming more reconciled
to the scar, but unfortunately, it still held too much sway over her public
persona. She did finally realize that her body tended to attract
attention from her blemished cheek, especially if she chose to dress even a
little bit provocatively. She was a 'babe' now and she knew it. She no
longer had something to prove. At least this is what I thought; and above 
all,
she was my girl.

***

Friday nights now were much like other nights. Jan and I were inseparable
so it became another night to be spent with her. We tried, however, to
make the week-ends somewhat special by adding more romantic pursuits.
We went to movies, or a nice place to eat, but since our time together
was understood, we usually decided on the spot, what to do. Jan's wardrobe
was limited by her finances and her checkout job at the food mart forced
her to improvise, within a budget. This was a fact I knew, and charity
for her was not something to be taken lightly. I bought her a few things,
but she would not accept a lot because of her pride. She kidded me about
forging an ID and dancing at the Body Shop, but we both knew this was out
of the question. I would not allow it anyway. I was very much in love
with one Jan Pearson, and she reciprocated in kind. Our sexual encounters,
were extensions of our intimacy and our relationship. Jan freely exhibited
her body for me but we did not consummate our relationship again, at least
in the biblical sense.

Sometimes it was a tease to frustrate me, sometimes I was asked to
pleasure her, or her, me, and sometimes we just cuddled and talked. Jan
said that if I 'shagged' her too often, I might get tired of the
'merchandise', a fact I sorely disputed. There was no arguing, however,
and whatever came about, I ended up elated with. Even when she teased and
excited me to where I thought I could no longer stand it, I found that
the frustration only heightened my desire for her. This was a fact that
she knew and took great joy in. Thank God this was not too often, and
I believe it took just as much will power on her part as mine. The new
Jan was as much a sexual animal as an intellectual one. In short, Jan was
learning to enjoy being erotic as much as being sexy. She was also
learning that the forbidden fruit would only taste sweeter because of
the wait.

***

Well, another Friday night was rolling around, and I was on my way to pick
up the most delectable girl at Central High. The expectation of what she
had in mind for the evening was bouncing around in my otherwise vacant mind.
You see, when I got to spend an evening with Jan Pearson, I didn't want to
contemplate much else. She made every minute an adventure, whether it was
discussing philosophy or seeing how long I could withstand her lingual
assaults, whether physical or verbal.

As I pulled into the ramshackle old driveway, I saw her battered ten
year old Volvo in the back. It wasn't the fanciest set of wheels, but it
got her around. It kinda fit her too she said, or at least the old Jan.
She still kept a little plastic elephant hanging from the rear view
mirror. "You see, Jason," Jan would say, "elephants never forget...
especially where they came from."

"Good", I thought to myself, "she got off work on time."

Her folks' car was nowhere to be seen, as usual, so I just walked in the
back and hollered.

"Jan, ya ready? Where we goin, and what are we doin'?"

"'Bout five minutes lover, so cool your jets. Raid the fridge if you like,
but I thought we might make it easy and go down to the drive-in and get a
burger. Then, how 'bout we go for a ride and I pay for my meal... 'so to
speak', as you like to so often say. I could get to like being a kept
woman, you know." I heard the buzz of a hair drier from upstairs. "I got a
surprise for you? Guess who is invited to tryout for the varsity 
cheerleaders?"

"You?"

I feigned surprise, but I had set it up with my buddies on the team. A
faint whiff of perfume was in the air. Something special must be in the 
offing.

Jan probably suspected my complicity by the sound of my voice.

"You have anything to do with that?" she enquired.

"Well, being the lust object of the starting QB does have its perks, ya
know," I quipped back.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but it might be time to remind our
student body of the reasons I belong on the squad. What do you think?"

"I'm game for that, gorgeous. I've kinda missed the little exhibitionist
I created. By the way, I can think of two very obvious reasons right off."

Jan's shoes clanked down her stairs.

"How 'bout this for a little T and A show? Do you have any idea how much
money it takes to look this cheap?" she chirped. "I used YOUR money this
time you know."

My jaw dropped as Jan swayed into the room. Her skirt was so short that
the lacy front panel of her panties could be glimpsed as she walked. Her
perfect tanned legs were showcased by high heeled sandals. I forced my eyes
upward not wanting to leave the vision of those unbelievable limbs. I am
a sucker for great legs, and Jan's were exquisite. Above her waist band,
her toned stomach was bare to where her thin top was tied just below the
contours of perfect breasts. Her shoulder length hair was down, framing
her cute face.

"Do we have to go out tonight? I have the sudden urge to be very alone
with you. Actually, what I want is to slip that little skirt off and screw
your brains out... and by the way, I could care less about the cost... that
outfit is HOT. Just kinda' wish it wasn't quite to revealing... to
everyone else," I informed, feeling the first pangs of pre-exhibition
jealousy.

Jan pirouetted on tiptoes for my full examination. I could only stare.

"Good, my ensemble has the desired effect. I want every boy in school to
feel just like you, except it's your cock that is gonna pound this pussy
tonight, after I make all the rest as hard and as big as they can muster.
And I can see by your slacks, that you are doing some mustering right now.
Kinda funny lover, not much slack in the old slacks, huh?"

Jan smiled mischievously, throwing her shoulders back she walked slowly
toward me. Placing one hand over my shoulder, she looked up into my eyes.
Her lips sought mine and she kissed me deeply. Her free hand soon
found my rapidly hardening penis and began to slowly rub it thru my
expanding clothing.

"God, Jason, do you know how bad I want you to do just that... fuck me
that is. A woman in heat is hornier than about any boy. That's how we
keep the old species going. I am in heat right now and I have been for
the last weeks... because of you. Every time I see you I want to slide
your pants down and pump up your big cock, and then ride you 'til you cum."

I swallowed hard, but no words came to my lips.

"I get so jealous sitting in the stands hearing girls talk about your
cute butt, or wondering what you got behind that big bulge you boys have
in your uniforms. I know they say things just to get to me, but I can't
help worrying that some sexy sophomore will catch your eye, and I'll be
history.

"Come on Jan, you know better," I reminded her in a now raspy voice.

"Why do you think I try so hard? Jason I can't bear the thought of not
being with you. Those years I watched from afar. I dreamed about you,
and fell asleep pretending it was your fingers on my clit, not mine. Your
the best looking, most eligible, piece of girl lust in school. I'm going
to do my best to keep you for the rest of my life... besides, I think we
make a good team."

"Jan, we haven't been together long enough to be totally comfortable with
our commitment. I worry about losing you, too. I don't always think
with my cock ya know, although looking at you just now kinda reminded me
of how great it'd feel to be inside you. But it's really you that I love;
the sexy bod is just icing on the cake."

Jan was still absentmindedly rubbing my throbbing member, and I was about
to go past the point of no return.

"Errr... if you don't want to have to wash my clothes, you might want to
move your hand," I said, my voice a little distant.

"Sorry, Hon, kinda got lost in space. Dreamin' about what we gotta do to
make those two point three kids I want. Men, I have read, get off on a
nice pair a legs, or great tits, and that is enough. The old testosterone
just takes over. Well, us of the fairer sex, like a little romance to go
with the flesh of steel you bury between our legs... 'so to speak'," she
grinned then, knowingly, having placed the inflection on my favorite saying.

Jan let the tiny smile slide across her face before she became serious
again. After the last few days, I was well aware of her fondness for the 
dramatic,
and her need to release all her pent up frustrations by analyzing them.

"A hard cock goes a long way, but the thought of playing house turns me on
too. 'J', I can't wait to play house with you. I want to wake up in your
arms, and kiss you at sunrise. Then, believe it or not, I want to make your
breakfast. I want to run around dusting in little skimpy things, putting
on a tease; I want to slip into the shower with you when you least expect
it, and help you wash ALL over. I want to give birth to you offspring.
I want to grow old with you.... Sound weird?"

I kissed her again, then patted her cute little rump for good measure.

"Let's get goin', since I gotta wait 'til after your little exhibition to
get you alone. We can go house hunting in four or five years." I intended
to sound insensitive and crass, and my endeavors were met with an
appropriate expression of female disgust.

"Crist, is that all you can think about? I bare my soul to you and all you
want is a piece of ass," Jan replied teasingly, her eyes twinkling.

"Jan, I want your ass and no one else's... now let's go. I think for once
I'm gonna enjoy watching a bunch of guys drooling over my babe."

I followed Jan out to the car and she let me open her door for her.
Usually, 'Miss Lib' wouldn't allow it, but tonight she was more intent on
putting on a show, and I was the first client. Sliding her scantily clad
rear into the seat, she deliberately stretched her curvy lower limbs as
she slipped them seductively behind the dash. She appeared to enjoy
teasing me, as she flounced her tiny skirt, flashing her lace panties.

"Jas, put your eyes back in your head. You've seen me naked almost every
other night for three weeks. Thanks for the silent compliment, and, don't
get me wrong, I do enjoy being looked at, 'cause teasing you is fun,
especially when I know you can't do anything about it... like right now." 
Then finally
fixing her owl like eyes on mine in mock seriousness, she observed, "as
they say, suffering is good for the soul."

"Suffer, yah... first ya want me to buy you a house and then deposit
enough of my sperm in you to produce two offspring and a blob, now you tell
me you are going to tease me for a couple of hours by making me look at
something I can't touch," I protested.

Jan faked indignation, playing the vamp to the hilt.

"Well, if I gotta be a workhorse and a sex slave, I guess I couldn't have
a better master."

"Ya better believe it buster!" Jan replied, her face now lit by a
megawatt smile.

I ran to the other side and hopped in. Jan leaned over the console of
the car, her eyes dancing, as she put her hand purposefully on my thigh.

"And don't you ever forget it either. I want the biggest house in town...
to go with the most perfect husband. If he just happens to be hung like
a stud horse, well that is just a bonus."

We drove over to the drive-in making small talk. Jan and I had been an
item for only three weeks, but sometimes it seemed like we had known each
other forever. From our first night working on the computer, we had shared
an intimacy that some married couples never achieve. I could talk to Jan
like I could with no girl before her. I could talk about how scared I was
about the college football scholarship, about how I worried about not
making the grade at the next level. I had told her about being scared of
failing. She talked about how her life had changed because of the accident.
Her parents had never been too caring, and after her disfigurement, they
had drawn even further away. Jan worked to pay for almost everything she
had; they gave her only a room. She talked about waking up every morning
and looking in the mirror to see if that horrible scar was still there.
She talked about how looks for a girl became so important; about how
cruel her classmates were when she hurt so bad. She told me that even
then, I was different-- Tonight however, we talked about our last year
of high school, and parties, and having fun.

"Jas, I want to be a cheerleader," she informed me, telling me something
I already thought might be true.

Jan, I knew in the past, had held a certain disdain for 'RAH RAH's' as she
called them. It has been obvious from the way she acted in class whenever
Heather or Kelly were around. Then, the little ragdoll with the econo
clothes, would openly bristle. Now, she seemed to tell a different tale.

"I didn't know for sure when I got the team to nominate you. Why do you
want to now?"

"Same reason as the strip show," she replied.

"Jan, you got nuthin' to prove anymore."

"Yes I do. I guess I always will. I want to prove something to everybody
that laughed at me. I want to cram it up those stuck up bitches so bad
I can taste it... but most of all, I want to validate myself to you.
You're 'bout the only person I care about Jason, and I want to show you
that I can be a social animal too... fit with your crowd, I guess..........
oh! I don't know . God, I'm so messed up. How come you love such a
screwed up broad?"

We just looked at each other for a second. Then our grins spread into
smiles, knowing smiles. Laughter soon followed. She leaned over and
encircled my neck with her arms, kissing me tenderly on the cheek. No
words were spoken or needed. Holding hands, the naturalness of our
relationship, we were two kids, mature beyond our years, in love with US.

As we pulled into the drive-in, we noted the usual assortment of school
chums. Several teammates were numbered among the group. A good audience
to be sure.

"Pull in over there Jason, that way I can walk completely across the lot
to make my entrance," Jan purred.

Jan grabbed a quick glance in the mirror and swung the door open.
Languidly, she stretched out her legs and slid out of the seat. She
tried to cover her panties as demurely as possible, but the wished for
effect was, to show every boy across the lot her plump little lace
covered crotch. About that time Bubba, all two hundred forty five
pounds of him, dropped his cherry limeade. It splattered across the
asphalt.

"Looks like your left tackle just cast my first vote, Mr. All-State
Quarterback."

"Be gentle with him, babe, he protects my ass... you know, the one you
profess to love," I quipped.

"I will, besides, I think he may make a quick exit to the little boys room
for some needed attention here pretty quick. I wish Jen from my Trig class
was here. She told me how much she might like to help him out of his
current predicament. He looks like he could use the help about now."

We walked across the parking lot together. Jan was clinging to my arm,
while she simultaneously wiggled her delicious little rear. I could feel
her breast jiggle just the right amount against my upper arm. The other
one must have presented quite a sight. Every male mouth in the place was
agape, and those with female accompaniment were being admonished to close.
We made the required rounds, conversing briefly with several groups. When
a girl was present, Jan was greeted with an icy stair. She was treading
on thin ice with this outfit and she knew it.

"Let's get our food and leave, Jas. I may have gone a little too far.
Like, tomorrow I'll be Jason's little 'hoe'. Sometimes it's just not
bright to show-up the local talent."

"Like you weren't after the Body Shop?" I retorted, really knowing better.

We walked to the window, and ordered burgers and cokes to go. Jan leaned
on the counter beside me. We both knew the view from the parking area must
be quite scenic. 'Not much talking was going on. Milly, a girl from school
waited on us.

"Hi Guys," she gushed. "Congratulations on the cheer squad pick, Jan."

"Thanks Mil, I was surprised," Jan gave my arm a little tight squeeze.

Just as our food arrived, a familiar whiney voice emerged from the throng
behind us.

"Hey Pearson. Don't you think you might catch cold in that?"

It was Heather, resplendent in tiny skin-tight shorts and her head
cheerleader's jacket. Jan turned slowly, trying to appear cordial. As
usual, Heather's entourage of followers and cronies stood behind her.
The town banker's little girl could buy whatever friends she needed.

"Hi Heather. I didn't know you were here," Jan smiled weakly in reply.

Heather was always a bitch, and tonight she seemed more so. Jan could not
help bristling at the sight of the buxom blond. Heather's breasts were
clearly outlined behind the open coat. She was stacked and she liked to
prove it.

"Hear you are gonna try out for the cheer squad," Heather opened the verbal
assault.

"Yes, I don't know why I was nominated, but I AM going to try out."

"I don't know why either, but we sure won't win any competitions with a
scar faced little slut in the group," the golden maned beauty retorted.

A hush fell over the group watching the confrontation. Jan was startled
by the open aggression For the second time in less than a month, Jan and
Heather were at each other's throats. I stepped forward to her defense.

"Bag it Heather!" I challenged.

"How 'bout a bag for her face then? Little lap dog Jason , all 'PWed'.
Pretty soon you're not even gonna need a jock."

"Let's go Jan, Heather needs to cool down a little," I said, reaching for
an arm of the girl beside me.

"We'll see who cools down, Jason." Heather was snippy.

Stepping toward her adversary, Heather ceremoniously poured her ice
water across Jan's thin top. The water quickly absorbed into the shiny
surface rendering it totally transparent. Promptly, as if on cue, two
hard protruding nipples reared in the centers of dark circular areola.
I had seen Jan's mammary development many times by now, but the essence
of her near nudity, of ALMOST nothing covering her perfect contours
was unbelievable. Even Heather was taken aback. Heather might have a
great chest, but Jan's was, while not as large, simply fantastic."

"Jan, You OK?" I asked.

Jan stood in the center of our group, open and vulnerable. Tears started
to well in her eyes. She was mad, and simultaneously hurt. Still, she
made no attempt to cover her breasts. If anything she trust her chest to
even greater dimension. Her hardened nipples stretched their flimsy
restraints, defying the laws of gravity just as their owner defied the
confrontational villainess.

"Jason, I believe it IS time to leave," Jan snarled quietly.

She wheeled in her tracks, flashing her friends and foes alike. It was
time to get my girl away from the situation. Heather had all her gang
with her, and most of my buddies were now gone. Jan had made no friends
among the girls at the drive-in tonight, either. Women's jealousy
sometimes clouds reason, and quite a few females were now quite openly
jealous of the sexy little newcomer.

"Jan don't look back. Things could get outta hand real quick."

I didn't know how right I was. Heather must have seen us arrive and called
in some reinforcements. She had been waiting for the team to leave to
start something, and now Jan was vulnerable. We were essentially by
ourselves to confront Heather and her army of chums, kids she had bought
allegiance from and kids whose families owed her dad.

"I know, I know. Being here, like this tonight was kinda stupid. If we
get... if I get outa here, I'll never do it again," my beautiful little
girlfriend promised convincingly.

Too late, three guys grabbed me and pulled me aside.

I heard one say: "No offense Jason. Just cool it. We don't want trouble
with you."

Not much I was able to do anyway. I quickly counted up the odds and
figured that it was gonna take smarts not brawn to get out of this one.
Besides, I was almost certain that Heather was only trying to get a little
payback for the strip show-- not hurt anyone. Milly would be no help, she
was frozen at her window, either too scared or too interested to move.

"Jan, be careful... don't provoke anything," I whispered, pointing out the
obvious.

Everything appeared to move in slow motion.

"Heather, don't do anything stupid. I know you're miffed, but...
well, just don't," I begged.

Three of Heather's girl friends also had Jan and were dragging her over
to a canopy pole. They backed her up to the column and secured her hands
behind her with cord magically produced on the spur of the moment. All of
Jan's gymnastics and her workouts made her very strong but she knew better
than to resist here. I guessed that she had also decided that Heather
just needed a little payback and no real harm would be forthcoming.
Heather emerged from the shadows she had entered carrying a small camera.

"I want to have a little remembrance of this to show my grandkids."

Handing the camera to a bystander, Heather sauntered up to her bound
captive and with swift, calculated movements, quickly had Jan's tiny
skirt around her ankles. Grabbing her skimpy lace thong next, and
giving a forceful rip, Heather soon rendered her shivering adversary
naked from the waist down. Jan was scared now. She was outnumbered,
totally exposed in front of a group, and this time, not of her own volition.
At the Body Shop she had been in control, freely exhibiting her eroticism.
This was different. This was a perversion.

"My, my... what a sweet little pussy. Jan you've trimmed it up pretty nice.
Was that for lover boy over there?" Heather inquired.

I was beginning to get a little worried. This had gone way too far for
a joke, and Heather's future actions were now impossible to guess. Heather
was a spoiled brat used to getting her way either by her looks or daddy's
money. Now I was beginning to believe she was also mentally unstable.

"Heather, please don't do anything stupid." "You've had your fun," I
implored.

Jan just stood there. Her freight was slowly being replaced once again by
defiance. On tiptoes now to face her nemesis, the toned muscles of her
gorgeous legs were taught, perfectly defined in the glow of the canopy
lights. She spread them slightly to balance herself better, but not
wanting to expose her sex completely for all to view. Heather's eyes
traveled the length of Jan's curvaceous body, stopping finally to linger
on her groin.

"You ARE quite a specimen, you little bitch. I see what the fuss was
all about, but you're still not spirit material. We cheerleaders have to
keep certain code you know."

Heather slowly rubbed her hand over Jan's raised mons and down her slit and
plump little lips. Then she produced some athletic tape from her sateen
coat pocket, probably there to tape ankles for tumbling, but tonight I
feared a totally different purpose. Suddenly Jan too saw how the course of 
events
was unfolding, and her eyes grew wide in resultant understanding.

"Heather, please. .." she pleaded.

"Insolent little bitch!" the blond replied, tauntingly.

Heather unrolled several short lengths of tape and carefully placed the
strips over Jan's vulva. Standing up from her task, she smiled haughtily
at her fettered victim. Slowly she pealed the top of the cloth down, then
with a gruesome tug she ripped the tape downward. A muffled expletive
escaped her captive's mouth, and a hint of misting was visible in her eyes.
Heather repeated the process two more times, leaving my love's sex now
completely bare and red from the tearing. Jan no longer allowed her self
to voice anything. She just stood alone, chest heaving, and moist eyes
afire with indignation.

"Now, that's a lot better. We can't allow you on the squad like you
were."

Heather reacquired the camera from her lackey and snapped a picture of Jan
tied to the post, then one more from closer range, of her now completely
naked sex. The group of supporters was getting a bit uneasy now, but
Heather stilled them with a glare. They would not cross her, for many 
reasons.

Tears trickled down my love's cheeks as she implored, "Heather, please,
let me go. You've had your fun, please again, no pictures," Jan begged.

"Oh, I'm about done with you. I bet your boyfriend, over there is excited
to see how much better you look, all smooth now."

Surely Heather had had her fun. She had humiliated her foe in front of a
group. She had caused her physical pain as well as mental anguish. She
had made up the rules of the game and she had won. Neither Jan nor I
wanted to contend anything further. We just wanted to leave, and it
appeared that we just might pull it off. A girl to Jan's left started
to pick up her skirt as the one behind reached to begin to untie her.

"Hold it a minute", Heather demanded. "I just may not be through, after
all."

"What now?" I thought to myself. Heather seemed to be adlibbing as she
went. Some rumbles of grumbling sifted through the group. Most had seen
enough. At first it was fun to view the humiliation of the sexy little
upstart, but now, well, it should be over. Yet, none stepped forward to
stop the blond witch.

"Jan, I have but one requirement left for you. Pass this test and I won't
bug you again. You see, we cheerleaders have a reputation to uphold. We
will need to know that you have certain abilities... capacities to perform
your duties. I doubt that Jason has fully tested your capabilities. We
will need to see that ourselves."

Jan was puzzled, as was I. Jan was obviously athletic enough, a very good
tumbler. Certainly she looked good in short skirts. But Heather was not
interested in these realities. She was bent on further humiliation, as she
searched her brain for her strategy of choice. Perhaps search is not the
operative word, for her course of action had already been determined.

"Aaaaah...... I believe this will work," Heather said gleefully,
ceremoniously producing the largest rubber dildo I had ever seen from her 
bag. "If you
can take this, fit it up inside that miserable little pussy of yours, then
you get to go."

Heather handed the synthetic instrument of torture to Jan, a maniacal grin
playing across her visage.

Jan sobbed quietly. "Will you let me be with Jason now? Please? Just for
a minute."

"If you think your wimp can console you, then OK," the blond replied
commandingly.

My companions released me and I quickly made my way to Jan. Placing my
arms around her trembling shoulders I pulled her close. She leaned her
head on my shoulder, speaking quietly, haltingly in my ear. We shared
our little island surrounded by the crowd.

"Lover. I don't know how we got into this nightmare, but you have got to
help me get out of it. It may be weird, perverted, but I don't see a way
out and I do need your help."

I looked puzzled. Indeed I was bewildered by this situation too.

"You don't have any idea what this is all about now, do you? Jason,
Heather is crazy, she is spoiled, and she must be sexually perverted.
This whole scene has gone past the bizarre. This has turned into a
nightmare out of some cheap porno flick."

"Jan, how... what can I do? I feel responsible. Heather is taking her
anger for our failed relationship out on you."

"Jason, you know what she expects. I can't in a million years do what
she asks and be comfortable with myself. That night... at your place...
when we went all the way. I know you are pretty big , but I couldn't have
fit anymore of you in than you ...well, gave me. Even then, I don't
think it was all of it. Now she wants me to be initiated by something
that belongs inside a bucket, not me. No way, even if my life depended
on it, could I get that inside me. Now, I need a solution fast!"

A light suddenly dawned in my head, now I knew the reasons and how to's for
Jan's travail. I had heard the rumors of the private cheerleader
initiation. Heather was going to do it in public, and she certainly was 
upping the
stakes. I needed a plan quickly, and Jan was at this point clearly past
looking rationally at the situation. It was obvious also, that the crowd
was quickly losing their collective stomachs for the game. Heather was
growing impatient, too. I began my attack, and I just needed an opening.

"Heather?" I inquired, beginning slowly.

"Yes," the bleached witch replied imperiously.

"I heard a rumor that you cheerleaders, have a secret initiation, for new
members. I have heard some really interesting things go on."

"Yes?" Heather seemed a bit puzzled with where I was going, not quite so
sure of herself anymore. I continued.

"I hear that after the assembly, another meeting goes on, a private one, at
your own little party later. I bet your sponsor doesn't have a clue..."

"You've been listening to too many rumors, Jason," she countered, becoming
a bit more agitated.

"Perhaps, but I have also heard that sometimes when a girl... you know...
can't quite... well, doesn't want to, that you sometimes will let her
boyfriend on the team sort of fill in, if she has one."

I had everyone's attention by this time and Heather was beginning to
catch on.

"A buddy told me that if a girl will show you some evidence... a rubber
that's soiled, the outside all wet and slick, and the inside full of a milky 
gooh,
that she can get bye, right?"

"Getting pretty far fetched here, Jason. 'All just nasty jealous rumors."

"Perhaps, but I was wondering if you might let me sub with Jan? After all,
the rules just say a member of the football team."

"You two? Right here? Now?" Heather grinned.

I had painted myself into a corner and it was put up or shut up time.
The crowd was obviously in agreement. Heather would have no choice but
to let Jan off the hook. The idea of public sex was not very palatable,
but the alternative for the girl I loved was a lot worse. I had to
agree to her challenge.

"OK, but Pearson, this had better be good, for both you sakes."

I looked at my perfect little waif, so beautiful to me with her flawed
cheek, and boundless will. How could we have gotten ourselves into an
episode of 'Twilight Zone'?

"It will, Heather, it will." Jan responded, sounding a good deal more
confident than I at this point.

Jan placed her arms lovingly around my neck, the two of us oblivious
to the scene around us. This would be our salvation as we lost ourselves
in our shared affection. The trembling was gone now. Her eyes sought
mine.

"Jason, you don't have to do this. Heather was about through with her
stupid game. She intended to cause me a little more pain and humiliation.
If she drew some blood, figurative or literal, she would have quit. You do
know that what little is left of your 'good-boy' image will be gone after
this, too, don't you?"

I stilled her with a touch of my finger to her lips.

"Small price to pay", I whispered.

"Well, my studly knight, lets get it on, If we gotta do it, I want to
leave every person who watches with wet pants, including blondie."

I separated from Jan, never letting our eye contact waver. Purposefully,
I untied the soaked top and tossed it aside. Jan had started to massage
her now swollen clit, as much to turn me on as herself. She reciprocated
my action by unbuttoning my shirt and slipping it off my shoulders. Next,
she took some of her beginning wetness, and circled my nipples with the
moisture. I again drew her to me and shared another kiss, exploring each
others mouths with rapidly moving tongues. I felt her rock hard nipples,
now turgid with her excitement, burning against my chest. I was going to
be in need of some change in the position of my rapidly hardening member
soon, as it was caught at half mast between our bodies. Jan began to
realize it too, and parted from me a little. Breathlessly, she whispered
in my ear.

"Jason, remember when I said I was in heat. Do you know what a bitch
dog in heat needs?" She breathed sexily.

"No, Jan, what does she need?" I replied, following along.

She had only played before at this game, but now a new fantasy was
beginning for us; our words of lust, whispered between us, for no one
else to hear, were scripted spontaneously.

"Jason, what a bitch in heat needs, a bitch with a wet swollen pussy so
hot that she just can't stand it, is a big , loooong, haaaard cock to
cool down that hot, wet little hole of hers. Do you know where I might
find such a c..o..c...k. Jason?"

Looking deeply into her eyes, her smoldering sexuality was totally evident.
Intelligence is a powerful aphrodisiac and Jan was so wonderfully enticing.
I only hoped to be man enough to satisfy her.

"Cat got your tongue, Jason?" she inquired haughtily.

Slowly, seductively, she undid my belt, unzipped my fly and slid the
garment down. Lazily, she slid her hand down my stomach, deliberately
bringing it to rest on the tip of the head of my throbbing, still cloth
restrained penis. A minor gasp escaped the throng surrounding us, for
they could only guess at the words being whispered, but the actions
were obvious.

"My, my, Jason, what have I found? Is this a big, long, haaaard cock?
I so hope it is. I really need one right now."

I had started my own attack on her senses as I brought my lips to her
nipples, and placed a free hand at the entrance to her sex. Feeling her
pouring juices, I rubbed them around, causing a glistening appearance to
the labia and mons for all to see. As I entered her with one finger, she
gasped noticeably, a shudder running through her naked body. She writhed
slowly, undulating her pelvis as I ministered to her molten needs.

Then suddenly we stopped, both knowing what we had finally to complete.

"Well lover, we have reached a point of no return. This bunch wouldn't let
us stop how if we wanted to, and I don't really want to. Do you?"

I swallowed and nodded agreement.

"I think from the feel of that big sausage against my tummy, it's time to
show them what you got. I ain't got no more to show. Just... what ever
you do... don't let that big thing go off in me... k"

Jan ceremoniously looked down at what was so evident between us. Smiling
mischievously, she looked back at me. Reaching down to her moisture
laden labia, she gathered some of her copious flow and slathered the
area between her breasts.

"Too late to worry about hiding you now, anyway hon."

I looked down at my own hardness, the swollen, slickening head had emerged
from the top of my FOL's and was oozing pre-cum into my belly button. Jan
carefully, deliberately mindful of the straining glances form those
surrounding us, pushed my briefs to the pavement. Then cupping her breasts
in each hand she slid them down my stomach and began to rub them up and down
the thick shaft. Her fluids soon eased the friction between her soft
mounds and I begin to rhythmically rise to matcher her movements. I stole
a glance at several in our audience. One of the more adventurous girls
had pulled her skirt up and was attacking the front of her CK's as if her
life depended on it. Jan had seen her too, and smiled to show her
knowledge. Finally feeling that I was about to go over the edge, Jan backed 
off.
Then she stood to kiss me again.

"I didn't want you to unload there, I promised you, you'd get laid tonight
and you will."

"Jan, do you have any idea how much you turn me on?"

Jan smiled a little more, deciding I might need a little more teasing, as
I tried desperately to think of something else besides cumming. In
response to my obvious chagrin, she ran a single finger tantalizingly down
my turgid length.

"'Bout seven point nine inches worth if I remember right."

Jan glanced back at Heather and the girl with the busy fingers.

"Guess the sight of that big boner kinda got to Megan."

"The only one I want to get to is you," I said lovingly.

"You have. What you are sacrificing right now makes me just melt inside.
I was the one that had to show off, get us into this scrape. Now you are
here, getting me out of my own mess: a mess caused by my pride and
stupidity. Jason, I am well aware that a male's pride in his manhood is
a personal, private thing. Most guys aren't the kind of exhibitionists
girls are. I'm trying to make this as easy as I can for you. Try to
pretend that we are all alone, just hangin' like we always do. Difference
is tonight, lover, in front of Heather and her mob, we're also gonna fuck
like minks."

I leaned down again, sucking gently on each nipple in turn. I nuzzled Jan's
neck as she threw her head back. Her hand once again sought my manhood,
massaging me slowly, maintaining my excitement just short of climax. We
both moaned softly. I leaned slightly, again feeling her pussy. In our
previous encounters, Jan had always been exceedingly wet, pouring out her
copious juices. Tonight, whether it was the crowd, or knowing I was
about to enter her, she was even more soaked and dripping. My hand
explored her opening, spreading her flow over her swollen lips, feeling
it drip out of her sex so completely open for me now. The sensation of
this was overwhelming.

"Lover, I want you." My voice was a hoarse whisper.

"Pick me up. " Jan commanded.

I lifted her up by the waist as if she were a feather. She encircled my
neck with her arms, as her legs surrounded my waist. I could feel the
heat of her vaginal opening pressing the top of my cock head, her almost
pulsating lips seeming to reach out to envelop my head. Bringing her mouth
to mine, we kissed.

"Jas, now slowly ease me onto you. You feel so huge, please be slow.
I want to feel every inch of you as I go down."

I lowered her over my manhood, first feeling intense pressure, then a give
as the rim of my glans head pushed past her opening. Her hands tightened
around my neck. I could feel her honey flowing down my shaft, down my
hanging scrotum, dripping onto my thighs. The sensation was overpowering.
I was trying to concentrate, to fight back the compelling urgency in my
loins.

"Slowly, hon, slowly. Give me a little time," Jan hissed through clenched
teeth, her mouth still brushing mine. "...so funking big."

After several seconds I allowed my captive to drop a little more. I could
feel her moist inner walls on my glans now. She began working her muscles,
massaging rhythmically without moving.

"God Jason, I can feel how hard you are now. You're stretching me with
your swollen head, and your shaft feels like steel."

I was trying to keep my mind off the wonderful feeling of her pulsating
love chamber. I could not allow myself to give in to the comforts that my
release would bring. I removed my arms from her perfect little ass,
allowing her to control her decent herself. We locked eyes as we
neared the culmination of our journey. Slowly, with seductive
deliberateness, Jan slid the last few inches until my hardness was
completely sheathed in her warmth. As I felt her pussy lips touch my groin
skin, I felt her bottom out, the termination of her sex pressing against the
tip of my cock. Her eyes widened at the sensation, knowing our union was
complete. Finally at rest, knowing that her womanliness was completely
fulfilled, as she felt my glans head swell in anticipation of climax. We
were one at that moment, joined together by flesh and spirit.

"Jason, cum for me. Give me all your seed, like you have given me all
of your manly flesh. Now... Cuuuuuuummmmm."

I could feel my lover start to tremble, as she erupted spontaneously around
my cock.

"Jaaaaaaannnnnnnnn!" I hissed, as I followed her to the edge of bliss and
almost beyond.

With all the strength I possessed at that point, I lifted her perfect body
up, freeing her from my manhood. She released her arms and legs from me, as
I brought her to the ground. I could hold it no longer, and I erupted in
huge gushes, shooting my milky product onto her breasts and belly. I came 
over
and over again. As she regained control of her senses, she used her hand
to milk my last few spurts from me. Then, using her finger, she collected
some of my spent, licking it with her tongue. Contented now, she pulled me
to her breasts, her chest still heaving from her exertions.

"Jason I love you so much."

"Me too, Jan,.... Me too," I breathed back, that being all I could manage
to say.

For the first time in several minutes, we became aware of Heather and her
friends. Most of them were dispersing, the few that remained, girls, just
stood staring at us without really seeing. They seemed lost in thought.
Heather just looked at us too, and smiled, a soft quizzical smile this time.
She placed three fingers to her lips and kissed them, then turned her hand
over, and blew the kiss at us.

We released our passionate embrace to watch her turn and go. She was the
last to leave, and it was time to leave for us too. Slowly, we replaced what 
was
left of our clothes. Jan put her skirt back on, and I covered her shoulders 
with
my shirt. Alone now, we walked slowly back to our car. We would have to
figure out how we would handle the aftermath of tonight's events, and that 
would
require some thought. But that was a task for later, right now we needed to 
think
about ourselves: A very nice thought indeed.

"Pearson." We heard Heather's whiney voice from across the small
lot. "You forgot this," she said as she threw something at us.

A small camera landed at our feet. Jan only smiled.


***END #6


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