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Phallic Worship ** The Evolution of Miss Jan Pearson  **  #8




"Jason, can you come over to the house?"  Then she added after a notable
pause, "and please, please  hurry!"

Jan sounded tentative, unsure on the phone; but still at the same
time, the feeling of urgency in her voice was unmistakable.  I hoped
the need I found in her voice was aimed at me.

"Sure, lover, what ya need?" I replied, allowing my cocky self to
replace my sensitive self merely at the sound of her voice. I'd taken
to calling her 'lover', this being my current pet name of endearment
for Jan.   The girl of my dreams needed me, the same girl that did not
like to be called 'lover'.  The tone in my words was unmistakably
self satisfied, and instinctively, I knew it might not be well received.
Quickly reversing my field, I reacted to mitigate the damage.  "Sorry, I'll
be right there.  Just give me a hint."

"I'll tell you when you get here; right now, let's just say I need
you here with me."  I couldn't help feeling simultaneously elated at
her announcement and at the same time intrigued.

As I drove over to Jan's, I wondered what had caused her to call.
I was suffering a bit from the symptoms of 'Jan withdrawal' anyway.
She had been working almost every night trying to save some money
from the meager amount she got paid at the Super.  My girlfriend had
pronounced herself in need of a replacement for the old Volvo, and
indeed it appeared of late to be a better mosquito killer, than
transportation.

Also she wanted a prom dress that 'was suitable to be seen in with the
most eligible guy at school'.  I offered to go to the mall and get
whatever she wanted, but that was quickly nixed.  Still, that combination
of needs was now forcing me to be separated from her, a fact I did not
especially like.  Her pride in being self-sufficient was admirable;
but, when you spend a lot of time daydreaming about a certain female
and her considerable charms, the absence of same was conducive to
frustration... my frustration.

The sensual teen was at all times too driven to succeed, but that was
certainly part of her special quality.  I offered to let her use my
car, but she would not hear of it.  She was afraid she would be thought
of publicly as "Jason's girl";  a title I, as well as most of our
classmates, had already given her.  She owned my body, soul and other
parts too, but she was still fiercely independent.  She was a product
of her parent's adversarial relationship, and she remained determined to
be able to care for herself without the aid of a male-- no matter how
much this male desired to care for her.

Wheeling into the drive at Jan's, I took note of the fact that neither
of her parents was at home-- a usual situation.  Her Dad was probably
drunk somewhere and her Mom was perpetually moved out, living with
friends.  I never knocked anymore.  Jan was expecting me anyway, so I
just walked in.

"That you, Jas... sure hope so?" Jan inquired from her upstairs room.

Hearing the door shut, Jan tripped quickly down the stairs.  Her dress,
or lack of it, was obviously the reason for her question, and I could
see why she wanted to know it was me.  She was wearing one of her Dad's
old dress shirts, and probably nothing else.  Even though I had seen
her many times with this same outfit on, the sight of her perfectly toned
legs exposed below the white shirt tails caused me to catch her breath.
Skipping sprightly to the carpeted floor, she quite literally leaped into
my arms.

"God, I missed you so much, Jason," she chirped.

"Why, Jan, I just saw you at school a few hours ago."  I was toying with
her, knowing that she really was not referring to a little hand holding,
and a lot of eye contact.  PDA would get you in trouble at Central, and
the teachers must have heard a little bit about our recent exploits, so we
had to cool it under their ever watchful eyes.

"You know what I mean, and I bet you need a little relief as much as I...
anyway, I notice you got here in record time."

She was as usual correct, and the sensation of her hardened nipples
against my chest and her firm little pubis grinding into my groin was
rapidly bringing about the predictable effect.

"Guess I got nothing better to do..." I teased again.

"Bull... by the bulge I'm feeling against my tummy, I'd say that you are
very, I mean VERY glad to see me," Jan said confronting the obvious with
a somewhat mocking tone.

"Yes, lover, I am," I replied, a bit subdued by her challenging expression.

With that she encircled my neck with her arms and covered my mouth with
a smothering kiss.  Soon, her tongue was dancing with mine as she pulled
herself higher, elevating her feet from the floor. I held her tightly,
savoring the moment, trying by my actions to convey to her the love as well
as the lust I felt.

After what must have been a minute, we parted breathlessly.

"Geez, Jason.  You'll give me the 'vapors' ...what ever that is?"  Jan
snickered.  "I'm verily breathless."  Her fake southern drawl was
effective, if not perfect.

"You been reading one of those novels set in the South again?"  I let
my eyes twinkle back at her starry ones.

She just smiled.

"What did you need, anyway... not that I minded coming over, or smooching
you either.  I may be an accomplished kissed, but I bet you called me
over for more than that... anyway I sure hope so," I quizzed.

Jan's expression changed from that of mirth to something more serious.

"Mom says she is leaving Dad for good.  That's not a problem... I have been
expecting it.  It's just that even though I am kinda relieved, I still feel
empty.  You know?"

"Sorry, lover... I know it must hurt," I replied.

"It does... it just does.  I kind of wonder if I might have been part
of the blame....."

Jan trailed off, twigging with a stray curl above her ear.  I held her
close again as the sobs softly, silently took control of her body.  Her
proud breasts heaved with a deep sigh.  She stiffened herself.

"Jason, knowing that you desire me is, well, really important right now.  I
know you love me... you are so transparent, you couldn't hide it if you
didn't.  You know I love you, too; in fact, I love you so much it hurts.
I guess I'm warped, but there is another, separate emotion.  Girls say
they need to love a guy to feel sexually attracted to him.  That's not
totally true with me," Jan paused looking into my eyes for a sign of
understanding.

"You know that I've got enough will power to not screw every hunky stud
I see walking down the street.  You don't ever have to worry about that,
not this chick. I'm a one-man girl, and I am not stupid enough to ruin
what I have with you for a quick roll in the hay...."  Jan was back
tracking now seeking to explain her bout of honesty, worrying at the same
time that I might be upset.  Jan's total commitment to honesty sometimes
got her in trouble.  She must have had too much free time at work, 'cause
when she did, she tended to self analyze way too much.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is every now and then I need to know I,
just little ol' me... made ANOTHER boy's cock hard as steel.  Does that
sound perverted... to be puritan in my beliefs of one man and one woman
forever, and yet sometimes wish you could shove the UPS guy in a closet
and suck his cock dry with your pussy... just because you have the power
to?" Jan said imperatively.

"I guess not... not as long as I'm the one who takes you home to Momma."  I
couldn't help grinning at the idea of my little Jan humping a guy in brown
shorts in a pantry. ".....And the UPS dude is only a figment of your
imagination."

"I just felt tonight like I was gonna bust, if I didn't get to torture you
a little... and get tortured in return.  I got so hot the last night
dreaming
about getting it on with another guy.  Watching his big cock ramming into
me,
watching my little pussy being serviced by his huge prick.  Did you know I
came just thinking about it?  I was so friggin' turned on.  Then I woke up.

Jan's eyes were ablaze with a combination of emotions I had not seen before.

"I needed you to fuck me so damn bad with that rod of yours right then.
God,
I just get so horny some times... I need it really bad."

"Yeah, I know.  We had to do some frantic stalling and dressing that time in
the hospital... and let my cock deflate, before we let my parents in."
I remembered the look in Jan's eyes that day, and I knew she was
telling the truth now.

" 'Was funny, wasn't it?  'The grins on their faces cause they knew what
was going on," she reminded.

"I will remind you that I have not gotten to be alone with you since."
I was feeling my cock expanding as we spoke, wanting release and needing
it now.

"That is precisely why I called, my studly paramour. I am in need right now
of your services.  I will reserve the consummation of said for a short time
whilst I give in to my perversions..." Jan had resorted to her sanctimonious
tones.

"Perversions?" I enquired.

"Desires, stupid...LUST...NEEDS>>>I"M  HORNEY AS A MINK, and you have the
only serviceable male organ on the premises.  I am going to perform for you
and experiment on you and then, after I am satisfied that you (Insert a
giggle here) are once again, satisfactory for my future ...er, needs.  I
will finally satisfy my self physically, by allowing your properly
stimulated phallus to enter my tight... weeet... little vagina.   Dig?"

"Huh?" I got the message better than I was letting on, but it was fun to
let her ramble.

"I'm gonna tease you stupid, and I'm gonna test you... and then, when you
are sure you don't have a drop left in you, I'm gonna slip my pussy over
your cock and make you service my needs.  Are you man enough?  Cause if
you are, I AM woman enough to keep you 'up all fucking night'."

Jan was playing a game, challenging my teenaged libido, knowing I would
not be able to resist the challenge and rise to the occasion so to speak.
I had come to appreciate Jan's games; they always led to previously
unexplored territory.  And I always left with my balls drained of their
contents, and a sexually sated feeling.  I would be her sexual toy for
a few hours, no really too bad a fate.

Jan grabbed my hand, leading me up the stairs to her room.  She had been
planning, because a few candles furnished the only light in her tiny room.
She purposefully closed the shades and locked her door, tiptoeing around
the room as she provided me with a show of her curvy limbs.  The taught
muscles of her athletic legs rippled in the diminished light. Turning from
the door, she unbuttoned the last ties on her shirt and let it fall open
revealing her perfect torso and exposed sex.

"Strip, Jason.  It's time to begin your test."

"Test?"

"It is twenty-five after eight.  The test will end at precisely
midnight."

By now, I had eagerly removed my clothes and they lay strewn around the
floor.

"Slow down a little, lover.  You are going to need every ounce of stamina
in that gorgeous body," Jan cooed as her eyes trailed from my head downward
to my feet, and then back up resting on my straining hard penis. Her look
softened, in contrast to my cock, which was not about to.

"God, you got the most beautiful cock.  That guy's, in my dream just hung
down.
He was huge, but I could tell he wasn't near as hard as you, and yours
sticks almost straight up.  He had to use his hand to get it in me, and
I was way ready too... all wet and swollen and opened up. I know that when
I rub you, you are so damn hard... I bet sometimes you could almost drive a
nail with it."

Jan was standing back from me how, casually rubbing her moistened slit
with her middle two fingers.  Occasionally she dipped her middle digit
into her sex as her desires dictated.  I could only swallow hard, as I
stared at her.  Her blatant sexuality was consuming us both right then.
She had the ability to change into another being, one controlled by her
sensuality.

"Are you ready?" Jan almost whispered.

Next she directed me to her old poster bed.  Backing me up to the foot,
she produced some tape and secured my hands to each post.  I had to wonder
what she was up to.  She must have read my mind as she mouthed the words:

"Trust me."

Opening her dresser drawer, Jan smiled seductively back at me.  She then
took two items from the drawer and placed them on the dresser's top.  I
recognized a large bottle of baby oil and another shiny cylindrical
length that I could not make out in the dim light.  Jan slipped the shirt
from her shoulders and allowed it to fall slowly to the floor.  Pouring a
large quantity of oil in her hand she slowly began to massage the fragrant
material over every luscious contour of her body.  Slowly she covered
each arm, and then each leg bringing a glistening effect to every inch of
skin she covered.  Her tummy was next, followed by her chest. Finally,
after doing as much of her back and derriere as possible, she kneaded each
firm breast in turn, finishing with the taught nipples. Her curvaceous
young body shimmered in the flickering light.  I hungered to satisfy my
urgent needs, compelled by the overwhelming sensuality before me.

"Jason, have I missed anywhere?  You would surely know since you have
watched so closely," she teased.

My mouth was dry.  I nodded and tried to croak my response.  No words
came out.

"Poor Jason.  You knew I missed one last place.  It is the most important
too.  Watch now as I take care of my wet little snatch."

Provocatively, Jan rubbed her sex.  As the oil was stroked on, she smiled
back at me, taking note of the methodical throbbing barely visible in my
engorged manhood.

"Now is that better?  Look at how my body glistens Jason.  Would you like
to stroke your hard-on Jason?  I bet you need to come really badly now.
Does looking at my body and not being able to satisfy yourself, torture
you?  That is what I am trying to do.  I know how full your balls are now.
I know how much you need to cum.  But you see, Jason, you can't.  I don't
want you to cum yet, not 'til I say so."

Jan took another portion of the delicious oil in her hand and walked over to
me.  Starting at my ankles, she worked her way up each leg, finishing with
my thighs.  As she neared my scrotum each time she smiled up at me.  She
knew the sight of her firm chest as she kneeled before me, her mouth inches
from my bobbing cock, was causing me as much consternation as the firm
massage to my body. Jan got up from in front of me to admire her partially
completed job.

"Your legs are perfect Jason.  Sooo muscular and taught.  Guys can have
great legs too. I think your legs are just as nice as mine... in their own
way.  Don't you like my legs?  I really like you to look at them; and I
like showing them off for you too."

Jan posed on her tiptoes, knowing the curves displayed by this action
would drive me wild.  "Do you get hot knowing that when I walk in a room
with a tiny little dress on, every man there wants to fuck me... and they
know that I belong to you?" Jan  hissed, hardly above a whisper.  "Jason,
you are the only man who will ever cum in me, did you know that?."

"Now let me do your arms, and the rest of you.  You have such a great body
Jason.  Do you know that sometimes I get wet just watching you work out in
just your shorts?  Well, I do," Jan cooed.

Finishing her task, she did my back and buttocks.

"There, gorgeous, almost done.  I need to slow down too.  You got me all
hot and bothered working on you and looking at you.  I'll never make it to
twelve without jumping your bones... or at least that one big one there.
That would spoil all the fun.  We got a little less than two hours to go.
Now have I got you all shiny like me or did I miss anything?"

I was very excited now, and pre-cum was beginning to make itself visible
on my cock. I knew what she wanted me to say, and I was too weak right now
to fight it.

"Cover my cock, please," I stammered.

"Yes I did miss that, but remember you can't cum Jason, if I rub this warm
slick oil all down the length of that big... hard... dick of yours.  I
simply
can't have you cumming until I say you can.  Are you up to it?"

"Please, I'll try...I need ...I..."

"If I can stroke you for a minute, Jason, and you can hold all that cum
you got stored in those big rocks of yours, I'll let you cum. I promise.
If you cum too soon, well I just won't be very happy."

I took a deep breath as Jan filled her trembling hand with oil once more.
She placed her palm over the velvety head of my penis and let the oil
descend, running down the rigid shaft and tickling my scrotum.  I caught
my breath. Standing up on tiptoes to bring her face inches from mine, she
steadied herself with her free hand on my shoulder.  Forming a circle with
her tiny fingers she stroked me once slowly down my length.

"Fifty more seconds, Jason," Jan breathed as she slowly returned her hand
to my crown.  "Can you feel how hard you are... how unbelievable hard that
big dick of yours is?   And all because of me ...look at me Jason,
look at my body.  And I'm so wet... so wet."

Jan was unconsciously rubbing her turgid nipples against my chest. I tried
to think of something else, anything but the erotic creature presently in
control of my destiny. I knew she was running her fingers up and down my
length, but I tried to retreat away from the feeling.  Periodically she
rubber her palm across the tip, before she cupped her fingers to stroke
downward again.  Up and down slowly.  Her face only inches below mine.

"Twenty seconds... Hold on ...don't give in.  I know how bad you need to
right now, but you can't.  I ..." Jan's voice rasped in my ear, obviously
effected by her ministrations to my penis as much as I. "I wish I could....
so hard... so huge... think what it would feel like to put it in my
pussy... can you feel that Jason?"

The sound of Jan's voice was becoming far away, in  another dimension as I
fought the growing urgency in my loins.  What seemed an eternity later, I
returned to the present, and a firm little kiss on the cheek.

"Goooood boy.  You passed your first test.  Now for the reward," Jan cooed,
sounding way too self satisfied.

"Reward?  Geeez, Jan I need to cum so BAD," I replied urgently.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you whose reward."

Jan produced the other object from the dresser.  It was a dark, glassy
phallus, about eight inches long, very thick, and with a slight upward
curve half way toward the tip. "Look familiar, Jason.  I made this from
memory... and those measurements we took that night.  This is as close
to you as I can get.  When I get needs late at night, or when we can't
get together, I use this... and imagine it is you."

I guess I looked quizzical.

"Your reward is knowing it is you, or at least the copy of you.  My
reward is this," Jan said, bringing the dildo into view.

Jan reached down and slowly inserted the tip of the glassy cock, my
ceramic twin, into her wet swollen slit.  She moaned without thinking
as she inched it slowly inside.  Stopping with it about a third inside,
she caught her breath.

"See what it's like for me to take that big cock of yours?  As hard
as I try my tiny little pussy just can't hold all of you."

As she slowly withdrew the slick shiny tool, her obvious excitement
was evident.  Jan was flowing like a fountain, her juices covering
her sex as more dripped down to her hand.  Reversing her movements
before the crown was exposed, she pushed back upward. Up and down
she continued her rhythm, taking more of the ceramic maleness with
each succeeding stroke.  Wet, slapping sounds accompanied her movement.
Her aroma, the universal symbol of female lust, filled the air.  Jan
closed her eyes, obviously engulfed in the erotic sensations emanating
from her vagina.

"Jason,"  she murmured, "I said you can cum now... the... only catch
is you have to... do it by watching me."

She continued stroking her sex, as her free hand worked fiercely
on her clitoris. I could tell she was nearing the end of her journey,
pumping the shiny dildo in and out of her tiny slit, never managing
to completely hold it all.

"Jas, I am going to cum in a... in a few seconds.  I need you to cum
with me.  I need to know that watching the only girl that you will
ever have in your life again, can make you come... even this once...
pleasssse... please cum.  Cum for me."

Jan opened her eyes wide as her sexual emotions reached a climax.
Stiffening, then shuddering, then again and again.  She came, pouring her
emotions out with her juices.  She moaned in the eternal tribute
to female satisfaction.

"Jaaaaassssssooooon, God....Please."

The sight of my love, so consumed by her sensuality, so in need
of my consummation, so perfect in her lustful beauty, overcame me.
The task that we did not think possible, I accomplished.  Building
deep in my balls, I felt the orgasm bubble up, finally erupting in
a gush of white milky fluid.  I joined her in the final act of male
sexuality.  I poured out my seed as she had commanded, as a tribute
to her perfection.  At that moment I was totally hers, doing her
bidding without restraint.  I worshipped at the throne of her sensuality,
as I deposited my sacrifice on the floor between us.

"Yessss,"  I moaned, as my release overwhelmed me.

The sight of my cock erupting in tribute to her, brought another
round of spasms to Jan's still quivering body.

"Jason, geeezzzz...." Jan momentarily reverted back to reality and
the little cheerleader could only stand and watch my display.
Quickly, however, the facade returned, and her wonderful little
game started anew.

"Excellent, you have fulfilled another test my love slave.  Your
powers are magnificent.  Now, it is mandatory that your sex remain
rigid.  You see, there are times when I may need further satisfaction,
and you must remain ready to service my needs... as often and as
long as is necessary."

By that time, my manhood had only slightly deflated, and I knew that
the sight of Jan's perfect body would not allow me to soften much.
It might take some will power and some female help to keep me fully
excited, but I was not willing to concede the challenge.

"Jason, I will not tolerate this lack of performance.  You have
been told the rules, and I expect you to obey.  Perhaps you need
a little stimulus.  Do you need my help, Jason?"

Jan reached for the oil and swayed toward me seductively.

"I had hoped that just looking at my body might do the trick, but I
guess you are mortal after all.  I expect I will just have to take
matters into my own hands."

Jan applied the oil again to my now throbbing cock.  She was enjoying
the game and playing the vixen to perfection.  A few purposeful strokes
was all it took, as well as the smoldering look of sexual self-
satisfaction that females get when they are allowed to possess the
object of their conquest in their own hands.  Her eyes, heavy lidded
with lust, were glowing embers as she held my phallus in her
trembling fingers.

I was in tune with her needs-- her need to command the throbbing
flesh before her, to know that her womanhood empowered me to rise
above the moment.  Her nipples were erect and taut, resplendently
demonstrative of her wantonness; and her beautiful open sex poured
out even more of her copious desire.

"Now my well-endowed lover, I need you once again to fulfill my
expectations," Jan demanded, playing the dominatrix.

The games were arousing, erotic, but suddenly I knew I wanted more.
I needed, for some reason to return to reality.  I needed to know
that this moment had real consequences, and was the product of
real needs, not some fantasy invented by my creative little lover.

"Jan if you haven't figured out by now, I am so turned on by you
that all I can think about is sex when you're around.  Enough
games; in fact, I'm gonna show you once and for all what a
combination of lust for the most beautiful girl I will ever see, and
love for that same person will do."

"Jason?...."

This time it was my turn.  I commanded her lips to approach mine with my
eyes and kissed her as hard as I could.  Meanwhile, I was grinding my
engorged member into her hand, still trapped between us.  She continued
to stroke me with fingers slickened with the oil.

Reacting to my increasing excitement, allowing a soft moan, Jan leaned
back without breaking her handhold on my cock.  I was having a hard time
talking because of the sensation of her stroking-- stroking up and down,
up and down, stopping only to rub her thump across my sensitive tip.
She smiled knowingly, aware that the next few minutes would be for real.
She also knew that I needed to look at her physical perfection right then.
She reveled in the power her body had over me.  I would not now orgasm
from physical stimulation alone.  I needed to feel her lust.

The words came hoarsely to my throat.  "Jan, if you ever doubted
that you could hold my or any man's attention, please don't.  You
are beautiful, sexy, erotic, smart, and a little spacey... yes
darn near weird.  I would hope by now that you are also satisfied
that I am more than able to complete my copulatory... is that a
word, Ms. Einstein?... obligations to you.  I will be more than
happy to indeed fuck your brains out as often and as much as is
necessary... that is the effect you have on me.  Now, get on with
it... cause as soon as you get me off, I will be ready to get
you off again the 'old fashioned way'."

"Shut up Jas, I know.  You passed my test a long time ago.  I just
need to know that I still have this power over you, or at least that
big dick here throbbing in my hand.  I hear other girls talk, and I
know you are special... I just let my lust get the better of me.  If
a girl can worship an object... well, how do I put this without
sounding like a nympho, or ...OK, Jason, I'll just say it, I worship
your cock.  Your big, hard, beautiful, ever-ready manhood is all I think
about... or so it seems."

Jan knelt down bringing here lips close to my raging erection.  The
feeling of the oil and the massage was working its magic.  Jan kissed
the tip gently then started stroking in earnest.

"Cum, Jason, cum again.  I want you to cover my breasts, my breasts
that belong to you, with your seed."

With her demand, I came.  Once again, my milky liquid was in her
hair, on her face and breasts.  Jan did not seem to mind.  She was in
heaven when she made me come, but I gave her no time to wait.
I jerked the flimsy tape from its moorings, and pushed her to the floor.
With my cock still jerking out the last remains of its virile contents,
I entered her.  The tight velvety feel of Jan's wet pussy engulfed
my crown, gripping me like a vice, resisting my removal past the
rim of my huge head.  Pushing half way in, I looked into her partly
closed eyes.  I needed to feel her tightness so badly, knowing that
that feeling, probably that feeling alone-- the feeling of my stiffness
forcing into her warm resistant depths would preserve my manhood's
rigor.

"Jan, tell me how my cock feels.  I need to know."  I implored her
urgently.

"Jason, Jason... I need you to fill me up.  You feel like iron between
my legs.  So hard and so big.  Now work that fuck pole of yours
deep inside me.  Make me your whore, Jason... that's what I am."

I began my last challenge.  I knew that Jan no longer cared about
her little game.  She was lost in the ecstasy of our mutual lust.
The challenge was mine.  I had come past where I thought I could
never go.  Burying me knees in the rug, I focused on my task.
Looking into my love's lust filled eyes, I felt my cock returning to
to full rigor.  Jan must have felt it too as her eyes widened as
she met my gaze.

"Help me Jan Pearson, help me get there."

"Fuck me Jason Smith.  Fill me with your love, melt into me....
make us one Jason... make us one."

I began stroking her feverishly, pounding in and out as if possessed
by a demon.  I needed to dominate her too-- to show her my masculinity.
I needed to feel every sensation to bring me to climax.  I needed to
feel the sensation in my brain too.  I had completed the arduous
test, now this moment was mine.  My challenge to complete.

Suddenly I was there as I knew she was too.  I gave in to the urge.
We came simultaneously.  Depositing the small remaining amount
of my semen deep within her warm wetness, I fell over her strong
athletic body.  Completely  fatigued and sexually sated, I
wrapped my arms around her, then rolled over to allow her to
lay on my chest.  Her nude form rested on my softening member, as
we looked dreamily into each other's eyes.  For once I had not seen
the usual stars as I climaxed; I was too distracted by what Jan had
just said, what had transpired between us.  Jan, I think, felt the same
way.  Even with my youthful inexperience, I knew that Jan was preoccupied
too.  She was  correct in her earlier observation: she was at times, a
separate being: a sexually driven creature, seemingly created to be
orgasmic.  I knew that she worried about her compelling sexuality,
and the fact that she needed to contain and control it.  Could she?
Sometimes her intense need served to consume both of us in the fires of
mutual passion.  Perhaps it had been because her being rebuked the last
few years.  Certainly she could be practical and academic, but with her
awakening sexuality had come questions for her to answer-- I wondered
if she had just answered one.  She rolled my back on top, with her
strength.

"Jason..." Jan blinked, returning to her present dimension in time,
"Do you love me?"

She looked so beautiful lying there beneath me, her hair splayed in
a fan about her head, a half smile of satisfaction playing about her
mouth.

"What a stupid question," I replied.

"Not really," Jan answered, still with an introspective expression.
"You see, if you do... if you are sure that I am the girl you could
care most about in this whole crazy world... then, I want to figure
out where we are going.  I think I see the world a lot clearer right
now, and it is a world where I want us to always be together.   It is
also a world where our future is as important as any present experience.
Jason, I know you really care about me, not about how sexy my body is...
or even about this scar.  I've been trying to prove something, and that
turns out to not matter.  You are all the man I need, and all the man I
ever will need.  Jason, I love you."

"Yes, go on,"  I said hearing what I had wanted to hear for so long.

"I guess I have loved you for as long as I can remember... well, God
answered my prayer, and made you love me too," Jan smiled, her eyes
moist with tears.

I put a finger to my lips and then touched it to her nose.

"Jason, we graduate in a couple of weeks... will you... uh, will you take
me as you future?  I need to know that I will be with you forever.  I've
been alone so long.  These few weeks together have made me believe I have
a future that contains more than just myself."

"I want that so much.  And I want you Jan... I... I love you," I said,
right before I kissed her again.

Somehow I knew deep inside that the sexual creature that Jan had become
had evolved full cycle.  She had gone from mouse to vixen and now something
in between... and the creature in my arms right now was fine with me.


**********END...and THE END

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