The Beauty Mark, Part Four

Hot Lights ** The Evolution 0f Miss Jan Pearson ** #4

By Lazarus

I was becoming very uneasy about where this was going. Jan seemed
determined to prove to the world that she could, or perhaps the better
word is should, be considered a lust object. Our relationship had
ignited in her a burning desire to change from the little mouse that
stayed in the shadows to-- well, I have to say it: a gigantic "cock
tease". The way she was dressed just now made me even more sure.

"Do you really think it's smart to try to go through with this now?
Jeannie's dad is no one to hassle with. If he decides that you were in
the middle of all this, pay backs might cost a lot more than a little
bit of money," I reminded.

"I know, 'J', but I can't let Jeannie down; after all, she came to my
aid when I asked her to," the little lovely replied. "She didn't have
to, you know. I promised her I'd show, and I'm not backin' out."

"But Jan, you don't have anything to prove now. You said it yourself,
'you just wanted to impress me', right?" I asked, imploring her to see
my point. "I hope that was really true?"

"Jason, Jason... don't you see? No, I guess you don't; I must have
been a better actress than I thought."

Then after a pause, "Jas, I have dreamed about being your girl since
Junior High. I asked Olive Murdock to pair us up. She knew; she
could tell. Probably everyone knew but you."

She paused again, took a deep breath, then in a measured way replied,
"There I said it."

Jan put her hand tentatively on mine.

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

"You set me up?" I asked, incredulously.

"In a way, I did. It could have ended differently, that first night.
You might have said 'no thanks' and left me standing in my living room
with goose bumps and nothing else on."

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

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

"Ya, I guess I am," I replied.

"Please don't be," she implored.

"I just need a little time to think this through. I should be so furious
I can't stand it, but here I am, looking at the most beautiful pair
of legs in Central High School, and... geeez, I'd like to see if we could
do an instant replay of last night. Jan I really care, care a lot, but I
just gotta think... think with my head, not my nads."

"...Kinda not fighting fair. I know. Either a girl gets all teary and
acts pitiful, or she uses her feminine wiles, and a really short skirt to
win a fight... fight, guess you could say this is our first fight. Is it,
Jason... our first fight?" Jan asked displaying her uncertainty, but with
absolutely no contrition.

I ignored the coy way she phrased her question. It was obvious she was
exaggerating her hurt expression, her femme fatal attitude; but some how,
it just struck me wrong. I was not up to being played with right then, for
somewhere in the back of my mind a little grain of doubt had been unearthed.
Was I being played for a total fool? So with my male ego bruised but still
in tact, I decided on a counter ploy. Jan was all of a sudden a little too
certain of herself, and my pride demanded I gain some semblance of the upper
hand.

"You'll be alright if I go home now to sort through this? I don't want
to worry about you all night. Running around town dressed like that is not
the best idea ya know... not by yourself anyway."

"Of course, silly, I was only going down to the drive-in to turn a few
heads and hopefully get a few guys turned on. If you like the merchandise,
they might too. Good for business, and I need all the business we can get
tomorrow night or Jeannie is in hot water for sure."

"OK, I'll call you tomorrow," I responded.

"You coming to the show? Please, I really need you to be there. If
it doesn't work out, I'm going to need a shoulder real quick... I don't want
to do this alone. Jason, I am scared." Jan was serious, and frightened.
It seemed I had made my point, but she needed to stew in the juice a little
longer.

***

I didn't call Jan the next morning as I promised. I was still a bit
confused
by the turn of events. The phone rang twice, but I never answered it,
knowing it might be her. It was stupid pride I guess. I didn't want to
admit to being used like I was, but slowly I started to put it together.
Then, it was as if the whole of the last two days never took place. Was
Jan for real? I closed my eyes and saw her incredible body, her
beautiful face, the scar. Yet, in reality, it was her determination, her
soul that possessed me now. Yes, she was right, I had felt pity for her at
first, but that was gone. I had to admit it, she owned me. I wanted
to protect her so very badly, even if she needed no protection. Evening
was approaching, it was time to go down to the BODY SHOP.

I needed to be there for her. My place was by her side. I walked in
just as Jeannie stepped up to the MC's mic. The place was packed, even if
most of them already knew Heather was not coming. They were here, her
school mates, her friends to support her, to cheer her on, to ogle her
body, to satisfy curiosity. Jeanne recounted the details of the contest,
and then, that out of friendship for her, Jan was going on anyway. She
finished her intro.

"Here's one of the best friends you could ever have, and, in case
you might be wondering, the best bod at Central... you'll see: Jan!"

Then Jan took to the stage.

Talk about breathtaking. I've never been much into strip shows, but I
figure that if you are way into the girl on the stage, it might tend
to perk up your interest. As I looked at her I was filled with so many
emotions: pride, jealousy, and something the other side of affection.
She was dressed in the very short gown she had described, tattered in just
the right places, and showing her incredible tanned legs to perfection.
She had not tried to cover up the scar; just as she had said, she'd added
a few more, only these were not real.

The music started. She hadn't noticed me yet, as best I could tell, as
she started her act. Not much happened at the beginning, just some prancing
around the stage, and swaying her hips in rhythm with the music. It was
obvious, she was nervous and self-conscious. Yet to my surprise, Jan looked
very professional. She was putting on a show for the crowd, a crowd that
needed to be impressed. Jeannie's dad was standing in the corner, watching
the whole proceedings. One could only wonder what he was thinking, and hope
for the best.

It took about a minute; but then she saw me, and did a double-take,
right there on stage. I just winked at her, and a gorgeous smile lit her
face. I have to admit I was really proud of her right then. What would
putting on this show really matter anyway. The kids in this town would be
more than comfortable with a little topless entertainment; after all that
was an almost normal activity in our little version of the modern world.
I would survive the night with my ego in tact, and I might even come to
like the notoriety this might bring.

She walked over, and I held out a dollar bill, playing the game. I put
my arms behind the chair as she leaned down to me to grab the money. I
signaled her that I was going to do this the right way. So I put the bill
in her garter, inserting it slowly, teasingly as I smiled up at her.
Slowly grinding away, tracing her hands over my chest, she simply smiled
back, her smoldering eyes never leaving mine. I couldn't help but shudder
when she began playing with my chest through my shirt, rubbing a tight
nipple in the process.

"I missed you," she whispered in my ear. "I thought about you all day,
hoping you'd come tonight. And you didn't let me down." Before I could
even respond, she leaned forward in my lap, kissed me gently on the lips,
and letting her hand trail casually down my chest to stop at my belt. I
was surprised, and a little befuddled by the uneasiness I saw in her.
She must have surmised my question, and she whispered in my ear, "I gotta go
all the way tonight, or Jeannie is in for a lot of trouble. Just be here
and support me... I don't like it any more than you. I guess some people
are
gonna see a little more of this body than I would like."

"Whaaat?" I exclaimed.

"Daddy sold this deal to a lot of folks, and now I gotta 'put up or shut
up'...crowd expects it! And Jeanne might get hurt real bad if it doesn't
happen." With that exchange she pranced away, getting back to business.

I noticed, as the music went on, that Jan began playing more and more
to me, massaging with her breasts as she took the gown off, and cupping
them with her hands as if I had somehow forgotten what they looked like.
Trying to placate the crowd, she gave other guys plenty of attention; as
best I could tell, she wasn't shorting anyone. But she seemed to be
displaying her best for me, as I'm sure my friends ultimately expected.
I wondered if this ploy was subconscious to get her through the ordeal.
How easy it was, watching her move so erotically and sensually about the
stage, to forget that just a few days ago she was the little mouse of
Central High.

Finally, towards the end of the second song, she stripped out of her thong,
and for the first time everyone was able to see all of her. She was
obviously
a little unnerved by it all, who would not be. I was surprised, even upset
that the girl I had chosen for my own, was totally naked before a room full
of my friends and classmates-- and a bunch of strangers. Yet I understood;
Jeanne's dad had demanded the full show, and Jan would pull out all the
stops
to help her friend. I still didn't have to like it.

As the next number started, she walked over to the edge of the stage where
I was. I looked up at her with anticipation, questioning, but more with
pride,
and she apparently saw it. She winked at me, and took her index finger
deep into her mouth, sucking on it like it was a cock. The room exploded
as they caught the by-play between us, between obvious lovers, and I heard
my
name called by a couple of guys.

She finally took it out and moved her hands down to her sex. She brought
herself even closer to me, and with a wide eyed expression, mouthed the
words: 'I love you'. We both were comfortable with that fact by this time
anyway, but now most of the town was in on our 'not to well kept' secret.

That whole song, she caressed herself in front of me, letting me watch, and
from where I was, see her excitement, as she traced a finger up her slit and
then tentatively inside. As her eyes sought mine for approval, beseeching
me to support her, she shyly slipped her digit in and out of her now
weeping sex. Finally stopping, towards the end of the that song, and
taking the finger out-- she slowly rubbed along my lips, with now the
most lustful look in her eyes. I savored her taste with my tongue. I was
stunned. If this wasn't about as obvious a statement as I could have
gotten,
I don't know what it would have been. The kids went wild at this, imagining
what was in store for me, when the show was over. I didn't know whether to
be upset or happy-- that she was making up to me in front of the whole
school.
And, it was obvious, now that she was accustomed to being on the stage, that
putting on this show was a total turn-on for her.

She walked offstage, dawned her thong as quickly as she could, and paraded
out to me as if she were a model on a runway. She pointed at me, beckoning
me to come up to the chair set on stage.

"So, Jason," she asked loud enough for all to hear. "Are you ready for me?"

No further words were necessary, for I knew instinctively what lay ahead
for me. I offered my hand, and we climbed up together. The crowd was wild.
This was the show they were waiting for. In their eyes we were a couple,
and they were voyeurs at our lust, and I wished now I could run away.

I looked down, blushing. "No, Jas, look at me," she whispered. "I'm quite
serious, lover." She stared intensely, then her expression melted.

"I'll bet you could look at any girl with those eyes and she'd do anything
you wanted her to. That's what scares me, I don't know if I am making my
own decisions. Actually, what scares me more is that our decisions seem to
be
the same. I got thru the last few minutes by thinking of you... of the
times
we've been together the last few days. I just kept thinking about pleasing
you... not all the rest. I had to do most of what I did for Jeanne, but
if you were not here to help me through it... well, I couldn't have
made it. Your being here, ...well it let the crowd disappear."

With that, she pushed me back into the chair. She looked at me as
if I was the fulfillment of her very being. My breath caught in my
throat-- so in that sense, her sensuality was literally, breathtaking.
She was in fact so intensely erotic, I was totally spellbound, entranced.
I hated to admit to myself that Jan's show was a 'turn-on' for me too--
not the sexy way she had pulled it off, but the fact that she was my
girl and I held the envy of every male there.

A new song started. "Could we begin again?" Jan asked seductively, softly
into my ear. "When you didn't call, I was worried. You don't know how I
felt thinking I might lose you now... after we had come so far together."

I slid to the edge of the seat, and leaned back as she directed.
She sat in my lap, her legs crossed under mine, and began to slowly,
gently grind her body against mine. My arms went around her, and my
fingers traced lightly down her toned back. Her skin was so smooth, almost
like silk. I brought my hands up by her face, and gently brushed away
some hair that had gotten into it. Working my fingertips down her cheeks,
over her neck, over her arms, my hands inevitably found their way to
her unbelievable breasts. Every touch brought out just the slightest groan
from her slightly open mouth. Then with a catch in her breath, or a sigh
possibly, she had that tiny seductive smile on her face-- the one I had seen
so often the last few days.

"So... you relaxing a little?" she asked, now smiling a little more broadly.
"If you are gonna get hard hon, ya gotta relax. Let me take care of the
rest. The next few moments are for you"

I felt that familiar tingling in my loins and knew that my cock was rapidly
expanding in my pants. Her knowing smile told me she was aware of it too.

"That's better lover," Jan grinned.

She leaned forward, pressing her chest against mine and letting
her head roll forward. My lips brushed against her neck, though I didn't
actually kiss her; and then exhaling deeply, I let my spent breath caress
her slender neck.

"Oh, God, that's so good," she said huskily. Then abruptly if out of the
blue, "Can I ask you something... it's personal?"

I could not speak just then so I just nodded my agreement.

"Tell me...what was Heather like?"

I don't know whether she was helping me forget the bazaar scene there on
stage or was really asking. Actually it didn't matter. I felt compelled
to answer her for this was a subject that needed to be covered, even if
this seemed a strange time and place.

"Well, for a bit of time, it actually was nice," I replied softly,
measurably.
"She was true to me, ...I think; and I got a real turn on showing her off.
Who wouldn't?"

Jan nodded back, contemplating my words.

Continuing, I offered, "I'd like to think I did my best to please her but...
I don't know. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be"

She was silent for a moment, her body still moving. Then she continued.

"I'm curious," Jan said, cocking her head to one side. "How good was she?"

I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised, considering where we were
and what we were doing, but I definitely was NOT prepared for that
question. "Um... not so great, actually. Certainly she was very sexy, and
she is undoubtedly beautiful; yet she was very spoiled, and not very
romantic
at the same time... Love, sometimes when you're that pretty, you feel like
you really don't need to try... know what I mean?"

I let my voice trail off as I contemplated where to go next.

"I never went all the way with her, you know that", I interjected quickly
noticing a trace of some emotion I could not read, cross her face. "I never
cared for her really, not like I care for you..." The depth of the moment,
the emotion of all that we had come to mean to each other overcame me then
for the lump in my throat stopped further conversation completely.

Jan noticed. She didn't say anything; she just sat back up a little
bit, and ran her hands down my cheeks, stroking them lightly. My hands,
which had been roaming her back for a while, began running through her
hair again, and I looked into her eyes. I think she could tell just how
much she meant to me then. We were alone, in our own little world,
in front of two hundred people.

I was right, for she looked straight into my eyes then.

"I've been hurt badly," she said, "in ways I wouldn't wish on my worst
enemies. But darling, you really need to understand. You're the one who
changed all that for me. Don't hold yourself back... and don't even tell me
you're not feeling this too, because I can see it in your face. You are.
Jason please love me, like I love you."

"How do I know for sure?" I asked, haltingly.

She leaned closer. "I hope you want me forever... because you deserve
better than what you've had. I may sound cocky, but you need someone
like me. Jason, I'll be yours for eternity too, if you will have me.
That you just have to take on trust."

As she finished saying this, she arched her back and let out a loud
moan. "God... I've never felt like this before," she said. "This is
incredible." She turned her body around on me, and started bouncing on
my crotch, leaning back so that my face was mere inches from her sweat-
matted hair. My hands started playing with her breasts in earnest now,
rubbing them, teasing the nipples, and if the catch in her breath was any
indication, delighting her to total distraction. It was possible, I had
to admit, that being in front of the crowd was turning her on even more.

"Do you like this?" I whispered.

"Oh, God, yes," she breathed. "I'm so hot and bothered right now, you
have no idea. Making may man so big and hard up here in front of the whole
school. What a turn-on."

With that, she turned around to face me, and something in her expression
told me she intended now to finish her purpose.

"God, I'm so wet," she hissed.

Meanwhile, the more I looked in her eyes, the more I touched her, the
more I wanted her. What a fool I had been to risk losing her.

I counted her qualities in my head. She was intelligent, with a great sense
of humor, and not afraid of anything-- the sexiness only added to it. I
had
never been so overcome with lust before, even in our first study session,
but
I had to keep myself in check. I think we were both bothered by our near
break-up. And, if making up affects a girl like it seemed to be affecting
Jan,
then I'd recommend fighting as a stimulant to any couple.

I needed to break the moment. I reached over into my Coke and pulled out
what was left of one ice cube and with one hand began rubbing the cold orb
down her spine, then over her breasts, and finally her taught little
nipples. She arched her back and gasped at the sensations, and focused
her gaze on me again. Her eyes looked to almost be glazing over. The
crowd
was going wild, but neither of us was paying much attention right then.

By the final chorus, she was REALLY breathing heavily. "You know what I
really need to do right now?" she asked.

"What's that?"

"I want to kiss you, Jas," she said. "I want to lose myself in this
moment, but doing this in front of the world is telling them all that I
am yours. Are you really ready for that? It won't be a regular kiss,
but a lovers kiss... long and deep."

"I want you too, and yes I am." I said softly.

Those words seemed to flip a switch in Jan. She took my face in her hands
and kissed me, gently, but very deeply as well. A minute must have passed.
My hands traced a path down her sides, and I greedily kissed her in return
searching her mouth with my tongue, and then dueling with her own.

Finally, she broke off the kiss and began rubbing her crotch against mine
frantically, moaning, not loudly, but enough to allow me to hear.

About a minute later, her moans turned into soft, whimpering cries, and I
felt her body beginning to tremble in my grasp-- almost violently. She
wasn't
acting I decided.

"Do you know how bad I want you right now? I know you are doing this
for me."

If anything, Jan was even MORE erotic this time than ever before. Whatever
limits if any, Jeanne had for her seemed to be going out the window. As she
undulated, she occasionally played with my neck with her tongue, which
is something that never fails to turn me on even in the most mundane of
situations. More than once she bit me, playfully, tenderly-- one time on
the
ear lobe and again as she mouthed my neck. She was totally attentive to me
now-- in tune with my feelings and needs. Unbelievably my thoughts turned
to Jeanne and her dad, and I hoped Jeanne would be out of trouble now.

"Let me ask you something," I said, as calmly as I could. "Suppose
I were to offer you the most passionate night of lovemaking you'd ever
imagine. Just the two of us alone...'til morning. This virgin stuff
be damned, I want you so bad right now I can't stand it"

"Suppose I call your bluff," Jan replied.

"Suppose I'm not bluffing."

"Suppose I don't care that you're not bluffing," she giggled this time.

"You're a risk-taker, Jan," I said, laughing. "Look at the show
you're doing and tell me I'm wrong."

"I take CALCULATED risks," she said, not laughing now. "The contest with
Heather... was that a risk? When I came up here, I was dancing for you
and you alone. Was that a risk, too?"

"No. I wouldn't be offering anything if I didn't want you to be with
me forever."

"Now, lover, how do I know that?" Jan inquired, echoing my previous
question.

"Look... we've made something special happen here. I don't know how,
exactly, or why, but we did. I can see it in your eyes, and I can hear it
in your voice when you talk to me." I leaned in closer. "And I can feel
it in the way you move against me too. Jan these last seventy-two hours
have changed my life just as I hope it has changed yours. Until tonight I
could have written it off as adolescent hormones... but not now."

The music stopped for just a moment, "when you get out of here tonight,
knock on my door... I'll be there. My parents are gone for the whole
weekend. You know I'm big on honesty, so I'll just say this: 'You are the
most fantastic girl I have ever known'. I'll never make you do anything
you don't want to do. If you just want to talk, I'll be happy with that.
If you want to do anything else, that's fine too. If you decide you don't
want to come over, well, I'll be disappointed, but I will understand. All I
know is that I want you so desperately I can hardly see straight."

I was very excited now, as well as emotional.

"Whatever you decide, I understand. But I do hope you come."

Before she could answer, the music started to play again. She didn't
say anything... but the look of lust was still there. As the song went
on, her rhythmic grinding took on more of an urgency. And I was beginning
to notice that she wasn't the only one becoming overcome with lust, for I
was as far gone as she.

"OOOOOh Jason..."

I was rapidly approaching my end too. Somewhere in the middle of the
conversation she had started massaging EXACTLY the right spot on me. My
eyes
closed, and my breathing became very heavy as the beginning waves of tension
started traveling through my body. I was holding on for dear life against
an urge I would not master.

Sensing this, she raised herself off of me and started massaging me through
my pants with her hand. Usually, this wouldn't have taken me over the edge,
for the sensation was not as intense as skin to skin. This time it did,
however, and before I even knew what was happening, I was gripping the arms
on
the chair as firmly as if they were the sides of a life boat. I bit my
lower
lip to try to keep myself from crying out. Quickly, she climbed on top
again
and started rubbing against me furiously, again massaging my raging erection
with her thong clad sex, playing my body like a it was her personal musical
instrument. I felt her body start to shiver once more. She leaned forward
and put her lips to my ear.

"I'm cumming, Jas," I heard her moan.

She then leaned back, eyes closed, and let herself fall forward.
Her lips found mine, and we kissed. Hard. One frantic hand found
my demanding hardness. As she gripped my cock through the cloth,
she let her mouth slide to my ear.

"Let it go Jason, give me what I need. Cuuuuummmmm."

With my final strength, I pulled her lips again to mine. She was
frantically
stroking my erection, now defined by her hand on the stretched fabric. It
was
soon too much for me. I started gasping, moaning as softly as I could,
hoping
that our lips would muffle each other's sounds as our tongues furiously
darted
around in each other's mouths. We lost ourselves completely in the pleasure
we were feeling, and I actually was so turned on at that point that I can
barely even remember most of the details. I DO know that I was coming
harder
than I ever had in my life.

Finally, mercifully, we stopped, and caught our breath. The music
was drawing to a close, and slowly, she climbed off of me, and I tried
to stand up. The crowd around was cheering. Our friends were happy.
She handed me a towel to conceal the evidence of my submission.

"Jason I love you so much right now... for allowing me to do this,
and for being here with me."

I pulled myself up by the side of the stage, and held on while I stood. She
did the same beside me.

"I'm going to go," I said. "My offer still stands. I'll be waiting for
you."

"I haven't decided yet," she said. "We've come so far the last two
days. I know I hurt you last night. I didn't mean to, but I had to tell
you, end the little white lie so to speak. Giving you my virginity is all
I've dreamed about for the last three years; now, when I could make it
happen, I don't know what to do. What I do know is I love you, you probably
love me, and I'm so hot right now thinking about your cock filling up my
pussy that I can't stand it. That's what scares me, Jason; how does a girl
who has only ever dreamed about a boyfriend, separate love from lust?"

***End Part 4