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EVOLUTION by Elizabeth Parrris PROLOGUE It was a dying town in Pennsylvania. Provincial; limited and limiting. The mines dominated. There was no future but to go down into the mines and "crack coal." The brighter, more directed boys saw football as a way out. Play in high school and earn a college scholarship; not big time necessarily. Just get out, go elsewhere. For Janis there was no way out. She knew she was a girl. Her father died in the mines. Her mother had some airs, "uppity ways." Mom was a timekeeper for the mining company. Every Saturday she took Janis to Scranton for ballet class. Janis was quite talented. Janis always wondered if colleges gave scholarships to cheerleaders. Perhaps her mom would let her apply her ballet skills to cheerleading. It might be a surer way to get out than being a dancer. Janis reveled in her feminine charms. Early on she knew she could get attention and favors from her mother's male friends by sitting and arranging her skirt over and over again so that she flashed her panties. Quite clever in one so young. And yet she envied the boys. They had the opportunities, the prerogatives; Janis would have the power when it would count. Above all, she wanted to control her destiny and to wield power over men. Ballet had given her flexibility, stamina and remarkable strength! That would serve her well. We will soon see how very well. CHAPTER ONE "The waltz form Eugene Onegin," announced Madame. But there were no boys in the class. Janis would partner Lucille and would lead. Her heart leapt. She would be the boy at least for a few minutes of fantasy. Madame was quite pleased and smiled knowingly when Janis and Lucille's lips brushed as they finished the dance. Lucille lived in a fine house on the edge of Scranton. Her family had money and knew what to do with it. So different from any family in the mining town. She and Janis had become fast friends. Janis rode home with Lucille. They had lunch and went up to Lucille's room. Lucille decided to let Janis listen in on the phone while she, Lucille, teased a boy from school. Lucille and her brother shared their own phone line. "Go in my brother's room and pick up the extension when I say so." Janis walked through the bathroom between the rooms and sat on the edge of the bed. Her gaze wandered idly around until it fell on a pile of laundry waiting to be put away. White jockey shorts. Janis wanted to try them on! She stood up, grabbed a pair of Y fronts and stuffed them in her the waist band of her jeans. She pulled her sweater down to cover them. Janis showered as soon as she got home. She reached for a pair of panties but closed her drawer as she changed her mind. She walked to the bed admiring her trim, firm body as she did so. She took the jockey shorts from under her blanket. Her heart raced as she put them on. She lay on her pillow and remembered how soft Lucille's lips were. The boy briefs were stimulating her as reflected on Lucille, her tiny firm breasts. Janis touched her own nipple. Her other hand found its way into the waist band of the briefs. Through the wetness she fingered her clit. A shudder went through her body, a moan and then a stifled scream as she exploded in her first orgasm. CHAPTER TWO Monday morning Janis wore her newly laundered jockey shorts under her skirt. The day was a thrill. She wished she could flash her panties and show everyone that she had begun to take over boys' privileges. And yet she knew that only ridicule could come of it. That would have to be the day Billy tried to lift her skirt on the stairs. She wasn't ready to show she preferred boy's underpants. She lashed out and slapped his face. As he turned to avoid a second slap, Janis kneed his butt sending down the stairs. "I'll see you later, bitch," he yelled. Janis turned to look over her shoulder at him. She smiled teasingly and winked. Ordinarily she would have welcomed a chance to fight Billy. He was an awkward, fat bully. Janis was faster than he was. She was concerned that a fight might mean rolling on the ground. The white jockey shorts would be a problem in that situation. If a fight took place, she would have to end it quickly and decisively. Janis determined she would do just that and do it ruthlessly. Billy was waiting at her corner when she got off the late school bus. "Well bitch...I owe you one." His two friends looked on hoping to see Janis embarrassed. "I'm sooo scared" sneered Janis. As Billy approached enacingly Janis spoke. "Let me change out of my dress first." Billy came at her expecting her to beg him to leave her alone, to apologize. Janis smashed her school bag into his face. She followed up with a hail of punches. A kick to his knee dropped Billy to a kneel. He brought his hand to his face. He looked shocked to see the blood from his nose and his mouth! "Who's next?" Janis shouted at his cohorts who were unsure whether to help Billy take this girl or whether to run. Her challenge made them back off. Billy staggered to his feet and went after Janis. "Trying to save face?" Janis jeered. Again her foot found his knee. Janis landed several well aimed punches to Billy's eye. She was determined that he would wear his humiliation for several days. Billy lowered his head and charged at Janis in a last ditch, panicked effort to gain an advantage. So far he had failed to land a single blow! Her lightning punches completely overwhelmed him. Janis grabbed his hair as he began his charge and yanked him to the ground. His buddies had run off, afraid to face whatever wrath Janis might bestow on them. She kneed his ribs, pistoned her knee into his fat, flabby belly. Janis triumphantly let him fall to his knees. As he started to get up, she slammed her fist into his mouth. He fell over and lay on his side. "Now tell on me, fat blob. Tell your friends that Janis the snobby bitch beat your fat butt until you couldn't stand." "Great day!" Janis reflected as she sat in her room doing her homework. "Boys' briefs and straightening out that shit! I am not going to let boys have all the power, certainly not power over me." CHAPTER THREE With her mother's promotion came a move to a city. A change of jobs would take them to the Philadelphia area. Away from the mines! Two moves in two years but worth it. Janis was thrilled. More dance classes. She had longed for culture. She was enrolling in a new school in September. Perhaps with so many opportunities for dance classes she could go out for cheerleading too. Janis had the summer to explore her suburban neighborhood. A bus took her to nearby mall. Janis wandered from shop to shop, strolled through the department stores. In the teens department her eyes fell on a display of boys' underwear. She impulsively grabbed a three pack of low rise jockey shorts. To her relief they were rung up very matter of factly. She sat in the food court smugly sipping her first iced coffee. Her eyes scanned the neighboring stores. Sporting goods! Janis drew a deep breath as she rose and walked toward the sporting goods shop. She chose a tennis skirt and panties although she never held a tennis racket in her life. But she would look cute in that outfit. She strolled around the different counters. Rapidly, so as not to allow herself a change of mind, Janis grabbed a box marked "athletic supporter." Janis almost giggled as her purchases were rung up with not a glance at her. She could not keep from grinning as she rode the bus back to the town house her mother had rented. Life was so different, so much more interesting. It was a million light years from the awful mining town. Janis stepped out of her cutoffs. She unhooked the bra and admired herself. At moments like this she appreciated the smallness of her breasts. She held the jock in front of her trying to figure it out. She stepped into it. After adjusting the waist-band she smoothed the pouch over her pubic area. Her thumbs tugged the straps under her firm, muscular buttocks. It felt delicious! Janis put on her most conservative one-piece swimsuit. She went into her mother's room and reassured herself that the jock was properly concealed. As she walked to the condo pool club, she knew that the jock might show when the suit was wet. That would make people notice her and wonder. "Well, I like being noticed," thought Janis. Janis emerged from the pool, hooked her thumbs in the hem of her swim suit and adjusted the hem down over her cheeks. She pulled on a sweat shirt and walked back to the rented townhouse. The second unit from her own had been vacant but with a sold sign. Now someone sunned on a chaise lounge on the second floor balcony. The figure lay on its front; a brief black swimsuit bottom was all the clothing apparent. The graceful slenderness of the figure led Janis to think that this teenage girl had undone her bikini bra to get a more even tan. It was the first person close to her age she had seen in the townhouse complex. Janis called hello. The figure propped itself up and looked down. "Hi. I'm Francie" "I'm Janis. Come down. We can have some ice cream or soda in my house." Francie sat up, back to Janis and pulled on a tee shirt. "My name is Francis. Can't stand Frank. It just doesn't suit me at all." Janis realized Francie was a boy! He was beautiful. Dark hair in a pixie style. Large almond eyes and perfect cupid bow lips. "So slender for a boy! God, the bullies must give him such a hard time. I love his name but he must be teased awfully for it. Please let him like me," thought Janis. They sat on the raised patio or terrace off the kitchen of Janis's unit. Janis was fascinated by Francie. They were the only teenagers in the small townhouse condo development. They laughed as they realized they both were living with single moms and that both moms were working late. Janis decided they would order pizza and watch TV in her unit. Francie concurred. CHAPTER FOUR Janis put on her new tennis skirt and matching panties. Francie arrived promptly. He was beautiful! White shorts and blue boat-neck tee. Tennis sneakers without socks. So yummy. Janis never felt that way about a boy but Francie was so different. From the back no one would think that Francie was other than a tall, slender and graceful adolescent girl! They finished eating the pizza. Francie bent forward as he put the paper plates in the trash bin. Janis was astounded. The outline of Francie's underpants was easily seen through the fabric of the shorts. Not odd in and of itself...yet the curved seam of the reinforced crotch was something that suggested Francie wore panties! Janis was puzzled but dismissed her speculation. She really didn't know that much about boy's underwear. Janis and Francie sat on the floor of the living room. Francie hugged his knees as they faced each other chatting. Janis caught a glimpse of his underpants. They were yellow cotton with thin elastic leg bands. Janis was sure Francie was wearing panties. She was very, very interested and more than a little turned on! Janis made sure that Francie could see her tennis panties. And he was looking. That reassured her. Francie was into girl's things but still wasn't queer for boys. At least she hoped not. He seemed interested in her. They sat with their backs against the couch watching the news on TV. Janis let her hand rest on Francie's. He pressed hers. They faced each other. Francie brought his face to Janis's lips. They kissed; lightly and slowly at first, but then deeper and intensely. Janis guided Francie's finger tips to her breast. Her hand found his crotch. Janis worked her hand under the hem of his shorts. No front opening. He was wearing panties! Francie pulled away. "Don't laugh at me. I like girl's things. I'm really not much of a guy. I don't want to be a girl and ..." Janis kissed him again. "It doesn't matter." They groped each other intensely. They separated quickly as a key turned in the lock. CHAPTER FIVE Janis was going to the mall with Francie. They would be home alone for an hour or two before their moms got home for dinner. This would give Janis a chance to show Francie that he was not the only person around who was turned by wearing clothing of the opposite sex. They seemed to spend a lot of time looking at stores that sold lingerie and foundations. They said nothing as they held hands. They ate in the food court where they drew the attention of two local hoods. The two followed them to the bus stop at the mall entrance. "Two dykes." "No, a bitch dyke and a faggot!" Janis responded with controlled anger. "Is that who you shits are? Do something about it!" Francie looked frightened. Janis stepped forward and slapped one of the toughs. He reddened. Janis grabbed his ears and sank her finger nails into his skin as she yanked hard. He screamed in surprise and pain! His buddy yelled. "Hey. We're just playing. Okay?" "I play rough! Take a hike or I'll really hurt you." She stood with her hands on hips sneering arrogantly as she spoke. Francie looked at Janis with awe. "You could kick their butts so easily," Janis said to Francie as they rode the bus. "I was always bullied. You can see why." "Well, I'll just have to help you become a terror!" As they entered Francie's house, Janis grabbed Francie and threw him to the floor. She pounced on him hoping to get him to react. Francie rolled over and wound up on Janis. He held her wrists. To her surprise, Janis could not break free. She bucked her hips but couldn't get free. She rolled to her knees sending Francie over her hips onto his back. She put her knee on his chest and held his hair. "Get angry!" They both laughed. Her brief tussle with Francie has aroused her. "Francie. I want to show you something." She undid her jeans shorts to reveal her jockey shorts. Francie gaped. She could see the erection straining his cut offs. Janis undid his zipper and eased the shorts down his legs. She pulled his cock out of his panties and ran her finger over the head. Francie quickly began spurting. Janis kicked off her jockey shorts. She lay on her back with her legs spread. She put her hands on Francie's face and drew him to her. They kissed deeply. She guided his lips to her crotch. He ate her until she exploded in a series of spine wrenching spasms. They kissed and giggled as they showered together. CHAPTER SIX The school year began a few weeks later. Janis enrolled in the local public high school. Francie went to a small private school where his uniqueness would be less rejected. Janis continued her dance lessons. Janis and Francie convinced their moms to let them sign up for a judo course. They enjoyed the competition of training together. Francie was turning out to be fast and powerful. Both he and Janis wore a leotard under their gi. It was their secret. When Francie's showed it was assumed he was wearing some sort of athletic singlet. The school year passed quickly. Janis and Francie were exploring the city and exploring their special sexual affinity for each other. They had made many trips to the mall where Janis bought lingerie for Francie and where Francie bought jocks and briefs for Janis. They were waiting for the bus after one such buying spree when they were confronted by the two who had started to bother them the summer before. Only now there were four guys and two slutty girls. They stood barring the way. Janis kicked the closest one in the knee. A second kick in rapid fire succession dropped him screaming to the floor. A second ran at Janis. Collar and hip throw left him on his back. Francie rolled one of the them over his hip. The third backed off. "Shit, you bitches are rough!" Francie and Janis laughed. He obviously thought Francie was a girl! Suddenly Janis felt her hair being yanked. One of the girls had grabbed her hair and was shaking her. Janis clapped her hands over the girl's ears. The girl screamed and let go. Janis grabbed her wrist and with a sweeping move kicked her legs out from under her. She fell to the pavement, her skirt awry revealing bright red panties. Francie went after the fourth boy. He bolted! They giggled on the bus ride home. Janis held Francie's hand very tightly. They both were turned on by beating up the gang. Janis wondered how much of it was the exhilaration of the fight and how much of it was seeing the slut's panties. Janis had to admit to herself that the slut had great thighs and a lovely crotch. Her dime store panties were so tight against her pussy! As they entered the town house Janis pushed Francie against the wall and kissed him deeply. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the living room. She dropped to her knees as she undid his belt. She pulled him to the carpet and stripped off his tee shirt. He was rock hard staring at her as she lowered her shorts. Francie practically drooled as Janis eased her panties over hips. Her jock strap turned him even more. Janis licked Francie's nipples as she squeezed his balls. Francie writhed and moaned as Janis caressed him through the silken pink panties. He lifted his hips and eased his panties down enough to free his raging hard on. Janis hungrily flicked a drop precum into her mouth even as the drop oozed out. She straddled Francie and lowered herself onto his erect cock. She dropped down forcibly impaling herself on Francie. A brief pain caused her to wince as her cherry broke. She bobbed rhythmically looking at the ecstasy on Francie's face. Francie began to scream as Janis felt him spurt into her. Suddenly she moaned and yelled. She fell forward, her mouth engulfing Francie's as she came repeatedly. Waves of orgasm swept through her body and her soul. Janis lay in her bed watching the curtains flutter in the wind. She felt pleasantly satisfied. Mounting a femme boy in panties had given her everything she hoped for her in her first fuck. Yet she knew that beating those boys had been part of what aroused her and that slut's pantied crotch wasn't a turn off for sure! She ran her hands over her hips. Cool comfy cotton panties under a cotton tank night shirt. Comfy, girlish, cute, sexy. Janis knew she was all that and so much more. Feeling smug as she dropped into a relaxed, restful sleep. CHAPTER SEVEN The school year started again. Janis decided to try out for cheerleaders. Her powerful ballet trained legs enabled her to out leap even the senior girls who had long been on the squad. One of the girls trying out looked familiar. The familiar looking girl jostled Janis roughly as she passed her on her way back to the bench. Janis remembered her from the mall fight. Things had to be set in order very quickly. As soon as they were alone in the locker room Janis grabbed the girl's shoulder and spun her around against a row of lockers. She put her hand under the girl's chin and pushed up. "Don't play with me, tramp!" "An accident, really," she pleaded with Janis. "If you know what you did it was no accident. "Mess with me and I'll slap you silly. I'll leave you in worse condition than I left your faggot boyfriends." The girl looked at Janis with fear, resentment and awe. "My name is Janis." "Marcia." "Stay cool Marcia." Janis smiled hoping to get the girl to relax. As Janis turned Marcia came at her. She threw her full weight at Janis. Janis staggered back against a bench and fell over it. Marcia dove at her. Janis caught her, sent her sprawling. Marcia cursed as Janis dropped her knee into Marcia's stomach. "Damn girl, do I really have to hurt you?" Marcia strained to catch her breath as the wind flew out of her under the force of Janis's knee. Marcia started to cry more out of humiliation than of injury. Janis sat on the bench watching Marcia's mascara run down her cheeks. "Did your guy ever cut you a break like I just did or did he smack you a whole lot when you stepped out line?" Marcia smiled through her tears. "No. You cut me a better break than I would have given you. I figured if I kicked your ass he would take me back as his number one." "Girl, you are nuts!" Janis looked down at Marcia's thighs. The tan smooth skin showed above the stocking tops. "Fix your skirt girl," ordered Janis. She pulled Marcia to her feet. They walked out of the locker room together. They sat in a coffee shop near the school. "Marcia, I'm astounded that a girl as attractive as you put up with that for so long. You should be out to kick his butt not mine. Shame on you for being a door mat." "Janis, I could never beat him or most any guy." "Girl, you just don't know how to control guys. You're faster and cleverer than most of them. You could control any of them and kick butt on most of them." "Not that I'm convinced but show me how!" "Perhaps, perhaps not!" They left the coffee shop. He was waiting for them at the bus stop. "Marcia, don't hang with this weirdo. And you, you won't get lucky again." "It's talent, not luck," sneered Janis. Marcia stood perplexed. He pulled her toward him. "Marcia, do what you have to do," encouraged Janis. "Bob, stop pulling me. You stink of beer!" Marcia's voice became a frightened whine. "Do it Marcia," ordered Janis. Marcia pushed Bob away from her. Before he could recover she slapped him as hard as she could. The blow was enough to make him reel back. He came at Marcia in a blind fury. She locked her hands in his greasy hair and hook him hard. Off balance, half buzzed he could do little. Marcia kept yanking his hair every which way causing him to stagger off balance. Before he could recover Marcia punched his face. A rush ran through her. She never hit any boy before. It felt great. Bob's blind rage increased. He flailed his arms as he rushed at her. She instinctively parried the blow and caught him on the nose. Blood spurted. Bob roared and cursed. He had had it and he knew it. "Janis, thanks. That was so cool. I did it myself." They sat close as the bus carried them home. They got off at the same stop it turned out but would walk in opposite directions. "My mom will be home late. I'm ordering pizza. Come have some with me. You can call home from my house." Marcia accepted Janis's offer. Janis eyed Marcia's thighs hungrily as they waited for the pizza. "I have to tell you that beating that shit made me so excited my panties are wet." "Care to change them?" Marcia giggled as Janis pulled her toward her. Janis remained seated as she wrapped her arms around Maria's hips. She nuzzled Marcia's tummy as she made sure her skirt rose. Marcia wiggled her panties down and kicked them away. She bent forward and kissed Janis deeply. Janis unbuttoned Maria's blouse. Her full, round breasts were perfect globes nestled in the lace of her bra. Janis ran her tongue over the skin of Marcia's breasts. The lace edge of the cup half tickled, half irritated. Jan used her teeth to pull the cups down. Eyes closed, she ran her tongue over the areolae, flicked the ever hardening nipples. Tentatively at first and the with determination she wrapped her lips over the aggressively thrusting nipples and tongued gently. Marcia straddled Janis's thighs, sat down on her lap. She wrapped her legs around Janis's waist clinging to her as tightly as she could. Janis put her hands under Marcia's butt. She rose as Marcia thrust her tongue deep into her throat. Clinging together in the embrace of deep wet kiss, panties wetter, wetter by the second. Janis carried Marcia to her bedroom. Slowly yet desperately they undressed each other. The girls, now lovers knelt facing each other. Simultaneously they ran their fingers over every contour of their bodies. They rose and fell together in a deep kiss. Marcia shifted and turned her attention to Janis's breasts. Janis tickled Marcia's deep navel with her tongue. Marcia pushed Janis down. She spread her lover's thighs. Slowly she licked her way up Janis's inner thighs Her tongue thrust into the delicate folds of her lover's vagina. She teased the swollen clit. "Mar, Mar, don't stop." Janis lay back. Quivering, she allowed Marcia to take her love, allowed herself to be possessed as she could never let any boy possess her. A soul shattering orgasm that was an epiphany. Loving for Janis could never be the same. CHAPTER EIGHT The next morning Janis sat at her vanity table. She studied her reflection as she brushed her dark blond hair until it shone. The demure teen in white bra and panties belied the emotions and sexual sophistication she had developed. Janis knew she had only scratched the surface of what lay within her. Her love making with Marcia was incredible. It was the perfect pleasure. Yet boys still had a place in her sexuality. Beating them up was a turn on. It enhanced her urges. And she had a really intense orgasm with Francie...nothing like Marcia though. Janis put on knee socks and penny loafers. She selected a demure gray A-line skirt. An opaque white blouse accented by a replica of an antique pin. "God, so preppie. She laughed at the thought of how far she had come from the coal town. Sitting at the vanity she crossed and uncrossed her legs. "Good, my panties don't show unless I want them to." She extended one leg upward slowly and gracefully as only a ballerina could. Her panty crotch was fully exposed. A smug smile. "That ought to get Marcia's attention." Bob glared at Janis as she approached the school. She walked past him with no recognition. She turned her head over her shoulder to catch him staring after her. Undaunted, Janis winked at him. Bob reddened. Marcia sat on the stairs in front of the main entrance of the high school. Janis smiled at her. Marcia returned a look that was half worried smile, half frown. "Bob's been phoning me. He wants me. I have to make it up to him for hitting him when he wasn't ready. "I'm not his dog!.Damn[MP1] it. I'm not his bitch or. .." Tears welled in her eyes. "We'll get him to leave you alone once and for all." Marcia stood up and dabbed the tears from her cheeks. She smiled. "Janis, I love you. That makes me sure of myself." Friday night Marcia sat on a bench in a very isolated area of the park. As Bob approached, she leaned back and threw one leg onto the bench allowing her skirt to rise almost to her hips. The white satin panties almost glowed in the light of a nearby street lamp. Bob looked shocked and triumphant. "Such pure looking panties for a filthy slut like you! You should be dressed like the whore you are. Take them off." Marcia threw her head back and laughed. She dangled her spike heeled shoe from her toes. Bob practically drooled. Bob reached out for her wrist. She reached down as if to put the shoe on properly. She swung the shoe up in a smooth, swift arc. The heel struck Bob on the side of his head. He glared at Marcia. "Now I really owe you. And I haven't had any beers like the other day. Payback time!" He started to pull Marcia to her feet. Her foot lashed forward catching him in the balls. It hurt him but didn't take him out. Bob grabbed Marcia's hair and whipped the back of his hand across her mouth. Marcia bit back her instinct to scream. Marcia jumped up and ducked out of his way. She ground the spike heel into his instep. Bob yelped but managed to grab Marcia's blouse. He repeatedly whipped his hand across Marcia's mouth. Janis stepped out from behind some bushes. She caught Bob's hair. Yanking his head backwards, she shot all her weight in a kick at the back of his ankle. He went down on his back. Marcia pulled him to his feet. She pummeled him and then pushed him toward Janis who shot her fist into the pit of his stomach. Bob doubled over trying to catch his breath. Marcia yelled, "You shit. I'm not your whore." Her finger nails raked his face. Janis drove her knee into his ribs knocking him onto the grass. She wrapped her powerful dancer's calves around his head and squeezed. Muffled curses from the would be tormentor made victim. Janis rolled from side to side. Each movement wrenched Bob's neck and spine. Janis released their helpless victim and got to her feet. She caught his ears and pulled him to his feet. Yanking his head down, she kneed his ribs repeatedly. "Enough...enough," he begged. Janis threw Bob to the ground. Marcia knelt over him, her knee in his stomach. The look of abject terror on his face was arousing her. "Let's take his clothes off," laughed Marcia in the ecstasy of power over her would-be abuser. They yanked his pants down around his ankles and ordered him to stand. He could offer little resistance at best but hobbled by his pants; he was comically helpless. Marcia squeezed his cock. "Can't get it up. Pathetic!" She put her face to his as if to kiss him. Her hand crushed his balls. He yelped and fell to the floor. Marcia pulled his shirt over his head. She raised her skirt and straddled his face. "Tsk, tsk. Still can't get it up." She pulled her now soaking wet panty crotch aside. "Just look what you'll never have!" Then came ultimate humiliation; Marcia urinated on her vanquished foe! They left Bob lying beaten, helpless and literally pissed on. They held hands as they walked along the path. They spied a police car on the road. They flagged it down. "Hurry officers. There is a guy who was mugged or stoned back there." The police car drove off. Marcia and Janis giggled as the car drove off to investigate. They hurried to Janis's house. An intense but too quick sixty-nine. At lunch period on Monday word got around that Bob switched to a different high school. CHAPTER NINE The fall semester went by quickly. Janis was kept busy with dance classes, cheerleaders and trying to keep her average up to her mother's expectations. Mother had started college at night in order to earn a bachelor's degree. That, they both knew, would open even wider horizons. Janis tried hard to make her mother's life less complicated. Francie moved out of the area. With his parting, her last vestige of bisexuality vanished. The cheerleading squad in her high school was all girls. She liked it that way. Janis developed a way of smoothing her short skirt after a routine that exposed her panties. This apparently modest move in a girl who never dated was more arousing than if she stripped off the panties. Janis had started working with weights to better enable to lift during some of the pyramid routines. Marcia, who was taller and thinner than Janis joined the cheerleaders to be with her. Marcia began to develop some bulk. Fully clothed Marcia looked like any athletic girl who was trying too hard to attract boys. In bra and panties Marcia was an idealized teen amazon goddess. Marcia often stayed at Janis's house after school. After all, Janis's mom was often in school until quite late. The girls cooked, studied and experimented. They often wrestled playfully as a prelude to sex. The two had gone to a movie one Friday night. A boy sat next to them and made his macho moves. Marcia took him by the hand and led him to a passage way that connected the balcony to a lounge area. She stood with her back to the wall and allowed the boy to start to kiss her. She put her arms around his waist and squeezed. "If you call for help I'll say you tried to rape me." She smiled as his terror was added to the look of agony Marcia had put on his pale face. Janis, who had followed, watched with intense amusement which was rapidly becoming arousal. Marcia pulled the boy's head to her hip and applied pressure in a classic head lock. Suddenly she rolled him over her hip. He looked up at her in awe and terror. She knelt so that her skirt rose exposing her pastel blue panties. Marcia took his face between her palms and kissed him deeply. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him in a school yard pin. Her panties were inches from his face; a wet spot becoming clearly visible. Marcia reached back to torment his crotch. He was rock hard! "Jan, he enjoys this as much as we do!" Marcia undid the zipper and pulled his cock out. She ran her hand over the head. Clutching his balls, she slapped his face. A moan escaped his lips. His cock started to twitch. Cum spurted as he reveled in the humiliation made all the more thrilling by the nearness of a large number of people, by the risk of being caught. Jan dropped to her knees and kissed Maria deeply as she too came. Marcia and Jan walked off hand in hand as the boy got to his feet. "Great! There are guys who get off on this. Not that we care if they get off but we might have all the victims we need to keep us hot!" Janis kissed Marcia lightly on her lips. "Maybe we'll be here next week," she called to the boy as he stuffed his cock back in his pants. CHAPTER TEN They spied him sitting alone in the last row of the small balcony. Janis was the ideal of wholesome teen attractiveness. Dark blue A-line skirt, lighter blue scoop necked tee, Keds type sneakers with no socks. Her hair was in two pig tails. Marcia wore tan colored Bermuda shorts, a blouse with the collar turned up. Her dark hair fell over one side of her face. Janis entered the row from one side, Marcia from the other. The three sat with their eyes toward the screen. Janis poked him and extended her box of popcorn. "Don't dare refuse." Her whisper was seductive and commanding. As she spoke her feet went up to the seatback, her skirt falling to the vee where thighs met hips. His eyes widened as he realized the innocent white cotton panty was a pair jockey shorts! Marcia put her face to his and kissed him. Her tongue flicked across his. Janis worked her hand into the waist band of his cutoff jeans. She drew a breath as she felt the thin waist band and smooth nylon of what surely must be panties! Closing credits, the lights came on. The three filed out quietly. The crowd entered for the next showing. Walking slowly as she realized her jockey shorts were wet, Janis knew that this unnamed boy might arouse her in ways yet to be discovered. "Your name?" commanded Janis imperiously "Greer." "Greer?" in a sarcastic and incredulous tone. The three drifted from the crowd. "Greer? Is that a boy or a girl?" The tone of the rhetorical question was a sneer. "A name long in my family. I'm a boy. I'm not queer for boys but I want to be a girl...like a girl in a lot of ways." Janis whispered her phone number in his ear. "Call me in the morning." Marcia smiled a wry smile. "Two timer," in mock indignation. "Greer has possibilities." Janis answered the door in a short kimono robe. Greer entered. His look was of both fright and anticipation. Janis reached out and pushed his strawberry blond hair into makeshift bangs. The door closed as she unbuttoned his shirt. She undid his belt and let the pants fall. She drew breath at the vision of this beautiful boy in an open shirt and pink nylon panties with the slightest hint of lace at the leg openings. He wore no socks. Greer stepped out of his penny loafers and kicked his pants aside. She let her robe fall open. Sky blue panties with lace panels. A white lace edged bra enhanced her small but perfect breasts. She stepped forward. Pressing herself against Greer, she kissed him as she felt him harden against her. She ran her fingers over his body. He had no body hair except at his crotch and under his arms. She led him to her bathroom. He sat in the tub as she shaved his underarms and his most intimate areas. She wrapped Greer in a towel in a nurturing message. He sat on the edge of her bed; Janis knelt between his knees. Only his cock betrayed his maleness. Janis ran her tongue around the rim of his cockhead. He moaned ever so lightly. She tasted the first drop of precum before enveloping the head in her hungry mouth. Janis drew Greer to his feet. She knelt on one knee as he stepped into the black silk panties she proffered. A black underwire bra. The garter belt was fastened from the rear. The dark, full fashioned hose were drawn slowly, provocatively onto his legs. Greer look up at Janis with trust and adoration as she applied his lipstick. She was unable to wait to do his eyes. She straddled him with her knees on the bed as she kissed him deeply. Taking his longish hair in her hand she pulled him down onto his back. Greer giggled as she tongued his navel. She took his foot in her hand and sucked his toes. Kissing her way up his sleekly nyloned legs, Janis lingered over his inner thighs. Her tongue, her fingers caressed the panty covered crotch. Pulling the waist band down, Janis freed his lovely hard on. She ran her tongue along the bottom of the shaft. She slowly rose to her knees, straddled him and lowered herself on to his cock. Janis rode him to an incredible orgasm. It started in her toes and in the base of her spine. Her body quivered as she came. Greer had not come. Too bad. She lay spent. Reviving a moment later, she knelt over Greer. Her mouth engulfed his cock until she felt him throb, heard him cry out! She greedily swallowed his cum and sucked out even more. In the afterglow she recalled what she had read for French class. Looking into Greer's green eyes, she said, "All for the best in this best of all possible worlds." Then she added, "I'm the best of all possible worlds." They sat at the kitchen table sharing a calorie conscious lunch, exchanging confidences. Two teen age girls on the Saturday of a long weekend; except that the slender strawberry blonde in black panties and bra was a boy! The dishes were in the dishwasher; Janis leaned forward and allowed her lips to linger on Greer's. "I've got an idea!" Janis ran to her room with Greer in tow. She opened her closet and flung a denim skirt at Greer. "Get into that," Jan cried gleefully. She grabbed Greer's own shirt and tossed it over his face. "I don't get it. I love it but I don't get it!" "Just do it," responded Janis in playful exasperation. Janis retouched Greer's makeup. They left the house. "Talk in your own voice and no one will know." Greer nodded. Janis showed the Greer around the condo clubhouse. No one she introduced her new friend to thought he was other than a lovely, well brought up young lady. They almost skipped back to Janis's house as they held hands. Gales of laughter as they collapsed on Jan's bed. Jan turned to Greer and kissed him deeply. "You are sooo naughty," Jan admonished Greer. "Your panties are showing. Come and be spanked!" Greer rose from the bed and made a show of smoothing out the skirt. He walked seductively to Janis who caught his wrist and pulled over her lap. Her hand slid under his skirt and caressed his derriere through the panties. She eased her fingers between his thighs and squeezed his balls. He quivered. Janis flipped the skirt up. She managed to tug his panties down to the bottom of his cheeks. Spreading her legs ever so slightly she let his erection go free. She slammed her knees together over the turgid cock. Greer yelped. Jan slammed her hand against his buttocks. He moaned. Jan felt the sting in her palm. Her heart beat quickly as she felt her panties getting wet. The first slaps were rhythmic and measured. As Jan's arousal increased and as Greer moaned and screamed in pain and ecstasy, the rate increased. Suddenly Jan threw Greer from her lap and pulled his face into her soaking wet crotch. His tongue alternated between her clit and thrusts deep into her. Jan was whimpering and squirming as Greer ate her until she let go in the second sensational orgasm. CHAPTER ELEVEN Senior year! Jan spent lots of time with Greer who could now pass for a girl in any situation, in any clothes. Marcia was quite the independent young lady. She was winning body building competitions, "dating" a cheerleader and getting ready for a two year community college. She and Corey would turn on by allowing men to approach Corey. They would then beat the hapless male and make love in front of him. Jan earned her black belt in judo at a tournament. Greer had started judo and was advancing rapidly. Greer had become a formidable opponent even in skirt and heels. One evening in late winter a Mercedes drew up to Jan and Greer as they walked arm in arm through the park. A handsome man spoke from the open window. He remarked on their athletic good looks. Perhaps they could help with a problem. He fantasized about being abused, even dominated by attractive young amazons. He claimed to be quite generous. "Prove we can trust you," Jan ventured. "Pull into the parking area ahead and get out." He waited as they approached him. Jan extended her hand. He took it and found himself over Jan's shoulder and sprawled on his back. Jan placed a painful wrist lock on him. Greer nudged his crotch with his shoe. "Oh yes!" he purred. Jan applied intense pressure. "Oh, oh .... Yes. You will do very well." Jan released her hold. He handed them each a fifty dollar bill. "Good faith money," he said. "I want no sex." A card with a Swarthmore address. Jan called and made arrangements. Jan borrowed her mother's car and drove with Greer to an impressive home. The man let them in. "I'm alone this evening. Usually I ask my amazons to dress but you are ideal." Jan wore a short flair skirt that barely reached her knees. Dark hose and t-strap heels accentuated her muscular legs. "Your friend could be your maid." Greer donned the costume. They expected a French maid outfit. But no. This was a very short white pleated skirt with a loose fitting tank top. Greer kept on the panties he had worn. White with lace at the hem. The man realized for the first time that Greer was not a girl! He almost fell over himself in his lust. Greer applied a pressure hold to the man. "Strip! My mistress is impatient," Greer improvised. He shoved the man forward. The man did as ordered. Jan grabbed his wrist and whipped to the mat. She lifted him easily. She slipped behind him, thrust arm through his legs so her hand covered his genitals and lifted him! A body slam to the mat knocked the wind from him. Jan locked her powerful legs around his waist and squeezed the breath from him until he fainted. He quickly revived. Kneeling in front of Jan he addressed her. "My goddess of pain. You are superb." Jan caught him in a headlock and yanked him to his feet. Greer took over by throwing him to the mat. Suddenly the man arched his back, moaned and came in a series of spasms. "Wonderfully strong you girls are. But it was over too quickly." He handed each of them a one hundred dollar bill. Need I say this was but the first job in a very long and profitable career. Elizabeth Parris