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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Jason and Kylie, Naked in School 6 (mf mff mfm exhib orgy ws anal caution)
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Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2006 04:10:01 -0400
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Jason blushed a little. "Well, um, don't take this wrong, but if you
need relief, and it doesn't go against how you feel about things, you
can ask me. You know I won't hurt you."

Kylie blushed. A _lot_. "Um. I know. I, uh, thanks, but I don't think
I will."

"That's cool," Jason said. "I mean, you don't _have_ to, or
anything. I just thought, you know..." He blushed again. "Oh,
alright. You're _really_ pretty when you come, okay? That was really
cool in the shower."

The blush made it all the way down to her toes.

"Wow." Jason blinked. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. Sorry."

"It's okay. I'm just not... um... not used to this sort of thing."

"Well, still, sorry," Jason said, getting in line for food.

Kylie stood in line with him, semi-relaxed, though she tensed for some
reason about halfway through the line, not relaxing until they passed
through the doors into the serving area.

Kylie followed Jason to his table, snagging a glass of ice water on
the way through, and sat next to him. Between Jason and the halfback
on her other side, she looked like a miniature human, or someone's kid
sister. The nervousness was back, and grew as she listened to the
standard table-talk and let herself be petted. 

On Jason's other side, a lovely blonde cheerleader showed no
indication of any desire to keep her hands off of him, and, indeed,
slipped down beneath the table for a closer inspection of his
equipment, including an oral examination.

Jason struggled to keep an eye on Kylie despite the distraction,
though it was difficult. She seemed to be having trouble, but none of
the requests were anything that could be considered unreasonable; the
groping was a bit heavy-handed, but not malicious in intent. 

The cheerleader, however, had a suggestion when she returned to her
seat. "Why don't you just spread her out on the table like a buffet,
then everyone can grab a bit?" she remarked cattily.

The idea met with general approval, but Jason shook his head. "I think
that's going a bit too far."

"Oh, come on," the cheerleader said. "The table's clean. It won't hurt
her."

Jason shook his head again, glancing at Kylie. "Yeah, actually, I
think it would. Seriously, guys, bad idea."

Kylie looked close to hyperventilating. Fortunately, the bell rang,
and everyone started to get up. Someone muttered, "Geeze, what a
little prude."

Jason snapped his head around. "Dude, how would _you_ feel about
having spiders poured on you?" No one answered, and the table
continued to empty. He walked around to where Kylie was clinging to
the table as if it were the edge of a cliff, and said, "Sorry about
that."

"It's not your fault." She shivered.

"I know, but still," he said. "Word'll get around, and people will
ease up."

Kylie laughed. "Or not. Why do you assume that people are nice?"

"They usually are."

Kylie looked at him oddly. "Yeah, right."

"What?" he asked.

"If most people were nice, there wouldn't be so many wars, the world
wouldn't be so fucked up, and _everyone_ would go naked because
there'd be no danger from it."

Jason shrugged. "It's getting better. C'mon, we're going to be late."

Kylie nodded. This period they spent in different rooms; Kylie had
chemistry, and Jason had economics.

She hesitated when they reached the doorway to her chemistry
class. The teacher, a balding, middle-aged man who scared all but the
most geeky students into avoiding his classes like the plague -- rumor
had it he was also some sort of martial arts champion, and he rarely
showed any expression -- looked up and smiled, and she relaxed almost
instantly.

"We've got a lab today, Miss Reed, fetch an apron and goggles, and
take the station nearest the flooder."

Kylie smiled and waved to Jason as she headed into lab.

#

When Jason met her to go to their next class, she had a small burn
on her upper arm from a splash of corrosive, and the teacher's promise
to find her something more protective than an apron before the next
lab.

Their next class was Computers, and Jason wondered if it was actually
possible for his balls to crawl back up inside his stomach for
warmth. And if he could join them. Kylie didn't seem to be any better
off; her nipples were rock hard. By the time the class was over, they
were quite grateful to escape to the relative warmth of their English
class.

Kylie's mood deteriorated rapidly; the teasing she'd endured all day
took on a decidedly catty tone, but there was never anything Jason
could point to and say "that's too far". By then end of the period,
she was tense and pale.

Jason grinned at her as they walked out of the classroom, whispering,
"I do believe they're jealous."

"I _hate_ that class," Kylie said. "It's my least favorite class."

"Why?" Jason asked.

She blushed. "It wasn't the one I wanted, and I don't fit in at
all. No one in there seems to care about learning anything. They're
just goofing off until the bell rings and they can go home."

"Which one did you want?"

"Second period Honors," Kylie said. "I have the grades for it, but
they wouldn't let me have it."

"Why not?"

"Because my first language isn't English," she said.

"Uh... so?" Jason asked. "I mean, if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't
know."

"I know," Kylie grinned. "It _is_ stupid, but that's what they
said. Since English is actually my third language, I can't take Honors
classes in it, at least not this year."

"Oh, that's _bullshit_. Hey, I'll talk to my dad," Jason said. He
grinned. "There are a _few_ advantages to being a coach in a school
where football is king, you know?"

Kylie shrugged nervously. "It's okay. It's not a big deal,
really. It's too late to change, anyway." She grabbed her clothes out
of her locker with intense relief and headed out the door, with Jason
following.

"I thought this day was _never_ going to be over," she said, heading
for the little roped off 'dressing area' on the front lawn.

"Mondays suck," Jason said, then grinned at her. "But it wasn't _all_
bad, was it?"

Kylie blushed. "Um. Not all of it. Not bad. But... embarrassing,
yeah."

"Eh. Embarrassment won't kill you," Jason said. "Ask me how I failed my
brown belt test sometime."

Kylie hesitated for a moment, thinking. "It's not the
embarrassment. I've made mistakes and been embarrassed
before. It's... maybe embarrassment isn't the right word."

"What is?" Jason asked.

"Um... it's not embarrassment because it's not something _I_ did. Not
something from within me. It's something that other people are doing
to me."

"Humiliation?" he suggested.

"Yes, that might fit," she said. "Because there's nothing I can do to
stop it."

Jason grimaced. "Yeah. Sorry. I'm doing what I can, but..."

Kylie shook her head. "It isn't your fault, and shouldn't be your
responsibility. You had no choice, either."

"I know, but still," he said.

Kylie sat down and started to pull on her skirt, but a car horn
blasted loudly and she looked up, startled. A man stepped out of a
nearby parked car. 

"Kylie! Didn't you see me waiting for you?" he asked impatiently. He
was in his mid-forties, large and powerfully built, with a small but
growing beer belly, sloppily dressed in a ragged sports jersey and
faded jeans.

Every trace of relaxation vanished from Kylie's body as he walked
towards them, and she seemed practically paralyzed for a minute before
she started shaking, then stood and bowed formally. "Honorable
Father," she greeted the man. "My departure was only slightly delayed;
I would have arrived home shortly."

The man waved his hand. "You're not late, kid. I just came to give you
a ride home. Figured you'd be wiped out." He seemed to notice Jason
for the first time and blinked. "Well. What a partner they found for
my little girl. You have _got_ to be on the team, son. Bet your dad's
proud as hell." He held out his hand. "Jeb Reed."

Jason shook his hand and grinned. "My dad's the coach. And that's
_not_ why I'm on the team."

Jeb laughed. "I can see that. Geeze, bet you bench-press a hell of a
lot. Good to meet you. Got to run, though. Kylie, grab your things and
get in the car."

"Yessir," she said.

"Um," Jason said. "Actually, Kylie promised me I could dress her at
the end of the day." He grinned and looked at her. "I'm not sure why
you were starting to dress yourself. Did you forget?"

Jeb shook his head. "No time, today. She can dress at home. It's not
as if I've got good leather seats in my old Buick. C'mon, kiddo. In
the car."

Kylie jumped to obey, clutching her clothes to her chest, and Jason
frowned just a bit. "Um, sir, I don't want to argue with you, but I
was supposed to write a report on it. I won't take long, I promise."

Jeb frowned and looked at his watch. "Okay, three minutes," he growled
reluctantly. "I don't want to miss the game. Kylie, give your clothes
to the boy."

She hesitated, not wanting to release the clothes. "Kylie..." Jeb
said, with a touch of exasperation.

Jason looked at her, hoping she understood, and she seemed to weigh
the options for a split second before practically shoving the clothes
into his hands.

"I swear, girl. I don't know why you're so damned shy," Jeb
said. "It's not like you're really ugly. A bit too thin, maybe, but
you look a lot like your mom, and she was the most gorgeous woman I
ever saw."

Jason separated out the skirt and held it for her to slip into,
sliding his hands up her legs as he pulled it up. She moved
mechanically, as if tensely controlling herself every moment, as she
stepped into the panties he held for her.

He picked up the bra and slipped it over her arms, gently fitting her
breasts into it, and reached around her to hook it, which brought his
mouth close to her ear.

"Sorry," he whispered. "I figured you'd be more comfortable with this
with me than going home naked."

She nodded, barely perceptibly, as he hooked the bra and then put her
blouse on her, stepping back to make sure he got everything in the
right place.

Kylie gave him a quick, grateful smile, out of sight of her
father. She still seemed very nervous and scared, but not quite
cripplingly so. She turned quickly and gathered her books.

"I am ready, Father."

Jeb nodded. "Fine. Get in the car, I want a word with your partner
real quick."

"Yessir." She hurried to the car.

"Sir?" Jason said, looking at her father.

Jeb shook his head. "Do _you_ see anything for her to be shy about?"

Jason laughed. "She's beautiful. No, I don't, but then I guess that's
what the definition of phobia is -- irrational."

"Totally irrational," Jeb said. "I'd hoped she hadn't inherited her
mother's hang-ups, but it's obvious she did." He shook his head again.
"That's why I wanted her in the program.  It's just a damned shame for
such a pretty, bright little gal to be an uptight little prude just
because her mother was a sex-hating bitch.  I was hoping she might be
able to relax a little bit if she didn't have a choice.  You've been
with her all day, what do you think?"

"She's... pretty scared," Jason said. "Afraid she's going to get
raped, is a lot of it, I think."

Jeb sighed. "I don't want the little chit raped, but... well, if she
were persuaded to enjoy life a little more, I wouldn't mind, y'know?
Her damned virginity is like a chain around her neck, tugging her
through life and keeping her from ever opening up to anything."

"Well, even if she wanted to stay a virgin, if she could just get to
where she's not _scared_..." Jason said.

Jeb shook his head sadly. "Don't know that that'll ever happen.  She
had years and years of being told how awful, evil, dirty, and wrong
sex was.  I can just imagine the kind of man-hating horror stories the
poor little thing was told every day.  Hell, I'd be happy if she'd
even get involved with another *girl*, but she seems to be straight as
a telephone pole."

Jason nodded. "Yeah, she didn't seem to be interested -- at first, I
thought that that might have been the problem. But, well, she reacted
normally in the shower today to being played with, so I don't think
she's gay..." He watched Jeb's reaction carefully, without being
obvious. Something wasn't right here; there wasn't anything he could
point to, but his gut was screaming at him that something was wrong.

A flicker of _something_ crossed Jeb's face, gone too fast to
identify. "Is that so? Normally, you say? You mean she enjoyed it, not
just tolerated it?"

"She did," Jason nodded, "although I think maybe it's 'cause she knew
I wouldn't hurt her."

"Hmm," Jeb said. "Maybe she will open up a bit at that. Hell, you seem
to be a good boy, I'm sure you could show her a good time. I know it'd
be good for her."

"Well, like I said, she's beautiful," Jason said, wondering if he'd
imagined the undercurrent in Jeb's statement.

"Pretty enough, if your taste runs that way." Jeb shrugged. "Welp,
just wanted to chat a second, got distracted there... better run if
I'm gonna catch the game. Talk atcha later, son." He headed to the
car.

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