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Subject: {ASSM} Jason and Kylie, Naked in School 13 (mf mff mfm rom exhib orgy ws anal caution)
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Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 01:10:01 -0400
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The bell rang as they were getting up to return Jason's tray to the
cafeteria, and Kylie hurried him across the yard.

"C'mon." She tugged his hand as they headed back to the hall. "I can't
be late for chemistry!"

He grinned at her. "Okay," he said, picking her up and running. She
was stunned for a moment, then laughed, wrapping her arms around his
neck and holding on tightly.

"There you go," he said, setting her down outside her classroom. The
hall exploded into whistles and catcalls as she reached up and wrapped
her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Now _you_ hurry up and don't be late," she said, blushing brightly
and ducking into the classroom.

His friends looked at him oddly during econ, obviously wondering what
had him so happy, but the need to take notes and pay attention kept
them from asking.

When he picked her up at the door to her chem class, she was giggling
and covered in crease marks.

"Kylie?" he asked, puzzled.

She giggled some more. "Dr. Rourke let me make up the lab I couldn't
finish yesterday. But the aprons just weren't enough, and they
wouldn't let him let me get dressed, so he found me
this... _thing_... like a jumpsuit made out of clear plastic made to
fit skin tight... but skin tight on someone about twice my size. You
should have seen it, I looked so silly!  But it worked. Thing is... I
think maybe it came out of his _wife's_ closet!"

Jason snickered. "I wish I'd seen that. Hey, wait for me a sec? I need
to talk to him."

"Okay," Kylie said, frowning in puzzlement as he left her standing there.

"Mr. Rourke?" he asked quietly. "Could I ask a favor?"

Rourke glanced at Kylie, waiting by the door, then smiled, an uncommon
expression for him. "Oh?"

"Could I get your phone number, in case I need to get ahold of you
after school?" he asked. "I'm... seeing some things that worry me. I
might need to talk to someone who knows how things are around here."

Rourke frowned, but nodded. "That's no problem." He jotted it down on
a sticky note, glancing at Kylie out of the corner of his eye. "Quite
a difference between gym class and now," he said, his tone not quite
making it a question.

Jason nodded. "Yeah. We had a nice long talk." He grinned. "But then,
I think you're supposed to do that with your girlfriend. I'm not sure
though, since I've never had one before."

Dr. Rourke frowned worriedly. "Ah. That would explain things, then."

Jason nodded. "We did have a nice long talk. We set some rules, based
on what we could handle. It might not work... but I hope it does. And
I'm willing to risk getting my heart broken. Kylie's worth it," he
said, making sure the last couple of sentences were loud enough for
Kylie to hear.

"Not just your heart, but congratulations," Rourke said, looking at
Jason with eyes the same sea-green as Kylie's.

Jason looked back at him, not sure if that was 'not just _your_
heart', or 'not just your _heart_'. "I'm going to do my best to make
it work," he said seriously. "If it wasn't, it won't be because I
didn't try. We might be too different for it to work, but I hope
not. That would be too cruel."

Rourke smiled. "Your best is all anyone can ask. Now go on, or
you'll be late."

"Just needed to get some info from him," Jason said to Kylie's
questioning look when he returned. "Did I tell you I met him at the
dojo yesterday?"

"Huh," she said. "No, you didn't."

"Yeah. I was pretty worked up, so he dumped me on my ass a few times,"
Jason said. "He's _good_."

"I never would have imagined," Kylie said. "Huh."

"That's how I knew the dojo did Aikido," Jason said. He looked at the
door to the computer room and sighed. "Now we get to freeze."

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "Shoulda kept my Saran wrap."

"We could go back and borrow it," he suggested.

Kylie laughed, and stopped to let a passing boy grope her. To her
obvious shock and embarrassment, and the boy's surprise and delight,
she was clearly enjoying it.

"Hey, it's okay to enjoy it," Jason whispered in her ear. "I think
it's cool."

Kylie turned her head away, unwilling to meet anyone's eyes, and the
boy gave her one last pet before heading to class, still
grinning. Jason turned her to face him, giving her a gentle kiss.

"I'm not used to this," she said, blushing brightly. "Before... when I
didn't know how it felt, it was different."

"I know," he said, nodding. "It's okay." He sighed again, looking at
the door to the computer room. "I guess we'd better get it over with."

"It's not _that_ bad," she said, laughing. "I like computers."

"They're fun, I guess," he said.

Kylie shook her head. "We need to learn these things. It's
important, not something stupid like home-ec."

"I guess so."

She tilted her head. "You've got to take _something_ seriously, you
know."

"Huh?" Jason asked, surprised.

Kylie shivered as she walked in the door. "You've got to have
something that's important, something you care about."

"Hey -- I care about football!" Jason protested.

Kylie laughed. "I _know_ that. Everyone knows that. But what about
real stuff?"

"What do you mean," Jason said, confused. "Football's real."

Kylie hesitated, obviously not sure what to say. "Um. Yeah, but it's
not something you can do forever, you know?" she offered hesitantly.

"Well, yeah," he said. "I'll probably go to college and do something."

"Right. So don't you want to be able to do whatever kind of
'something' you finally decide on?" she asked.

"Well, yeah."

"So?  Then you've got to decide what's important for what you
ultimately want," she said. " Most things, computers have to be part of
them."

Jason looked at her, lost. "Okay, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Um... I'm not sure, really. Just that--" She stopped, looking
uncertain. "I mean, isn't it a good thing to plan ahead?" she asked,
nibbling her bottom lip. "And act now based on what you want to reach
then?"

Jason opened his mouth, angry, but stopped at the timid look on her
face. It had clearly scared her to death to say that, and he felt his
anger draining away. "You're saying I don't plan ahead?" he asked.

Kylie took a nervous step back. "N-no. You just never mentioned
anything, so I was just asking."

"Wait," he said, reaching for her hand. "Sorry. I shouldn't have
gotten upset. I guess I just haven't thought about it...." He looked
thoughtful. "And I guess that would mean you were right, wouldn't it?"

"No, I'm sorry. It's none of my business," she said, watching him
nervously.

"Yes it is, if you're my girlfriend," he said. "You've got a right to
tell me if I'm making a mistake."

Kylie shook her head. "No, what you do with your life is your
business. I don't have a right to criticize things I don't know
anything about. I'm sorry."

Jason pulled her a little closer. "Kylie, you're one of the smartest
people I know. I care about what you think about me. So I'm asking --
do you think I'm making a mistake?"

She squeezed his hand, but wouldn't meet his eyes.

"I really want to know," he said, tilting her chin up with one hand.

She nodded once, quickly. "Yes... maybe... not a huge one, but... it
wouldn't hurt to think about it." Her voice got tighter with each
word.

He sighed. "Oh." He glanced down before looking back at
her. "Okay. I'll think about it. Thanks."

Kylie smiled with obvious relief before heading to her seat.

Class itself was uneventful. Chilly, of course. It was hard enough to
pay attention to start with, but watching his girlfriend's hard little
nipples jiggling every time she shivered made it impossible.

He figured it was a fair trade.

Kylie sprinted out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang, wrapping
her arms around herself and rubbing her upper arms. "Brr.... I take it
back. I'm almost ready to _cut_ that class for the rest of the week!"

Jason nodded. "Think we can get fur coats considered protective gear?"

"Doubt it," Kylie said, giggling. "Though I'd settle for an electric
blanket. I'm never going to be warm again."

Jason wiggled his eyebrows and wrapped his arms around her. "Maybe I
can warm you up."

She giggled again and leaned back against him before yelping. "Eep!
You're like an iceberg!"

"Mmm. Maybe not," he said. "Maybe we could step outside into the sun
for a couple of minutes before class?"

"It's almost tempting to provoke groping just for the body
heat.... Yeah, just for a second to thaw out," she said.

Unfortunately, a storm had rolled in while they were in class, and it
began to pour seconds after they stepped outside.

Jason sighed. "Figures."

Kylie laughed helplessly and dashed back inside, now _wet_ and
cold. When approached by a potential groper, she responded to his
request with, "Well, I don't know... are you warm?" thus confusing the
hell out of him. She actually sighed with pleasure as his warm hands
cupped her breasts, allowing her painfully hard nipples to relax.

"One more class and we're done," she said. "This has been the longest
day...." She frowned as she tossed her books back in her locker and
glanced in the mirror.

"Something wrong?" Jason asked.

She lightly touched the dark bruise that covered most of the left side
of her lower ribs. "This looks awful. My father is going to be mad."

"Mad? Why?" he asked.

She hesitated for just a second. "Because I got in a fight, of
course."

"You didn't start it, though."

Kylie shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I'm not supposed to
fight. It is not proper."

He was silent as they walked to class, not sure what to say. Finally,
he said, "Hey. _I_ think you did the right thing."

She looked at him in shock. "To _hurt_ someone?  You think that's the
right thing?"

"To defend yourself, yes," he said. "You didn't start it." He grinned
a little. "And I heard what you said. I just wish she'd understood
it."

Kylie blushed brightly. "Oh god!  I didn't think anyone heard that.
I'm so ashamed."

Jason grinned wider. "Don't be. I thought it was great."

"Jason, I'm not a violent person!" she said. "I should have just
ignored her... but I was so angry, and it was just too much and I
totally lost control of myself. It's _nothing_ to be proud of. I
could have really _hurt_ her."

He looked at her. "Kylie, yes, you could have. And she was trying to
hurt you. Look, you were not yourself. It was a hard morning, and we'd
just come out of one hell of an upsetting discussion. It's
understandable."

"Taking my problem out on other people?  Acting like a
rabid animal?  Not to me, it isn't," she said.

"Hey." He pulled her close. "It's okay. So maybe you made a mistake --
it's _nothing_ compared to the mistake I made this morning when I hurt
you."

Kylie nuzzled his chest. "You didn't know. You were just being
honest."

"I know," he said. "But it was still a mistake, and it still hurt
you. And if you don't want me to beat myself up over it, then you
shouldn't beat yourself up over yours."

Kylie looked somewhat skeptical, but hugged him, pulling him after her
into the classroom.

His friends started teasing him almost immediately. The large
cheerleaderish contingent of the class contented themselves with
spiteful whispers and nasty looks, for the most part, but one made a
point to have him stand and pose while she rubbed against him, to his
irritation.

When she failed to get the reaction she was looking for, she stepped
back and glared at him. "We didn't know you got into little girls,
Jason. When you're ready to play with grownup women again, let us
know."	She turned angrily and flounced back to her seat.

Jason smiled as he walked back to his seat. "Well, Sherry, if you'd
actually been doing it because you liked what you saw, instead of
trying to get at my girlfriend, I might have ended up asking you for
relief. But all you did was annoy me with your pettiness." He looked
at Kylie's little breasts, then at Sherry's. "And at least _her_ tits
don't point at the floor."

The guys laughed, and she turned red with rage and embarrassment. "Oh,
very amusing. You just wait... you _will_ need relief sometime, and
you're sure as hell not going to get anything out of that cold little
girl... or is it a boy?  It's so hard to tell at that age."

He glanced at Kylie and leaned over. "Mind me telling
them about the hand-job at lunch?" he whispered.

She trembled, fingernails digging into the desktop. She looked as if
she'd like nothing better than to run away. In fact... He could see
the panic build and break in her eyes, and she shrugged, standing up
quickly. "I'm... I'm going to run to the bathroom real quick," she
whispered.

Jason took her hands, whispering, "I won't tell them, then. It's
okay. _I_ know, and that's all that matters." He looked up at Sherry
and smirked. "Frankly, I'd rather wait all week for a hand-job from her
than get a blowjob from you. I don't like bitches," he said, tugging
Kylie down on his lap. "I'm quite happy with the girlfriend I have."

"How sweet," another of the girls said. "So you won't mind showing how
happy, then. We've got a couple of minutes before the bell rings, I
think you guys should put on a little show for us. I want to see if
you can make her pussy get wet without getting frostbite."

Jason whispered in Kylie's ear, "I think that would qualify as a
reasonable request, but I'm willing to refuse if you want. Or, if you
want, I can make you come and make her look _really_ bad. Up to you."

Kylie was trembling steadily, and pale. "We can't refuse," she
whispered. "It _is_ a reasonable request. I just... I hate performing
for _them_." Her voice dropped, so quiet he could barely hear
her. "I... I like you touching me."

He tilted her head up, looking in her eyes. "Don't do it for them,
then. Do it for me. Ignore them." He began slowly caressing her. "This
isn't about them, it's about us. I love making you come."

She looked up at him and nodded tensely. She tries to relax in his
arms, but the giggles and snickers coming from the other side of the
room made it nearly impossible for her.

He kissed her, softly, while he stroked her hair, his hand moving a
little further down each time until he was caressing her ass, working
his way around her thigh to stroke her stomach.

She shivered and closed her eyes, and her breathing sped up as he
nibbled on her lips, his hand dipping gradually lower. She sighed into
his mouth, and her legs fell apart, and he stroked her gently, his
fingers barely brushing her lips.

She whimpered quietly, arching against his hand, and he slipped his
other hand around, teasing her nipple as he let one finger slip
between her labia and brush her clit, causing her to moan out loud and
wriggle on his lap, her ass rubbing against his cock.

"Come for me," he whispered, and she stiffened, writhing on his lap,
pushing her body up against his hand. One arm was beneath his, curled
around and clinging to his shoulder, and the other was holding tightly
to the edge of the desk, giving her the leverage to arch her body.
Her nipples were hard, and her face was damp and flushed, and he
kissed her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth as his finger
circled her clit.

She screamed into his mouth, thrashing her hips, making his finger
slide down the slick, wet line of her cunt, slipping between the
swollen lips to brush against the tight little hole. She clamped her
legs closed on his hand, pushing against it hard with her pussy as her
whole body shook while she came.

"Jesus," one of the guys murmured, sounding almost reverent, "A
screamer... who woulda guessed?"

One of the girls, who had been quiet up to this point, said, "Well
Becky?	That looked like a wet pussy to _me_, and Jason looked
_quite_ warm. Happy?"

Becky's answer, if any, was forestalled by the teacher clearing her
throat. "Though I doubt anyone noticed, the bell rang several minutes
ago. So if you'll all take your seats... unless you need relief
Jason?	I don't think I need to ask Kylie... she's never been a greedy
child."

Kylie blushed bright red, and Jason whispered in her ear, "Up to
you. But I _won't_ be getting it from Sherry... unless you'd like me to
ask her for a blowjob, and pull out at the last second so it goes all
over her clothes."

"Wh-who would you?" she whispered back.

"I'd let you pick," he said.

She swallowed hard. "W-would I do?"

Jason blinked, looking stunned. "Hell yeah! I mean, I'd love for you
to, but I didn't think you were ready to in front of everybody... but
if you want to, go for it."

"I don't want to leave you like this... but... I don't think I could
w-watch." Her voice tightened to a squeak. "I was okay, m-mostly,
thinking about you in economics, but I c-can't watch. I'm sorry!"

"Okay," he said. "If you want to, go for it, other wise I'll deal or
jerk off. Up to you. And I didn't do anything in Econ."

"Oh!" Kylie said, and kissed him hard. "Why not?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Just didn't feel like it. So, um, do you
want to do anything? Or would you like me to jerk off?"

Kylie bit her lip, then stood, holding his hand and tugging him
towards the chair at the front of the classroom.

The classroom broke out in startled whispers. Sherry stage-whispered
loud enough for everyone to hear, "Shit, she must _really_ be jealous,
if she's willing to touch his dick with those little white virgin
hands just to keep someone else away from it."

"Jealous much, bitch?"	the little brunette who'd spoken up earlier,
asking if Becky was 'happy now', hissed at her.

Jason sat down and pulled Kylie close, kissing her gently. "You're
just jealous cause I'll never kiss _you_ like that," he said to
Sherry.

Kylie looked at him adoringly, gratitude plainly written on her face,
then folded slowly and gracefully to her knees.

Her hands trembled as she reached for him, and and for a split second,
she seemed on the edge of panic before she looked up at his face and
calmed, taking a deep breath. She wrapped both hands around his dick,
gently moving them up and down. Then, to his great surprise, she
bent forward and licked the head.

He sucked in an involuntary gasp, and she froze, eyes wide. "Wow," he
mouthed, and she sucked in a deep breath, shivering, and slowly calmed
enough to start moving again. She gradually relaxed, and bent forward
again, opening her mouth and taking the tip of his dick between her
lips, still caressing its length with her soft little hands.

"I'm close," he said, tightly.

Kylie shivered and closed her eyes tightly. She opened her mouth as
wide as she could, and sucked his cock inside, the size of it
stretching her jaw. Careful not to nick him, she slid further onto
his cock until it was pushing hard against the back of her throat, and
moved one hand down to play gently with his balls. She shivered almost
convulsively, her eyes squeezed shut, and forced her mouth down on his
cock, pressing the tip into her throat.

Jason reached out and brushed the back of his hand along Kylie's
cheek, gently. At his touch, her eyes flew open and she looked up at
him, the fear replaced with recognition. The hand on his cock
slid off to lovingly caress his hip as she swallowed and slid the
last inch down on his cock, her eyes never leaving his face.

He groaned, stunned, and came as she swallowed around his cock, eyes
locked on his face. She held on to his thigh as if for dear life, and
he stroked her cheek again.

She pulled off slowly, still watching him, her expression almost
guilty, and the silence in the classroom was finally broken by a guy
whispering, "Wow... I have *got* to get me a virgin!"

Jason swallowed, slowly, twice, then pulled her up. He kissed her,
softly, almost tenderly before saying, "Damn. You're better than
Mike."

She blinked at him, then blushed, smiling shyly. The room burst into
laughter and spontaneous applause by everyone but the few bitches in
their corner.

Jason looked over at the guy who spoke. "Actually, I think it's a
matter of _which_ virgin it is. And since she's taken and monogamous,
I guess you're out of luck." He kissed her again.

"Hey, you can't expect her not to play if you still do!" somebody
protested.

Jason grinned. "I don't. She's free to do whatever she wants. But I'm
not going to _make_ her...."

Kylie blushed even brighter and made a dash for the safety of a seat
in the back corner, on the far side of the filing cabinet from the
catty bitches, pulling her feet up up in the seat with her and leaning
against the side of the filing closet. She seemed to spend the rest of
the period lost in thought, listening to the lecture and taking notes,
but not speaking up about anything.

Jason kept catching the teacher looking at her with a thoughtful frown
throughout the class, and Kylie glanced at him several times with a
mixture of what looked like guilt and fear. He waited for a chance,
then leaned over to Kylie. "That was really wonderful. Thank you."

She peeked up at him and smiled shyly, but a trace of guilt lurked in
her eyes.

"Remember," he whispered. "Nothing will ever make me think less of
you."

She looked at him for a moment, lips trembling, poised on the edge of
saying something, but shook her head and looked away, eyes shiny.

He sighed and sat back up, noticing the teacher's thoughtful look. The
class seemed to drag and drag. Kylie stayed quiet, and, somewhat
strangely, so did everyone else. Finally the bell rang, and she
gathered her books up somewhat tiredly. When Jason picked them up to
carry them, she smiled at him. "Don't you have practice today?"

"Yeah, but I've got time," he said.

Kylie stopped at her locker, getting her book-bag and clothes. She
hesitated at the door of the school, peeking out as if trying to do so
without being seen. A look of relief crossed her face, and she pushed
the door open and practically jogged down the stairs towards the
dressing area.

She let Jason 'help' her dress at first, giggling, but finally
insisted on actually getting dressed. "Be good, you'll make me late."

She finished dressing and pulled her hair out of her shirt,
straightening her collar. "There."  She smiled at him, a bit
awkwardly. "Um, I've got to go now."

"Want me to walk you home?"

"Don't you have to be at practice?" she asked. "I don't want to get
you in trouble."

"I've got time," he said.

She smiled at him gratefully. "It's not far. I would really
appreciate the company, at least this week."

"Want me to carry that?" he asked, as she slung her backpack over her
shoulder.

"I've got it," she said, smiling.

Her house was only a few blocks away. Kylie's footsteps slowed as
they approached it, and as they turned the last corner, she slipped her
hand out of his.

He looked at her, seeing how nervous she was, and decided not to
push. "Can I have a good-bye kiss before I head back to practice?"

She smiled shyly and stepped around him, and incidentally back around
the corner, tilting her head up and rising up as high as she could on
her tiptoes.

Jason bent down and kissed her, softly, letting her control the
kiss. It was hungry, almost desperate feeling, as if she was afraid it
was the last one she'd ever have.

He kissed her just as passionately, gently stroking her hair. When he
finally pulled back, he looked into her eyes. "Here." He handed her a
piece of paper with his number on it. "I just want you to remember
that _nothing_ will make me not like you, okay?"

She looked at him with soft eyes. "Jason...." She reached up and
brushed his cheek, then shrugged off her backpack and carefully hid
the slip of paper in the cover of her math book.

Jason squeezed her shoulder. "Kylie..." He hesitated, changing his
mind at the last moment. "I've got to get to practice."

"Okay," she said quietly. "I'll see you tomorrow. Jason... don't
worry."

He gave her a half-hearted smile. "Kylie, I can't not worry. But I'll
live."

Kylie reached out to touch his hand one more time, then turned and
darted around the corner, practically running up the stairs to the
door.

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