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Subject: {ASSM} Jason and Kylie, Naked in School 7 (mf mff mfm rom exhib orgy ws anal caution)
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Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2006 22:10:03 -0400
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Jason watched the car drive away, disturbed. He still couldn't put his
finger on it... no, that wasn't right. He could. He just didn't want
to. And he didn't have any _proof_.

Not yet, anyway.

But the way her father talked, the way she reacted to him, the fact
that he hadn't wanted her to dress... Jason's mind shied away from the
thought, but he couldn't escape it.

He decided to go to the dojo; maybe his sensei would be there, and he
could talk to him. Carefully, of course, making no accusations, but...

His old sensei had been big on not misusing the skills gained from
practicing jujitsu, and he suspected that his new one was even more
strict. But he was pretty sure that he wouldn't object if Jason
'accidentally' broke a few bones, if what he suspected was correct.

Unfortunately, when he got to the dojo his sensei wasn't there. To his
surprise, however, Kylie's chemistry teacher was, going through solo
katas. Jason watched him as he began his own katas, using perhaps a
bit more force than strictly necessary.

The older man's movements were smooth and fast, but unpracticed and a
bit unorthodox, as if he were trying to pick up a new form. He
finished his workout and watched Jason for a minute, nodding
approvingly. 

"Good style," he said. "I'm trying to learn this one. Want a sparring
partner for a bit?"

Jason nodded. "Sure."

They sparred in rather companionable silence for a few minutes, and
Jason was kept on his toes; the older man was not as good at jujitsu
as Jason, but his responses were unpredictable and incorporated moves
Jason had never seen before. 

After a fairly hard throw, he crouched down beside Jason on the
mat. "Worked out enough of that aggression yet, or should we toss each
other around some more?" he asked.

Jason rolled onto his back. "I think I'm okay now. Thanks."

"So. Want to talk about it?"

Jason hesitated, then shook his head. "I don't -- there's nothing I
can prove. Just a bad feeling."

The older man raised an eyebrow. "Science can't explain
everything. Human intuition is a particularly inexplicable thing, but
no one would dare say it doesn't exist."

Jason nodded. "You know Kylie well?"

"One of the best students this school has ever seen. Brilliant girl,
has an instinctive grasp of mathematics I would have killed for back in
college." There was a touch of defensiveness to his tone.

Jason nodded again. "I can believe it. So what's she so scared of?"

Dr. Rourk frowned thoughtfully. "I went to school with her mother, you
know."

"Really?"

He nodded slowly. "Really. Dohna was a beautiful woman. Amazingly
talented artist, too. A touch reserved, but not afraid of anyone or
anything."

"Kylie's certainly scared of something," Jason said.

"She hooked up with Jeb while we were all in college. I don't know the
details, but a year after they were married, Kylie was born, and three
months later, Dohna and the baby were on a plane to Tibet to live with
Dohna's grandparents. Tibet is a different place. Quieter. Calmer than
here. It's easy to forget that Kylie wasn't raised here. Her English
is impeccable."

Jason nodded. "She said they refused to put her in Honors English
because it's not her first language. That's bullshit." He blushed a
bit. "Um, sorry."

"No, don't be," Rourk said. "It _is_ bullshit. My wife agrees
completely. I think they're just too intimidated to admit that this
little slip of a girl speaks not only English fluently, but also
Tibetan and Chinese. They can't speak three languages, so obviously
she can't be that good at it."

"Would it help if my dad pushed for them to put her where she
belongs?" Jason asked.

"Probably not," Rourk said. "Mandy's giving her the same
course work she'd have in Honors, though, and the same tests and some
other extra attention. When she _is_ placed in the proper class next
semester, she intends to show them the test grades and insist Kylie be
credited with having taken the Honors course."

He looked at Jason oddly. "I wouldn't think you'd be all that
concerned about it. My wife is under the impression that your opinion
of Literature is as a nice sedative for your afternoon nap."

Jason shrugged. "She's a nice girl. And...." He hesitated, visibly
struggling. "I think there's something wrong."

Dr. Rourk's face went blank. "Yes, I think it's obvious that something
is wrong. But the question of what is wrong should be treated
carefully."

Jason nodded. "Like I said, there's nothing I can prove. But..." He
relaxed, deciding to go for broke. "I met her father this afternoon."

The man's face became even more unreadable. "I imagine he liked
you. Jeb was always a big football fan. Went to college on an athletic
scholarship."

"I think he did," Jason said. "At least, he liked me enough to let me
put her clothes back on her so that I could write that report for your
wife's class. He was in a hurry."

Rourk frowned ever so slightly. "He always was. Very impatient sort of
man."

"He seemed awfully concerned about Kylie needing to 'loosen
up'. Blamed her fear on her mother."

Dr. Rourk snorted, then looked slightly embarrassed before
recovering. "Divorcees are often hostile to the other, particularly if
it was a traumatic break. Dohna was never afraid of anyone or
anything, and had no need whatsoever to 'loosen up'."

"I know that Kylie seems to be scared of certain people, mostly guys,"
Jason said.

Rourk nodded slowly. "Yes. That's obvious, too. It could just be her
size. She is little enough to be intimidated by most guys. She didn't
have any problems with her lab partner today." He frowned
again. "Though by god I'm getting her a real cover-up for Wednesday. A
hole in someone's clothes because something splashed outside the apron
is one thing, a hole in their skin is another. If the Program managers
don't like it they can take it up with _me_."

Jason nodded. "Well, I think that'd be considered 'necessary
protective gear'." He hesitated again, trying to pick his words
carefully. "Seems to be mostly older guys, for some reason."

"Your father mentioned that to me at lunch."

"Guys my age don't seem to bother her, as long as they're... I
dunno. Careful? Nice?"

"Respectful?" Rourk suggested.

Jason thought about it for a moment. "Yeah. That works."

"Hmm. Don't know what to tell you," Dr. Rourk said. "Except that
you're not the only one who's noticed and is keeping an eye
out. Though you might be the only one in a position to find out
exactly what is troubling her." He hesitated a bit, then went
on. "From what I've heard, she seems to be more than a bit comfortable
with you in particular."

"Huh," Jason said. "I'm not sure why, though."

Rourk smiled. "She probably sees you as a fellow victim. Though
according to the rumor mill, you're about as victimized as Khubla
Khan."

Jason grinned. "Hey, it's fun."

Rourk shook his head. "If you say so. I'll admit to having some
reservations about the Program. A parent's signature should _not_ be
the only qualification for entrance. But I know it's good for a lot of
kids."

"Yeah, it is," Jason nodded. "I don't think they ought to force
people, but for those who are just a little shy, well...."

Dr. Rourk glanced at his watch. "Welp, my wife will come drag me home
by my hair if I don't depart on my own. Can't afford to lose any more
of _that_. I'd be happy to spar with you anytime, by the way. That was
a nice workout."

"Thanks," Jason said, grinning. "I'll take you up on that."

"I'm probably going to be here most Monday afternoons for a while,"
Rourk said. He gathered up his clothes and headed for the door. "See
you tomorrow."

"See you," Jason said. He gathered up his own clothes and headed home.

#

Jason's father had gotten home first, and dinner was waiting -- a
microwaved pizza. He wasn't the talkative type, really, but he gave it
a try anyway.

"So, how was your day?"

"Pretty cool, mostly," Jason said. "I feel kinda sorry for Kylie,
though."

His father looked uncomfortable for a moment, then finally gave up and
asked, "Yeah. What's up with that, anyway?"

Jason sighed. "I don't know, Dad, I really don't. Except... well, I
can't prove anything, just a gut feeling, but I met her
dad. He... ugh."

"Oh?"

Jason shook his head. "Like I said, nothing I can prove, but... he
makes my skin crawl. There's something... not quite right about how he
acts about Kylie."

"Well, he wasn't part of her life growing up, and he never had any
other children," his father said. "It might just be that he doesn't
know how to deal with a teenage daughter?"

"Not like that," Jason said. "And... have you noticed how Kylie is
scared of older guys? I mean, nothing I can really point to, but... it
doesn't feel right. He seemed _too_ interested in her losing her
virginity."

Mike frowned. "Mmm. I did notice that. I'll admit it kinda threw me to
have a pretty little thing so obviously scared of me... not
flattering... but I didn't really think further than that. That's a
pretty serious accusation you're thinking of there, though."

Jason shook his head. "Uh-uh. Not making any
accusations. Just... keeping an eye out for things that aren't right."

"Probably not a bad idea," his father said. "Just don't be too
hasty. It might just be that she really _is_ that shy. She's not from
around here, you know. Or did you?"

"Tibet," Jason said, nodding.

"Strange place, Tibet. Very unique culture. Just now recovering from
some serious oppression since the breakup of Communist China. Hard to
say what sort of attitudes she may have been raised with."

"Yeah," Jason said. "She seems really monogamous."

His father laughed. "Son, that's not _that_ uncommon. Especially if
you look at people a bit older than you lucky guys."

"I still think it's kinda... I dunno. Weird. She got kinda freaked out
by me letting Mike give me a blowjob. Couldn't believe I'd do it,
since I'm straight."

Mike blinked. "Well, son, _you're_ a bit unusual in that way. It's a
_good_ way, mind, but a lot of guys are hung up about that sort of
thing."

Jason shrugged. "Well, I'll say this much: it's a damned shame he's
not a girl. I have _never_ had one that good."

"Well, you know what they say about bi-girls," his father said,
laughing. "I guess it applies to guys, too."

"I got his phone number," Jason said. "To give to girls. He says that
half his dates with girls are them wanting to learn how."

"I can believe that," Mike said. "You don't see him in a real class, I
don't think, but I've never seen such a flirt as that boy is in
American Civ."

Jason chuckled. "Well, if he was a girl, I'd just give him a key. And
if he's as good with girls as he is with guys, I'll guarantee he only
stays home when he wants to."

The conversation drifted from there, wandering into more 'normal'
topics, but just before Jason went to his room for the night, his
father stopped him.

"Hey, I shoulda asked, even if I thought I knew the answer... but you
_are_ okay with this program thing, right? Feelin' kinda guilty here
for signing you up without talking to you first."

Jason laughed. "Dad, I got a blowjob from Christi in class today. Like
I'm going to complain?"

Mike smiled, relieved. "Just checking. I thought you'd be okay with
it."

"Oh, yeah. And tomorrow we're in the girls' locker room!"

"Have fun," his father said.

"I plan to!"

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