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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Jason and Kylie, Naked in School 17 (mf mff mfm rom exhib orgy ws anal caution)
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Date: Sun, 01 Apr 2007 10:10:03 -0400
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John peeked in the door, catching Jason's eye, and held up a pair of loose
shorts. "To sleep in, if you want," he said, quietly. "Guest room... _her_
room... is down the hall to the left. I left the lamp on and the door
open."

Jason looked at the shorts and nodded. "I don't usually, but I probably
should tonight." He stood up, lifting Kylie in his arms, and carried her
down the hall into a large room decorated in shades of blue and green. A
queen-sized four-poster bed dominated one side of the room, a dresser on
one wall, and a set of bookshelves on the third, with a small desk set into
a clear space in the center of the shelves. Next to the dresser an open
door revealed a private bathroom, and on the bed was a selection of
nightgowns, oversized t-shirts, and pajamas.

Jason set her carefully down on the edge of the bed, kneeling beside her.
"What do you want?" he asked, motioning to the clothing.

Kylie blinked sleepily, not understanding the question for a moment. "Oh!"
she finally answered, sounding surprised. "Um. Ooooh... how pretty... can I
have that one?" She hesitantly pointed to a lacy white spaghetti-strap
nightgown.

Jason nodded and picked it up, then stopped, unsure. "Um... do you want me
to go in the other room while you put it on?"

"Why?" asked Kylie, blinking. "You undressed me this morning."

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" he said, feeling foolish. "I... guess I just
assumed...."

"Jason," Kylie said, touching his arm with one small hand, "I could never
be afraid of _you."_

"Thanks," he said, softly. "I just don't want to... to do anything that
makes you think of _him."_

Kylie reached out, taking his hand, and held it against her cheek as he
moved so that he was directly in front of her. Leaning forward, she kissed
him gently. "_He_ never offered me a nightgown," she said, quietly.

"Then you get a nightgown," Jason said, smiling, as he reached out and
tenderly tugged her shirt up over her head, leaning forward to kiss her
stomach.

Her breath faltered, just a bit, but she raised her arms, allowing him to
pull the shirt over her head. He unfastened the torn bra, laying it aside,
and gently, tenderly, kissed each nipple.

"I love you," he said, softly, looking into her eyes. She trembled, trying
to smile, but her hands were making fists in the bed-covers. "We're not
going to do anything tonight, love. Just sleep, holding each other."

"Jason, if... if you want... you're different...." she said.

"I want." Jason waited just a beat. "I want you to feel safe. I want you to
be happy. That's all that matters. Remember what I said about sex not being
the important thing? This is what I meant. I don't _need_ to do anything
with you, as long as I can hold you."

Kylie swallowed hard, her eyes filling with tears, and whispered, "I love
you."

"Thank you," he said, swallowing.

She stood, trembling, her hands poised at the zipper of her skirt, and he
looked up into her eyes.

"Would you like me to?" he asked, and she nodded.

"Please," she whispered.

He reached for the zipper, tugging it down, and let the skirt fall to the
floor. She shivered, standing in front of him in tiny, white satin panties,
her hands holding tightly to his shoulders.

Jason placed his hands on her hips, just above her panties. "Do you want
these on or off?"

She hesitated for a long moment. "O-off. I don't want anything of his
touching me, ever again."

"All right," he said, pulling them down. "There you go." He looked at her
for a moment, thinking, putting some of the things he'd learned in his
psych classes together. "Do you want to take a shower? To kind of... finish
it?"

Kylie nibbled on her lower lip, and despite his worry he couldn't help but
think how adorable it was. "Stay with me?"

"If you want, of course," he said, nodding. "But...." He shifted
uncomfortably. "I'm trying real hard not to assume, okay? I don't want
to... to force you at all."

"Jason... you _can't_ force me. I would do anything you want willingly,
unless you ask me to leave you."

Jason bit his lip. "I don't-- I don't want you to do things just because I
want them. I want you to do them because _you_ want them."

"A-all I want is to be with you," Kylie said. "Just don't leave me. I-- I
can't stand to be alone tonight."

Jason took her hand and stood, gently pulling her up. "Do you want to
undress me?" he asked, as he led her to the bathroom and started the shower
running. "Or do you want me to undress myself?"

Kylie blushed, looking at the floor. "You, please." She avoided looking at
him below the waist, but didn't seem noticeably more nervous, even when he
stepped into the shower and held out his hand for her.

She took his hand, stepping in next to him, and he held her close for a
moment before reaching for the soap. She sighed in pleasure, relaxing
against him, as he began to gently wash her, caressing her as he did.

"Mmm. Warm. Wonderful," she said, her eyes closed, and he smiled as he
finished up her back. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if she'd want to
do her front herself, but she simply turned around and leaned back against
him.

When he hesitated again after doing the front of her shoulders, she leaned
her head back and opened her eyes.

"Jason, it's all right," she said. "You don't know how different--" She
broke off, shaking her head. "It's all right," she said again.

He moved his hands lower, soaping the upper curve of her breast. "I just--"
He swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat. "I couldn't stand it if
I did something to remind you of...."

Kylie closed her eyes, relaxing against him again. "My love... there's no
way _not_ to remind me of... it. It was... _he_ was... my entire life for
the past three years. Every moment of every day was owned by him. I can't
forget that. But...." She turned in his arms suddenly, stretching up to
press against him and wrap her arms around him. "But you're not him.
Just... stay with me. Touch me, talk to me, so I know you're here, you're
_you_."

He nodded. "I'll do that." He ran his hands down her back, over the curves
of her ass. "I... I said we didn't have to do anything. I just assumed...
if you _want_ to, if it would make you feel better, we can."

She peeked up at him, shyly, then quickly looked down. "I... I don't know.
I won't lie to you. The thought frightens me. But... I don't _want_ to be
frightened of you. And I know I shouldn't be. I know you won't hurt me."

"We don't have to do _anything_," he said. "I just... I didn't want you to
think I didn't want to." He stopped, thinking for a moment. "I'm assuming
that he never did anything to... to please you. Would you like me to?"

She smiled, looking back up at him. "I didn't know it was _possible_ to
please me until you did it, Jason. I thought... I thought he'd damaged me
somehow, and I'd never feel anything but pain...." Her voice trailed off in
a whisper.

He couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. "Well, I'd say we
disproved that theory rather spectacularly today."

Kylie blushed bright red. "Yesterday," she corrected.

He blinked, lost for a moment, then remembered the scene in the gym.
"Point," he said, laughing. "I was referring to how Sherry's snarky little
request backfired on her, though."

She managed to blush even brighter. "Oh, god, Jason... I love you, I love
you so much... but I don't understand how you can stand for people like
_that_ to touch you, much less enjoy it!"

One corner of his mouth quirked. "I'll tell you a secret-- I don't _do_
things with people like that, not if I know they're like that. I had
sort-of kind-of had a date to go to the party with Sherry after the game
next week, but even if you decided you never wanted to see me again
tomorrow it wouldn't happen. I don't want to be with someone like that.
Luckily for me, most girls aren't."

At her skeptical look, he nodded. "Really. They might go along with her,
but you saw how people reacted after I made you come-- and you saw how
pretty much nobody was on her side after that blowjob." He hesitated for a
moment, then continued. "And I'll tell you something else-- you might find
that once she finds out what happened to you that she changes her whole
attitude. She might not, she might just be that much of a bitch, but then
again she might feel like shit for how she treated you."

Kylie shuddered. "I'm scared of that... of what people will say about me,
how they'll treat me when they know. I'm scared of what they'll say about
_you_ for staying with me."

"Kylie, frankly, I don't give a shit. People like that, I don't need them.
They can fuck off."

She looked up at him worriedly, the water streaming off of her hair and
down her cheeks. "You don't know what it's like... you've never been
treated like that. It hurts, Jason. I don't want to hurt you."

Jason shook his head. "I mean it, Kylie. I really don't care. Doesn't
matter what they say, I know I'm a good quarterback. I know I'm good at
jujitsu." He hesitated, then said, reluctantly, "Maybe I should pay more
attention in class, but I still do okay there, too. So fuck anyone who's
shallow enough to have a problem. There's enough good people that we don't
need them-- people like Teri, or Jaime, or Steve."

Kylie stepped away from him, turning her back, and reached for the soap
with trembling hands. "Even... even good people can turn on you. I _know_."

"My dad won't. Your dad won't." He reached for her, and she stood her
ground for a second, then turned and wrapped her arms around him. "Mrs.
Rourke won't. We'll be fine, love." He paused, looking for the right words
for what he wanted to say. "I do think it would be a mistake to try to hide
what happened. It _would_ get out, and someone would try to use it against
you. But if _you_ talk about it, if you walk out there with your head held
high and say, 'Yes, this happened, and I'm not ashamed, because I didn't do
anything wrong', then they don't have any ammunition."

"I don't know if I can do that. No... I know I can't. I _am_ ashamed,
Jason. I am!" She leaned her head against his chest, her tears mixing with
the warm water.

"Why, Kylie?" he asked, gently stroking her hair. "You didn't do anything
wrong. You didn't have a choice."

"I could have resisted more," she said. "I could have tried harder to stay
out of his way. I c-could have run away, but I was too s-scared!"

Jason shook his head, rubbing her back gently. "No. If you'd resisted or
tried to stay out of his way, he'd have just hurt you more. You could have
run away, but do you know what happens to most girls who run away? They end
up being caught by pimps and forced to prostitute themselves, and that
would have been worse than what you _did_ have to do." He paused, tilting
her chin up with a finger so that she was looking at him. "And I'd have
never gotten to meet you."

Kylie shivered. "He would have found me. He swore he'd find me, and not
tell anyone he did, and-- and th-then take his t-t-time killing me."

"Then I think you did the right thing not running away," he said. "Look at
me, love. Do you trust me?"

She nodded, shivering even in the warm water, her teeth starting to
chatter. "Y-yes."

"I'm not ashamed of you," he said firmly. "I'm proud of you for managing to
be a straight-A student even in that kind of hell. Can you not be ashamed
of yourself, for me?"

"I had to make straight As. I had to get out somehow. If— if I had a
scholarship, somewhere to go, somewhere _far_ away... it was the only way."
Her voice was distant, as if she were talking about someone else. "I... I
don't know. I wish I could, but I don't know _how_. All I know how to be is
ashamed," she finished softly, almost inaudibly.

Jason looked down at her, stroking her hair. "Then every time you start to
be ashamed, think of me, and how proud I am of you. And consider this: you
might not be the only abused girl in the school. Telling your story might
give some _other_ girl the strength to step forward."

"I-- I never thought of that. I never...." She looked up at him in horror.
"I never thought that I might not be the only one. I don't know why... it
seems so selfish...."

Jason shook his head, turning her around so that he could wash her stomach.
"Not selfish. You just didn't have a chance to step back and look at it."
He hummed thoughtfully. "You remember the girl in psych that said that a
girl who really wanted it but said no should get it anyway? What'll happen
if you get up in front of the class and tell her what would have happened
if someone did that to you? Think she'll think like that anymore?"

Kylie shivered violently. "I understand what you mean. But I'm just not
that brave."

"I think you are," he said. "But I'll be right there with you, if you want.
Right beside you."

"I'll think about it," she whispered. "I don't know that I ever can, but...
if I could help someone like me... I'll think about it."

Jason knelt down, washing her legs. "You don't have to. But... it might
help you, too. Remember, I'll be with you. You can lean on me, if you need
to; I'll hold you up. I promise." He looked up at her. "I promise."

Kylie did lean on him, wrapping her arms around his head and pressing it
into her stomach as she bent over, trembling. He ran his hands up and down
her legs, finally resting them on her ass, and she drew back and looked
down at him.

"Let's get out and get dry, love," she said, and he grinned.

"Want me to wash your hair first?" he asked.

She nodded shyly, and he stood, taking the shampoo and working it through
her hair, very gently washing it, then rinsing and conditioning it, as she
stood there, eyes closed, her face relaxed.

"There you go, love," he said, after rinsing the last of the conditioner
out.

"You're really, really good at that," she said, smiling up at him.

"Thanks." He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. "Let me dry you
off?"

She stepped hesitantly out of the shower, standing in front of him, and he
rubbed her dry, following the towel with little kisses, until she tugged
the towel away from him. "Now you," she said.

"Okay," he said, standing, and she giggled, looking up at him.

"Hmm," she said, and crawled up to stand on the toilet seat. "There. Now I
can reach all of you."

She dried him, the towel moving slower and slower. She grew quieter, her
face more serious, and when she got down and moved in front of him, she
watched her fingers trail over his hard, muscular stomach. Her breath
caught in her throat, and she looked up at him, her lips slightly parted.

"I love you," he said, reaching out to stroke her cheek with his fingers.

Kylie reached up and curled her hand around his neck, tugging his head down
towards hers. "I love you too," she said, and kissed him, letting the towel
fall to the floor between them and slipping her other hand up to join the
first.

Jason pulled her close, reveling in the feeling of her body next to his,
and she shivered, her legs going weak. He slid his hands behind her thighs,
pulling her tightly to him, lifting her. She gasped, locking her hands
around his neck, clinging to him, pressing her lips to his chest, little
kisses, as he carried her to the bed.

He held her with one hand, easily, as he turned back the covers with the
other. "Do you want your nightgown?"

She hesitated, then shook her head. "I haven't had one since my mother
died," she said. "But... I want to feel you next to me, touching me. I
don't want anything between us."

"Okay, love," he said, as he very carefully lowered her into the bed. "Do
you want me to turn the light out?"

"Yes, but... talk to me when you do?" she pleaded.

He nodded, walking over to the switch. "I really do love you," he said, as
he flipped the light out. "I don't understand it, and it really does scare
me, because..." He took a deep breath. "You could hurt me, you know. Just
as easy as I could hurt you. And that's scary." He crawled into the bed
beside her. "But it feels good, too, somehow."

Hesitant fingers brushed his side. "I would rather die than hurt you," she
whispered.

He caught the hand, slipping his fingers through hers, lifting her hand to
his lips. "I know. But I wanted you to know...." He slid his other hand
around her waist, holding her close.

She molded her body to his, trying to fit as tightly to him as she could,
as he stroked her hair. After a while, she spoke.

"Jason?"

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Have you ever done _this_ with anyone else? Stayed with them and held them
all night?" Her voice was small, almost frightened.

"Once or twice, with really good friends. But...." He stopped, trying to
put the difference into words. "It didn't feel like this. I'm not sure...
before your mother died, did you ever have your friends sleep over on a
weekend?"

He could feel her shake her head. "I didn't have many friends back home. I
was... different, and they thought my mother was insane. Mostly, I played
by myself."

"Oh. Um, well... imagine what it would feel like to be laying next to Teri,
if you were attracted to girls," he said. "I think that's a pretty good
example of what it felt like. This is... different. I'm not sure how to
explain it."

She hugged him tightly for a moment. "Would... would you not do it again?"
she whispered, shivering. "Please?"

"Sure," he answered, not hesitating. "No problem."

She relaxed instantly. "Thank you," she whispered, laying her head on his
chest, falling silent. Her breathing grew deep and even, and before long he
followed her into sleep.

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