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Subject: {ASSM} Jason and Kylie, Naked in School 8 (mf mff mfm rom exhib orgy ws anal caution)
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Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2006 09:10:04 -0400
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given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
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The next morning, Kylie arrived just a couple of minutes after he
did. She looked like she could have reasonably gotten away with calling
in sick, with dark circles under her eyes and a distinct lack of
energy in her step.

"Hey -- you okay?" Jason asked.

"Didn't sleep very well," Kylie said. "I think I'm going to pass out
on my piccolo."

"Probably want to avoid that. Ready to get naked?" he asked.

"Of course not. But there's no avoiding it, anyway."

"Anything I can do to help?" he asked, ignoring the suggestions from
the waiting audience.

Kylie shivered and shook her head. "I'll get over it. I'd better."

"You sure?" Jason asked. "Would it be easier if I undressed you?"

Kylie blushed as the crowd shouted their delighted approval. "Um. I
don't know...."

Jason rested his hands on her shoulders. "Do you trust me?"

She swallowed hard, then nodded quickly.

"Okay. Look at me," Jason said. "Don't pay any attention to anything
else, just me." He began to undress her, carefully, moving slowly so
that she knew where his hands were, and where they were going, at all
times. "I'm not going to hurt you." He slipped her blouse off of her
shoulders. "You're okay."

Kylie started to shake, but took a deep breath, and kept her eyes on
his face.

"You're safe," he said, kneeling down to unzip her skirt. "I'm not
going to hurt you."

She put her hands on his shoulders for balance as she stepped out of
her skirt, leaning forward so that the smooth skin of her stomach
brushed his forehead. He automatically placed a light kiss on the skin
under his lips, pulling back when she gasped but still noticing the
way her stomach rippled as she shivered.

"Sorry," he said. "Force of habit."

"It's okay," she said, looking at him oddly, and her fingers tightened
slightly on his shoulders.

He smiled, reaching up to tug her panties down, and she shivered
again, tensing slightly before stepping out of them. He leaned forward
to kiss her clit, but stopped himself just as she caught her breath.

He looked up at her, wondering whether she _wanted_ him to kiss it,
and leaned forward, keeping eye contact. She licked her lips, taking a
deep breath, but made no motion to stop him, and when his lips brushed
her clit her eyes flew wide and she gasped, hands squeezing his
shoulders tightly before she stepped back, blushing, to the applause
of the crowd.

Jason grinned at her, then stood. "Okay, now you undress me."

Kylie blushed at the wolf-whistles and hoots of encouragement, as if
she'd forgotten that the crowd was there, and whispered, "Okay," as
she reached for him hesitantly.

She tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and half-way up
his stomach, hands shaking, then stepped forward to push it up
further, inadvertently pressing up against him as she tried
unsuccessfully to reach up and around his shoulders to pull it over
his head. She stepped back quickly when her nipples brushed his
chest. "Um."

The crowd laughed, someone calling "Get a step ladder!", and Jason
grinned, pulling the shirt over his head.

"I didn't think about that," he said.

Kylie swallowed hard, looking at the ground, and one of his teammates
said, "Shoulda just picked her up. Taking it off yourself is
cheating."

"Damn," Jason said, shaking his head. "I didn't think of that. Maybe
next time." He squeezed Kylie's shoulder gently.

She bit her lip for a moment, then reached for his jeans. For a
second, she fought with them, apparently attempting to unfasten them
without accidentally touching the skin beneath, but they were tight
enough that this was a hopeless thing.

Finally, she gave up, and slipped her little fingers in the waistband,
pulling it out enough to unfasten the button, the back of her hand
pressed against his stomach.

His erection was impossible for her to miss as she drew the zipper
down along it, and her cheeks were flaming red as she had to get down
on her knees to peel the tight jeans down his thighs.

She stood up as he stepped out of them, the front of her body brushing
along him, and her hands shook as she reached for the waistband of his
underwear. The elastic hung on the head of his cock, not sliding down
smoothly.

"Easy," he whispered. Her breathing was fast and ragged, and he could
see her heartbeat jiggling her breasts.

She nodded, and carefully tugged the waistband, easing it over the
head of his cock. It stuck on the way down, the elastic having too
much friction against the outward pressure of his erection, and she
stopped, not wanting to hurt him but not sure how to avoid it.

"Just pull out the elastic and push it in a little," he whispered. 

Her stomach muscles tightened, and she gave a tiny nod. Running her
finger beneath the elastic, she slid it between the band and his cock,
tugging the fabric with her other hand while she pressed him back with
the first.

Someone in the crowd muttered, "Is it just me, or is it seriously
hotter when it's a virgin?", and Jason frowned, making a note to watch
for the people making such comments.

Kylie froze, her eyes locked on his face. "Did I hurt you?"

Jason shook his head, saying quietly enough that only she could hear
him, "No, I was annoyed by that idiot."

She looked at him, obviously puzzled, and he realized that she hadn't
heard a thing. Then she smiled quickly, nervously, and looked
down, realized what she was looking at, and closed her eyes. She
licked her lips and returned to the job at hand, sliding the tight
band the rest of the way down and off, kneeling down to remove them,
not realizing that her hair slid along his cock as she did so.

She opened her eyes and froze, seeing his cock just inches from her
face. She stood up and backed away, very slowly, her eyes never
leaving it until the first bell rang and she jumped, startled, her
eyes sliding up to Jason's face. A lot of the tension seemed to leave
her, and she blinked and shook her head a little, as if shaking off an
unpleasant daydream.

Jason grinned at her. "Want me to walk you to class?"

"Oh! Um, you better not. You'll be late."

"So?" Jason shrugged.

Kylie looked at him, scandalized. "You can't just be late all the
time!"

Jason shrugged again. "Those your books?"

"I'm just dumping them in my locker," she said. "My pipe's already at
the band-hall."

"Okay. Shall we?" he asked.

Kylie shook her head, smiling. "I shouldn't... but I don't want to
walk out there by myself."

"C'mon, then."

#

The band-hall was across the student parking lot, a separate building
from the rest of the school. The easiest way to get to it was to
thread their way through the various cars and huge-ass trucks across
the gravel parking lot, many of which were taller than Kylie.

"Was it easier?" Jason asked as they walked.

"Um, I guess so," she replied. "It was easier to ignore being watched,
anyway."

"Glad I could help, then," Jason said, grinning. "I hope undressing me
wasn't too hard."

Kylie blushed furiously. "Sorry!"

"About what?" he asked, puzzled.

"I didn't mean to, um... I never... ohhhhhh!"

"You didn't mean to what?"

"To, um, bother you," she said.

"Bother me how?" Jason asked, _really_ puzzled now.

"You... I... Never mind!"

Jason looked at her, "No, really -- I want to know. You didn't bother
me at all."

Kylie squeezed her eyes closed and nearly ran into a parked car. She
stopped, leaning against the hood, and put her hands over her face. "I
think talking about these things is almost worse than being naked!"

"Um, Kylie, are you okay?" he asked.

"No! I'm embarrassed! And I did it to myself!" she said.

"Okay. I'm totally lost here."

She shook her head. "You didn't do anything. I'm just confused."

"Okay," Jason said. "Well, why did you think you'd bothered me?"

"Your... reaction."

"Oh!" he said. "No, I wasn't frowning at you. Somebody said something
stupid."

Kylie wouldn't look at him. "That's not what I meant," she mumbled.

"Oh -- you mean my hard-on?" he asked.

She moaned inarticulately, and he said, "Kylie, look at me."

"I can't," she mumbled.

"Sure you can. C'mon, look at me."

"Please, please, I can't. I'm so embarrassed," she said.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about. Really. Look at me."

She peeked up at him from behind her hair.

"Kylie, the fact that you gave me a hard-on is a _compliment_, okay?
It means I think you're beautiful and sexy. There's nothing to
apologize for -- you should be proud of it!"

She buried her face again and mumbled something.

"Hmm?" he asked.

Kylie mumbled again and shook her head.

"I can't hear you," he said.

She turned her head and almost glared at him. "I said I'm not
a... a... what they call me."

"A what?" he asked.

She moaned again, turning her face back away.

"Kylie, you don't have to be embarrassed around me."

"Have to be or not, I am," she said.

"You don't have to tell me," he said. "But I'd like to know."

Kylie sighed. "I shouldn't have said anything. I just... with what
people are saying... I didn't want _you_ to think... shit."

"Kylie? It's okay," he said. "Really. What don't you want me to
think?"

She took a deep breath. "That I was a... a tease."

Jason blinked, confused. "A tease? Huh? Kylie, I've _known_
teases. And you are _not_ a tease. You aren't even close."

"But you... I made you... um..." She blushed.

"You made me hard? Well, yeah. Like I said, you're beautiful and
sexy. But being beautiful and sexy doesn't make you a tease."

Kylie shrugged awkwardly. "It's just what people are saying." She
pushed away from the car and started walking across the parking lot
again, avoiding his eyes.

He caught up with her easily. "Well, you aren't a tease, and you can
tell those people I said so. And I'd know." He frowned. "What is it
these people are wanting you to do?"

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. "You're the one they say
I'm teasing, mostly. They say... um... that it's not fair not
to... uh... you know... after you've been so nice to me."

"To not what? Sleep with me?" Jason moved around in front of her and
crouched down. "Look, Kylie, I really like you. And I really do think
you're beautiful and sexy. But I don't really want to have sex with
you. If you wanted to just have sex and be friends, yeah, in a
heartbeat! But that's not what you want. You want someone who'd be
monogamous with you, and I don't think I could. And I'm not the kind
of asshole who'd sleep with you _anyway_ knowing that. I promised I
wouldn't hurt you, remember?"

Kylie stepped back away from him and looked at the ground. "I know. I
remember. I wasn't saying I wanted anything from you. You just asked
what they were saying. I told you."

Jason reached out and took her hand, tugging her close. "Well, you
aren't. And Kylie? If you didn't want to be exclusive, or I was the
kinda guy who _could_ be exclusive, I'd really wish that _you_ wanted
to have sex with me -- because I _would_ want to have sex with _you_."

Kylie stepped back again, pulling away. "Well, I do, and you can't,
so... best not to even think it." She stepped around him and started
walking quickly towards the building.

"I know," he said, catching up to her. "But, hey, doesn't mean we
can't be friends, right?"

She gave him a weak smile. "Right."

"And if they give you any shit about being a tease, you refer them to
me."

"I can take care of myself," she said. "You don't have to try to
protect me from everything."

"I know, Kylie," he said. "But they're using _me_ to make you feel
bad, and I don't like that."

She shrugged. "Don't worry about it." She stopped at the band-hall door
and turned to him. "Really. It's not a big deal. Go on, you've got to
get to class."

He grinned at her. "All right. See ya!" He took off jogging towards
his classroom.

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