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Neither Kylie nor Candy returned to class, and the rest of the time
was uneventful -- until he got to the girls' locker room. Half the
girls seemed determined to avoid him, but the other half apparently
wanted to make up for the neglect of their compatriots. He let them,
but his heart wasn't really in it.

Kylie's little friend was among the ones who were avoiding him, but
she'd been shooting him nasty looks all period. Finally, he made his
way over to the bench she was sitting on.

"Ask Steve. He'll explain," he murmured, quietly enough that he
couldn't be overheard. She glared at him, but nodded, and,
surprisingly, blushed.

A bit later, he was truly surprised. Teri, an avowed lesbian with no
interest in boys, dragged him into the shower with her.

Teri was tall and slender, muscular for a female, and on the volleyball
team. She pulled the curtain closed and grinned at his expression. "If I
had
a camera, that look would be _priceless_."

"Probably," he said. "Um... I thought you were gay?"

"I am," she said. "Well... 99.9%, anyway. There's sometimes an odd
impulse. Here, wash my hair." She handed him the shampoo and turned
her back to him.

"Mmm," she said a bit later. "That _does_ feel good. Maybe I'm not
_that_ gay. I did this because none of them are gonna object if _I_
decide I want to experiment and need a little privacy to do so. And
you didn't look like you were having a particularly wondrous time.
Not that I blame you. All but the bitches were avoiding you, and
_they_ were treating you like meat. Disobedient meat, at that."

"Thanks," Jason said, sighing. "Life sucks."

She turned around and hugged him, her breasts pressing into his
chest. "Yep, that it does. But for what it's worth, I'm pretty damned
sure that you're not the horrible monster they're assuming you to be.
Sometimes things just don't work. My first love was _straight_."

Jason winced. "That'd suck."

"Oh yeah," she said. "Big time. And she felt like shit about it,
too. But it happens, sometimes, and it's nobody's fault."

Jason sighed. "Yeah." He paused. "How did you know?"

"I don't know, not the details. But... well, it's kind of obvious, and
everyone -- all the girls, anyway -- know Kylie has some problems with
trust."

Jason sighed. "That obvious?"

She nodded. "To someone who's been there... analogously speaking,
anyway... yeah, it is."

Jason sighed. "I just wish she wasn't monogamous, or I was."

"And I wish my first girlfriend hadn't been so straight. Hell, if
she'd just been bi, I would have let her have guys, too. But... she'd
never pick me over a guy. I would always be second choice. Neither of
us could live with that."

Jason nodded. "Yeah."

"What makes you so sure Kylie's monogamous, though?  She's never tried
anything else. She's _virgin_, I mean. She might try it and find she
really, really digs it."

Jason sighed. "I've talked to her about it. It's not the sex, it's the
other stuff that goes along with it. I mean, I'd be perfectly happy to
never actually _sleep_ with anyone else, or things like that, but I
don't think that would work for her."

She shook her head. "I don't know. All I know is that, about sex,
she's really fucked up. Um...."  she looked down at the floor,
nibbling her lip.

"I don't know if I should tell you this. But... well, we went out
once. _She_ asked _me_. Said she thought she was gay, because she
didn't like guys, and wanted to see."

Jason's jaw dropped in astonishment.

"Nothing happened. She tried, and I tried, believe me!	But there just
weren't any sparks. She ended up crying because she thought she was a
sexless monster. She's actually _scared_ of it, Jason. Scared of the
whole damned thing, and she said she felt _safe_ with me, but not
turned on. And I _would_ have been exclusive with her, too. In a
heartbeat. But that just wasn't enough."

"Fuck. Dammit, this isn't fair!" Jason said.

"Shhh... don't give the cats an excuse. I'm just saying, I don't
think she _likes_ being the way she is. I think she'd change if she
could, but she's too scared."

Jason looked at her, his pain evident. "How can I help her?"

"I don't know. Find what she needs to feel safe _and_ turned on and
give it to her. I know you turn her on. Everyone knows about the
locker room yesterday."

"How do I find out without hurting her more?" he asked.

Teri smiled helplessly. "Wish I knew. Maybe you can't. Maybe she has
to work it out herself. But... I just wanted you to know, so
that... hell, I felt sorry for both of you, and thought it might help.
Plus, I know what it feels like to be pawed by the wrong people when
you're not in the mood."

"Well... thanks," he said. "Maybe there's a way out for us." He didn't
really believe it, though, and it showed.

She smiled and hugged him. "I do hope so."  Somewhat thoughtfully, she
kissed him. "Got to put on a little bit of a show, hon, or they won't
buy it."

He grinned. "Okay." He stepped out of the shower, his best
self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Teri patted him on the butt as she walked to her locker. "Not bad, not
bad at all. Not something I'd want as a regular diet, but not too
horrible."

"Thanks," he said, still grinning.

#

Kylie was already seated in the history classroom when he came in,
looking very subdued and not a little bit embarrassed.

Jason sat down beside her. "You okay?"

Kylie whispered, "Aside from making an idiot out of myself and wanting
to crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment, you mean?	I can't
believe I did that."

Jason grinned. "Well, she deserved it. Listen, can I talk to you at
lunch?"

Kylie said, "_No one_ deserves to be physically attacked. God!	Some
pacifist _I_ am. I... if you really want to."

He nodded. "I do. I -- got given some advice by a friend of yours."

"Um." She nibbled on her lower lip. "Okay."

The class went normally, though Kylie was very distracted and wouldn't
meet anyone's eye. In the hall on the way to her locker, she was more
embarrassed by the people congratulating her on her 'swordsmanship'
than the ones groping her.

She leaned against her locker after putting her books inside. "I am
never, ever, going to be able to look at anyone, ever again."

Jason grinned. "Sure you will. Um, library, you think?"

"Um... would that violate the rules?" Kylie asked. "I'm already in big
trouble. They're saying that I might have to do an extra week to keep
from being expelled."

Jason thought for a second. "Well, I'm willing to do a second week if
you are."

Kylie said, "Huh?  _You_ didn't do anything."

"Come on, Kylie," he said. "You know that I had a lot to do with you
being upset. I'm willing to risk being in the Program for another week
if it means I get to talk to you."

"Jason, _you_ wouldn't be in it an extra week. It's not your fault I
went psycho," she said.

He looked at her. "Kylie, if you're in it an extra week, then I'll be
in it an extra week. That simple."

"Oh, Jason, that's so sweet," she said. "But it's not necessary.
Look, we can sit outside, out under the trees and talk. It's far
enough away we'll have some privacy, but still in full view."

"Okay. But I meant it," he said.

"I know," Kylie said. "Grab your lunch and I'll stake out our spot and
wait for you."

When he reached her after hurrying through the lunch line, she had
snagged a tablecloth off of one of the nearby picnic tables and spread
it out under one of the big old oak trees. She was sitting
cross-legged on it, waiting for him.

"So," he said, sitting down beside her.

She nibbled nervously on a small pack of crackers she took from her
purse. "So?" she asked quietly.

Jason took a deep breath. "So. Um. I had a talk with a friend of yours
-- she saved me from the harpies in the locker room -- and she said
something, and I'm not sure how to ask without it coming across
wrong."

"Wait...harpies?" Kylie asked. "Did someone try to hurt you?  Because
of _me_?"

Jason shook his head. "All the girls who weren't bitches were avoiding
me, which meant that the only ones near me... but Teri saved me."

"What difference does it make?" Kylie asked. "You never cared who
touched you before-- wait, _Teri_?  Teri's gay!"

Jason nodded. "Yeah. So they all thought she was experimenting and
gave us privacy. She told me she knew how I felt, since her first
girlfriend was straight."

"Yeah, she told me about that," Kylie said, looking uncomfortably at
her lap. "If anyone would understand, she would."

Jason nodded. "She said something...." He hesitated. "Okay, look, I'm
not sure how to ask this, okay? And I don't... it could sound really
bad, and I don't want you to think that's how I mean it, okay?"

Kylie said, "Jason... I _know_ you don't mean anything bad. You're the
most, uh, non-bad person I've ever met. You wouldn't hurt anyone on
purpose."

He smiled at her. "Thanks. Okay, she told me about y'all's date, and
she said that she thought maybe you didn't _want_ to be...." He
hesitated. "I don't know. Like you are. God, that sounds bad, I'm
sorry."

"Oh," Kylie whispered, bowing her head. "She told you about that. I
didn't expect that."

Jason reached for her hand. "Yeah. As part of telling me that we
shouldn't give up." He hesitated again. "Kylie, I told you I didn't
want you to give up on what you wanted. But... I assumed. Do you
_want_ to be monogamous?"

She froze. "Jason, I... I don't think I can be any other way. The
thought of you touching that bitch Candy, letting her touch you...."
she squeezed her eyes shut. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.
It's _your_ choice and I have no right to try and make you feel
guilty."

Jason looked at Kylie, weighing his words. "Well, first of all,
there's pretty much no chance of me being with Candy
again. Secondly... You trust Jamie, don't you? How does the thought of
letting _her_ touch me feel?"

"Jamie?" Kylie said. "I don't know her that well. She's kinda quiet.
I... I don't know. It hurts. It hurts bad. But it doesn't make me want
to kill something like I felt this morning."

"Or what about Teri?" he asked.

"Teri?	I... don't know. It seems different somehow. It still hurts
but... it's not as scary?  Does that make any sense?"

He nodded. "Because you trust her. Well...." He thought for a
moment. "What if I gave you the chance to say that someone made you
feel threatened? Say, I won't do anything more than oral sex with
someone without talking to you about it, and giving you the chance to
say no? Would that be a... a compromise we could both live with?"

"Not... not because I trust her," Kylie said. "Because... because
she's gay. She's not a threat. Even if you _did_ like her better than
me, she wouldn't...." She broke off and looked down at her hands.

"It would be okay because you know she wouldn't try to steal me?"
Jason asked.

"Not... not okay... it would still hurt, but... I guess. You
_couldn't_ choose her over me, because she wouldn't have you."

Jason said, gently, "Kylie, I've slept with a lot of girls. A _lot_,
and when you're a football player, and good, you can get just about
any girl you want. And I've never been _interested_ in a girl like
this before. Doesn't that say you're pretty special? If you're my
girlfriend, I'm not going to choose someone else over you." He
hesitated. "Steve likes you, you know. And the thought of you having
sex with him doesn't bother me at all. But the thought of you being
his girlfriend instead of mine... that hurts. A lot."

Kylie wrapped her arms around her knees. "I don't know what to say.  I
don't _know_ what I want anymore. I don't even know who I am...I tried
to _hurt_ someone today. And part of me _liked_ it. I _liked_ people
being scared of me. I liked not being scared myself, not feeling
little and helpless. If... if I can feel like _that_, I don't know
what else might be possible."

"Kylie, _she_ attacked _you_ first," Jason said. "And of course you
like not being scared." He paused. "Hey, why don't you take some
jujitsu lessons? I'm sure sensei would be willing to teach you. And I
know Mr. Roark goes there."

Kylie looked at him in disbelief. "_Me?_ Oh please!  I'd get broke in
half. And I really _am_ a pacifist. I don't believe in violence as an
answer to anything, Jason. What I did today... it embarrasses me,
shocks me, and... sickens me."

"Hmm. What about Aikido, then?" Jason suggested. "That's no more
violent than stepping out of the way when someone tries to grab
you. You can't do a thing to someone who doesn't attack you. But it
would mean you'd know that you didn't have to be afraid."

Kylie looked thoughtful, then shook her head. "My dad would never let
me, Jason. No way."

Jason frowned. "Why not?"

Kylie said, "He wouldn't want to pay for the lessons, for one thing.
And he wouldn't think it was suitable for a girl. He thinks I act too
much like a boy as it is."

Jason snorted. "Kylie, he's nuts. You are most _definitely_ a girl."
He sighed. "But we're off the subject. What I was trying to say is
that, if you want and think there's a chance, I'm willing to try."

Kylie frowned. "I'm not sure... try _how_ exactly?"

"We find a compromise we can both deal with," he said. "I think you
are worth the effort."

"Oh Jason!" Kylie shivered. "But what if I can't?  What if I can't
compromise?  I don't want to hurt _you_ either."

Jason took a deep breath. "I'm willing to risk it. Something my dad
said this morning... he was monogamous. Mom wasn't. But he said it
didn't bother him. That's gotta mean we have a chance, right?"

Kylie's teeth chattered and she hugged her legs so tightly that he
could see her skin changing color beneath her arms. "I'm scared."

"So am I. I've never had a girlfriend before," Jason said.

"What would... how would we do it?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"How do we try?  I mean, what would we do?" she asked. "I don't know
how to handle this sort of thing."

"Well... Let's start with that compromise I suggested," Jason
said. "Can you deal with it?"

"I... I'll try. I can't promise it won't bother me." Her voice was
tight. "I'll try. I wish you _were_ bi. I think I'd be okay if you
just wanted guys."

Jason sighed. "Yeah. But, well, I'm not." He hesitated. "Um. If you
wanted to do something with another guy, like... Steve, or maybe Mike,
that'd be okay. Or if you wanted to do something with both of us...."

"Jason... you'd _really_ be okay with me... doing something... with
someone you think might, y'know, _like_ me?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, don't get me wrong, it'd scare me. But... if
it made you happy, yeah. As long as I knew you weren't gonna leave
me."

"How could it make me happy if it scared you?" she asked.

"Because you would enjoy it. Kylie, _everything_ about this scares
me," he said. "I've never had a girlfriend. I know how to have sex
with girls, not how to make love to them... or how to fall in love with
them."

She sat there, rocking back and forth and looking very small and lost.
"I don't want to do anything with anyone else. But, this week... and
maybe next week, I don't have a choice in a lot of things."

"I know." He hesitated. "But you don't have to have sex, you
know. That's not a reasonable request. And... if you aren't ready,
with me, that's okay."

"Oh, Jason!" she said. "I... there's something you should know before
you agree to anything."

"What?"

Kylie buried her face in her knees. "I... I think there might be
something... wrong... with me. I've never _wanted_ sex. I... I'm
sorry. Until you said that, I hadn't thought about what that might
mean for... us."

Jason moved over beside her, pulling her up on his lap. "Well, if
that's the case, then we'll deal with it. But I don't think it is. How
does the thought of me touching you like I did yesterday make you
feel?"

Kylie blushed. "Strange," she whispered. "Tingly. But... scared.
R-really scared."

"I won't hurt you. I promise." He slid a hand down onto her
thigh. "May I?"

She shivered, curling up against his chest. "C-can I ask for
something, first?"

"What?"

"You've never... would you kiss me?" she asked, hesitantly.

Kylie trembled, holding her breath. At the first touch of his lips,
she closed her eyes and leaned into him, raising one hand to curl
around his neck. He kissed her softly, gently, not pushing her, and
her trembling grew more violent, her lips parting hesitantly under
his. She strained upwards, pressing herself closer to him. When her
shaking seemed as if it couldn't help but be painful, she pulled away,
eyes still closed, and sighed.

He held her tightly. "Are you okay?"

Kylie opened her eyes and looked up at him. They were shiny with
unshed tears, but she smiled. "Oh, yes!  I... I've never done that
before."

He blinked. "You haven't?  Oh. Want to do it again?"

"P-please? Wait!" She nibbled her lower lip in obvious worry.

Jason nodded. "Okay. If you want to wait, that's okay."

"No, I want to ask something, but I don't know if... if it'd be okay.
If I have a right to. It seems... silly," she said.

"Ask," he said.

Kylie blushed, looking away from him. "Could you... would you maybe,
not... not kiss other girls?  That... that bothers me more than
getting a blowjob. I don't know why, but it just does."

Jason thought about it a second, and then nodded. "Okay. I'll try not
to. Um, it's kind of a habit, though, so I might do it without
thinking about it. I don't want you to get the wrong idea if I forget
about it and give someone a quick kiss."

She smiled shyly. "Just try... that will be enough. And there's a
difference between a quick kiss and a real one. Now, please kiss me?"
she begged.

He did so, and she melted, molding her body against his. Her breathing
grew fast and she was flushed, though she continued to tremble. Soon
she was totally limp and boneless in his arms, as malleable as soft
clay.

He ran his hand up her leg, and she stiffened, almost imperceptibly,
but didn't make any move to stop him. When he gently tugged her legs
apart, she grabbed his hand, then consciously relaxed her grip and
took her hand away, laying back against his other arm, trembling.

He stroked her stomach, making little circles with his fingertips, and
he could see the goose-bumps spreading from his touch. With each
circle, his hand dipped a little lower, and Kylie whimpered, turning
her face against his chest. Her legs relaxed, just a bit, and he
brushed his fingers across her clit. She gasped out loud and arched
her hips beneath his hand.

He kissed her again, his fingers making little circles on her clit,
and she moaned, opening her lips beneath his and returning the kiss
passionately.

It didn't take much. Her cunt was wet and wide open beneath his
fingers, her hips twitching and raising to meet him. She turned her
face into his chest, her open mouth pressed right beneath his nipple
as she stiffened and screamed into his flesh.

He slid the fingers of his other hand over her nipple, and she
shuddered, rolling into him and wrapping herself around his torso,
pulling her legs up and sliding her arms around him to hold on
tight. Her legs squeezed his hand almost painfully, and he could feel
her whole body spasming as she came.

He held her tight, his hand still moving, and she thrashed,
shuddering, then grabbed his hand. "Ohhhh...." She cried out something
he couldn't understand, and finally whimpered, "W-woah woah woah."

He kept going, and she squealed, "Jason!" There was more of the
language he didn't understand, and he thought absently that he really
needed to learn Tibetan. "S-s-stop! Oh, please, too much!"

He pressed his hand against her, not moving it, and she clawed at his
hand, nails digging in. She was twitching uncontrollably now, and
rolling around on his lap. "Ohhhh.... Oh, yes... oh please stop!"

Finally, she shuddered, the spasms slowly, slowly easing until she
could take a deep, shuddering breath.

"Like?" he asked.

"Ooooooh, god. I'm going to die."

"Why?"

Kylie said, "Nothing..._nothing_ has ever felt that good."  She
shivered again. "Oh god."

Jason grinned. "I don't think there's anything wrong with you."

Kylie blushed, and tried to sit up. "I... it's not the same thing."

Jason nodded. "Yeah, it is. You'll see, when _you_ decide you're
ready."

She blushed brighter. "You really don't mind?"

Jason tilted her head up to look at him. "I really don't mind,
Kylie. We'll have sex when you decide you are ready, and not before
then." He grinned. "It's not like we can't have lots of fun together
even without that step."

Kylie licked her lips. "Um... h-how do I...." She blushed so brightly
that he thought she was going to burst into flames on the spot.

"How do you what?" he asked.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, trying to figure out what to
say. "Um, how do I make you feel good?" she finally stammered.

Jason grinned. "Well, you can touch me like I did you, or you can give
me a blow-job, or... well, there's lots of things you can do. But you
don't have to do anything, Kylie. I'll be okay if you aren't ready for
that."

He could see her weighing things in her head for a few moments. "No, I
want to. If it feels as good to you as it did to me... I want to do
that for you. I just... don't know how. You'll have to show me."

"Okay," he said. "What do you want to do?"

She paled a little. "I... would it be okay if I just... touched you
this time? With my hand?"

Jason gave her a quick kiss. "You don't have to do anything at all if
you aren't ready, but if you want to give me a hand job that's fine."

Kylie frowned. "Don't you _want_ me to?"

Jason nodded, rapidly. "Oh yeah! Making you come got me _way_ turned
on. But I don't want to push you -- if you aren't ready, I'll just
live with it, or take care of it myself."

Kylie licked her lips. "I want to. I... for some stupid reason it
scares me. I know it doesn't make any sense, but it does. But I still
want to touch you. Unless...." She bit her lip. "Unless you'd rather
wait and have someone less... inhibited... take care of it next
period."

Jason shook his head. "No, I wouldn't. But if you'd rather kiss me
while I jerk off, I can do that."

Kylie sighed, relieved, then asked in a puzzled tone, "You'd rather do
it yourself than wait until someone would do it for you?"

He shook his head again. "I'd rather do it myself, with you helping,
than have someone else do it."

"I wish I understood this sort of thing better," Kylie said, sighing
again. "But... let me help... let me try?  I want to please you, so
badly.... I want to make you happy."

Jason smiled. "Of course you can. I just didn't want you to think you
had to."

Kylie smiled. Greatly daring, she stretched up and kissed him
quickly. "Show me what to do."

"Okay," he said. "Wrap your hand around my cock, gently."

She giggled. "I seem to be sitting on it... where should I move to?"

"Hmm. How about you sit beside me?"

Kylie carefully slipped off of his lap and sat beside him, pressed
close to his side. She was blushing brightly.

"Okay, gently wrap your hand around it and move it up and down," he
said.

She trembled, feeling suddenly vulnerable when he lay back on the
tablecloth. Her hand shook as she reached for him, and there was a
look of intense concentration on her face.

Kylie sucked in her breath sharply and wrapped her fingers around him
as far as they would go. They wouldn't go all the way... he was large,
and her hand was small, probably the smallest hand that had ever
touched him, and the softest. Hesitantly, she caressed him.  "The skin
is so soft. It feels fragile," she whispered, "I didn't expect that."

"Your fingers are soft," he said. "They feel really good."

She shivered, then laid down beside him, not letting go, but looking
up at him to make sure it was okay. She swallowed hard when his hips
twitched involuntarily. "Sh-show me what feels best to you. L-like you
did to me yesterday," she whispered hoarsely.

Jason reached down and wrapped his hand around hers, moving her hand
up and down on his cock. "Like that."

His big hand wrapped around her small one and pressed it firmly into his
cock. She tensed for a moment, then tried to make herself relax and
follow the rhythm he set for her. Snuggling close to him, she tilted
her head up to watch his face as she touched him.

He looked in her eyes, enjoying her hand on his cock, and she calmed
noticeably when he did, pressing the length of her body along his. He
slipped his other arm around her back, stroking it.

Kylie rubbed her cheek against his chest, sighing. "This feels so
good. I didn't know being held would feel so good."  She moved her
fingers a bit more, caressing him as she moved her hand up and down,
her thumb rubbing the underside of his cock in shy little circles.

Jason stiffened a little, speeding up the rhythm. "That feels
good. Keep it up and I'll come."

Kylie closed her eyes, trembling, and nodded. She tried harder,
letting her fingers brush over the wet head of his cock just a bit on
the up-stroke, making them slippery on the downward motion.

"I'm going to come, Kylie," he said, his voice strained.

"Okay," she whispered. She sped her fingers up and locked her gaze on
his face.

Jason's hips moved, involuntarily, and he came, cum shooting out of
his cock to land on his stomach and chest, a little running down onto
her hand.

Kylie didn't take her eyes off of his face, watching him throughout.
She released his cock slowly when it stopped twitching in her hand,
and cuddled close, lifting her knee to prop it on his thigh and
stretching her arm as far across his chest as she could reach. She was
still trembling slightly.

He lifted her up, letting her lay on his chest, and she gasped, then
sighed in contentment, laying her cheek on his chest. Her weight was
barely noticeable.

Jason kissed her, feeling his cum trapped between them. "That was
really good."

Kylie smiled a bit weakly. "I... I'm glad."

"Thank you," he said.

Kylie looked up at him adoringly. "Oh, Jason," she sighed, "thank
_you_. You don't know what it means to me that you want me. You can't
know, there's no way."

Jason kissed her again. "I _do_ want you. Um. In fact, unless you are
ready to have sex now we might want to change position, cause feeling
you next to me like this is getting me hard again. And my cock is
aimed straight at you. You're going to be getting poked in a few more
seconds."

Her eyes flew open wide, and she rolled off of him. "Didn't I do it
right?"

He grinned. "Very right. But you're also _very_ sexy."

"Oh," she whispered, and blushed. She peeked up at him from beneath
her lashes and smiled shyly. "I think you really mean that!" she said,
sounding surprised.

Jason laughed. "I _do_. And, hell, I probably _am_ gonna have to get
relief every class for the rest of the day. Knowing that you're
walking around with my cum on your stomach...."

Kylie looked down at herself, her hand rising automatically to hover
over her stomach. She paled noticeably.

"It's really sexy," he said.

She jumped, as if she'd forgotten he was there, then her eyes darted
to his face and she relaxed a bit. He realized that she seemed afraid
of the cum on her.

"Kylie? What's wrong?" he asked.

Kylie shook her head as if clearing it. "Jason, I can't go back like
this... everyone will _know_."

"Kylie?" he said, "I've been honest with you. I haven't dodged any
questions, even the ones that hurt to answer."

Kylie closed her eyes. "I can't, Jason," she whispered. "I want to
tell you, but I can't. I'm so sorry."  Tears gathered at the corners
of her eyes.

"Kylie... you can. You can. I promise," he said softly.

Kylie started shivering in the warm autumn air. "Not this, anything
but this. I can't. Please, please don't ask," she begged.

"Kylie, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want," he
said. "But I promise, any thing you tell me won't make me think less
of you."

"Jason...." Her voice broke, "Some things could. Please, _please_
don't ask."

He tilted her head up, so that she had to look at him. "No,
Kylie. Nothing will. I promise."

She searched his face with desperate eyes, and he said, quietly, "I
promise."

"Kiss me?" she pleaded.

He kissed her, softly, gently, and her trembling slowly eased in his
arms, until at last she drew back and laid her cheek on his shoulder.
"I can't," she whispered. "Not yet. I'm too scared. Maybe someday, but
not now. Please understand?  Please forgive me?"

Jason nodded. "Of course. But you can trust me, Kylie. I promise. When
you're ready, I'll be here."

Kylie hugged him tightly. "I can't believe this is actually
happening. But, Jason, what I said before... it's true. I can't go in
like this."

"Okay." He thought. "We'll wipe you off with the table cloth. That'll
get most of it."

Kylie smiled with obvious relief. "Thank you. I was afraid you
wouldn't understand."

Jason smiled. "I don't understand _why_ it bothers you, but I
understand that it does... and that's all I need to understand."

Kylie squeezed his hand then reached for the tablecloth. "Jason... I'm
not ashamed of you. But I don't want... people...."-- there was a tiny
hesitation around the word-- "to think I'm not a virgin
anymore. I... I feel safer that way."

Jason nodded. "I think maybe I do understand, Kylie. When you're ready,
I'll be here. I promise."

Kylie looked at the ground, shame-faced. "Thank you."

Jason pulled her into a hug. "Kylie? I meant it. Nothing you can say
will make me like you any less."

Kylie hugged him tightly, then pulled back. "Eat your lunch, Jason. There
_can't_ be long before the bell. You'll starve!"

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