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Jason and Kylie, Naked in School Chapter 13

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 tried 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.