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Jason and Kylie, Naked in School Chapter 17

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.


"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.