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Jason and Kylie, Naked in School Chapter 2

Jason was 6'3"; since Kylie was barely 5' even, her attempt to hide behind him as they left the office was mostly successful. Still, people behind them could see her.

"Which one is your locker?" Jason asked.

Kylie stopped at a locker. "This one." She leaned forward to half-bury her upper body in it, clutching the clothes for several seconds before shakily letting them go and picking up her books and notebook. She stood there, uncomfortably, as the hall filled around them, looking as if she'd like to crawl into the locker and pull the door closed behind her.

Jason held out his hand. "Want me to carry your books?"

Kylie paled at the whistles and jeers and occasional applause coming from the students around them. "I've got them," she said, clutching the books to her chest.

"Okay. Just...remember, you can't use them to cover yourself up,"Jason said reluctantly.

She clenched her jaw for a moment, then nodded, lowering the books to her hip.

Jason smiled at her. "You're doing fine, Kylie. Let's get to class."

Someone called out, amidst the loud whistles, "Put your hair back, sugar, it's in the way."

Kyle turned even paler, but pushed the hair back over her shoulders with one shaking hand as the crowd closed around them, touching them both. A pretty red-headed cheerleader ran her fingers down Jason's body and weighed him in her hand, smiling appreciatively and somewhat speculatively.

Kylie's eyes were closed as they made their way through the hall, flinching at every contact. Jason could see that the hands on her breasts weren't rough, but from her reaction he'd have thought that they were iron clamps. When one boy stopped her, wrapping his hands around her waist from behind, she snapped.

Just as one hand slid down between her legs, she dropped her books and bolted into the nearest doorway, a janitorial closet, and slammed the door behind her, sobbing. The boy looked stunned, and uncomfortable whispers ran through the crowd.

Jason frowned, bending to pick up the books she dropped. He looked at the crowd as he straightened. "Guys, she's having a hard time with this. I dunno why, but could you maybe ease her into it, at least for the first day or so? Give her some time to get used to it? She didn't even know her dad had signed her up for it."

The confused boy nodded. "Hell, I didn't mean to scare her. I've always thought she was a pretty little thing."

There were mutters of agreement, though a few people seemed rather resentful. The bell rang before anyone could say anything else, however, and they scattered, heading for their classrooms.

Jason pulled the closet door open, finding Kylie crouched on the floor in the far corner, crying and shaking uncontrollably.

"Kylie? C'mon, you've gotta get up. You can do this, really."

She shook her head. "No, I cannot." Her words were tinged with a faint accent he hadn't noticed before.

"Sure you can," he said.

"No. I cannot. I think I am going to be sick." She looked up at him, miserable. "I know you think I'm just being ridiculous, but I mean it. I cannot do this."

"Why not?" he asked.

"I hate it. I do not like being touched. My worst nightmare is to be helpless while my body is being touched, used. I do not understand how anyone can stand it."

Jason looked at her, puzzled. "Why don't you just enjoy it? I mean, it's fun."

She shook her head. "It is not fun to me. Being forced is not fun. Being afraid is not fun."

Jason sighed. "I don't get it. What are you afraid of? I mean, doesn't it turn you on that guys find you attractive? I know it turns me on that all those girls like me."

Kylie looked him up and down— down to the waist, anyway. Her eyes steadfastly refused to go any lower.

"What could anyone make you do that you didn't want to? What threat could any female be to you?" she asked.

"Well, yeah," Jason said. "But those guys didn't want to hurt you; I mean, the guy who touched you just thought you were pretty. He wasn't going to hurt you. Look, I'll tell you what— I'll make sure no one hurts you this week, okay? I'll protect you. In exchange, you at least try to enjoy it."

She shook her head violently. "I cannot enjoy it, any more than you could enjoy your worst nightmare. It is barely possible that I may be able to live through it."

Jason looked at her, upset. "Look, this is supposed to be fun. Is there any way you can enjoy it? Anything I can do to make it better for you?"

Kylie looked at him oddly. "It may have been meant to be fun for you, but that was not the intent for me. It was meant to embarrass and humiliate me, quite obviously. Nothing could succeed better. Nothing can make it better, either. But you can make it safer, and perhaps that will be enough."

Jason frowned in confusion. "Why do you think it's meant to embarrass you?"

She shook her head. "Never mind. It is not important, and perhaps I am wrong. There's no choice, whatever the motivation. I cannot be expelled, no matter what."

"O...kay. Well, look," Jason said. "If you do think it was meant to embarrass you, then why don't you decide to enjoy it anyway? There's no better way to make it fail than to enjoy it." He grinned. "I'll guarantee you— a lot of those girls were jealous. And I suspect there's a bunch of guys who wish they had been picked as your buddy. And a couple of the girls."

"I can't enjoy it," Kylie said. "It scares me too badly. Look, I was not raised like this. I have only been in this country since my mother died, three years ago. I do not believe in the same things that you do."

"Why does it scare you?" he asked.

"It...it is a lack of control, a violation of privacy. No adult would dream of subjecting an adult woman to being indiscriminantly groped and forbid her to fight it."

Jason frowned, still confused. "Okay, yeah, I guess I can see that, sort of. But I don't see why that should scare you. I'd think you'd want to focus on the good bits, and ignore the bad bits."

"There aren't any good bits!"

Jason stared at her. "Sure there are. Like, you can get an orgasm, right there in class. That's a good bit!"

"I don't want one!" she said.

Jason's jaw dropped. "Why not?" he asked.

"Right there in class? Why would I?"

"Because it feels good?" he asked, wondering if it was a trick question.

"It's private," Kylie said.

"It's fun to come with people watching. Trust me on this one. It's great."

She shook her head. "Only if you choose to do it. If you are forced, it is not fun. It is humiliating."

"Well... yeah, I can see that," he said. "But if you choose to do it... that's what I'm saying. You think you were forced into this to humiliate you. Okay, fine. But if you turn it around, if you take it and make it your choice, then you win."

Kylie buried her face in her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs. "Trust me, this I cannot win. If I can just get through it, I will count it as success."

"Well... okay," Jason said. "But I still think you should loosen up, and try to enjoy it. Even if that doesn't let you win, at least you had fun."

"Would you enjoy being immersed in spiders?" she asked pointedly.

Jason shuddered. "No."

"Same thing."

He sighed. "Well... at least try to enjoy the parts you can? And I'll make sure you're safe."

Kylie took a deep, shuddering breath. Nodded. Smiled weakly. "At least it will not be so hot."

Jason grinned. "Yeah." He held out his hand to help Kylie up. "We're gonna be late, but oh well," he said as she brushed the dust from her legs.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking at the floor.

"Nah, it's only Math," he said.

She shook her head. "We'd better hurry."

He nodded and walked with her to the classroom. The teacher looked up as they entered.

"Decided to join us, did you?" the teacher asked.

Jason grinned. "Yeah. Had some stuff to do."

Ms. Sikes shook her head as Kylie stammered an apology. "Take your seats. We're on chapter 3."

Jason noticed that Kylie had trouble with the first part of the class, shivering and losing her train of thought every time anyone looked at her, but once the lecture was over and she could concentrate on the problem set, she seemed to forget she was naked. She zipped through her problems in record time, then turned to the next chapter, in contrast to Jason, who lazed along, doing most of the problems.

In fact, she'd finished most of the problems in chapters four and five both before the bell rang, jerking her upright in startlement.

"Damn," Jason said, flipping his book closed. "You always do that much?"

Kylie blushed as he walked over to stand next to her. "I like to work ahead. And I was nervous."

He raised an eyebrow. "Being nervous makes you work harder?" He grinned. "Man, if you were a guy, my dad'd love to have you on the team."

Kylie shuddered. "No thanks. I like my bones unbroken."

Jason laughed. "Doesn't hurt that bad. C'mon."

The crowds in the hall were a bit more restrained, this time, a combination of gossip spreading and the tight look on Kylie's face. They still touched and petted, but no one seemed eager to risk making her run away again.

The females sincerely enjoyed Jason's body, teasing and petting and having him pose for them. He was quite happy to go along with all this, his cock rock hard in a matter of moments.

Still, he paid close attention to Kylie and the people around her. She handled some of the petting fairly well, although smiling was out of the question, and he noticed a definite correlation between the size of the boy touching her and her fear. The smaller guys she didn't seem to mind as much, particularly the ones who were almost as shy about groping her as she was about being groped. But when they were caught in a knot of fellow football players, she looked panicked.

They weren't naturally inclined towards being gentle. Not out of malice or spite, but simply the fact that what would have been a light slap on someone larger nearly knocked Kylie on her face.

"Hey!" Jason said. "Not so hard, man."

"Jeez," the linebacker said. "Didn't realize she was so fragile. My kid sister's sturdier than that!"

Kylie squeezed away from the crowd, and incidentally back against Jason, as someone mumbled, "'S got bigger tits, too."

Jason grinned at the linebacker. "Yeah, dude, but you're twice as tall as she is, and your sister's gonna grow up to be the tall, statuesque blond type. Kylie's the little delicate type."

The boy nodded thoughtfully as one of the girls called out, "Hey, Jason, no using your partner as cover."

Jason smirked. "Maybe I'm not using her as cover. Maybe I just like the feel of her naked body against mine."

Kylie's eyes flew wide as she realized what was poking her in the middle of the back, and she stumbled away, darting gratefully into the beckoning classroom.

Jason followed her in, sitting down in the desk beside her. "Hey, hope I didn't upset you. I was just joking."

"N—no. It's okay." She was shivering in the warm room, and her skin looked clammy and pale.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

She shook her head, teeth chattering.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't like crowds even when I'm dressed!" she said.

Jason reached out to squeeze her hand. "Hey, it's okay. I didn't let anything happen, did I?" He grinned. "Though I gotta admit, I was joking, but you did feel nice."

Kylie trembled. "I'm okay. I just don't like feeling so helpless."

"You aren't helpless, Kylie," he said. "Really. Anybody tries anything, tell'm I'll kick their ass. Then just yell for me, if you have to."

Kylie smiled at him timidly. "Were you ever little?"

Jason laughed. "Not really. I think I was born big."

Kylie blushed suddenly, and Jason grinned at her. "That too."

The teacher came in as the bell rang. "Good morning! I've been looking forward to having our first Program participants in my class. Are you comfortable? Need anything? Relief, a towel to sit on?"

Jason grinned at the red-head who'd fondled him in the hall. "I could use relief."

The teacher smiled happily. "Certainly. You know the rules. Kylie?Need anything?"

Kylie shook her head almost violently, blushing so red she looked sunburned, as Jason sat down in the chair at the head of the room.

"Taking a volunteer from the audience?" the teacher asked.

Jason raised an eyebrow, still grinning at the red-head. "Christi? You interested?"

"Oh, yeah!" she said, grinning. She bounced up to the front of the room and slid down on her knees between his legs. "I don't know if I can manage this, but I know I want to try."

She slipped her lips over the head of his cock, bobbing up and down. Jason's cock was rather large, over nine inches long and very thick, and not many girls had ever managed to deep throat him. He was okay with that, because most of the ones who couldn't took it as a personal challenge and kept trying.

Christi, on the other hand, had obviously had a fair amount of experience. It took her less than a minute to work her mouth all the way to the base of his cock, and she looked up at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes as she swallowed, her throat rippling around his cock. He groaned, clenching his fists at his side, and came in her mouth.

She didn't stop until he'd completely finished coming, then slid her mouth off of him. Never taking her eyes off of his, she milked the last few drops of cum out of his cock, waiting until they were about to fall, then slowly stuck the tip of her tongue out and licked the head of his cock clean.

"Yummy," she said, licking her lips and standing up. As she did so, she slipped a piece of paper into his hand.

Jason sat there for a moment, rather stunned, before making his way to his desk. As he sat down, he looked at the piece of paper, finding her phone number written on it. He carefully tucked it away into his notebook, fully intending to give her a call and find out if she was busy that weekend.