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Jason and Kylie, Naked in School Chapter 21

"I should probably call your father," Jason said, when they got back to the house.

"Why?" Kylie asked.

"To let him know what the doctor said, and talk to him about some stuff. He's probably worried."

"Well... okay, I guess," she said, frowning. "If he's worried."

Jason hesitated. "Do you want to listen in?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't.

"No... I need to run to the bathroom anyway," Kylie said. "I'll just... wait in my room, or something."

"Thanks," Jason said. He dialed the number as she left the room, and the secretary put him through to John with only a small delay.


"It's me, Jason. We just got back from the doctor," he said. "She... wasn't happy. Kylie is to eat from now on. She weighs eighty-four pounds."

John swore quietly under his breath. "Right. I'll stop by the store on the way home. There's bound to be something that can tempt her into eating. What else did she say?"

"Well.... You should probably know. Kylie's never had a period."

"Hmm. How concerned was the doctor about that?" John asked.

"Moderately," Jason said. "She thinks it's probably because of her weight." He fell silent for a second before summoning up his courage and continuing. "And I guess you ought to know that Kylie got the contraceptive shot. I told her she didn't have to, but her reasoning was that she'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it."

There was a moment of silence. Then, "I see. I... guess that could be a good sign."

"I don't know," Jason admitted. "I kind of worry... I'm afraid she might say she wants to have sex because she thinks she owes me, or something. I don't want that."

"Well, the fact that you realize that she might do so should give you some help in figuring it out before the fact, if she does," John said.

Jason nodded, forgetting that John couldn't see him. "Yeah." He fell silent, drawing little circles on the counter-top with his finger.

"What aren't you saying, Jason?"

Jason took a deep breath. "I think you need to see if you can get a copy of his journal."

There was dead silence for a moment. Then, tensely, "Why?"

Jason let the rest of the breath out, then swallowed. "I don't want to read it. God knows, I don't want to read it. And I don't think you do either. But... I think it's important that we do, because Kylie is utterly convinced that when we know what happened we won't love her anymore. The sooner we know everything, and she realizes it doesn't matter, the better off she'll be." He swallowed again. "I think. If you think I'm wrong, then for god's sake tell me— don't make me read that if I don't have to."

"She might see that as a betrayal of her trust, you know," John said, quietly.

It was Jason's turn to be silent. "Damn. I didn't think about that. Um."

"You're right about one thing," John said. "I have to read it. I have to know what I need to protect her from. No matter how much I don't want to. But I'm her father, not her boyfriend. It's a different situation."

Jason sighed, slowly. "I don't know. I— she told me, she actually told me, that she wouldn't be upset when I decided I didn't want to be with her after I found out. I just— I don't want her living with that over her head."

"You reading it behind her back would not be something she would take well. I can't condone that, not at all. However... I also don't think that you're going to leave her because of anything that monster forced her into, any more than I'm going to abandon her. So if you can get her permission to read it, I'll see that you have the chance to do so."

"Did you know that she didn't realize that y'all actually wanted her? I think it just hadn't sunk in. When I finally got it through to her... god, you should have seen her. She was ecstatic." Jason laughed. "Oh, and she loved the snake. You should have warned us, though— we weren't expecting to see a ten foot snake this morning."

"Why were you in our bedroom?" John asked, puzzled. "Or did Mandy's damned snake get out of its cage and go wandering the house again?"

"You remember the jeans she bought Kylie? The size ones? They were too big. Kylie had to borrow a belt. We did manage to get it back in its cage, though."

John was silent again. Jason suspected he knew most people didn't start with the second drawer. "Ah. Thanks. He really shouldn't be loose." A bit more awkward silence. "Are you sure Kylie wasn't bothered... by the snake?"

"No, she was fine," Jason said. "Actually, she liked the snake. Tried to wrap him around her, but he was too heavy."

John laughed, and Jason could hear a hint of relief. "Well, at least she's not scared of them. Mandy said she'd get rid of him if she had to, but she really loves the creature; she's had him for years and years."

"Oh, god no, she loved him," Jason said. "But damn he's heavy. I hadn't thought a snake would be that heavy."

"Yep," John said. "You would be too if all you did was eat, sleep, and be picturesque. All right. I'll call the doctor and see if she has any suggestions on tempting Kylie to eat, and then... the police, about that... other matter. We'll talk more when I get home tonight."

"Okay," Jason said. "Oh! What do you think about trying to get Kylie to go to the dojo with us tonight?"

"You have lessons on Wednesdays?" John asked. "I hadn't realized that. Mine are actually on Sundays, just me, not a class. Hmm. I think she'd probably rather go with you than get left behind, but... it depends on how she's doing, how much she's calmed down. She might be fine at home with Mandy and I, too, and maybe more comfortable than going around a lot of people."

"Yeah," Jason said. "I was just thinking, she'd mentioned several times about how she hated feeling helpless. And she's a pacifist. I figured Aikido would be perfect for her."

"I agree with you there," John said. "I'm just not sure of the timing. I don't want to push her, not into anything."

"Neither do I," Jason said. "Not at all."

"So, we'll see how she's feeling tonight, and take it from there. How is she doing today so far? Is there any chance she'll be able to come to school tomorrow, or should I go ahead and arrange another day off?"

"I think she might be able to go," Jason said. "I'm not certain, of course, but I wouldn't rule it out."

"Good! Not pushing, but it's good that it can be a possibility," John said. "That shows a lot of improvement. I have the name of a local therapist that I'm trying to set up an appointment for her with, but the woman is booked solid through this week." He sighed. "Well. Like I said, we'll talk about everything when I get home. I have to get back to my class before they blow up the lab."

"Right," Jason said. "Doesn't do any good if she's ready to go back if there's no school left."

Jason met Kylie as she came down the hall, kissing her softly as she wrapped her arms around him. "I didn't say it earlier, but thank you for staying with me at the doctor's," she said. "I couldn't have done it without you. I don't know if you realized how much it helped to have you there, but... it did. A lot."

"Thanks," Jason said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Let's go sit down."

She followed him into the living room, sitting next to him on the couch but carefully not touching, posture straight and hands in her lap.

"Kylie?" he asked, puzzled.

"I don't know how to do this sort of thing," she admitted, looking down at her hands and blushing. "I don't know how to act, how to be... um... normal, I guess."

"Well, you'll figure it out," Jason said. He held an arm out. "And you're welcome to snuggle me as much as you like."

"I don't want you to think I'm... some sort of parasite, or something, always hanging on you," she said, eyeing his arm longingly.

"I like you next to me," Jason said, smiling at her.

"I like it too," she said, snuggling up next to him. "More than anything else. I just didn't want to be annoying. Guys don't like clingy girls."

Jason thought about that for a moment. "Well, yeah, to a certain degree, but...." He shrugged. "I dunno. This is just different, you know?"

"You'd tell me, wouldn't you?" Kylie asked, a bit suspiciously. "If it wasn't? If it did annoy you?"

"I would," he said, nodding. "I dunno. It's.... Actually, yeah, I know what the difference is. You aren't holding on to me to try to own me; you're holding on to me because it makes you feel good."

"It does," Kylie said, sighing happily. After a moment, however, she sobered. "Um, what did Mr... my... father... say about what the doctor said?"

"That he was going to stop by the store and get a bunch of stuff, in hopes that some of it will tempt you to eat," Jason said.

Kylie shook her head, sitting up just a bit so that she could look up to him. "You are all acting like I'm anorexic or something. I know I'm too thin... I did it on purpose, after all. But... I don't think it's that bad. I know the doctor was upset, but my mother was Asian, and Asian women are naturally small and slow to mature. I'll be fine, and I promise to eat if you'll stop worrying."

Jason smiled. "Okay. I'll try. But I can't help it." He bent his head, kissing her gently, her lips soft and warm against his. She responded eagerly, more aggressive than he'd ever seen her, running her hands under his clothes urgently, hurriedly, as if trying to do something before she changed her mind.

He caught her hands in his, tugging them out from under his shirt and bringing them up to gently nibble at the webbing between her thumb and forefinger. "Easy, love. Why the rush?"

"R-rush?" she asked, her cheeks reddening guiltily.

Jason pulled her down so that her cheek rested on his chest. "Kylie, you don't have to do anything. Anything at all. I'm happy just being here with you."

"I want to, Jason," she said, nuzzling against his chest. "I want to. I want you."

He sighed, looking down at her and running his fingers through her hair. "Can I ask you something without you getting mad, even if it sounds a little insulting?"

"You can ask me anything, Jason. You know that."

"Are you sure you aren't doing this because you think you owe it to me, or out of gratitude?" he asked.

"No. Absolutely not. I... I want... Jason, come into the bedroom with me, please?" she asked.

Jason looked at her for a long moment. "Why?" he finally asked.

"Th-there's something I want to tell you, and I'd be more comfortable there," Kylie said. "Please? Please, love?"

"Okay, love," he said, standing, easily lifting her in his arms and carrying her into the bedroom and setting her carefully on the edge of the bed. "Where do you want me?"

She swallowed, patting the bed beside her. "Here."

"What is it, love?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her as he sat beside her.

Kylie gently pulled away from him and stood, turning to stand between his knees, facing him. She took his face in her hands, gently, her small fingers cupping his cheeks as she kissed him, softly and thoroughly. Then she stepped back a bit and tugged her shirt out of her jeans.


She pulled the shirt over her head and let it fall, then reached for the clasp of her bra. "Jason... it's not gratitude. I am grateful... how could I not be? But that's not why I want you." She let the bra fall and kicked off her shoes.

He waited, curious, but didn't interrupt her as she unbuckled the belt and unzipped her jeans, sliding them— along with her panties— down her slender legs before kicking them aside. She shivered just a bit, standing naked before him, her tiny nipples crinkled and hard, before stepping back between his knees and laying her hand on his shoulders. "I love you," she said. "I love you so much, it's hard to believe it's real. It's scary. You could hurt me so much... and I really wouldn't even care. I'd still do whatever you wanted, I'd still love you." She swallowed. "I'm glad I didn't love... Him."

"I'm not going to hurt you," Jason said.

She smiled down at them. "I know that. But sometimes I think you don't know that."

"I just worry...." he said.

She kissed him, firmly, emphatically. "Don't. Don't worry. You won't hurt me. Jason, I want... I want you to make love to me."

Jason swallowed. "Kylie, I'm nuts for asking this. I'm nuts for not just jumping you, right now. But... why? Are you sure it's not just gratitude?"

"I'm sure. It's not gratitude. I want you to make love to me, right now. I don't want to wait."

"Why not?"

"Because something might happen so that I'd never get the chance again," she said, trembling just enough for him to feel. "And I can't stand the thought of not ever loving you like that."

"You're sure?" he asked, swallowing again and closing his eyes. "Sure enough to tell your father about this, and that it wasn't gratitude?"

"W-why?" she asked. "This is between you and me, no one else."

Jason opened his eyes. "Because he'll find out that you aren't a virgin when you go in for your exam," he said. "And... I don't want him to think that I let you have sex with me out of gratitude. And that's what it would be, Kylie, sex. I don't ever want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you. And that can only happen if you are doing it because you want it, not out of gratitude."

"It's not gratitude. I want you to. I want you to because it's the one thing He never did!" Kylie whirled around, turning her back to him and bowing her head, her arms wrapped around her chest.

"Easy, love, easy," Jason said, pulling her to him and holding her gently. "I had to ask. I had to make sure." It was hard to get the words out around the lump in his throat, the fear that he'd ruined it. "Can you imagine how I'd feel if I didn't ask, and found out later that that was what it was?"

"Please believe me," she said, her voice tight. "Please. I want it. It's the only thing I have that isn't dirtied by his touch. Please... I want it to be you. If something happens, if you can't... No matter what, I want my first time to be with you, no one else."

"If I can't what?" he asked.

Kylie took a deep breath. "If you can't stand to touch me after everything comes out."

He looked at her for a long moment, turning her to face him. "Kylie, I can guarantee that I'll be able to stand touching you. I might be afraid to touch you, afraid I'll bring back those memories and hurt you, but I'll want to. I can't imagine anything that would change that." He kissed her gently. "And yes, I'll make love to you. But... you will need to talk to your dad about it, so that he understands. And it will need to be you, not me."

"Don't be afraid to touch me, Jason. Every time you do, you replace a bit of those memories with a new one... of you. Please, make love to me now?"

She kissed him, deeply, her hands sliding under his shirt, tugging at it, and he stood so that she could pull it free, helping her get it over his head.

"Yes, love," he said. "I'll make love to you."