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Jason and Kylie, Naked in School Chapter 5

"Hey, want to eat lunch with me and the guys?" Jason asked, catching up to Kylie in the hall.

She put her textbooks in her locker and pulled out her purse and a book. She hesitated, face flickering as she considered his invitation. "Um. Okay." She put the book back and closed the locker, then followed him, playing nervously with the thick braid of her hair.

"Were you really that surprised that I let Mike give me a blowjob?" he asked, dropping back so that he was walking beside her.

"Um, yeah," she said. "Guys like you tend to be really, um, defensive about things like that."

"Nah." Jason shook his head. "I mean, I know I like girls, so it's cool, you know? Mike's a nice guy, but I wouldn't date him or anything, and it's nothing wrong with him. He's just got the wrong body parts to turn me on— even if he did give me the best damned blow job I've ever had. Now if he was a girl, well, I'd have asked her out in a heartbeat."

"You'd ask someone out just because you liked their... their mouth?"she asked.

Jason stopped and looked at her for a second. "Well, yeah. Don't get me wrong, though. That wouldn't be the only reason I asked them out, but if a girl gave me a blowjob like that, I'd damned sure want to get to know her better. We might never be anything more than friends who have sex together, but there's nothing wrong with that, you know? I mean, back at my old school, I'd had sex with almost all of the cheerleaders— one of them was gay, but I'd slept with all the rest. It was fun, and none of us pretended it was anything more than that."

"What did people think of them?" Kylie asked.

"Huh?" Jason said. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you're a guy," Kylie said. "It's okay for you to sleep with all the girls you want. No one is going to treat you any different. But how did those girls get treated?"

"Uh... the same way they treated us guys?" Jason asked. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with having sex."

"Yeah, but once they did, how likely would anyone be to believe them if they didn't want to anymore?" she asked.

Jason looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean? If they said no, they meant no. Heck, there was a while where one of the girls was dating the gay girl, and they were exclusive. No big deal, although I think that might be why they broke up— she'd been one of the ones that really enjoyed the orgy parties, and I think she missed them."

Kylie shuddered, and Jason asked, "What?"

"I guess I just don't get it," she said.

"What don't you get?" he asked.

"How people can be so casual about things," she said.

"Why not?" Jason asked.

Kylie looked totally confused, and he continued. "Really, I mean, why shouldn't you? Unless you're dating somebody and monogamous, of course."

"If it matters enough to be monogamous when you're dating, shouldn't it matter enough to wait for someone special?" Kylie asked.

"Only if you want to," he said. "But, I mean, wouldn't you want to be the best lover you could be for that someone special, rather than not having a clue what to do?"

"No," Kylie responded. "I'd rather learn together. If I ever were to find someone special, I would want to make those memories with him, not leave myself with nothing new to explore with him."

Jason shook his head. "You're making an assumption, though I guess it makes sense if you've never had a lover. Okay, look. I've slept with lots of girls, right? And every single time, we had new things to explore. Every person is different. Some girls like one thing, some girls like another. Some girls like some things with one guy, but totally different things with another. There's always new things to explore. You never run out." He paused. "Hey. Make you a deal."

Kylie looked at him warily.

"Share that sandwich with me, and we can go ask Ms. Smith about this, see whether she agrees with me or you."

Kylie laughed. "You'd starve. It's fat-free cheese on diet bread." She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. It's a matter of opinion, obviously. The thing is, mine shouldn't be considered wrong just because the majority doesn't share it."

"Oh, of course not." Jason hesitated. "I guess I think it's a shame."

"Why?" Kylie asked. "I don't see any shame in not wanting to... um, do it... with just anyone."

Jason grinned. "No, not like that. Um, look, promise me you won't take this wrong?"

"Er... okaaaay?" Kylie asked.

"If I didn't know how much this all freaked you out, I might have asked you for relief this morning. You're really pretty."

Kylie almost choked on her sandwich and reached for her cup of water, blushing.

"You okay?"

"Eep! Um, yeah. Just surprised me there," she said.

"Sorry," Jason said.

"No, it's okay. There's nothing to be sorry for. Um. Thanks, I guess," Kylie said.

"Well, it was a compliment." He grinned. "What would you do, though, if you met that someone special and they weren't a virgin?"

"I don't really know," she said. "As long as I have to live in the US, that seems the most likely prospect, though. There just aren't any virgins here."

"Or what if he didn't want to be exclusive?" Jason asked. "Or she, didn't mean to assume, sorry."

"That would be harder," Kylie said. "Because it would be important to me, and if he didn't share my opinion, that'd be one thing, but... But to act on that, when he knew how I felt, would show that he wanted to sleep around more than he wanted to be with me, because he'd have to know how much it would hurt me."

"Well, yes, but you would also be cutting yourself off from things you could explore together, like you and him and another guy— that's fun, especially for the girl. Or you and him and another girl." He grinned. "That's really fun, especially if you're bi."

Kylie shifted uncomfortably. "Fun, maybe, but there are some things more important than fun."

Jason looked at her, seriously. "Like what? Look, I've had a friend or two do the committed relationship thing, even if I've never found a girl that clicked like that for me. And they still slept with other people— but there was no question they were in love. Mike and Stacy actually got married this summer— and Stacy really likes getting gangbanged. And Mike likes watching her have fun— last time, he sat and held her hand while she took on the entire team. She told me, when we talked about that once, that she'd never felt more loved in her life. I'm just trying to say that yeah, maybe it's important to you, but maybe you should put the importance on it being something you do with someone you love, and not on being exclusive, you know? Cause you're a really nice girl, and I like you, and I'd really hate for you to finally find that special person, and not be able to deal with it if, say, they were bisexual."

"Why would bisexual mean non-monogamous?" Kylie asked. "I can't see that it'd make a difference."

Jason sat down on a nearby bench and motioned her down beside him. "Well, okay. Assuming you're straight— I mean, I really don't know one way or the other— and you fell in love with a guy. But he's bisexual, like Mike, and he really likes giving blowjobs. Even if he's willing to give that up for you, would you really want to ask him to? Or if you're gay, but your girlfriend is like Stacy— bi, and really, really likes gangbangs. Wouldn't you want her to be as happy as she could be?" He paused, trying to think. "Okay. Suppose you fall in love, and the person you fall in love with loves pizza, just like you. Wonderful! But suppose they also love really, really, really hot chili, and you don't. Would you want them to never get it?"

"Different things are important to different people," Kylie said. "I could pretend to be happy that my boyfriend's living out his fantasy of being mobbed by the cheer-leading squad, and I could probably even be happy for him, except that in doing that, he would be doing something that he knew was hurting me. It would be the same as if what he really liked was beating me up. Some people really like hurting others, and to make them as happy as they can be, they need someone to hit. Maybe there are people who like to be hit, but that's not me, and I can't love someone like that."

Jason looked at her gently. "Okay, I can see that. But... I guess I'm trying to figure out why the exclusive bit is so important to you. It just doesn't make sense to me."

"It's... it's about respect. But it doesn't matter why, the fact is that it is important to me. Unless sleeping around was as important to him as not doing so is to me, then he would not be justified in doing so," she said. "And if it is that important to him, then he should not be with me."

Jason pursed his lips, nodding. "I think I see. If he slept with other people, even knowing that it was important to you that he not do so, he wouldn't respect you. Do I have it right?"

Kylie nodded, relieved. "Yes."

"And how would you feel if you found yourself attracted to someone, and he said, 'Go ahead, I don't mind. It doesn't bother me. I just want you to be happy'?" he asked.

"Worried that he would expect the same thing from me," she said.

"And if he didn't?" Jason asked.

"I don't know," she said. "I guess I'd think it was sweet, but I wouldn't want to do it."

Jason grinned a little. "And what are you going to do if the same thing happens to you that happened to my friend Jana? She fell in love with my friend Robert... and his best friend Mark."

Kylie laughed and shook her head. "I sincerely doubt that I'll fall in love with one guy, much less two. And if I were by some miracle to fall in love, I doubt I'd even look at anyone else. I'd be so busy being amazed that he existed that I wouldn't have time."

"Well, in her case she fell in love with them at the same time— by the time she realized it was happening, it was too late," Jason said.

"I'm glad," she said. "I'm not insane, Jason. I don't want everyone to be like me. I'm glad people can be different."

Jason nodded, looking at her. "I know. I'm not really trying to change you, honestly. I just, well, your attitude is pretty rare, and I'd hate for you to get hurt, you know?"

"Like I said, it's not likely to happen," Kylie said. "I'm not in any hurry. Even looking can wait until I'm out of college and back home."

Jason nodded again. "Okay." He hesitated. "I would like to know why it's so important to you, if you ever feel like telling me. But that's your business, and I'm not going to pry." He gave her a wry grin. "I'm just intrigued."

Kylie blushed and looked down at the ground. "It just is. I... really, that's all I can say."

"Hey, it's okay, you don't have to tell me," he said. "I was just curious, that's all."

"I know it's weird for here," Kylie said. "But trust me, back home, almost no one even thought anything about it."

"Where is back home, anyway?" he asked.

Kylie sighed dreamily. "Tibet. It's beautiful."

"Tibet? Wow." He grinned. "We should go eat. I should, I mean." He started to say something else, then cut himself off.

Kylie nodded, and walked to the cafeteria with him.