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Jason and Kylie, Naked in School Chapter 8

The next morning, Kylie arrived just a couple of minutes after he did. She looked like she could have reasonably gotten away with calling in sick, with dark circles under her eyes and a distinct lack of energy in her step.

"Hey— you okay?" Jason asked.

"Didn't sleep very well," Kylie said. "I think I'm going to pass out on my piccolo."

"Probably want to avoid that. Ready to get naked?" he asked.

"Of course not. But there's no avoiding it, anyway."

"Anything I can do to help?" he asked, ignoring the suggestions from the waiting audience.

Kylie shivered and shook her head. "I'll get over it. I'd better."

"You sure?" Jason asked. "Would it be easier if I undressed you?"

Kylie blushed as the crowd shouted their delighted approval. "Um. I don't know...."

Jason rested his hands on her shoulders. "Do you trust me?"

She swallowed hard, then nodded quickly.

"Okay. Look at me," Jason said. "Don't pay any attention to anything else, just me." He began to undress her, carefully, moving slowly so that she knew where his hands were, and where they were going, at all times. "I'm not going to hurt you." He slipped her blouse off of her shoulders. "You're okay."

Kylie started to shake, but took a deep breath, and kept her eyes on his face.

"You're safe," he said, kneeling down to unzip her skirt. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She put her hands on his shoulders for balance as she stepped out of her skirt, leaning forward so that the smooth skin of her stomach brushed his forehead. He automatically placed a light kiss on the skin under his lips, pulling back when she gasped but still noticing the way her stomach rippled as she shivered.

"Sorry," he said. "Force of habit."

"It's okay," she said, looking at him oddly, and her fingers tightened slightly on his shoulders.

He smiled, reaching up to tug her panties down, and she shivered again, tensing slightly before stepping out of them. He leaned forward to kiss her clit, but stopped himself just as she caught her breath.

He looked up at her, wondering whether she wanted him to kiss it, and leaned forward, keeping eye contact. She licked her lips, taking a deep breath, but made no motion to stop him, and when his lips brushed her clit her eyes flew wide and she gasped, hands squeezing his shoulders tightly before she stepped back, blushing, to the applause of the crowd.

Jason grinned at her, then stood. "Okay, now you undress me."

Kylie blushed at the wolf-whistles and hoots of encouragement, as if she'd forgotten that the crowd was there, and whispered, "Okay," as she reached for him hesitantly.

She tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and half-way up his stomach, hands shaking, then stepped forward to push it up further, inadvertently pressing up against him as she tried unsuccessfully to reach up and around his shoulders to pull it over his head. She stepped back quickly when her nipples brushed his chest. "Um."

The crowd laughed, someone calling "Get a step ladder!", and Jason grinned, pulling the shirt over his head.

"I didn't think about that," he said.

Kylie swallowed hard, looking at the ground, and one of his teammates said, "Shoulda just picked her up. Taking it off yourself is cheating."

"Damn," Jason said, shaking his head. "I didn't think of that. Maybe next time." He squeezed Kylie's shoulder gently.

She bit her lip for a moment, then reached for his jeans. For a second, she fought with them, apparently attempting to unfasten them without accidentally touching the skin beneath, but they were tight enough that this was a hopeless thing.

Finally, she gave up, and slipped her little fingers in the waistband, pulling it out enough to unfasten the button, the back of her hand pressed against his stomach.

His erection was impossible for her to miss as she drew the zipper down along it, and her cheeks were flaming red as she had to get down on her knees to peel the tight jeans down his thighs.

She stood up as he stepped out of them, the front of her body brushing along him, and her hands shook as she reached for the waistband of his underwear. The elastic hung on the head of his cock, not sliding down smoothly.

"Easy," he whispered. Her breathing was fast and ragged, and he could see her heartbeat jiggling her breasts.

She nodded, and carefully tugged the waistband, easing it over the head of his cock. It stuck on the way down, the elastic having too much friction against the outward pressure of his erection, and she stopped, not wanting to hurt him but not sure how to avoid it.

"Just pull out the elastic and push it in a little," he whispered.

Her stomach muscles tightened, and she gave a tiny nod. Running her finger beneath the elastic, she slid it between the band and his cock, tugging the fabric with her other hand while she pressed him back with the first.

Someone in the crowd muttered, "Is it just me, or is it seriously hotter when it's a virgin?", and Jason frowned, making a note to watch for the people making such comments.

Kylie froze, her eyes locked on his face. "Did I hurt you?"

Jason shook his head, saying quietly enough that only she could hear him, "No, I was annoyed by that idiot."

She looked at him, obviously puzzled, and he realized that she hadn't heard a thing. Then she smiled quickly, nervously, and looked down, realized what she was looking at, and closed her eyes. She licked her lips and returned to the job at hand, sliding the tight band the rest of the way down and off, kneeling down to remove them, not realizing that her hair slid along his cock as she did so.

She opened her eyes and froze, seeing his cock just inches from her face. She stood up and backed away, very slowly, her eyes never leaving it until the first bell rang and she jumped, startled, her eyes sliding up to Jason's face. A lot of the tension seemed to leave her, and she blinked and shook her head a little, as if shaking off an unpleasant daydream.

Jason grinned at her. "Want me to walk you to class?"

"Oh! Um, you better not. You'll be late."

"So?" Jason shrugged.

Kylie looked at him, scandalized. "You can't just be late all the time!"

Jason shrugged again. "Those your books?"

"I'm just dumping them in my locker," she said. "My pipe's already at the band-hall."

"Okay. Shall we?" he asked.

Kylie shook her head, smiling. "I shouldn't... but I don't want to walk out there by myself."

"C'mon, then."

The band-hall was across the student parking lot, a separate building from the rest of the school. The easiest way to get to it was to thread their way through the various cars and huge-ass trucks across the gravel parking lot, many of which were taller than Kylie.

"Was it easier?" Jason asked as they walked.

"Um, I guess so," she replied. "It was easier to ignore being watched, anyway."

"Glad I could help, then," Jason said, grinning. "I hope undressing me wasn't too hard."

Kylie blushed furiously. "Sorry!"

"About what?" he asked, puzzled.

"I didn't mean to, um... I never... ohhhhhh!"

"You didn't mean to what?"

"To, um, bother you," she said.

"Bother me how?" Jason asked, really puzzled now.

"You... I... Never mind!"

Jason looked at her, "No, really— I want to know. You didn't bother me at all."

Kylie squeezed her eyes closed and nearly ran into a parked car. She stopped, leaning against the hood, and put her hands over her face. "I think talking about these things is almost worse than being naked!"

"Um, Kylie, are you okay?" he asked.

"No! I'm embarrassed! And I did it to myself!" she said.

"Okay. I'm totally lost here."

She shook her head. "You didn't do anything. I'm just confused."

"Okay," Jason said. "Well, why did you think you'd bothered me?"

"Your... reaction."

"Oh!" he said. "No, I wasn't frowning at you. Somebody said something stupid."

Kylie wouldn't look at him. "That's not what I meant," she mumbled.

"Oh— you mean my hard-on?" he asked.

She moaned inarticulately, and he said, "Kylie, look at me."

"I can't," she mumbled.

"Sure you can. C'mon, look at me."

"Please, please, I can't. I'm so embarrassed," she said.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about. Really. Look at me."

She peeked up at him from behind her hair.

"Kylie, the fact that you gave me a hard-on is a compliment, okay?It means I think you're beautiful and sexy. There's nothing to apologize for— you should be proud of it!"

She buried her face again and mumbled something.

"Hmm?" he asked.

Kylie mumbled again and shook her head.

"I can't hear you," he said.

She turned her head and almost glared at him. "I said I'm not a... a... what they call me."

"A what?" he asked.

She moaned again, turning her face back away.

"Kylie, you don't have to be embarrassed around me."

"Have to be or not, I am," she said.

"You don't have to tell me," he said. "But I'd like to know."

Kylie sighed. "I shouldn't have said anything. I just... with what people are saying... I didn't want you to think... shit."

"Kylie? It's okay," he said. "Really. What don't you want me to think?"

She took a deep breath. "That I was a... a tease."

Jason blinked, confused. "A tease? Huh? Kylie, I've known teases. And you are not a tease. You aren't even close."

"But you... I made you... um..." She blushed.

"You made me hard? Well, yeah. Like I said, you're beautiful and sexy. But being beautiful and sexy doesn't make you a tease."

Kylie shrugged awkwardly. "It's just what people are saying." She pushed away from the car and started walking across the parking lot again, avoiding his eyes.

He caught up with her easily. "Well, you aren't a tease, and you can tell those people I said so. And I'd know." He frowned. "What is it these people are wanting you to do?"

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. "You're the one they say I'm teasing, mostly. They say... um... that it's not fair not to... uh... you know... after you've been so nice to me."

"To not what? Sleep with me?" Jason moved around in front of her and crouched down. "Look, Kylie, I really like you. And I really do think you're beautiful and sexy. But I don't really want to have sex with you. If you wanted to just have sex and be friends, yeah, in a heartbeat! But that's not what you want. You want someone who'd be monogamous with you, and I don't think I could. And I'm not the kind of asshole who'd sleep with you anyway knowing that. I promised I wouldn't hurt you, remember?"

Kylie stepped back away from him and looked at the ground. "I know. I remember. I wasn't saying I wanted anything from you. You just asked what they were saying. I told you."

Jason reached out and took her hand, tugging her close. "Well, you aren't. And Kylie? If you didn't want to be exclusive, or I was the kinda guy who could be exclusive, I'd really wish that you wanted to have sex with me— because I would want to have sex with you."

Kylie stepped back again, pulling away. "Well, I do, and you can't, so... best not to even think it." She stepped around him and started walking quickly towards the building.

"I know," he said, catching up to her. "But, hey, doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?"

She gave him a weak smile. "Right."

"And if they give you any shit about being a tease, you refer them to me."

"I can take care of myself," she said. "You don't have to try to protect me from everything."

"I know, Kylie," he said. "But they're using me to make you feel bad, and I don't like that."

She shrugged. "Don't worry about it." She stopped at the band-hall door and turned to him. "Really. It's not a big deal. Go on, you've got to get to class."

He grinned at her. "All right. See ya!" He took off jogging towards his classroom.