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Jason and Kylie, Naked in School Chapter 9

He almost made it on time. No more than a minute late, anyway.The biology teacher wasn't the type to notice, though, and just kept reading the notes that he was showing on the overhead projector.

One of the guys looked at him as he took his seat. "Late, huh?" he asked, a leer to his voice.

Jason nodded. "Yeah. I walked Kylie to her class. She's a nice girl."

Laughter. "'Nice'... is that what they're calling it these days?"

Jason shook his head. "No, really. I wouldn't sleep with her even if she asked me to— she wants someone who can be exclusive with her, who wouldn't want to sleep with anyone else. That's not me, and I wouldn't hurt her by sleeping with her anyway."

"Yeah, right. She turned you down, so you didn't want that anyway, huh? Never mind that tight, squeezable little ass or the fact that you had your hand up her cunt yesterday."

They were teasing him, joking around like they always did with each other, no different than ever, talking about girls just like they always did, but for some reason it irritated him this time.

Jason shook his head again. "No, really. If she didn't have that monogamy thing going, I'd be all over her, you know? Damn, but she's fine. But, you know, I'm not gonna be an asshole just to sleep with someone." He grinned. "I mean, why the hell should I do that when there's girls like Cristie and the cheer-leading squad around?"

"Dude... she's a virgin. You don't getter tighter than a sweet little virgin cunt. Tell her whatever she wants to hear."

Jason looked at the guy like he'd grown another head. "No way am I that kind of asshole. I don't have to lie to get the chicks."

"Whatever. Someone'll get her eventually, why shouldn't it be you?"

"Because I like her, and I want her to be happy," Jason said. "I hope she finds the guy she wants some day. Meanwhile, I'll be drilling girls like Cristie up the ass. See? We're both happy."

"Not all asses are created equal, dude. If you don't want her cherry, maybe I'll try."

Jason looked at him and shook his head. "Dude, she's a friend of mine."

"Jase, man, she's just a chick."

"Dude, she's a person. If I leave a girl with tears on her face, it's cause she came so hard." Jason smirked, and dusted his fingernails on an imaginary jacket. "Been there, done that. I don't hurt girls.""

"It wouldn't hurt her to loosen up a bit. Hell, she'd probably get over that whole hang-up."

Jason shook his head. "Nah. I've known a couple of girls who were real prudes. Kylie's different— she's really scared. Like a lot of people are about spiders. She'd just end up never having sex again. No way I want that on my conscience."

"I didn't say I was going to scare her... hell, I'm not a monster.Just see if I can get her to put out."

"Nah, that's what I meant," Jason said. "I meant that if someone was to sleep with her, and then sleep around on her or just drop her, it'd really mess her up. I don't understand it, I mean it's weird, but she really thinks that sex is something... I dunno. Sacred, almost. I don't get it, but it's real important to her."

"She'd get over it. Heck, all virgins are a little weird about their first time. Why the heck are you so weird about it all of a sudden?You fallin' in luuuuuuuv or sumthin'?"

Jason laughed. "Nah. But she's my friend, and I take care of my friends. I promised her that I wouldn't let anyone hurt her."

Another guy said, "Dude, if you don't want her, she's fair game. You know that."

He looked around. "Kylie is not fair game, got it? I'd take real offense if anyone tried to scam her into giving it up."

"Jeeze man, lighten up. A chick's a chick. They're interchangeable, you just said so yourself. She wouldn't blame you if Dave sweet-talked her into putting out. Hell, she might just jump you after he showed her she could."

"Guys, I mean it. Don't," Jason said warningly.

"Touchy touchy. I think you're spending too much time with all your blood in your dick. Fine, we'll leave your little pet alone, but you can't keep every guy in the world from wanting to lay her, you know. Especially with that tight little ass twitching down the halls."

Jason grinned. "She's not a pet, she's a friend. And thanks." He smirked. "And I'm not spending that much time with a hard on. I got two kick-ass blowjobs yesterday."

The teasing became more general as the teacher passed out Xeroxed copies of the lecture notes before the bell rang.

Jason found Kylie by her locker getting her Math books. The first thing he noticed was that her breasts were red and slightly swollen looking. Her hair was messier than he'd ever seen it, and she'd been crying, though she'd obviously made some effort to hide that particular fact. She glanced in the mirror on her locker door and started to reach for the hairbrush in her locker, then glared at her image in the mirror and closed it instead, not quite slamming it.

Jason frowned. "What happened, Kylie?"

Kylie jumped guiltily, as if she hadn't noticed him standing there."What?"

"What happened?" Jason repeated.

"What do you mean?"

"Kylie, I can see that something happened. You've been crying, and your breasts are red. What happened?"

Kylie glanced down at her breasts, then back up. "I hadn't noticed.Nothing happened that wasn't a reasonable request. I just turn red easy. Don't worry about it."

"Bullshit," Jason said. "They're swollen. Anything that leaves them swollen and red is not a reasonable request. Tell me what happened."

"Nothing happened that you have to worry about. I could have objected and I didn't. Didn't you want me to lighten up?"

"Not if it gets you hurt," Jason said, softly. "Tell me what happened, Kylie, please."

"I'm not hurt. He didn't hurt me." Kylie started walking almost angrily down the hall.

Jason followed her. "Kylie... I thought I was your friend."

"Then believe me," Kylie said. "I acceded to a request. It wasn't even a demand, he knew it might not be reasonable. So what?"

"I don't like to see my friends cry," Jason said. "If it wasn't that big a deal, why were you crying?"

"I wasn't crying about that."

"Then why were you crying?" he asked.

Kylie clenched her jaw and shook her head. "Nothing to do with the Program. I really don't want to talk about it, okay?"

Jason sighed. "Okay. You don't have to. But will you please tell me what happened to your breasts?"

Kylie looked away. "A couple of guys wanted to feel me up in the corner during warmup. I let them, they asked if they could get a little rougher, and I said okay. End of story. They didn't mean any harm, and I think they were actually kind of horrified that they'd made them that red afterwards."

Jason laid his hand on her shoulder. "Okay. I just... they were all red, and you'd been crying, and... I worried, okay? I like you."

Kylie stopped, quiet for a minute. "It's okay. Don't worry." She continued down the hall, almost oblivious to the normal pats and gropes, just stopping impatiently when one guy wanted to slide his hand up between her legs.

Jason looked at Kylie worriedly. It wasn't that she was enjoying the touches, he could clearly see that. It was as if she simply didn't care anymore.

When they reached the classroom, Kylie plopped down in her chair and pulled out her homework, plus what she did yesterday in class and went ahead and passed it forward. The teacher took it and frowned."Kylie, I haven't assigned this yet."

Kylie shrugged. "You will, though. Tell you what, if I got even one wrong, don't even tell me which one and I'll do the whole thing over again."

The teacher frowned, looking unhappy. "Alright, but... alright." She looked at Kylie oddly as she stacked the papers on her desk and began the lecture. Kylie leaned forward on her elbows, letting her hair cover her face as she leaned over her textbook.

Jason frowned a bit more, watching Kylie closely; this was one of her favorite classes, he was fairly sure, and if she didn't care about it....

She seemed to be concentrating on the book, but she didn't turn the page the entire time. After the lecture, the teacher sat down to grade papers, and a couple of minutes later, handed Kylie back the papers she'd graded, with the 100 at the top. Kylie didn't even look up at her, just mumbled, "thanks".

Jason bit his lip. Something was wrong. Maybe... no, she'd been okay that morning, so it wasn't that something had happened the night before. So what was it?

The bell rang without any apparent change, and she scooped her books up to head out into the hall. The teacher looked like she'd like to call her back, but didn't, watching her leave worriedly.

Jason followed her towards the psych classroom, watching her closely. She repeated her earlier performance in the hallway. A few people who had been enjoying petting her seemed to throughly dislike her new indifference and back off almost instantly. A few people who weren't touching her before seemed to feel okay with doing so now, and a couple of people looked as confused and concerned as Jason did.

Jason caught the teacher alone as they entered the classroom. "Something happened this morning. I don't know what it is, but she hasn't been herself since first period. Could you make up an excuse to send the two of us to the library, so that I can try to find out what happened?"

She looked over at Kylie, frowning. "I... suppose so," she said, slowly. "You'll still be responsible for your classwork. But she does have a right to privacy... if she doesn't want to talk to you...."She shrugged. "You may have to just give her some time."

Jason nodded. "I know. But maybe... and if nothing else, it'll give her some time in relative quiet to recover."

"Alright. We are starting a research project this week, and I was going to be sending pairs of you to the library anyway. I'll just move you two to the front of the list."

"Thanks."

Kylie looked at the teacher with vaguely irritated suspicion when she explained the project to the class and assigned the two of them to go to the library, but gathered her notebook and pen with a sigh and headed out the door.