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Subject: {ASSM} Jason and Kylie, Naked in School 3 (MF MFF MFM exhib orgy WS anal caution)
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Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2006 04:10:04 -0400
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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
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Kylie carefully avoided looking at Jason as he returned to his desk,
but he made a point of grinning at her as he stretched.

"You're _shameless_!" she whispered, giggling slightly.

He nodded rapidly, pleased he'd been able to make her relax, if only a
little. "Yup! It's _fun_!"

She shook her head and looked down at her desk, refusing to look at
_anyone_, and blushing brightly when he whispered, "Sure you don't
want to get some relief?"

"Well," said the teacher. "Now that we've had a most excellent example
of the mechanics of the male sexual response, we'll get back to
chapter 2, the female sexual response."

"No _way_!" whispered Kylie, almost inaudible beneath the teachers
voice.

"You might like it..." replied Jason.

Kyle just shook her head.

"Your loss," he shrugged, then opened his book to the page indicated:
a full-page close up of the female genitalia in a state of arousal.

"Of course, women vary in appearance," Ms. Smith began her
lecture. "You or your girlfriend won't necessarily show the same
symptoms of arousal to the same extent as the model in your
textbook. You have to learn the more subtle signs. Can anyone tell me
what those are?"

Jason grinned. "Heavy breathing."

She nodded. "Faster breathing, flushed skin, raised heartbeat,
hardened nipples. Of course, the first three can be caused by
exertion, and the fourth by cold, so how do you tell the difference?"

"Well," Jason said, "if my face is between her legs, she probably
hasn't been running anywhere...."

The teacher smiled. "But by that time, hopefully you've reached the
point where you should have no _doubt_ about her arousal. What we're
examining here, though, is the initial response. How do you tell if
your attentions are arousing her, or if you're boring her, or
bothering her? What sort of signs would _those_ be?"

One of the guys in the front row raised his hand. Jason recognized
him; it was the boy who'd run Kylie into the closet earlier. "I don't
know the answer, but... it seems to me that a lot of the same
responses have a lot of different meanings. If you're looking for one,
you might not realize you're really _getting_ something totally
different. It could be dangerous."

Ms. Smith nodded. "Exactly. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
between fear and arousal. Women don't have a handy lust-o-meter like
you guys do. And to complicate things further, sometimes a woman can
be afraid _and_ aroused at the same time."

Jason noticed Kylie's blush deepening as the teacher went on. "In
fact, some women get frightened _by_ their own arousal, and don't know
how to respond to it, especially if it's a new experience for
them. What do you think you should do in that case?"

David shook his head helplessly. "I don't have a clue. Leave her the
heck alone, I guess."

The teacher smiled noncommittally. "That's one answer. Anyone else?"

"Um, try to, kind of, ease her into it?" Jason asked.

A girl in the front row, a cheerleader named Becky, spoke up. "Just do
it. I mean, if she's turned on, then she'll get over the fear, right?
I say don't let her get away with acting all coy when she really wants
it." A couple of the guys nodded in agreement, but most of the other
girls looked at her like she'd grown two heads.

"That's bullshit!" Jason said, then blushed.

The teacher raised an eyebrow. "I would say, rather, that it's based
on a mistaken assumption, but I'd like to hear the basis of your
opinion, Jason."

"Well, uh, I mean... if you force her, that's rape, and she might not
ever get over it," Jason said, his face still red.

The girl in the front row turned around to face him. "If she's turned
on, it can't be rape."

"Oh, bullshit," Jason said. "It's rape if she doesn't want it. Just
cause she's turned on doesn't mean she wants to have sex -- maybe she
just wants to make out, or maybe she just wants oral sex."

"So?" Becky asked. "That counts as doing it, too. But it's that
virginal type that whines and whimpers 'oh, don't do that' while she's
dripping wet that I mean. The best thing for them would be if someone
didn't listen to them and just went on and showed them there's nothing
to be afraid of."

"Goddamn, you are one sick bitch, you know that?" Jason said. "No
means no. I tell you, I ever catch a guy pulling that shit, he'll be
lucky to walk away. Hell, he'll be lucky to walk _period_."

The teacher cleared her throat. "No threats, guys. Let's examine _why_
Becky's suggestion is wrong, shall we?"

Jason blushed again. "Sorry."

"It's important to note, and I think Becky is not aware of the fact,
that the body and the mind don't always work together. Your body can
do things that your mind is screaming in horror about. Arousal, when
you get right down to it, is a physical response. Now, it's a _good_
thing, a wonderful physical response, but we shouldn't give it too
much importance. We're not purely physical creatures, after all. Let
me give you an example." The teacher paused for a moment.

"Okay, suppose you have a girl, call her Mary. Now, Mary is allergic
to peaches. If she eats peaches, she breaks out in hives and it can
even be life-threatening. She knows this, so she avoids them. But one
day, she's eating out and suddenly realizes that the dessert she just
took a bite out of is full of peaches. The problem is that her
taste-buds -- her physical reaction -- are in rapture. It's the best
darned thing she's ever tasted. Her tongue wants her to eat and eat
and order seconds. By your logic, Becky, someone should hold her down
and pour it down her throat, because it's what her body wants. Do you
see the problem here?"

Becky hesitated. "Yeah, I guess so," she said. "But, Ms. Smith, _no
one_ is allergic to sex! Sex won't kill you, it doesn't hurt, it's
just not a harmful thing."

"But sex _can_ hurt you, Becky. Not all pain is physical." The bell
rang. "Okay, chapter three reading for homework tonight. Kylie, Jason,
stay for a moment. Don't worry, I've arranged with the gym teacher for
you to be a bit late."

"Okay," Jason said, surprised.

After the class was empty, Ms. Smith walked over and hopped up on the
desk in front of them, facing the two of them. "Okay, first off,
you're not in any trouble. I just wanted to talk to you a bit, with a
little privacy, and see how you were doing. Kylie, you don't look so
good."

Kylie shrugged and studied the grain of the desktop.

Ms. Smith frowned and tried again. "The purpose of the Program is
_not_ to traumatize you or torture you. It's to help you become more
comfortable in yourself."

Jason looked at Kylie, then at Ms. Smith. "She's not doing so
good. Sorry, Kylie, but it's the truth."

The teacher nodded. "Yes, I can see it is. Kylie, can you tell me
_why_ it bothers you so much? Maybe we can work through it."

Kylie squirmed uncomfortably. "I don't like being touched. I don't
feel safe, and I _am_ comfortable in myself; I'm _NOT_ comfortable
being forced to be something I'm not."

"You don't feel safe why?" the teacher prodded.

Kylie blinked at her, confused. "Um, because I'm _naked_ and people
are _touching_ me and I don't want them to?" She didn't add, "Well,
duh," but it was clearly implied.

"Honey, why does their attention make you feel unsafe? Do you think
someone is going to hurt you?"

"Y -- no -- I don't know. They could," Kylie said.

"But they won't. Or if they do, they always would. You can't assume
that everyone means you harm. You have to take their _intent_ into
account. Do you think the boys out there _intend_ to hurt you,
physically or emotionally?"

Kylie slowly shook her head.

"Then do you think the Program leaders and your parents intend for you
to be hurt?"

Kylie shook her head again, more slowly. "I know you don't mean to
hurt me."

Jason gave her a curious glance, wondering why she left her parents
out of the statement.

"Then, honey, can't you let yourself relax and accept the intent? If
someone _does_ touch you, or make a request with the intent of hurting
you, then that is _NOT_ a reasonable request." She looked at
Jason. "Understand? Touching because she's beautiful, looking to
admire, that's reasonable. Things intended to hurt, humiliate, or
scare her are not. It's the _intent_ that counts."

Jason nodded. "Right." He hesitated. "I wouldn't have agreed it was a
reasonable request even if the rules said it was."

Ms. Smith smiled. "Good. You seem to have a good grasp of the spirit
of the rules. Kylie, we can't take you out of the Program. We won't. I
really do think it will be good for you. But you can have all the
support you need. You have your partner to look out for you, and you
can always come talk to me or one of the counselors. That's what we're
here for. And if you need to talk about something _else_, that's okay
too. We might can help. But I want you to be thinking about not just
what bothers you, but _why_ it bothers you. You might find that the
reasons aren't as reasonable as they seemed before you examined them."

Jason hesitated, then looked at Ms. Smith. "Could I ask for a slight
change in the Program rules, at least for this week?"

"Oh?" Ms. Smith asked. 

"Well, I know we're supposed to use the locker rooms of the other sex,
but... I don't mean this bad, Kylie, I really don't, but I don't think
you'd make it if you had to be alone in the guy's locker room."

Kylie went white as a sheet. "I... I didn't think about that."

The teacher looked thoughtful as Kylie started shaking again. "I see
your point. But we can't just throw out that requirement. However... I
think we can bend it a bit. You may stay together during locker room
time. Today you will use the boy's showers, tomorrow you will use the
girls, and when you are at practice, Jason, you will shower with the
cheerleaders and the girl's track team that meets at the same
time. That should keep some of the girls from being too terribly
disappointed, anyway."

Jason grinned. "Heh. Like I'm gonna argue with that?"

"Thank you," Kylie said. "I... thanks. That will help."

Jason looked thoughtful for a second. "Hey, Kylie?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you walk to school, or ride the bus, or what?"

"I walk," she said. "We don't live far away."

"Would you feel better if I walked you to school?" Jason asked. "Home,
too, if you want to wait till after practice."

Kylie hesitated, then nodded. "Um. Yeah, to school. I can't stay
after, though. I have to get home on time."

"Okay," Jason said, nodding.

Ms. Smith smiled. "Like I said, we're _not_ trying to torture you,
Kylie. Now, you two go on to class, and I'll call ahead so the coaches
know about our arrangement. Promise you'll think about what we talked
about?"

Kylie nodded, a touch reluctantly, and Jason scooped up her books,
stacking them on top of his. "Okay, shall we?" he asked.

Kylie swallowed. "'K," she said, before following him into the
deserted halls.

"Kylie, it's okay. Really. Nobody's gonna hurt you, okay?"

Kylie shrugged, watching her feet, and Jason rested his hand on her
shoulder gently. "I promise, okay? And I keep my promises."

Kylie smiled quickly up at him. "I know."

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