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Subject: {ASSM} Jason and Kylie, Naked in School 11 (mf mff mfm rom exhib orgy ws anal caution)
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Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2006 16:10:04 -0400
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Kylie shouldered the gym door open roughly, heading straight for her
assigned warm-up spot and twisting her hair up on top of her head. It
fell down over her face, and she growled at it in frustration. A
second attempt met the same fate once she began stretching and
bending.

"Fuck it," she said, startling everyone. "I need a mirror." She
straightened and strode across the gym into the boys locker room,
oblivious to the coaches' puzzled looks.

Jason closed his eyes, sighing, then walked over to where the coaches
stood. "Can I talk to y'all for a second?"

The female coach raised an eyebrow and looked at his father, who
nodded, still frowning. "Okay, in the office," he said, opening the
door to the glass-walled coaches' office. "Keep an eye on our monkeys,
Lori?" he asked the female coach, who nodded and leaned against the
wall.

Jason followed his father into the office and stood there, not knowing
where to start. Mike sat backwards on the chair, rolling it around to
face him. "Okay, shoot."

Jason sighed. "I fucked up this morning, big time."

Mike kept one eye on the window, and Jason saw him relax
slightly for a moment before his eyes narrowed and he turned back to
Jason. "Fucked up _how_?"

"She undressed me, and I got a hard-on. On the way to class, she
apologized and said she didn't want me to think she was a tease --
apparently some people have been telling her she was a tease for
turning me on and not doing anything. I told her she had nothing to
be ashamed of, that it was a compliment, and then I fucked up. I
didn't realize it at the time. I told her that I wouldn't _want_ to
have sex with her, not because I didn't think she was beautiful or
sexy, but because I didn't want to hurt her. I told her she was
monogamous, and that was important to her, and that I'm _not_, and
that's important to _me_, and that I wouldn't lie to her and promise
something I couldn't deliver, or sleep with her even though I knew
monogamy was important to her."

He stopped to catch his breath, and Mike frowned. "O... kay?"

"When I caught up with her after first period, she wasn't
herself. Stayed that way through class. I got Ms. Smith to send us to
the library for 'research' so that I could talk to her." He took a
deep breath. "I think that what I told Kylie might have been the worst
possible thing I could have... because apparently she likes me. You
know."

Mike's mouth dropped open. "Ah. I see. And you didn't realize that she
felt that way?"

Jason shook his head. "I didn't have a clue." He took a deep
breath. "And what sucks, what really sucks, is that if she wasn't
monogamous, or I was, well, you know I've never had a steady
girlfriend."

"You could have had one anytime you wanted one, son," his father
said. "Plenty of girls out there who would have been willing to take
you on your own terms."

"I know," Jason said. "I never found one that clicked like this
before."

Mike sighed. "I don't know what to tell you, son. I wish your mother
was still around, _she'd_ know, but I never was any good at that sort
of thing. But, well... there wasn't any need for you to know this
before, but maybe it'll help. I'm monogamous. I would have been
totally impotent with any other woman once I fell in love. But _she_
wasn't, and after a while... I didn't mind." He looked out the window
again. "Hell, I don't know. At least she doesn't seem to be scared
anymore." He grinned a little bit. "_Scary_ maybe. I think she's got
the whole boys' side in abject fear of setting off whatever bomb she's
got ticking right now."

Jason turned to look. The female coach had separated the students into
two sides and passed out boffer swords. Kylie was swinging hers nimbly
and smiling almost predatorily. "Thanks," he said, sighing. "I'm
worried, though. I'm afraid she's going to do something she'll regret,
because she's upset. Or worse, someone's going to think it's
okay... after first period, in the hall, it was just like she didn't
care. About anything. It was... scary."

"Most guys aren't that stupid," Mike said. "And take a look... she's
not without friends, even if she doesn't realize it."

Kylie and one of the cattier cheerleaders had been paired off, along
with half a dozen other couples, and the rest of the kids were
gathered in loose circles around the 'dueling' pairs, watching and
waiting their turn. Three people around Kylie were frowning as they
watched her swipe viciously at the blonde. Two of them he didn't
really recognize -- was the girl in her band class? -- but Steve was
looking more than a little angry.

"She's _fast_, too. Damn!" Mike said, admiringly. "This school needs a
fencing team."

"Dad, I had to talk a couple of the guys out of just pretending to
like her to get her cherry. They'd take advantage of that in a
heartbeat -- well, not the guys I talked out of it, but the
others...."

"Do you think _she's_ that stupid, then, son?" his father asked.

"No," Jason said. "But I think she's that upset. She was talking about
just wanting to get it over with, about being tired of caring about
her virginity and how maybe it would be better if someone just took
it. She wasn't serious -- at least, I don't _think_ she was. But she
might not realize that some guy's not sincere, and then I'd have to
kill him."

"Jase, you can't live her life for her. Especially not if you have no
claim on her."

"I know," Jason said. He looked miserable. "But I don't want her to
get hurt because of me." He looked away. "I promised her I wouldn't
let anyone hurt her..." he said, softly.

"Jase... son... you can't save people from themselves. Even if you
could, it wouldn't be right to do so. However much it hurts you, you
have to let them make their own choices, even if you don't understand
them, even if you don't approve. Whether you're a friend, lover, or
parent, you have to let them choose," Mike said.

Jason sighed. "I know. I know. I'm just... afraid."

"Being afraid is what... caring... is all about."

Jason looked out at Kylie. "I didn't mean to hurt her."

Mike sighed. "I know. You're a good kid, Jase. You wouldn't hurt
anyone on purpose. We all make mistakes. Don't beat yourself up
about it. I'll have a word with a couple of the senior boys who I
know are good guys. They'll watch out for her." 

Kylie swept the blonde's feet out from under her, landing the girl on
her generous posterior with a thump. The blonde screeched, dropped her
sword and started up at Kylie with fingers outstretched in
claws. Kylie grinned, tossed the sword aside, and leapt. The female
coach blew her whistle and ran forward, and the crowd moved to
separate the two girls.

"Shit! Maybe someone needs to watch out for the _other_ girls until
she snaps out of it! C'mon!" Mike said.

The blonde's hair was straggling in her face and she had claw marks on
her cheeks. Kylie was scrabbling at the arms holding her and
kicking. There were bite marks on Steve's arm, now carefully moved low
enough that she couldn't reach it. She was cussing in Tibetan and her
eyes were flashing green. A large bruise was blossoming on her ribs
where the blonde got in a solid hit before they were separated.

Jason whistled quietly. "Holy shit."

"She's fucking insane!" the blonde screamed, cowering. 

"Yeah, well _you_ attacked _her_," someone muttered. 

Kylie hissed, her accent thick enough that most people weren't going
to be able to make out the words, "I'll put _you_ on the table,
bitch. Roasted! Nice and plump and tender! Fucking LET ME GO!"

Jason stared at her, and she glared back. Maybe at him, maybe at the
world, he wasn't sure, but this was what he'd been afraid of since
he'd seen her after first period.

He had a tendency to take the easy classes, and he'd been lucky enough
to go to schools which offered psychology as an elective, so he knew
that if you suppress your emotions long enough, something would
give. Something had to, eventually. And he was terribly afraid that
she had something _to_ repress.

Coach Lori had the blonde, Candy, in her office. Jason's father was on
the phone, talking very softly. He nodded and hung up, and walked back
over to the group.

"Can they let you go now, Miss Reed?" he asked Kylie, who'd calmed
down some, but still looked rather wild.

She snarled something in Chinese, and then slumped, seeming to deflate
a bit. She nodded.

The boys holding her slowly and cautiously released her, backing away
rapidly. She turned to glare at them and caught sight of the smaller
boy's bruised cheek and Steve's bitten arm, and paled. "Oh... oh
no... I'm so sorry!"

They watched her worriedly. "It's okay," Steve said. "What got into
you, anyway?"

"I... I... ohhhhh, god, I'm sorry!"

Mike looked at her, clearly at a loss. "Miss Reed... Kylie...." She
started crying, and he looked totally helpless.

"It's okay, Mike, I'll take her to the principal's office," Dr. Rourk
said, walking in the door. "Kylie?" he called, quietly.

She looked up, sniffing. "I... I'm sorry!"

"I know," he said, nodding. "But there are rules. You'll have to come
to the office now." She nodded, looking defeated, and he looked at
Mike. "Send the other one along when she's cleaned up. Which one
started it?"

"Candy did, sir," the little geek boy said, and there were murmurs of
agreement. "She was needling Kylie all through warmup, and when Kylie
got a good move in with the sword, she attacked her."

"Mmm. Thank you. Kylie, come along now." Not ungently, Dr. Rourk put a
hand on her shoulders and guided her out of the gym.

Several people were looking Jason speculatively, or in a few cases
angrily, and he couldn't bring himself to challenge them. It _was_ his
fault, after all.

Mike clapped his hands. "Okay, people! Show's over! Back into your
groups now."

Jason walked over beside Steve, who was giving him a nasty
look. Taking a deep breath, he said, quietly, "Life sucks. Look, I'm
not going to get into it, you can ask her if you want the details, but
yeah, I'm probably responsible for the way she feels right now, but
not like that. I didn't do anything to hurt her intentionally, okay? I
was trying to make her feel better about something, and I said the
wrong thing, and... well, I don't know how to fix it, or I would."

Steve looked at him, disgusted. "How could you possibly fuck someone
up that bad in one freakin' day?"

Jason shook his head. "It wasn't what I said that caused the problem,
it's what happened because of it. Look, I'm not going into details,
because those are hers to share, if she wants. You can ask her, and
tell her I said she can tell you whatever she wants, but I'm not going
to break her confidence."

Steve sighed. "Fine. Though she looked pretty fucking broken to me,
already. Candy did deserve to be knocked on her obnoxious little ass,
but Kylie doesn't deserve to have to deal with whatever they decide to
punish her with. Look...." He stopped, obviously unsure how to say
what he was thinking.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Steve ran an hand through his hair. "Look, there's not many things
that'll upset a girl enough to turn her into that kind of little
spitting demon. I might just be inferring something that's not true
here, but... can I assume you're not interested in her? As more than a
friend?"

Jason looked at Steve for a long time, trying to decide whether or not
to trust him. Finally, he slowly shook his head. "No, I _am_
interested in her. And that's the problem. She's monogamous. I'm
not. It'd never work." He closed his eyes briefly. "Dammit."

Steve winced. "Ouch. Yeah, that would hurt. But I don't think she
_could_ relax about that, not yet. Look, the reason I asked is,
well... I am too. Very much so. I don't mean to twist the knife, man,
but...." He shrugged. "I didn't realize she was just _shy_ before. I
thought she was just, y'know, stuck up."

Jason sighed, closing his eyes again. "Yeah. I'm not surprised you
like her." He gave Steve a wry smile. "If she'd go for it, I'd be okay
with sharing. I wouldn't expect _her_ to be monogamous either, you
know?"

"I honestly don't care either way," Steve said, shrugging again. "I
don't have to have exclusivity, but I don't have to have variety,
either. Hell, I wouldn't even mind letting her play the field while I
just watched and waited. But I don't think she's like that. I guess
what I'm getting at is, if she won't go for it, how do you feel about
her choosing someone else?"

Jason looked at the far wall. "Like hell, of course. But I wouldn't
stop her. I want her to be happy."

Steve nodded guiltily. "'K. Sorry, dude. If you change your
mind... just say the word and I'll back off and give you first shot."

Jason managed to look at him. "It's okay. I'd rather have her happy
with you than unhappy with me. And right now... I don't think she
could be happy with me. We'll have to be friends, that's
all. Friends."

Steve flinched. "Dirty word, that."

"Tell me about it," Jason said. "Why the hell is it that the first
girl I've ever wanted to be more than friends with I can't?"

"Life sucks, then you die, just about sums it up," Steve said, shaking
his head. "I'm up. I hate these damned things. See you at practice."

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