Thread: Sexual Education (Malin and Skittish Butterfly)

Lori Hoskins was muttering under her breath as she dragged the heavy suitcase off the bus and down the long driveway toward the ornate gate. Her slender arms were tired from the effort by the time she reached the guard shack, and she was even more annoyed by the realization that, heavy as it was, the suitcase held all the possessions she had left for the next year now that her mother had finally done it, finally shipped her off so she wouldn't have Lori underfoot anymore. She pushed the button to call a guard to let her in and waited, brushing a long lock of straight black hair back out of her eyes and redoing her pony tail in the bright pink hair band. Even this early in the morning she was already hot and felt a trickle of sweat run down between her small breasts under her plain white blouse. She'd tried to dress neutral for the new school since she had no idea what to expect. A mini-skirt and belly shirt to show off her slender fit figure like back home before she'd met Rob was too risky for a first day. But she didn't go for Sunday finery either, not sure what would count as pretentious without having any idea what kind of girls were here and how they would look at a newcomer. It would take time but she'd figure it out. Lori had done it enough times already, weathered the life of the outsider in one school after another before her discipline problems would catch up with her. She'd even made the successful transition to popular in-crowd in her last school and was actually doing well, or at least not behaving in a way that made her think she'd be shipped off to a place like this. There were two guards in the shack and it looked like another walking a dog and Lori was a little surprised there was so much security, more even than her inner city high school. She was used to the metal detector wand and the leering eyes of the mall cop reject who checked her out every morning before letting her into the building, the inspection having gotten even more annoying once she'd finally made cheerleading squad and worn her uniform on Mondays and Fridays. Most of the girls in school new that Herb the Perv liked to use the wand the most on the slender girls with long legs, and her new boyfriend Rob always told her she fit that profile to a t. She was going to miss Rob, now two states away. They'd said they would write and see each other at vacation, but she felt the fear deep inside that he would never wait. There were too many other cheerleaders, girls with money even, and big breasts and fluffier hair. Girls who were there in their regular school where he could see them everyday, while she was going to be here at Hogwarts, or whatever this stupid live in school was called. It was her only consolation -- maybe being at a livein school would help her focus, or at least look good on her college applications if it had a fancy name like those posh British Harry-Potter-Style places or if her recommendations were all from teachers who called themselves professor. Truth be told, though, as the giant guard -- way taller even than Lori's 5'9 and certainly far beefier and muscular than her wispy figure -- finally came to let enter the gates, she had no idea at all what she was walking into. Her mom had just told her she was transferring to a new school, a sleepover school. Funny, though, as she walked around the turn in the path once on the grounds and caught site of the main building, it didn't look exactly like the cheap place she'd assumed her mother would ditch her in. It almost looked decent. Run down around the edges maybe and not ornate but Lori could definitely imagine there was money involved. Lori didn't want to know who her mother had slept with or blackmailed or robbed to pay for this -- it couldn't be a scholarship -- but she felt her spirits lifting just a bit. She wouldn't have to tiptoe around her whore of a mother and Randy her new mean live-in boyfriend. And this place might actually be the start of some kind of future for Lori, maybe even college. She felt the weight of the heavy door as she pulled it open after it finally unlocked with an electric buzz. She entered the main hall, the door closing with a solid thud behind her, the quiet electric buzz confirming it was electronically locked and some guard watching a video monitor somewhere must have buzzed her in. With all this security they must have some valuable stuff here. Lori smiled to herself as she walked down the long hall, pulling out her smartphone to look up the contact info. Mr. Lee, room 108. Hmm, not a professor, but maybe that was only on the letterhead. The hall was quiet and she heard her low heels clicking and echoing off the immaculately polished tiles. 102... 106... 108... here we go. She pulled open the door to find a mostly empty room, just one adult in the room, probably Mr. Lee since he was behind a desk that had a Mr. Lee sign sitting on it. The man, Mr. Lee, looked up at the sound of her exertion as she dragged her big suitcase in behind her. He didn't look that different than the teachers in her old school, kind of normal even. What had she expected? Dumbledore? Hi, I'm Lori Hoskins, a new student. I'm transferring in. I have the confirmation numbers and stuff on my phone if you need it. And, uh, can I maybe drop this suitcase someplace before class starts? Like, I get my own room right? She looked around the room, trying to get a sense for how it compared to all the other rooms she'd only vaguely paid attention in over the years, trying to look for signs of what subjects were taught and how serious it would be.