#forestridge2

when cleo awakens, her car has arrived at the gate of the school. she opens her eyes to see the enormous building that looks almost like a castle to her. it's a long walk from the gate to the first entrance, surrounded by gardens, trees, fountains and statues. the pathway has bits of moss growing at the cobblestone edges, tiny purple, pink and blue flowers blooming as the grass near the gate becomes overgrown. the building itself is made of expensive brick, the door made of a dark wood that cleo can tell just by the look of it that it costed thousands of dollars by itself. she feels this childlike surge of imagination flow through her head, picturing herself as a princess arriving to her castle. she has a smile plastered on her face when she says goodbye to her father and the gate opens for her.

when she makes it to the door, it opens for her, a tall, middle-aged, pale woman emerging to welcome her. the woman's eyes sparkle blue and her hair is shined an ivory blonde. a few freckles lay on her nose, and her lips are blushed pink.

"hello," the woman greets cleo with a warm smile. "you must be ms. swift! my name is mallory delle, but you can call me mrs. delle. i'm the founder and principal of this school. please, do come in!" the woman's voice is soft with a slight washington accent that makes her even sweeter. cleo enters with a shy smile on her lips, holding her hands behind her back.

"mhm, i'm ms. swift, but you can call me cleo." cleo is about as cute as a kitten, causing mrs. delle to giggle and grin, her eyes crinkling up at the corners.

"well, then, cleo," a man's voice speaks from behind cleo. it's deep and crisp, and sounds like sex on its own. of course, cleo simply thinks it's handsome. she turns to look at him and realizes how tall the man is. he stands almost 7 feet. he's muscular yet built slim. his eyes shine an apple green and his skin is even paler than mrs. delle's. his face is proportioned perfectly, and cleo assumes God sculpted his cheekbones with marble. his lips are pink and thin, and his eyebrow raises at her in a slight smolder. his hair rests at his shoulders, long and black, not to mention curly. another thing that cleo notices is that there's no wedding band on both his ring fingers.

"my name is loki. loki laufeyson, but you have special rights to first name terms." he winks at cleo and she almost falls to her knees. his accent is barely british, slightly english, and mostly cleo-doesn't-even-know-but-she-loves-it.

"loki's my assistant principal. he's going to show you to your room so you can unpack and rest. today is the first day, so we won't have any classes, but there are clubs, and you can get to know your classmates!" mrs. delle smiles. "i have work to do, so i'll be on my way." she turns on her heels and heads off, her shoes gently clicking against the hardwood floor.

"shall i show you to your room?" loki asks, tilting his head to the side. cleo nods, staring at his chest rather than his face. he puts a hand on her waist and they head upstairs to the dorms.

at her door, which happens to be room 113, loki pulls her key out of his pocket and takes it off the chain. he hands it to her and lets her unlock the door herself, which she does with shaky hands. the heavy door barely croaks when open, and her room smells fresh. as she walks inside, the room is quite large. the walls are a clean ivory white and the floors are a matching wood to the outside. there's a king bed, a shelf, a drawer and a desk, each of them wooden. there's a counter and a mini fridge as well as a microwave and a few cabinets on top and bottom. the door to the bathroom is lighter than the door to the actual room, and it's completely marble inside. "because we strongly believe in privacy, our students each have their own personal rooms. i expect that you'll decorate this one to your own needs." loki says. "you can replace the desk and the shelf if you'd like. you can also add couches, a tv... there's enough space, i believe."

cleo smiles at him and sits on her bed, patting the space next to her. when loki sits, their shoulders brush and the bed sinks under his weight. "i love it." she tells him.

"i'm happy you do." he smiles back, moving a bit of hair from her face. "there are only a few rules. you shouldn't be out of your room after 10PM and you should refrain from making noise after then. you must keep your door locked at all times when you're inside and outside of your room. if you lose the key, we will gladly give you another. if you are moving furniture into your room, you must notify me or mrs. delle first. sounds good?" loki looks at her, his voice kind.

"sounds great." she grins at him sweetly and leans on him a bit.

"i should let you rest, then," he speaks softly and gently strokes her inner thigh. cleo leans on him heavier, and can't resist the urge...

i shouldn't do this, should i? cleo thinks to herself. but the wetness between her legs rubbing against her underwear tells her she should. her hand slides ontop of loki's that's rested on her thigh and her lips brush on his ear. "but i'm not tired..." she whispers to him, and he does what she didn't expect— he turns to her and presses his lips to hers.

it's cleo's first kiss, but she decides right then and there that she won't ever kiss anyone else but loki. his lips brush onto hers first, but slowlier he deepens the kiss with added pressure, and she doesn't know how to respond. she puckers her lips slightly and lets him do the work. she notices his hand gripping her waist, and he eventually lays her higher onto the bed and gets on top of her.

she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he slides his hand up her shirt, groping at her bra, while the other holds her waist. eventually he pulls her bra down her chest until it sits at her waist. he doesn't hesitate to rip her shirt open but he doesn't bother to slide it off her, not wanting to break the kiss. her breasts are exposed now, and when he leans down to kiss her neck, cleo's mind fills with regret and thoughts of how she needs to get married first before kissing anyone. the young girl herself barely even knows what sex is besides being taught that it needs to be had in order to produce a child.

her thoughts are interrupted by the pressure of his crotch between her legs and she gasps, squeaking at the slight pain. she brings one hand to her lips and chews on her index finger as his lips find their way to between her breasts and around her nipples. he tears her bra off of her and tosses it to the side of the bed, her shirt still on and torn at the chest.

he slows down when his head finds its way to the hem of her skirt, and her pushes her legs up to fold her knees. but by now, cleo is crying. fear of betraying her parents and her God fills her mind and she closes her legs, trying her best to hide her face. loki ignores this, opening her legs again. she closes them, shaking her head now, trying to tell him how she's christian between sobs. she feels his hands grip her thighs and force them open, so she lets him, giving up. if this is going to happen, it's going to happen, whether she wants to or not.

she cries harder when she feels his fingers slowly slip her panties down to her knees. she's choking on her sobs, afraid, not even knowing what he's going to do to her. she hears his hums and squeezes her eyes shut, trying to close her legs again but this time he holds them open.

"why do you cry, darling?" he asks her softly, and his hand is on her inner thigh, awfully close to her pulsing, fresh pink clit. it almost smells like flowers.

"i... i..." she wipes her tears, and he gives her a second to get herself together. "my step mommy... told me to wait... to get married first..." she sobs again, and he squeezes one of her hands, but his other hand is still there on her thigh. "and i don't wanna go to hell," she cries, innocence spilling down her cheeks. "and my friend told me it hurts, and i don't want it to hurt.." she sobs again, gulping and intertwining her fingers with the hand that squeezes hers.

"you're afraid?" he asks, and she nods, still crying. "don't be afraid, little one, it's supposed to hurt. it's a good kind of hurt." he tells her, but she doesn't believe him. he moves his hand away from her thigh, and she sighs with relief deeply, until she hears the buckle of his belt come loose. she closes her eyes as he turns her over and he pushes one of her legs up. she feels the tip of his finger slide along the lip of her pulsing entrance. "you cry and fight, kitten, but your body disagrees. you pulse and you wet yourself, you crave me inside you..."

she cries more, burying her face in the pillow. she doesn't moan when he plays with her clit but instead she chokes and sobs harder, even more afraid now. his chest is against her back. he brings his finger to his lips and sucks on it, tasting the gooey fluid that comes out of her. "you taste so good, my little girl," he whispers to her. "open your leg higher and let me slide inside you, darling,"

"i don't want to, please, i don't want to," she shakes her head, pushing her leg back down. and to her surprise, he stops, he kisses her shoulder and she hears his belt buckle again.

"it's alright, then, dear," he kisses the back of her ear now. "we'll do it when you're ready," he purrs to her, and she soothes her own crying, though she assumes that when she's ready is whenever he decides that she's ready.

that evening he pulls off his shirt and they lay together in bed. she falls asleep in his arms, but eventually he leaves her, and she's too tired to get up and change her clothes or have a shower, so she pulls all her clothes off and gets under the covers.