Diving into a New School Year (part 6.5): Secretaries and Success![M23 F20 F28 3F18 5F21][felt-up][flashing][juices][kissing]

Previously On— Diving into a New School Year: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 5.5, Part 6.0 (the story and characters are fictional—I think. College life seems a little hazy to me even though I graduated top of my class.)

--DEAN GATES'S OFFICE--

I walk into Dean Gates's Flamboyant Office, and the shiny oak walls are more glistening than Peachy Squeezes' pussy. I sit down behind the Dean's desk in the Dean's chair.

After shutting the door,

Dean Gates rushes to his desk. Sitting before it, he takes some of the tissues off the desktop and cleans his hand. He looks up and sees me sitting in his chair, with his feet on his desk.

"Dean, how can I help you?"

"Get your ass out of my chair." says the Dean.

We quickly trade chairs amid the Dean's disgust and my humor as I grab a few tissues from the desktop while sitting in front of it.

"Boy, this is the first day in class, and you have already caused more problems and loss of money to this institute of higher learning than most institutions see in their whole existence."

"Well, I'm an overachiever, Dean. As you mentioned before, the test I took at this institution of higher learning during my freshman year even confirms that."

"Shut up, boy!"

I can tell the Dean is pissed, and he points to the large HD television screen he has on his office wall—he turns it on.

"Do you recognize this girl?"

I look at the screen and see a picture of Cheryl Wise—the lovely freshman I helped introduce to her first year in college, making her part of my first-day morning ritual.

"Yes, I believe her name is Cheryl Wise."

"Do you, being an overachiever, know who her parents are?"

"I'm not sure, but is her mom as hot as she is?"

The Dean is so pissed off he throws a newspaper at me.

"Her parents are alumni and the two largest financial investors we have at the school," yells Dean Gates.

"She does have a tasteful richness to her."

The Dean changes the pictures on the screen.

"Do you know her?" says the Dean

"Her name is Mia. She is a brilliant freshman."

"Her test scores do agree, but the video i found online of her this morning in the food court once again pissed off our alumni and our largest financial investor. Do you know why?"

"I can think of several reasons off the top of my head, but probably because she is their daughter's roommate," I answer in a gameshow-type way, like, am i getting extra points?

The Dean shakes his head in disgust, completely fed up with me.

"I will not review the other disasters you did with Dr. Fisher today, which will cause her divorce. Ren, you are expelled from school, have your belongings out of your dorm room, and vacate the school campus by midnight. Now leave my office! You are no longer a student here!"

I have nothing to say, so I stand up, walk to the door, and leave the Dean's Office.

--DEAN GATES'S OFFICE LOBBY--

I walk past Angela, and she looks at me sadly. Dean Gates is right behind me.

"Ms. Stanton, will you please prepare the paperwork for Ren to sign for his student expulsion and his dorm and campus grounds evictions?" Dean Gates looks at me in disgust, walks back to his office, and shuts the door.

Angela is sorting through the file cabinet drawers, getting the paperwork for me to sign, and then putting it on her desk.

Angela asks,

"Would you like me to explain each part of the paperwork, or would you like to read it over? "

"Does it make any difference?"

I stand up and reach across the desk to sign the paperwork. Angela bends over as I go for the paperwork, ensuring her lips are a hair's length from my ear.

"Underneath that paperwork you are signing is another blank copy of the same forms. Take them and give them to Amy. I am sure Amy and I can find some way out of this for you," says Angela.

I take the paperwork like Angela asks, smile at her, and say, "Peachy, I am not sure there is."

She walks around the desk, kisses me, and says, "Please give the forms to Amy." She puts my hand up the inside front of her skirt. "Your visits to The Deans Office make my working for the dick head worth it."

"Thank you—"

--OUTSIDE THE GATES BUILDING--

I leave The Gates Building wondering if this means I am going to have to settle for a crappy cheap corporate job that makes me part of the gears-turning society with a woman that is probably so depressed that she is halfway to being an alcoholic and sex is something that happens in our relationship once every two weeks, or if I am lucky or it's a holiday or it's my birthday during that two weeks I might get it twice.

I walk down the stairs to the walkway, and three female freshman students are standing next to each other, wearing t-shirts, shorts, and tennis shoes. The T-shirts say SAVE REN in big letters on them. I am on the verge of thinking it might be about a whale named Ren until I see them lift their t-shirts. They are braless showing their titties—they are so hot that anyone will believe in their cause. Even though I am still depressed, I walk over to each of them and kiss them on their cheek and sign SAVE REN on their titties with a Sharpie.

As I walk away, I notice a group of five female senior students that are wearing lesbian activist t-shirts that walk up to the three female freshmen and want to sign their titties—I know what you might be thinking, but last year I helped those students raise a few thousand dollars for their group and—.

--THE CAMPUS COFFEE HOUSE--

I open the door to the surprisingly small Campus Coffee House. Even though I am depressed and thinking of my life barreling down a hill at full speed with no option of stopping, I see Amy sitting at the table that I won as a door prize at a party last year—that's a fun story in itself, which will die with me losing my college status.

I approach Amy, sitting at the table, and slide into the booth, for which I paid extra to have cushioned seats. She, being the wonderful person—she is, slid me over a coffee—black as night, only sweetened by the taste of monk fruit.

Before I take a drink of the night so dark, resting in a coffee cup, thinking my life is even darker, I look into Amy's eyes and smile.

"Why do you not go on dates that often," I say.

"I am waiting for the right person," she says, smiling back.

We pause for a few seconds, and I say, "Oh, Angela wanted me to give you these," I take the forms out of my pocket and slide them across the table.

Amy starts flipping through the forms and says, "Holy Shit!!! Dean Gates is being serious."

"I think he has me beat on this one, claiming what he has is a one-day disaster."

Amy is still flipping and reading through the forms, "You do realize you can argue his claims, right."

Amy looks at me, realizing I understand his claims are true.

"Let me get with Angela and see what we can come up with, ok?"

"The clock is ticking—I am short on the number of hours I have before the campus does not exist to me."

"I understand. Trust me, Ren."

"I always trust in you," I say as I watch her flip through the forms.

"Warning!"

"Watch out for Angela."

"How so?"

"She is super horny today!"

"You don't think I didn't smell her pussy all over these pages?"

I smile, stand up, and say, "You know where I'll be."

Amy stands up, looks at me, stares into my eyes, and kisses me. The touch of her lips and her movement against mine suggest this was more than just a friendly kiss—a kiss meant to last a lifetime.

We lock eyes and pause. The students in the coffee house start applauding.

"You know where I'll be." I walk away.

COMING SOON: Diving into a New School Year (part 7)