Sean hangs back from the crowd pretending to be working, but really is immersed in picking out a new wardrobe.
"So, is Sean coming with us?"
Downstairs, majority of the students from his dorm were assembling for the class camping trip at a nearby beach for the day and night.
"He was wrapped up finding something to wear when I looked in. You know he stayed up all night looking at fashions online."
"Go naked, we girls won't care!" a female voice shouted upwards in the general direction of Sean's room.
"Maybe he has other plans. Don't tell me you too are bummed out that guy isn't coming?"
"Everyone is."
Upstairs, Sean has broken down into calling for reinforcement; not from his friends in the dorm anymore, they had been no help at all.
"For this upcoming gala, I'll wear just whatever Leon suggests." Sean's mind was made up that only Leon could save his wrecked nerves.
A little frisky, he reached down his sweats to give his penis a tug and a couple of stretches, then cupped it tight and felt OK to make the call.
5:45 in the morning might be too early to call some people, but not Leon. Two short rings on the phone later, Leon's million dollar voice resounded into Sean's mind. Heavy and husky like the man was lying on his back with morning wood, still honey sweet with charm.
Sean's assigned alumni mentor in freshman year was this famed self made multi millionaire. As exams and graduation drew closer, he felt he couldn't have undivided attention from this man for much longer. He might never be in Leon's league; even though the two had spent many weekends together over the past seven years, and spoke often over the phone.
"Leon, I didn't sleep. Sorry if I'm waking you."
"It's okay Sean, I'm here." Leon cleared his throat a little and went on. "I meant to tell you last night, that I'm literally here in town. An early flight opened up Thursday night."
"That's awesome! does that mean we're spending a whole extra day together? Wait, sorry I just assumed that like an idiot, when you're a busy person."
Leon's laughter murmured smoothly through the earpiece.
"Don't get self conscious now you've called me at the crack of dawn, we may as well have breakfast."
On hanging up, Sean realised that he had started to stroke himself to the sound of that voice. He hastily pulled his hand up and found a distraction in running downstairs to make good-byes with his friends, who were piling into a bus.
"So sorry, I didn't get ready in time. It's just so early in the morning, right!" He joked around, but they were puzzled by his odd lonerism on this day, as he normally would be the center of attention.
Sean's head still spun from the experience of testing sports cars with Leon. The thought of meeting the man again in the next half hour put him in a focused reverie.
At last he stood in the mirror, ready in a 'casual, tasteful Friday' look. His brass blonde hair with large bouncy curls trimmed into a style on the back and sides. A blue knit cardigan, peach scarf, matching capri jeans, and loafers fashionably anticipated mild weather. The blue matched his eyes.
"But why do I just want to take it all off, now that I've put it all on?"
As if to talk him out of undoing his hard work, Sean's phone rang.
"I'm on campus but not yet ready to pick you up, I'm sorry. Is it okay if you go on without me first? All right, sending the car around to you."
At the Dean's office, Leon and some faculty members were in a deadlock over a serious matter.
"Ineligible for an award tomorrow night?" Leon glowered at the news that the Dean had called him in to receive, after greeting each other in the parking lot that morning.
"I'm afraid, " the Dean dropped his voice as if to be covert, "We have to consider that your partners were under investigation for a scandal."
"I built and sold an empire, never mind what my partners were up to!"
"We just can't overlook it, but I hope we can get past this.
"Indeed, we truly regret it."
"Your continued contributions to school affairs as an active member of the alumni are always valued."
"You're saying is that my achievements don't count here, but somehow my money is acceptable?" Leon protested.
When it was over, Leon strolled around campus looking for someone he could bum a cigarette off.
