Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School – Chapter 8

Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School – Chapter 8

Attention: This is a lovely gathering, as always we here at Miskatonic look forward to a new school year!

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And as always, thanks to our Dean of Cat Herding, or beta, Brother Bludgeon.

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8. The RA with the Cool Air

Kim sat in her chair on Harvard Yard, surrounded by thousands fellow freshmen. She could see her parents, Nana Possible and the Tweebs in the crowd. The rents and Nana smiled their pride; the Tweebs seemed a bit too reflective. Hopefully, none of the fine architecture would suffer from their curiosity.

Harvards first woman president, Dr. Proust, nodded at the assembly. I am so pleased to greet such a fine incoming class. We have always prided ourselves on attracting the finest, most driven students, people who will make a difference. A few photographers snapped shots of Kim, as if the presidents words were a reminder of why they were there. And Harvard promises to provide you with the tools needed to realize your full potential.

Kim joined the polite applause. While she did not want to admit it, she was lonely. Her family was there, but someone else was not. A certain blond headed boy with a goofy smile and a warm heart. Why are all the other Ivy League Schools holding their entry ceremonies today? All of them but Yale, of course. Hey, Im already referring to Yale like I used to talk about Lowerton. Wont Mr. Howell be proud?

I cant believe that my first round of applications were all out of the country! Its like I wasnt even thinking about us. A smile touched her face. Rons only about three hours away; much closer than it looked like hed be a few months ago. I wonder how things are going at Miskatonic. Hes really been looking forward to passing through that gate.

WTOS

Ron took his place with the other S freshmen on the sidewalk as they filed toward the Van Wickle Gate. This is it, Rufus. He whispered to his friend. Were on our way!

Rufus nodded and straightened his collar and tie. He pointed to his right. Library!

Ron looked over to the John Hay. The building cast a great shadow. Gray steps led up to the doors, worn down by generations of scholars seeking wisdom of every sort. Ron had spent most of his school years avoiding libraries whenever possible, and this one was for the most part off limits anyway. Why did he feel his feet wanting to turn right? It took a little effort to keep on the sidewalk.

The ceremony ran smoothly. Parents filed along to the gate and took their photographs, and then moved aside for the next set of proud mothers and fathers. Just inside the gate stood representatives from the various departments, along with the president who would address the new students on the Green.

Anxious eyes scanned the sky. The morning had begun cloudless, but now a growing mass of darkness swirled over the Gate. Mrs. Stoppable looked at her husband. He shared her confusion.

I have to admit, the odds against such a turn in the weather are steep. And the pattern is odd too. From what I understand, storms here tend to come from the west. This one is coming out of nowhere.

Wind whipped into Rons face as he approached the Gate. Rufus strained to hold onto his tie. No one heard the clank as the chain let go of the Gate. The faculty held onto their mortar boards as their gowns flapped furiously. Thorndike and Lichfield stared at each other with the oddest expression.

The Gate strained to slam shut, but a power beyond the winds kept it securely in place. No one noticed the toddler who giggled as she held the ancient iron bars. She even raised one hand to wave at her brother. He waved back as he made his way through, his body bent into the wind.

In moments the winds died down. The clouds faded, as if withering in defeat.

WTOS

Well, this is it, Stoughton Hall. My rooms in here.

The Possible family made their way up the stairs along with other families settling their children in. Mr. Dr. Possible frowned as a rather good-looking young man rounded a corner with his bags.

We did just fine with segregated dorms when I was at MIST.

MIST was for the most part self-segregated, dear. Mrs. Dr. Possible grinned, recalling her husbands socially awkward classmates. If I recall, you needed just a little prodding yourself.

And the floors are segregated. Kim said encouragingly. She neglected to say that there were no room checks. Some things Dads just did not need to know. Heres my room.

Room 223 stood open. Nana made the family stop and pose at the door while she took a picture. Security had done a good job keeping photographers away from the dorm to allow the students a chance to settle in.

Someone was already in the room. A willowy blond turned from her decorating and flashed a smile.

Why, hello there. Her drawl was soft and friendly. Im Savannah Venable. She extended her hand.

Kim Possible. Kim took her hand. These are my Mom and Dad, Tim and Jim, and Nana.

Pleased to me yall. Savannah nodded graciously. Why dont I just step outside while yall settle your daughter in?

Thank you. Mrs. Dr. Possible replied. It was very nice meeting you.

It took very little time to put everything away in the small room. All too soon it was time to hug and say goodbye.

Youll be so far away. Her Dad held on like he never wanted to let her go.

If you need me, just call.

Were supposed to say that. Mom laughed softly. She managed to hide the tear as she kissed her daughter.

I get Kims room! Tim and Jim yelled at the same time.

Boys, there will be no squabbling over the spoils of your sisters going to college. Dad turned back to Kim. Your room will be waiting, just like you left it.

Why does that mean so much? Thanks. I love you guys.

Kim took a deep breath as she watched them take the stairs down.

Its hard to say goodbye, isnt it? Savannah came up behind her, holding out a tissue. I cried and cried.

Thanks. Kim dabbed at her eyes and sat down on her bed.

Now, let me continue with the introduction. Im Savannah Venable, of the

Savannah Venables? Kim raised a wry eyebrow.

The blond laughed. No, silly, of the Atlanta Venables. I do have a cousin Atlanta in Savannah but, wellShe married beneath her, a bank teller. It should have been a vice president, at least a senior loan officer! Shell just have to work on his ambition. What does your Father do, Kim?

Hes a rocket scientistand Moms a brain surgeon. Hope I didnt sound defensive.

Savannah smiled. How marvelous! Youll excuse me if I came in early, but I had to have this side of the room. You see, my family has always used this room ever since the first member, George Washington Venable, entered Harvard in 1798. The familys come here ever since, excepting a four-year gap we dont talk aboutwhen were up here. That oak outside the window as planted by GW, and generations of Venables have used it to sneak out for all sorts of scandalous behavior.

Well, Im the first Possible to attend Harvard. I hope this isnt Bonnie all over again. Rons right: I face down superfreaks no prob, but give me a social sitch with someone my own age and Im all nerves.

You wont be the last, Im sure. Kims roommate laughed. As my grandfather says, Fair Harvard has a way of getting under your skin and into your blood.

WTOS

Well, thats everything. Mrs. Stoppable closed the last suitcase and looked around. The room was comfortable, if a little small. She could not help but smile at the lack of posters, and the profusion of photographs. Everywhere one looked you could see Rons family, or his girl friend. Im glad to see you wont forget us in the rush to knowledge.

Yeah, the Ronman is all about the family, and the BFGF. Ron took a look at the senior prom picture on his bed stand. Ill call her as soon as I get a chance. We have a hall meeting tonight.

And we need to get someone back to the Arkham Arms for a nap. Mr. Stoppable stopped spinning Hana around to let his daughter hug her brother.

Bye, Hana.

Bye, Brother.

Hey, she says it clearer every day! The parents closed in for a group hug. Ron and Rufus basked in the familial warmth; it would be a while before they had another chance.

Bye, Mom, bye, Dad.

Bye, Ron. Rufus, take care of him.

The naked mole rat gave the Stoppables a thumbs up. Hink, you bet.

His parents and sister vanished down the hallway, and the young man felt the return of a lonely little boy. Its just us, Rufus, two dudes alone in a whole new world. College! He looked at the darkness of the adjoining room. I wonder where my roomie is? The lights still off, did he not show?

The light bothers my eyes.

A voice floated into the room. It sounded dry, tired. Ron walked up to the doorway.

There was a click, and red light pushed back the darkness a little. Drapes covered the windows and walls. The bed lay hidden behind an ad hoc canopy. They seemed old, as did the books on the desk. Of all the desks Ron had seen, this was the only one without a computer.

His roommate rose. He was tall and unnaturally thin, with pale skin and lank hair. He wore some sort of old style robe.

Im Ron Stoppable. Ron stepped in smiling. And this is Rufus.

I amI am pleased to meet you. My name is Makarash.

Hey, Rons smile grew larger, can I call you Mak? Ive never known a Mak. I like what youve done with the room. Definitely not domestic.

Makarash grinned, revealing small, sharp teeth. No, I traveled a distance to be here. My family has a connection to Miskatonic, though I am the first to be a student here. I am so glad they put us in Hope College. A new building would have killed meas if this can be considered anything but new, built not even three centuries ago.

Rufus eyed the man carefully. He received a close examination in return. You know, there is a no pet policy, Ron.

Rufus isnt a pet, hes family. Boy and rodent slapped palms together. The third part of Team Possible.

Ah, yes, Team Possible. The voice became sibilant. I have heard much about the heroics of Kim Possible. Quite the fegirl. And you are her comrade-in-arms?

And boyfriend. Ron puffed out his chest. He expected a remark at this point regarding how he did not seem to fit the mold of proper boy for a smoking hot babe world saver. Instead Makarash bent over and pulled a copy of Human out from under a leather bound book. It had a rare full picture of the two of them.

I suppose you two make an acceptable pair. You will forgive me for taking this room without asking, but the Resident Advisors suite is next to us.

So, whats the problem there?

During the heat of the day, nothing. Now that night has fallen, put your hand on the far wall.

Ron walked back into his room and touched the wall. Rufus did the same. Both pulled their hands away in confusion. Its cold!

Unbearably so. Makarash sighed as he began slipping on a heavy coat. Fortunately we only have one required meeting in his room. You can go there whenever you want, of course, with any question or problem, which is what a resident advisor is for. Tonight is simply an introductory meeting.

Another student stopped in the main doorway. Time for the meeting.

WTOS

Twenty young men sat on the floor in the RAs suite. They included valedictorians, class presidents, achievers of all stripes, and Ron Stoppable.

Im Ron, this is Rufus. Were here on the Solomon Kane Fellowship, and no, I dont have a course of study selected yet. Dont want to restrict ourselves yet. Miskatonic chose me, which is fine because my beautilicious BFGF Kim Possible is at Harvard, so were practically neighbors, just like at home.

Ive read a lot about her, she sounds like a real bearcat. The RA gave Ron a smile. He was another odd duck. His hair was parted down the middle and slicked down. Whatever he used caused his hair to shine. Ron remembered enough from his hair care days to consider that out of the ordinary. The clothes were also different, the pants came down to mid-calf and he wore patent leather shoes.

If Maks room was out of a travelogue, the RAs was a museum piece. From the gramophone to the telephone, everything seemed old, older than what his grandparents used. There were photographs on the wall, all black and white. Many were of severe snow covered landscapes.

My name is Stanley Klinger, the RA smiled, teeth standing out against pale face. Ive been here a few years doing post doctoral work, and the University has allowed me the chance to share my experience with another generation of students. Im not here to be a fire extinguisher or a wet blanket, but I need to lay a couple of ground rules tonight. We have a strict no smoking policy, so if any of you have that problem, we have programs to help you quit. And whatever my personal feelings are, we also do not permit underage drinking. So dont let me find any dead soldiers lying around.

Now, dames. He chuckled, while we dont do bed checks, we have a very strict policy regarding harassment, and take complaints very seriously. They will be investigated, so be on your best behavior. Frankly, that works better than anything on them!

Ron somehow stayed awake as the man covered a few more minor details. Rufus did not, slinking down into his pocket. Yeah, you can sleep, youre in a pocket! I wish I had a jacket in here. Im not the only guy hunched over in here, whats the temp, forty?

Im here all through the day. I dont take or teach classes. Evenings Im a little harder to find. I have unlimited access to the library system, and Im something of an owl. So if you need me, just drop in! Any questions? Good, you guys need to get a little sleep before you register and meet with your advisors.

WTOS

Hey, KP. Ron sat at his desk making a parade of paper clips. He felt quite collegiate doing so. The phone rested on his shoulder as he talked.

Hi, Ron. Kim lay back on her bed. When the phone rang, Savannah gave Kim a conspiratorial nod and stepped out. Hows Miski? Did the march through the Gate go all right?

Its all good! Im in. Im unpacked, and Im ready to go! the smile faded as he looked down at Rufus. I wish I was with you.

Kims smile was sad. Same here. I wish I had pointed that out when I was trying to get you to study harder. Its just not the same without you.

Same here. Ron had a picture of the two of them at hand. But Im always just a quick ride or phone call away.

Dont think I wont take advantage of that. The old oak tree outside swayed, as if inviting Kim to climb down for a quick drive to Arkham. I might need help keeping the paparazzi at bay. Theyve had me trapped in the dorm since I got here! And you?

Oh, Ihavent seen anybody. Rons slight frown vanished as Rufus pantomimed reading. But I did see a copy of a picture of us in Human and you could even see all of me! My roommate had it. Hes nice, but a bit odd. Seemed a little unsure of himself: Ill just have to take him under the Ronmans wing, show him the ropes, get him used to the life of a BMOC. Hows your roommate?

She seems nice

Kim, whats wrong? His tone made her smile.

Nothing. Shes just fine, though I dont know if I fit the proper social profile. At least my ancestors were too busy settling Colorado to join Sherman.

Hey, my Kimila has walked with presidents and queens. Nobodys too good for her.

Thanks, Ron. I dont know what Id do without you.

Thats one experiment Ill keep you from trying. A sudden yawn caused him to knock over the first rank of paper clip musicians.

It sounds like my Miski Mans winding down. Kim looked at her watch. Its late. We both have registration tomorrow. I better let you get some sleep.

Sleep, sounds good. Love you, KP.

Love you, Ron. Kim turned off her phone and walked over to the window. It slid open. She saw a long line of names carved into the side of the window sill: Venable after Venable after Venable. Savannah had already added her name. The tree was within easy reach.

Ill probably take you up on that offer sometime soon. She grinned to the tree. The smile did not fade as she shut the window and prepared for bed.

As Ron put down his own phone, he failed to notice a stirring on the other side of the wall. Mak stood against the wall by the doorway, his face set in concentration. He crept back to his chair when the conversation ended.

WTOS

Ron was too excited to sleep soundly, so when he heard the noise in the wee hours of the morning he went to the wall and pressed an ear up against it. He pulled back with a shudder, and wished he had a stethoscope.

Old music played, he could hear the scratch of the record. Two voices bantered in the RAs room.

Ah, this room works just like a tonic on me.

Hey, Dr. Munoz knew what he was doing.

Just be careful, Stanley, we need you to keep an eye on the boy.

Ill do that, sir, and you can take that to the bank.

There was more laughter. You make me feel so young. Sadly, I must go now.

Ron went to his door and got down on the floor in hopes of seeing something of the visitor. The door was too flush with the floor to allow for any detail. He could only hear the soles of shoes as the man walked away.

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