The Underclassman Ch. 06

A few hours later Mick was lying in his bed hard at work on his laptop when he heard what sounded like a doorbell. Moments later Abby knocked on his door and peeked in. "Are you hungry? We ordered pizza for dinner and it's here," she said.

Mick thanked her and followed Abigail up to the kitchen. He was on his second slice when Alexis walked in and said to Abby, "Where is your sister?"

"She didn't want to come down," Abby replied.

Alexis looked at her daughter silently for a moment before announcing, "I'm going over to your Aunt Viv's to help her get ready for tomorrow's dinner and I'll be back later." The trio said goodbye to Alexis and thanked her for the pizza.

Alexis walked over to the kitchenette table to pick up her purse and the noise from her cowboy boots drew Mick's attention as she made her way over the tile floor. He followed her legs up to her nice ass which was accentuated by her tight jeans, and he thought her plaid tablecloth shirt was playfully sexy. Mick's eyes tracked her movements across the room and down the stairs, admiring how her chestnut-colored hair bounced with her jaunty gait.

"Oh my god!" said Abby snapping him out of his transfixion, "I know you did not just check my mother out."

"What?" said Mick caught off guard. "No, Nooo," he protested as Zoe put her hand to her mouth and giggled.

"So what's the deal with your sister," he asked, trying to quickly change the subject.

"Oh, pfffft," replied Abby before going on, "Victoria's boyfriend decided to call it quits big surprise, and as usual with her that means maximum drama."

"Hey!" shot Abby before Mick could say anything more, "I have a big favor to ask and you can say no if you want."

"How afraid should I be?" Mick inquired.

"It's not that big a deal really," said claimed. "My friends from high school texted me right before the pizza was delivered," Abigail continued, "We used to get together every Wednesday and watch Heartbreak High and they were wondering if Zoe and I wanted to come over." Abby gave him one of those fake smiles like a child does when they say please-please-please. Mick figured their temporary absence would clear the way for him to get some work done.

"Sure, I'm cool with that," he answered.

Abby suddenly grabbed him by the forearm and offered sincerely, "Unless you want to come with us. You are welcome to."

"I'll fine here, thanks," he assured her.

"I figured you'd be happy to be left alone to work on your paper," said Abby before telling him, "If you get tired of that you can always go sit in the hot tub." Mick replied that he just might do that.

"Oh and," started Abby, "if you happen across my sister, don't stand in front of her... she's likely to charge." Abigail's comment made Mick chuckle and she advised her friend to, "Try and stay in her blind spots... you're less likely to get gored that way."

Later that evening, Mick raised his arms over his head and stretched before rubbing his fatigued eyes with his fingers. He was starting to have trouble focusing and felt a slight headache coming on. "Time for a break from the term paper," he thought before saying aloud to himself, "A dip in the hot tube doesn't sound like a bad idea either."

Mick got up off the bed, changed into his swimsuit which Abby had instructed him to bring, grabbed a towel and walked upstairs and out onto the deck. He kneeled down and folded back the cover of the hot tub which was sunken flush with the surface of the deck. Mick swung his legs over the side into the water while looking at the control pad which read 103°. Perfect he thought.

It was a beautiful evening and still very warm out. Mick figured he would keep the jets and lights off in the spa and just look up at the stars and relax in silence. He slowly lowered himself into the tub enjoying the sensation as the hot water enveloped him. Mick settled in, laid his head back against the padded headrest and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and suddenly feeling much more relaxed.

It only took a few minutes before Mick was drifting towards unconsciousness but his serenity quickly came to an end when was roused by a throaty, "Uch!" He came to and saw Victoria standing in front of him holding a towel and looking obviously irritated by his presence. She was sporting a black, crocheted monokini that flattered her buxom, curvaceous figure.

Mick could not help but admire her even though he knew it would most likely invite her wrath. Without a word she began to step into the hot tub and as she did, Mick pushed himself upright with his feet and threw his arms up over the backside of the tub as if he was he was backing away from her, which he was even though he had nowhere to go except up and over the side out of the tub.

"I don't have leprosy!" Victoria barked.

"I didn't say you did," retorted Mick in a somewhat curt manner.

In an instant, his tranquility had vanished with Victoria deciding to join him begrudgingly. She did her best to avoid making any eye contact with Mick which was very much to his liking. No sooner than he began to relax from the sudden tension her presence caused, she asked in a snide tone, "So why are you here?"

"Because your sister and mother were kind enough to invite me," replied Mick.

"That's not what I meant," she snapped. Victoria then inquired very mean-spiritedly, "I take it you don't you have your own family to go visit for Thanksgiving?"

Suddenly Mick felt like he was sharing his evening with Whitney Harrington. He closed his eyes and said nothing, as he was a guest in someone else's home and wanted to be respectful of that. Victoria however was unwilling to accept his refusal to spar with her. She was angry over her boyfriend recently having broken up with her and she was intent on taking it out on someone, and unfortunately for Mick, he was immediately available.

"So like, what are you? Abby's backup boyfriend or something?" asked Victoria before continuing disparagingly, "I take it he wouldn't come. My sister never was capable of attracting anything but losers being one--"

"You know what Victoria?" interrupted Mick, suddenly sitting up and leaning forward in an aggressive posture. He was fond of Abby, holding her in very high regard, and he lost his cool at the unwarranted swipe about to be taken at his friend by her sister.

"Oh by all means please tell me Mick," she shot back at him. "I love being lectured to by strangers," she added.

"Head and shoulders, your sister is a better person than you," he told Victoria.

"You fucking wish," she said self-righteously.

"Nobody gives a crap about your problems which you no doubt brought on yourself," he informed her. Victoria glared at him in response.

Mick got out of the tub and grabbed his towel. "Leaving?" Victoria asked sarcastically, "Guess I struck a nerve."

"To answer your question," he said, "I'm not at my family's because I have no desire to spend holidays with unpleasant people, but you've filled in nicely. No wonder your boyfriend kicked you to the curb."

As he turned his back to Victoria she shouted, "Freeloaders should mind their manners and be polite to their hosts!"

Abby and Zoe had just returned home and could hear the tail-end of the commotion through the open sliding door. Mick looked up to see Abigail walk onto the deck making a beeline for Victoria. He had never seen such a look on her face and there was no mistaking that she was furious. Mick moved to intercept her saying, "Abby, don't... it's not--" but she deftly maneuvered around him en route to her sister.

"How dare you!?" Abby shouted. "Who the fuck do you think you are talking to my guest that way?" she continued, pointing her finger in Victoria's face who retorted, "This is my home and I'll talk to who I want anyway I please."

"Your home!" an astonished Abby asked, "Since when do you pay the mortgage and the taxes here Victoria?"

Having seen and heard enough and wanting no further part of any of it, Mick set out for his bedroom. He was almost run over by Alexis who burst through the slider only seconds after Abigail. "What is going on out here!?" she bellowed.

Mick strode past Zoe not even acknowledging her presence and walked downstairs to his room. He changed out of his wet suit, dried off and got into his bed. Still able to hear the brouhaha through his closed door, Mick grabbed his iPod, placed the ear buds into his ears, turned off the light and tried to go to sleep while once again regretting his decision to not stay at school during Thanksgiving break.

The next morning, Mick woke up with the incident from the previous night still fresh in his mind. He tossed and turned for at least an hour, unable to fall back to sleep but also unwilling to get out of bed even though he desperately needed to go to the bathroom. He preferred to lay there in discomfort rather than take the chance of encountering anyone and being subject to more drama of any kind that seemed to inundate the preceding day.

Sometime in the middle of the morning, Mick walked upstairs and made an appearance in the kitchen. He found Abby sitting at the center island in the kitchen and in a solemn voice she said to him, "Hey... I was going to knock and see if you wanted to come up for breakfast but after yesterday, I figured I'd let you be." Mick scrunched his lips and did not say a word. "I'm sorry," said Abigail sincerely before adding, "If I had known it was going to be like this... I know how badly you want to work on your English Lit project." Again, he said nothing.

"My mom made muffins... They're really good," she told her friend, "And there's milk and orange juice, or I can make some coffee if you'd prefer that." "I'm good, thanks," answered Mick, uttering his first words.

"Dare I ask where everyone is?" Mick inquired.

Abby told him that, "My mom is getting ready, Zoe is in my room reading and I take it Tori is in her own room." "Just so you know," she continued, "My mom and I both had it out with Victoria over the way she has been acting, especially how she treated you last night... Not that it will do any good." Mick again avoided the subject at hand, choosing to instead ask, "What time are we leaving for your aunt's?"

Two hours later Mick once again found himself in the backseat of his dormmate's car, this time driving to her Aunt Vivian's for Thanksgiving dinner. Abby's mother had separately driven ahead taking Victoria with her in an attempt to maintain the peace for the holiday. Mick was not thrilled at the prospect of losing an entire day on his paper but taking a break for a home-cooked meal and some football might be a good thing in the long run he thought.

At the house, Abby introduced him and Zoe to her Aunt Vivian, Uncle John and three cousins, all who were much older than she and very welcoming, unlike Victoria. Her Uncle John almost immediately slapped a beer in Mick's hand and said, "Why don't we get out of their way and go watch the Dallas game?"

From his vantage point in the living room Mick could see the entire dining room and watched as Alexis entered and began to set the table. She had traded her plaid shirt, jeans and cowboy boots for a silver-colored knit sweater, black tights and a pair of tan leather riding boots. He could not help but study her ass as she leaned over the table as her tights left little to the imagination, so much so that he swore she could not have been wearing any underwear.

Tights and riding boots were a common fashion statement at school but Mick could not recall any girl he had ever seen who had worn it better, or had a nicer ass than the one he was currently peering at. He felt his cock twitch so he leaned forward placing his forearms on his knees like he was intently watching the game in order to disguise his excitement. "For fuck sake," he thought, "I'm getting all wound up over my friend's forty year old mother... That's wrong on so many levels."

Mick had not been laid in several days. In fact, he had not even had the opportunity to rub one out, and he definitely was unable to shake the image of Alexis spread eagle in the shower, moaning as she explored her moist cleft with her own fingers. Then there was the tension he was feeling over his term paper and having to deal with Victoria. All of it left him very frustrated.

Alexis walked back into the kitchen disappearing from sight and Mick felt an uncontrollable urge to follow. "Mind if I grab another beer?" he asked Abby's uncle, "and would you like one?" "Nah, I'm good for a bit I think," John replied.

Mick walked into the kitchen where all the women were busy with dinner preparations in one aspect or another. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked aloud. "No thank you," replied Abby's Aunt Viv, "Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Mick looked over and saw Alexis using a manual twist opener on some cans of cranberry sauce. It appeared that removing the lids with the device was requiring some effort and as she worked to the crank the handle her ass would jiggle.

"Did you want another beer?" Abby asked, snapping him out of his transfixion.

"Um... maybe in a bit," he replied before saying, "I might step outside for a moment to get some fresh air I think."

It was another gorgeous day thought Mick as he walked out onto the patio and the sun fell on his face. "Christ I can't wait to get back to Bradley Hall," he said under his breath.

"You guys really brought nice weather with you," he could hear Alexis say from behind him. She walked over and stood next him and continued. "What do you think of the scenery so far in New Mexico?" Alexis asked while peering into the distance.

Mick was struck speechless as he tried to fathom if this was just an innocent question, or an intentional double entendre on her part. In quick succession the shower, her jeans and boots, setting table and opening the cans all flashed through his mind.

"Someday I would love to have a backyard where I could see mountains like that," he told her, pointing to the range in the distance. Just then a slight breeze came through and Mick caught her enchanting scent on the wind. He thought, any second now my dick will be poking halfway out of my pants again.

"I want to apologize for my daughter's behavior last night towards you," said Alexis, diverting his mind to less pleasant thoughts, which was timely. "I've spoken to her at length about it," she added.

"It's okay, don't worry about it," Mick replied.

"That's nice of you to say but that certainly doesn't excuse Victoria's attitude or let her off the hook as far as I'm concerned," stated Alexis. "Now I know why Abby speaks so well about you," she additionally offered, telling him further, "Let's get back inside, I believe dinner is just about ready."

Dinner was both delicious and thankfully uneventful, and everyone arrived back at Abby's house around 8:30 p.m. Mick headed right to his room to get in a bit of work on his term paper just so he could feel he had made some forward progress on it that day. He stripped down to his boxers and tee shirt before jumping into bed and firing up his laptop. It was not long however before he began to have trouble concentrating and his eyelids felt heavy. "Damn turkey," he thought as he became more and more drowsy, "Need coffee or something."

Mick laid his laptop on the bed beside him and closed his eyes, contemplating whether to just drift off or fight to stay awake and continue working. Alexis's question to him about enjoying the sights was still on his mind but surprisingly the image of Victoria in her bathing suit was what crept into his thoughts. "Whoa," he said barely perceivable if anyone had been there to hear him, "Where did that come from?"

Mick began to recall how her plump orbs spilled out from around the edges of the swimwear's triangles and wondered if the crocheted suit had an inner liner, as he began to imagine her nipples poking through the suit's knitting and being able to see her bald pussy through the weave of the strands. Not surprisingly, Mick's rod began to rise and he reached down to coax it on.

"Mind if I join you?" Victoria asked as she lowered herself into hot tub, obviously not caring either way about his answer. She vanished entirely below the water before her face and breasts slowly resurfaced, serenely hovering there for a moment before she sat up. She peeled the shoulder straps of her suit down before removing it entirely and pitching it past Mick's head onto the deck asserting, "Detergent residue in suits is bad for the water," she informed him. "You are supposed to shower before you get in too," he added, "Or at least that's what I've heard."

Victoria smiled and nodded while stating, "All that sounds so impractical just to be able to sit in the tub for twenty minutes, doesn't it?"

"Pretty much," Mick chimed in, "but there's the whole nudity in mixed company thing."

She leaned forward bearing a devious grin and said softly, "From what I hear, that shouldn't be a problem for you."

Suddenly, he felt Victoria's fingers slide inside his waistband and relieve him quickly of his trunks, tossing them past his head to join her one-piece already lying on the deck. Smiling ear to ear, she asked Mick, "Is it true that you have a big dick and know how to use it?" as her hand was already traveling the length of his shaft.

"I, uh... I'm not sure what you've heard," he sputtered, her hand rising and falling along his increasing elongation the entire time.

"Bullshit!" Victoria exclaimed before commanding, "Sit up on the edge of the tub."

Mick got up and followed his instructions. Victoria pushed his knees apart and grabbed his cock as her mouth lunged for his balls. She began to run her tongue up and down his sack while jerking him off, looking up and smiling at him several times. His crank stiffened in her hand and she very slowly ran her tongue from the base of his dick to the tip, stopping to flit the most sensitive spot underneath his dickhead. Victoria then began to give him a very sloppy blowjob, making good use of her saliva to stroke him with.

After a few minutes, Victoria abruptly stopped and released her grip on Mick. She then slipped under the water up to her chin and backed away from him smiling, going over to the far side of the tub. Victoria then stood up and bent over to place her hands on the deck before looking over her shoulder at Mick and telling him, "Get over here and fuck me." He moved up behind her grabbing his stiff pole and rubbed his meaty tip in her crevasse, parting it slightly. Mick's prick was slick from Victoria's blowjob and half of his manhood entered her without much trouble. "Shit you've got a big dick," Victoria proclaimed.

Mick reached down with both hands and squeezed her bountiful cheeks, spreading them and inserting himself the rest of the way. "Ahhhhh," she called out, signifying her pleasure. He started out slow to allow Victoria to acclimate to his enormity but he could not hold back for long and began to fuck her faster. She placed both hands on the edge of the hot tub to brace herself and push back against his thrusts, and Victoria's ass started to make a slapping sound as Mick crashed into it.

Without warning, Victoria suddenly spun around which caused Mick's cock to drop out of her. She grabbed him by the arms and turned Mick around before guiding him backwards so he was once again sitting on the edge of the tub. "I should take it from here," said Victoria as she grabbed Mick's shaft and began stroking it anew. "Wouldn't want to leave any floaters and mess up the water's ph," she added while smiling.

Mick watched as she plunged her mouth back over his cock and resumed giving him head. Victoria's mouth was wet and it was tight like her pussy, and it was not long before Mick felt the end was nearing. She sensed it too and began to pump him with her hand and mouth faster and faster.