The Underclassman

Saturday and Sunday Drives

Mick was leaving Bradley Hall late Friday afternoon when he crossed paths with Abby who was headed in the opposite direction. "Hey stranger, where have you been?" she asked him. He still had not told his friend about his involvement in the play. Mick hated lying to Abigail but now was not the time as he was running a bit late for work. He told her that between softball and some study groups, he had been pretty busy lately. Before she let him rush off, Abby informed Mick that the student association was holding a Casino Night in three weeks on the final day of the school year. "Don't worry, she told him, "I already have a wristband for you."

When Mick arrived at The Dugout, he immediately clocked in and began to haul ice up from the basement for the bar. His boss Joe Gilman intercepted him in the middle of one of his runs and told Mick he needed to speak with him. After dumping his ice tote, Mick went and found Gil in the office who asked him, "How would you like to pick up a couple of easy extra hours tomorrow?" Gil informed Mick that tomorrow was the first Saturday of May, and his sister was holding her annual Kentucky Derby party and he needed to run some food and alcohol out to her. Mick was to come in at noontime and load Gil's SUV, then ride with him to the function and unload everything. "Bring some nice clothes to change into afterwards," Gil advised him, "We'll be staying for a while."

The next day, Mick reported to his boss as soon as he arrived at work. Gil told Mick that his Toyota Sequoia was parked on the side of the building. Mick was to load into the vehicle a half barrel each of Blue Moon and Coors Light, two hand pump taps, four chafing dishes, a box of Sterno, a flat of hamburger rolls and the box of liquor sitting on his office desk. "When the kitchen finishes the pulled pork and the wings, sit the trays on the backseat floor," Gil told him, "Then load ten bags of ice from the walk-in and we're leaving."

"I wanted to talk to you about your plans for the summer," said Joe as they drove the thirty minutes out to his sister's home. Gil inquired if his employee was planning on sticking around for the summer and Mick informed his boss that it was his intention to try and find an apartment and some additional gainful employment.

"I know you've expressed interest in being trained as a bartender," said Gil, "However, I don't think I can give you forty hours a week." Mick let him know that he figured as much, and his plan was to find full-time work during the day and pick up shifts at The Dugout on his off days. "I'm sure that can be worked out," Gil told him before remarking, "I might also be able to help you with getting a place."

Before the conversation ended, Mick made sure to remind Gil that he was off tomorrow, and about needing some upcoming time off due to the play and having to vacate the dormitory during the final week of the semester.

As they pulled down the driveway, Mick could see two large, rental party tents erected in the backyard. After meeting Joe's sister Gayle and her husband Charlie, Mick went about unloading the Sequoia and setting up the chafing dishes and icing down the kegs. Just as he was finishing, a beautiful young girl with sandy brown hair, light green eyes and a radiant smile appeared. Her buoyant locks and airy dress floated on the pleasant breeze, following her as she bound into the tent. "Uncle Joe!" she exclaimed excitedly as she hugged him. Mick was additionally introduced to Charlotte who was Gayle and Charlie's sixteen-year-old daughter.

"Guess what I got last week Uncle Joe?" quizzed Charlotte playfully.

"It doesn't appear to be your braces taken off," he joked, knowing where the conversation was heading.

"Haaa-haaa," she replied mockingly before informing him, "I got my driver's license."

After Gil congratulated her, Charlotte immediately asked, "So will you hire me to work at the bar this summer?"

Working for tips, obnoxious customers, the worst hours, the long drive... Joe said everything he could think of to dissuade her. "You'll probably spend almost as much in gas as you make," Joe told her before suggesting, "You're better off babysitting or finding something closer to home." Charlotte did not want to take no for an answer so Gil told her he would give it some thought, just to get her to relent for the moment.

Once all his tasks were completed, Mick went to Gil and asked, "What do you need me to do today? Bartend... clear tables?"

"Nothing," replied Gil before telling him, "Go get changed and enjoy the afternoon." Mick's boss went on to say that besides doing the grunt work for him, he brought Mick along because he wanted to discuss his plans for the summer. "Just don't get too cocked," Gil warned him, as they would be returning to The Dugout at some point, and Mick may have to be the designated driver.

Mingling with the guests was a little awkward for Mick as he was not a relation or friend of the family but Gil's employee, and besides not knowing anyone, most of the attendees were either younger or older than him by more than a few years. That changed later in the afternoon when a young woman walked down the driveway pushing a small child in a stroller. She wore a faded jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up over top of a beautiful white print sundress with roses that was knee length with soft pleats. The woman appeared rather tall from where Mick stood and her face was obscured beneath the ornate wide-brimmed hat that adorned her head.

Charlie came over and asked his brother-in-law and Mick if he would be so kind as to run down the street and retrieve a diaper bag and playard from her car. It provided Mick the perfect opportunity to meet the woman and when he returned bearing the bag and portable crib, Charlie introduced him to his niece Dana who had dark, shoulder length hair, pale blue eyes and was quite attractive. She smiled at him and said, "Thank you for doing that," to which he replied, "You are very welcome."

Mick could not help but notice that Dana was wearing supportive wrist braces on both her arms, hence the need for his assistance, but he did not see a wedding band. "Let me set this up for you," he offered.

Several of the female partygoers swarmed Dana to say hello and see her young son Bryce as Mick assembled the playpen. He was certainly interested in talking with Dana but figured it best to let her first make rounds for a while to lessen the chance of interruption when the opportunity presented itself to speak to her at length. As the afternoon wore on, both Mick and Dana stole glances at one another, smiling coyly when caught in the act by the other. There seemed to be no shortage of ladies willing to entertain Bryce and when Dana finally got a moment to sit down and relax, she noticed Mick alone at one of the tables.

"Is it okay if I join you?" asked Dana, before presumptively taking the seat next to Mick who currently seemed engrossed with his mobile phone.

"Absolutely," answered Mick as he stood to pull her chair out, as Dana's hands were full with a drink and a plate of food.

She thanked him and further inquired as she sat down, "Picking the Derby winner?"

"Actually, working on the exacta for the next turf race," he told her.

When Dana took of her hat and placed it on the seat next to herself, Mick could see that her dark hair was tinted a plum color which he thought was very sexy.

Dana stayed and chatted with Mick for some time. She heard about his military service and entrance into his degree program last fall, and how he worked for Joe who was her uncle's, wife's brother. In return, Mick learned that Dana had a master's degree in landscape architecture and was a junior partner at a local firm but was currently out on disability due to carpal tunnel in both wrists. Uncovering that she was about to become recently divorced however, took some artful prodding on Mick's part.

The gathering began to move inside and crowd around the television when the thoroughbreds were called to the post and twelve minutes and one and a quarter mile later, the Derby was over. Once the results were made official and the payouts posted on the tote board, Gil let Mick know that they would be heading out shortly. Gayle became miffed when she overheard Joe's declaration and told her brother, "Why don't you relax for a change and have another drink." It was obvious that Gil was getting antsy and wanted to return to The Dugout but his sister continued to give him the business about always working so hard. He pulled out his phone and called in, speaking briefly to Lonnie who informed his boss that everything was fine.

"See, the bar didn't implode because you're not there," needled Gayle, who then further remarked, "And if need be, Mick can drive back."

"Yeah, absolutely," chimed Mick.

Most of the guests flowed backed outside and underneath the tents to continue enjoying the evening with more food, libations and confabulation. Mick watched Gayle hand her brother a Mint Julep before she walked over and said, "I just want to reaffirm you're okay to drive." Mick assured Gayle that he was sober and would remain so to allow her brother to enjoy himself.

"Joe must be very fond of you," remarked Gayle, "to let you stay while on the clock." Mick told her that Joe had always treated him extremely well as an employee and he was very grateful for it. Gayle confided in Mick her concern over how her brother allows his business to consume him. She told Mick further that, "Joe never takes a break and bringing you today got him to, so thank you for coming."

The party continued strong for the next few hours and Mick did his best to conveniently cross paths with Dana as much as he could. When dusk began to take hold, she asked him for his help again as it was time for her go home. "My cousin isn't quite ready to give up my son who is sleeping in her arms," said Dana who then asked Mick, ""Would you mind walking me down to my car so I can move it up closer and helping me load it?"

Mick went and found Gil and told him that he was going to help Dana get packed up. "Come find me afterwards," said Joe, "and then we'll take off."

It was a pleasantly warm evening and Dana removed her denim jacket as the air had not cooled any with the setting of the sun. Her short coat had been helping to hide her somewhat buxom figure which was accentuated by the tightness of her dress and as Mick escorted Dana down the street he found it extremely difficult to take his eyes off of her as she jiggled and bounced in all the right places. Her display was enough to make Mick's manhood begin to straighten and to prevent any similar protrusion from his own slacks, he forced himself to avert his gaze.

Dana thanked Mick for helping her once more as they walked together. "You should have them keep a spot open for you next time," he said.

"Hopefully there won't be a next time," she remarked, going on to say that her prognosis was excellent and with a few more weeks of treatment and rest she could likely avoid surgery on her wrists.

Dana went on to tell Mick how difficult an experience it had been as use of her hands was very restricted, and only when it was absolutely necessary was she to drive or pick up her child. "I'm not even supposed to move my fingers," Dana told him as she held up her key fob and double-clicked it.

"I love your Lexus," remarked Mick as the vehicle chirped and its lights flashed.

"Here," said Dana while offering Mick the keys, "Let's go for a quick spin." He did not hesitate to take her up on the offer or pause for a second to consider what Gil might say if he knew his employee was out joyriding.

Mick jumped in and adjusted his seat and the steering wheel, checked the mirrors, then fastened his seatbelt before sparking the ignition. He revved the V6 engine a few times before placing the vehicle in drive and slowly cruising past Gayle and Charlie's house so as to not attract any attention. "Take the left at the stop sign and follow the road straight to route 24," Dana told him.

Within moments, Mick was flying down the two-lane highway as a breathtaking sunset unfolded outside his side window behind the Front Range. He had not driven for ten minutes when his copilot directed him to slow down and make the next right-hand turn which placed them on a rough and narrow county road. Almost immediately, Dana removed her wrist supports and dropped them on the floor at her feet, then unfastened her safety belt, shifted herself around in her seat, and reached over with both unfettered hands and began to unzip Mick's trousers. As she extracted his penis from his pants, Mick stupidly asked, "What are you doing?"

"You don't think I haven't felt your eyes on me the entire time today?" responded Dana, as she began to stroke his phallus. Mick said not a word because there was nothing to say... he was busted.

Once his pole was standing up straight, Dana directed Mick to push back from the steering wheel. He reached down alongside the bucket seat locating the rocker switch and moved as far rearward as he felt was safe to do while still driving. Dana twisted herself around in her seat even more and leaned over his lap, then began to go down on him. At first, she found it difficult to get into a rhythm as the vehicle bound down the road chattering across the bumpy pavement, so Dana tightened her grip with her hand and her mouth on Mick's cock and commenced to suck him off in earnest.

Dana had a serious hold of his joint with her mouth and it felt amazing to Mick, so much so that he started to have difficulty concentrating and keeping the car straight as he was veering side to side intermittently. The repetitive jarring from the uneven pavement was also nerve-racking so when Mick spotted a graveled area on the side of country lane, he seized the opportunity to pull off. Dana lifted her head and looked all around the surrounding area and finding it to be quite desolate without any nearby houses, she turned off the car's ignition.

Like he had done previously, Mick reached down alongside his seat to search for the correct toggle and once found, he began to recline his seatback figuring he may as well settle in and get comfortable as they would be there for some time. "No! Scoot forward," Dana said abruptly before exiting her sedan and opening the rear passenger door. She unbuckled her son's car seat and placed it up front, then jumped in the back closing the door behind herself. By his outward expression Mick was obviously puzzled and that prompted Dana to tell him, "Get back here already."

Mick did not even get the chance to fully enter the backseat and close the door behind himself before Dana was pawing at his crank, and she tugged at his pants and underwear almost franticly as he struggled to push them down over his knees. Just as before, Dana buried her face in Mick's lap and started to work his dick with her mouth while at the same time giving him a hand job. While she pleasured him, Mick slowly ran his fingers through her soft, crimson tufts then down Dana's back, undoing her sundress as his hand traversed the zipper. He cast the garment off her shoulders and peeled it down to Dana's waist where further removal required her assistance.

Once fully disrobed, Dana suddenly became self-conscious over both the firmness of her body and her beige undergarments which were obviously designed for function and not for pulchritude. Feeling uneasy, Dana jested, "Had I known I was going to get lucky I'd have worn something sexier."

If Mick was in any way turned off it did not show and as he caressed her thighs with his hands, he joked in return to put her at ease, "At least you shaved your legs." He also uncovered that she was neatly trimmed below the waistline and once Dana's panties were completely off, she laid back awkwardly across the bench seat and fanned out her legs the best she could. Mick's reaction was to dive in face first but before he could do so, Dana unfastened the clasp on the front of her brassiere, and when she pulled back, the cups and her bodacious ta-tas came spilling out. He froze, mesmerized by the sight of her huge jugs. Dana's large areolas and sizeable nipples caught Mick's attention and he climbed on top of her and immediately attacked her sprightly breasts and with his mouth.

It was the first time in what seemed like ages to Dana that someone was squeezing and sucking on her tits simply for their own pleasure, and not out of necessity. As Mick slurped on her adjutages, Dana could feel her body reacting to his titillating touch and she struggled to spread her legs further which she found quite difficult in the back of the car. With some effort which would have made a contortionist proud, she managed to cram her one foot between the rear window and deck and lay her other leg over the armrest between the two front seats. As uncomfortable as it was, Dana thought, "Still wouldn't trade this for a minivan."

Mick also wrestled with kicking off his shoes and working his pants the rest of the way down his legs and as soon as his trousers were off, he buried himself effortlessly into his awaiting companion. Like all other women Mick had been with who had previously birthed naturally, Dana was able to handle his sizable encumbrance with much less difficulty than most others. He always relished this rare opportunity and knowing that he was pressed time, Mick commenced to fuck Dana outright. She too was keenly aware that there was no time for foreplay and having not been laid in some time, Dana was quite agreeable to them getting right down to business.

With every kiss placed upon her body, every pinch of her nipple, with every repeated thrust deep inside her, Dana delighted in each intense, arousing sensation. Her head thrashed side to side as she moaned, periodically calling out Mick's name as she attempted to cling to her lover's ass with her hands, futilely attempting to pull his bucking pelvis closer towards herself so that he might penetrate her even deeper.

Still not content and yearning for more, Dana directed Mick to sit up in the middle of the rear seat. Once upright herself, she scrambled overtop of Mick's lap, pushed his knees apart and sat on the edge of the seat between his spread legs. Dana leaned forward and raised her bottom up off the seat, reached back between her own legs and seized hold of Mick's intumescent manhood, then guided his shaft through her embrasure.

At that same moment, Mick spied his pants laying balled up on the floorboard and realized that he was not wearing any protection. "Hold on," he told Dana rather abruptly, "I forgot the condom."

Leisurely and with a serpentine motion to her hips, Dana slinked down his well lubricated hard-on undeterred, slowly letting out a sultry "Ohhhhhh" as she descended. Dana leaned back against Mick laying her head alongside his own and whispered in his ear, "Relax... I won't be having any more children until the time of my own choosing."

Dana latched onto the headrests of both front seats with her hands, leaned forward as before then went about riding Mick's prodigious member. Over and over she rose up and just before his erection could slip out, Dana would plummet back down Mick's diaphysis while simultaneously twisting and grinding on him. Greedily she reaped every inch and every ounce of pleasure he had to offer as she reveled in how plentifully Mick filled and stretched her.

Content with sitting back and enjoying the show for the moment, Mick watched Dana's haunches ripple as she slammed her ass down upon him repeatedly. Every now and then he could not resist the temptation to give her a healthy slap on the rump as she rode him. When he was no longer satisfied simply being a spectator, Mick took hold of Dana's arms and pulled her back to him. One at a time, Mick lifted her leg up then brought his own leg underneath so that Dana was sitting on top his lap. He spread Dana's legs as far as he could get them to go, then proceeded to pound his cock up into her. When Mick reached down and started rub her clitoris with two of his fingers, Dana swooned and could not keep herself from howling with approval.