An adult stories – The Underclassman Ch. 28 by MichaelTalbot,MichaelTalbot Three Bench Seats
Mick kept looking over his shoulder at the darkening clouds as he tossed the ball back and forth with Sean in the outfield during warm-ups. It was the second to the last game of the season and all indications were that the weather was not going to cooperate. The day had been hot and muggy but the cool breeze that was intensifying pointed to an impending, dramatic change in the weather.
As the two teammates made their way back to the bench, Mick spotted Paulina walking towards the playing field with the bat bag and bases slung over her shoulder. “Where’s Edgar,” Mick asked his friend. Sean told him that Edgar had been chosen for jury duty and had missed most of the week at work, and because Paulina lived the closest to Edgar, he had contacted her and asked that she pick up the equipment and take it to the game for him. “Jury duty!” said Mick, “That sucks.”
With the skies threatening rain the umpire made sure to start the game right on time, and by the bottom of the third inning the clouds were looking pretty ominous and it had started to spit. The game continued on until two outs in the top of the fourth when the wind suddenly became blustery and there was a flash of lightning followed by the boom of thunder not too far off. The umpire ordered both teams off the field for a delay and just as everyone made it back to their respective benches the skies opened up, scattering the players and sending them sprinting for their vehicles.
Mick had made the mistake of choosing to park on the farthest of the two streets that adjoined the ballfield, and before he was even halfway to his car he was already drenched. He struggled to work his fingers down inside his wet pants pocket and get at his car keys while continuing to get poured on and when Mick finally extracted them, he fumbled frantically to get the driver’s door open. When he got in, Mick found the interior of the vehicle to be quite stifling. He thought about cranking the engine and running the air conditioning but what was the use he thought. Between the rain and his perspiration, Mick could not have been more thoroughly soaked if he had been standing in his shower.
Exasperated, Mick exhaled slowly as he settled into the driver’s seat to wait out the storm. He closed his eyes and began to listen to the cacophony of the rainfall pounding on the roof of his vehicle but was jarred from his short-lived respite when the rear car door opened unexpectedly. Mick turned and looked over his shoulder to find Terri crawling across his backseat. “Hope you don’t mind,” said Terri as she began to push off her waterlogged tennis shoes with her feet. As he stared at Terri, Mick realized that he had just been to this show with Dana and this time, needed no expressed invitation.
Mick exited the car then quickly dove into the backseat with Terri and made sure to lock the doors behind himself. As she struggled to peel off her soaked shirt over her head, Mick frantically kicked off his cleats while undoing the knot in the drawstring of his softball shorts. Terri knelt on the backseat and leaned over to help Mick as he struggled to work his wringing-wet compression underwear down his legs. When she seized his manhood with her hand, Terri quipped, “And you don’t need to tell me that we don’t have time for this.”
Just as she had done before, Terri got right down to business and seeing that they were both already soused from the rain and it was like a sauna inside the car, there was no reason not to make it a sloppy blowjob. Mick reached over and ran the palm of his hand down the back of Terri’s thigh then up the inside several times, appreciated what nice legs she had. He then fondled her ass cheeks before beginning to stroke Terri’s pussy through her clothes. She moaned softly when he touched in her sensitive area, prompting her to untie her teal-colored nylon checkboard soccer shorts and push them down to her knees with her underwear. Immediately, Mick inserted his middle digit into Terri’s boggy rift and began fingering his teammate, matching the cadence with which she bobbed up and down on his pole with her mouth. There was no denying how skilled Terri was orally as she had once again given Mick a hard-on in no time at all, and as soon as his dick had fully sprouted she commanded him to, “Fuck me.”
Suddenly, Mick got a little nervous about being caught with his pants down in the back of his car with Terri. He knew that Perry was somewhere out there, not to mention the rest of the team. The deluge had begun to slacken so the pelting rain and the cascading sheets of water running down the car windows which served to thwart any prying eyes from seeing inside the vehicle had lessened. Upon closer inspection however, Mick could see that the interior of all the windows were entirely steamed-up.
Terri sat back down on the rear bench seat and pushed her wet shorts and underwear off her legs and onto the floorboards. She swiveled around and leaned back against the rear door with her feet positioned up on the seat. “Come take me”, said Terri, and with both feet now raised in the air she began to spread her legs beckoning her teammate.
In that exact moment the clouds also parted, and a brilliant beam of sunlight washed over the rear window of Mick’s car. As it struck the beads of water accumulated on both sides of the glass, the luminosity refracted into a million points of golden light like a disco ball which set the cabin ablaze. The effect was dazzling that both Mick and Terri had to avert their eyes to keep from being blinded. To Mick, it almost seemed as if the radiance had burst forth from Terri’s sexual nexus itself when she offered herself to him, and the felicitous conjuncture was so perfectly timed and amazing that he pondered for a few seconds if it had come at the hand of a higher power.
Mick pushed his shorts and athletic underwear off and while still squinting he groped for his flame. His hands once again found Terri’s shapely thighs and he carefully pulled her across the seat towards him and under his self. Mick grabbed hold of his instrument of mischief and lowered his pelvis in position, opened his eyes to look upon her gorgeous face and took a deep breath as he prepared to enter her.
“Let’s go! We’re starting!” yelled someone as they repeatedly pounded on the driver’s window with the palm of their hand. It startled the hell out of them both and before Mick could react, Terri was already pushing him off of her so she could get up.
“You have to be joking,” remarked Mick in absolute disbelief.
“Get dressed,” barked Terri, “We can’t chance being found.”
Begrudgingly, he sat up and as Mick went about getting redressed in his wet attire he blurted out, “I can’t fucking believe this!”
“I’m frustrated too!” Terri shot back as she struggled to insert her foot and soggy sock back into her shoe. “It’s not like I’m doing this intentionally,” she offered rather scoldingly.
Cautiously, Terri cracked the car door and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. “Give me a little head start,” she requested before closing the door and scurrying off.
Mick continued to stew as he labored to get his cleats back on. Embittered, he shouted to himself, “The third time is supposed to be the charm!” before punching the headliner of his automobile.
Mick’s team was standing in the field during the sixth inning when it started to rain heavily again and a nearby crack of thunder convinced the umpire to raise his hands and shout, “No more! Game over!” Players from both sides immediately scrambled for their vehicles except for Paulina who Mick noticed sprinting over to first base. He watched as she began to unfasten the base pad from the anchor and remembered that she had brought the equipment for the game. Mick ran to second and unhooked the base, then dashed to the bench and began to pack the bat bag as Paulina took care of third.
“Thank you so much!” Paulina yelled as she came hustling towards the bench.
“Don’t know why everybody ran off,” Mick said loudly to be heard over the patter, “We’re all soaked already.”
She nodded, acknowledging his words before proclaiming, “I love the cool rain, it feels great!”
Paulina could not miss Mick glancing at her chest as they had their exchange and knowing that her pokies were expressing themselves rather prominently, she told him as they both continued to be further inundated by the cloudburst, “It was sweltering earlier… Guess I should have kept the sports bra on after all.”
Mick chuckled then cracked, “You didn’t know there was going to be a wet tee-shirt contest.”
His comment drew its own snicker from Paulina who looked down at her chest and remarked, “I doubt anyone is interested.”
Mick frowned disapprovingly at her comment and said in a consolatory tone, “You don’t know that.”
To his surprise, Mick’s teammate suddenly lifted her shirt and flashed him. “I have the body of a fifteen-year-old boy,” she countered, “Most guys aren’t into that.” He could not deny that Paulina was flat-chested. “And my nips are freakishly huge, aren’t they?” she asked.
Doing his best to be tactful, Mick replied, “I guess they could be considered aberrantly large.”
Paulina snorted, then bellowed, “It’s like having two joysticks!”
Whether it was meant to be an open invitation or not, Mick could not resist the temptation standing before him. He took a step towards Paulina then latched on to her protuberances with his fingers. “I love playing games,” Mick told her, a reference to Paulina’s previous comment.
“I’ll give you one warning,” said Paulina sternly as she abruptly grabbed his forearms. A smile quickly overtook her face, and she advised Mick that, “Having my nipples played with gets me really hot.”
It was pouring down rain and with the fields deserted, Paulina had no fear of being seen. She lifted her soaked tee shirt the rest of the way off and carelessly tossed it onto the ground as Mick proceeded to turn on her high beams. He started by gently rolling her stout stems between his index fingers and thumbs, then commenced to massage the ends of her nipples with the pads of his thumbs in a circular motion. Paulina pushed herself up on her toes and leaned in close so Mick would hear her over the rainfall and told him, “I like that.” She then slipped her tongue in and out of his receptive mouth several times before relieving him of his own shirt.
“Wow,” Paulina uttered, as she stood there captivated by his sculpted frame. Amazed, she ran her hands across Mick’s chest for a moment before reaching up and pulling his head down towards herself to kiss him some more. Their tongues churned, almost violently like the clouds above, and as they made out, Mick’s playful hands returned to titillate Paulina’s protrusions. She moaned from his touch and immediately began to grope his dick through his wet trunks that clung to him.
Mick pulled away from Paulina’s mouth and began to kiss the side of her neck. He methodically worked his way down until he came to capture one of his teammate’s gum drops within his lips. Mick found that her nub had grown firm and he beset Paulina’s monolith, sucking on the prominence none too gently and mercilessly flitting it with his tongue. When he worked his way back up Paulina’s neck, she laid her cheek snuggly against Mick’s own as if to whisper in his ear and told him, “You’re making me so wet.”
“I think that’s the rain,” he jocosely replied before beginning to nibble on her earlobe.
“It’s definitely not the rain,” Paulina assured him.
Mick pressed his lips to Paulina’s once more and as their tongues became interwoven again, he deftly slipped his hand down inside her cotton panties. “Ooooh,” she groaned as his finger glided over her clitoris and in between her slick labia, “I like how you slide into third base.” Not quite as adroitly, Paulina followed suit and reached into Mick’s shorts and took possession of his chub. To her surprise, she found him much harder than expected for the amount of fooling around they had done, but Paulina was unaware of Mick’s earlier run-in with Terri or that he had remained quite libidinous from it.
With total disregard for the tempest, the two continued to stand there and mutually fondle one another. Paulina smiled as she sensed Mick’s phallus solidifying further within her closed hand and it goaded her to beat him off harder. Repeatedly, Paulina’s fist raced up and down Mick’s shaft until it felt like the barrel of a wooden bat was slipping through her fingers. When she rubbed his testes with her palm, Paulina found that Mick had two hardballs. “Forget third base,” she said into his ear, “I want you to grand slam me right now.”
Paulina took hold of Mick by the waist and carefully maneuvered him backwards to the end of the bench before yanking his shorts and underwear down past his knees. After he had taken a seat as directed, she removed Mick’s cleats and socks from his feet and finished slipping the garments off his legs. Using Mick’s shoulder for balance, Paulina pulled off her own shoes and socks then dropped her shorts and panties to the ground and stepped out of them. She placed her other hand on Mick’s opposite shoulder and gently pushed against him, conveying without saying a word that he should lay down on the bench. With no way to brace himself and nothing else to grasp, Mick held onto Paulina’s hands to keep from falling back uncontrollably onto the bench as he reclined.
After carefully straddling his waist, Paulina uncoupled from their handhold before reaching down and retrieved Mick’s rigid pole and hoisting it between her widened legs. Even though the seat of the bench did not rise far from the ground, Paulina had trouble making their ends meet as she lacked stature as well, and Mick’s length was copious to say the least. She bent forward to the point that she was laying on top his body and with some torquing of Mick’s nearly inflexible rod, Paulina managed to slip his tip inside herself. Slowly she sat back up while continuing to clutch his stiffened member and guide it into her deepest recesses, and as Paulina began to grind on Mick’s cock which filled her completely, she let slip, “Jesus Christ!” To allow herself to adjust to his considerable magnitude, Paulina took her time as she commenced to ride him, progressively working herself over more and more of Mick’s erection as her body acquiesced to his incursion.
The balls of Paulina’s feet were barely touching the ground and as she bound up and down on Mick harder and harder, her toes began to slip through the mud underneath the bench. His balance upon the narrow aluminum platform was precarious at best and Mick began to teeter side to side as Paulina rode him more wildly. He was squinting from the rain pelting his face, but Mick’s eyes suddenly shot open and he grabbed Paulina by the waist as it felt like he was about to tumble off the perch. His uneasiness was obvious, so Paulina carefully raised herself up off Mick and dismounted her schoolmate. She reached out offering Mick her hand which he accepted, then helped bring him back upright on the metal seat. “Come with me,” said Paulina over the rain as she gently tugged on his arm.
It had begun to grow dark and with the downpour continuing unabated it was difficult to see farther than a few steps ahead as Paulina led Mick out onto the softball field but when they stopped, he could tell they were somewhere between home plate and the pitcher’s circle. Paulina stood up on her tiptoes and grabbed Mick behind the neck bowing his head, then began to make out with him yet again. They kissed for a moment before Mick spun Paulina around and drew her right up against himself. He took hold of her buds and began to twist them as before, like he was attempting to fine tune an antenna by rotating two dials. Paulina alternated between giggling and groaning as Mick tweaked her inflamed, fleshy stubs, and when he slid his hand down the front of her wet body and in between her legs, she began to prance uncontrollably.
Paulina could feel her legs giving way so she raised her arms up and interlocked her fingers behind Mick’s head to help support herself as he continued to play with her. When she was no longer able to stand, Paulina let herself slowly descend to the ground while rubbing her body against Mick’s in a seductive, serpentine fashion. She dropped down onto her knees then fell forward onto her hands and went about suggestively wiggling her ass at him. Paulina’s shimmying tush was more than enough of an inducement for Mick and he plummeted down onto the field kneeling directly behind her.
Enthralled by the sight of Paulina’s plump posterior, Mick took a moment to appreciate her ample asset. It was not like she had a ridiculously huge derriere disproportionate to the rest of her body, but Paulina definitely had a bit of junk in the trunk and Mick could not resist reaching out with his two hands and kneading both her round loaves. He took hold of himself and went about rubbing the entrance of Paulina’s love tunnel with the terminus of his hardened extremity, and as Mick squeezed her one cheek and pulled it to the side parting her miry labia, he slipped back inside her. With measured strokes he recommended sliding in and out of his partner, but she currently had no use for moderation.
“Give it to me!” shouted Paulina, as she had no fear of being heard by anyone, “Don’t hold back!”
He grabbed Paulina by both her buttocks again, making sure to get a healthy handful of both her hams, then inched closer to thrust his entire cock into her.
“Wow! You’re big!” exclaimed Paulina, as Mick began to do as instructed and give her a good fucking.
Inconceivably, the intensity of the rain increased. The unrelenting drops stung as they battered their bare bodies and the tumult arising from the bombardment hurt their ears as Mick and Paulina made love in the wet grass of the infield under the deluge. The ferocity of the precipitation incited Mick and the more it poured, the harder he plunged into her. Paulina started to slip through Mick’s grip on her wet haunches as he ramrodded her from behind, so he took hold of his lover by her trim waist and long French braid. Mick continued to repeatedly slam into her bulbous backside and when like a saturated cloud he could hold back no longer, he pulled out and planted his dick between her ass cheeks and showered Paulina’s back with droplets of his cum as he ground upon her. It made her laugh, and Paulina twerked against his shaft with her bustling rump in return.
Mick stood up first then reached down with an open hand to help Paulina to her feet. “Let’s get out of here,” she said, figuring that like herself, Mick had no interest in any postgame wrap-up either. The pair scampered to the bench where they both struggled to pull on their soaked clothing and neither of them bothered with putting on their socks and shoes.
“Where are you parked?” yelled Mick as he picked up the bases.
“Not too far from you,” Paulina responded as she slung the bat bag over her shoulder.
With Paulina’s car hidden behind the shroud of rain, the two teammates took their best guess as to its approximate direction then headed off across the playing fields, and by the time they arrived at her parking spot the storm had begun to slacken. After dumping all the equipment in the vehicle’s trunk, Paulina said to Mick while cracking up, “This was fun! We should do it more often.”
Her comment brought a smile to his face, but he shook his head dissentingly at her. “I’m afraid I’ll have to ask for a raincheck,” replied Mick.
She chortled even harder and exclaimed, “Witty and good-looking!” before giving him one last kiss and opening the door to her automobile. “If I don’t catch you beforehand, I’ll see you next Thursday for the last game,” Paulina told him as she got in. Mick gave her one quick wave, then hustled over to his own car.
* * *
Rushing to the food court after the end of last class then back to Bradley Hall to eat and change because he had some place to be had become commonplace for Mick, and this Friday was no different. That evening was the opening of the two-night run of the play and Mick needed to get to the performing arts center early for hair, makeup and costume. Even though he was not expecting to have to deliver any lines being an understudy and an extra, Mick felt nervous nonetheless as he sat eating and studying the playscript. Part of his trepidation was due to having concealed his participation in the production from his good friend Abigail, so he did his best to concentrate on going over the script because thinking about her made him queasy. When the time came, Mick slipped quietly out of his door and prayed that he would not cross paths with Abby on his way out of the dorm.
Near the end of the first act, Mick was standing just offstage watching the leads Olivia Fleming and Ronald Sherrer giving their performances as Sophie Livingston and Thomas Hill. Mick was feeling much relieved as he had gotten through his initial scene which only required him to sit at a desk in a classroom and listen to the dialog between the lead actress and their professor. He was very surprised by how dim the house lights were and that from the stage, he could not see anyone’s face in the audience thankfully.
Suddenly, Ronald brought his clenched hand up to his mouth and coughed several times in between their lines. “Oh dear!” said Olivia in character, “I hope you’re not coming down with that dreaded influenza.”
“Not to worry,” replied Ronald, keeping with his character as well, “It’s just the drier air with the changing of the seasons.”
Professor Miriam Seidman happened to be in front of Mick also observing and he heard her murmur, “Wonderful! Wonderful!” as she clapped imperceptibly. She leaned over and said in a hushed voice to the director Nina Holcomb, “To do that so adeptly takes talent and experience.”
All of a sudden, Mick felt rather uneasy again. Forgetting a line while performing seemed terrifying enough, but the thought of having to ad lib on the fly had never crossed his mind. What else was there about acting on a stage that he did not know, pondered Mick. He considered it fortunate to not have been cast in the lead role but even as an extra, Mick’s perception was that he was out of his league. “What was I thinking auditioning?” he questioned himself.
“Bravo!” praised Professor Seidman as Olivia and Ronald exited the stage at the end of the act. “Kudos to you both for that extraordinary improv,” she extolled further as a production assistant handed Ronald a bottle of water. They both thanked the professor for her kind words before the director had a crew member whisk Olivia and Ronald away for a required costume change.
After the final curtain, the entire cast trotted back out to take a bow. The raucous sound of the audience’s approval thrilled Mick as he walked out and filled him with satisfaction even though he had only had a minor part. In that moment, he remembered why he had initially been intrigued about performing live on stage. Once the curtain call was concluded, the thespians returned backstage where cast and crew alike congratulated one another for the outstanding production that evening. Professor Seidman also gave a few complimentary words before the actors and actresses retreated to the dressing rooms to change out of costume and remove their makeup prior to leaving.
On Saturday morning, Mick woke up feeling invigorated from his experience of being onstage the night prior. After a much-needed trip to his lavatory, he started a load of laundry before returning to his room to make a mug of coffee and scrounge around for breakfast. The forecast indicated it would be a beautiful spring day, so Mick wanted to get in a long run, in addition to studying for next week’s finals and reviewing the playscript in preparation for the show later that day.
Upon returning to campus from his jog across the grounds and through the adjacent neighborhood, Mick stopped at the food court for lunch. He picked up a noodle and rice bowl then walked back outside to eat and enjoy the nice weather some more. Classes would end the following week and while he ate, Mick mulled over his plans for the summer as he was very much looking forward to the break.
Mick’s phone chirped as he was placing his trash in the receptacle and when he looked, there was a text from Nina Holcomb that stated, “Call me as soon as you get this message.”
“Hi Nina, its Mick,” he said when she answered.
“Thanks for calling so quickly,” replied Nina, “Do you have a few moments to speak?” It seemed rather important, so Mick sat down on a bench under the shade of a tree to talk to her. “I don’t want you to freak-out,” began Nina, “But Ronald is suffering from a bout of mild asthma.” Immediately, Mick thought back to when Ronald coughed while delivering his lines onstage the previous evening. “You will be playing the part of Thomas Hill tonight,” she continued.
Several seconds passed as Mick sat dumbfounded while trying to process the implications of Nina’s statement to him. He had convinced himself to accept the offer of being an extra and additionally the understudy believing that it was extremely unlikely that he would ever be called upon to deliver a single line. It had seemed like a very reasonable assumption to Mick at the time.
“Are you there?” asked Nina, pulling Mick out of his half-conscious state. “I uh… I’m here,” he stammered.
Nina recommended that Mick brush up on the lead character’s lines and get over the performing arts center that evening a little earlier than previously planned. She could hear the nervousness already in his voice and offered some words of encouragement, telling him, “Don’t worry, you’re going to be great.”
“Is this really happening?” Mick asked himself, as he continued to sit there and stare at his phone in disbelief after the call ended. He had already previously intended to go over the script but now suddenly, that task carried a great deal more urgency. Feeling panicked, Mick jumped up out of his seat and bolted for Bradley Hall.
Per the director’s suggestion, after spending every available moment that afternoon reviewing the play’s script, Mick arrived at the performing arts center early. He had skipped dinner knowing it to be unwise, but he had too many butterflies in his stomach to think about eating prior to the show. Only a few crew members were at the theater when Mick walked in so he took to the stage and began to rehearse all by himself. When Nina Holcomb found him about twenty minutes later she beckoned him off the stage, telling Mick that, “Okay enough before you give yourself an ulcer.”
Nina escorted Mick backstage and while pointing at a tall, folding director’s style chair, ordered him to, “Park it!” She disappeared for a few moments before returning with several members of the production crew and announcing to the group, “Ronald is sick tonight, therefore Mick will be playing the lead role of Thomas Hill.” All the crewmates applauded supportively before Nina quickly interjected to give them their instructions. “Do your best to change up his hair,” stated the director, before advising the dressers to mix up his suits and hats except for the two-piece ensemble which he needed to be wearing for the final act. “We want him to appear as different as possible from last night,” said Nina, “in case there are repeat attendees.”
While receiving the finishing touches to his hair and makeup, several people stopped by to give Mick some encouragement, including Professor Miriam Seidman along with the lead actress Olivia Fleming who was a rather tall and strikingly beautiful young woman with a head full of strawberry blonde hair that was complimented by her blue eyes and a slightly freckled, porcelain complexion. Aesthetically, she seemed perfectly cast to play a salient young woman of the early twentieth century.
“What did you get me into?” joked Mick, directing his comment at Professor Seidman.
“I was going to ask how you were holding up but I can sense some jitters which is to be expected,” she told him. Mick admitted that he was fearful of blanking on his lines during the performance. “If you get lost, don’t think about the line so much as how your character would likely respond in the given situation,” continued Professor Seidman, “and the line will come to you.”
“Plus, I’ll be right there with you the whole time to help you through,” added Olivia, who went on to explain how she could feed him his lines if he were to become really stuck. “For instance, if I were to ask you, ‘What do you think of a woman’s right to vote?’ and your line is, ‘The Constitution is unclear on the matter,’ then I might say to you, ‘Do you feel the Constitution is unclear on the matter?’ and you would just answer, ‘I believe so’.”
Professor Seidman advised Mick that from what she had observed of his read-throughs and dress rehearsal he had been magnificent. “You’ve got this down cold,” Olivia assured him before Professor Seidman added, “We would not have put our trust in you if we did not think you were capable of doing an excellent job.” Mick thanked them both for coming by and being so supportive. “Embrace this experience and enjoy it,” said Professor Seidman enthusiastically before turning and walking away.
Mick continued to sit in the chair, unmoving while repeatedly going over his character’s lines until an assistant stage manager hollered, “Curtain up in five minutes! Act one beginners to the stage!” He drew in a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.
“This is it,” Mick told himself as he stood up and laid the playscript on the seat. As he walked to his position, Professor Seidman called out his name and cajoled him to, “Break a leg!” “Great,” he mumbled, as the thought of falling off the stage while moving about during the performance had never crossed his mind. Now he had one more notion to worry himself to death with.