The Underclassman Ch. 10

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The Devil is in the Details

Mick arrived at class uncharacteristically late and walked to his spot in the back where Abigail and Zoe were already in their seats, as was Whitney Harrington and her friend Lauren. “Hey,” he said to Abby as he sat down, intentionally keeping his back turned towards Whitney.

“Where have you been?” Abby said to him.

“Rolled through my alarm and had trouble getting going this morning,” Mick told her, but he was lying.

Mick had certainly been in no rush to get to English Literature as today was the day that everyone was going to get their graded term papers back and his insides were roiling because of it. He had worked his ass off and felt good about the paper he had turned in but was still relatively confident that he was going to have to grin and bear Whitney’s smug expression as she belittled him over winning the bet they had made together. Mick did not care at all about the possibility of losing five-hundred dollars, he just could not stomach the thought of having to endure her pompous attitude, even for a brief moment.

“Quiet please, take your seats,” directed the professor as he entered the lecture hall and strode to the lectern. Both Mick and Whitney turned to face the front but neither of them acknowledged the other’s presence in the slightest way.

The majority of the session was spent reviewing the material presented over the semester to prepare the class for their final exam. Near the end of class, the instructor walked up the side aisle returning the term papers by sending them down the rows of seating. “Please find your paper and pass the rest over to the student next to you,” he instructed the undergrads.

“Here we go,” Mick mumbled to himself, feeling very tense. He looked down his row and watched as the papers slowly made their way to him.

Mick became briefly distracted when Hannah, who was sitting in the row in front of him, swiveled in her chair and stretched forward over the empty seat next to her to collect the essays being passed her way. He could not help but notice when her shirttail rode-up and exposed the small of her back. Mick was surprised when he spied what seemed to be a tattoo peeking out over the top of her corduroys, as his impression of Hannah was that she was a very reserved, proper young lady. Having ink on her lower back seemed totally out of character for her.

When Hannah sat back Mick got a much better view of her artwork and was stunned beyond comprehension. “Is that a… paw print?” he asked himself. Mick flashed back to Halloween and being domineered by the anonymous girl in the Catwoman costume. “No… no way, it couldn’t be her,” thought Mick in disbelief.

Having retrieved her term paper, Abigail passed the stack over to Mick, interrupting his mental deliberations. Nervously he sifted through them but he could not find his term paper. “It’s not in here,” he said looking up at Abby who shrugged her shoulders back at him. Mick once again rifled through the pile and having no better luck the second time, pushed the papers over to Whitney without bothering to look in her direction. Not finding his paper only made him more anxious.

Once again he was drawn to Hannah as she turned to pass term papers down her own line. After handing her stack to the adjacent student, Hannah reached back and placed Mick’s project on the table and slid it in front of him. “Yours was mixed in with our pile,” she told him demurely.

Mick looked down and saw his cover sheet resting under Hannah’s palm, but it did not even register with him because that was not the only thing he spied. Once again, he had trouble believing his own eyes.

Mick brought his hand down on top of Hannah’s abruptly, surprising her. “Thanks,” he said looking her straight in the eye. She tried to pull her hand out from under Mick’s own but he held it firmly in place. Mick pinched the tip of Hannah’s ring finger and lifted it off the table slightly before breaking off from his gaze with her and looking back down. Mick could clearly see that her fingernail was much shorter than the rest of her well manicure tips.

“You!” he declared, doing his best to not be too loud even though he was completely astonished. Hannah forcibly pulled her hand out from under Mick’s as he looked back up at her, then quickly turned around in her chair.

Abby was preoccupied with reading the professor’s comments about her own paper but still caught part of the interaction out of the corner of her eye. She leaned over and whispered to her friend, “What was that about?”

“What was what?” replied Mick, doing his best to play it off. “I simply said thank you for finding my paper,” he told Abby, “That’s all.”

“Well how did you do?” asked Abigail eagerly.

Mick slowly leafed through his paper before arriving at the professor’s summary comments which were attached at the back. “A very thorough and solid effort on your part Mr. Michel,” noted the professor. He continued to read through the instructor’s typewritten remarks and criticisms in their entirety before arriving at his grade, a ninety-four. Instantaneously his anxiety evaporated and he beamed ear-to-ear Adana Escort feeling very satisfied now knowing that all his hard work had paid-off.

Underneath his grade were some additional hand-written comments.

“I sense that you have struggled to connect with the subject matter but not because of a lack of effort on your part,” penned the professor. “You have shown steady improvement throughout the semester and your term paper is a culmination of such steadfast endeavor,” he wrote, additionally adding, “and taking into consideration the extraordinary pursuance of your research, I am very pleased to award you five bonus points to be added to your final grade for the semester — Congratulations!”

“I can’t believe it,” Mick said under his breath as he read through it all once again to be sure he had read it correctly the first time. He thrust his hands into the air and turned to Abigail saying once again, “I can’t believe it!”

“What?” she asked with hopeful anticipation.

“I got a ninety-four and was awarded the five points!” he euphorically informed her.

“Congratulations!” his friend said as they both hugged each other. Mick looked over at Zoe who smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

“I can’t thank you enough,” he whispered in Abby’s ear.

“You just did,” she replied.

Both of them could feel the aura of abject anger emanating from Whitney Harrington as she stormed by them having obviously overheard their conversation. “I guess you want to go gloat and collect your bet,” said Abby, her voice now sounding more melancholy.

Mick knew she objected to his wager and would be disappointed in him if he followed through with collecting his prize. He did not know how to respond so Mick said nothing in reply.

“Well I’m not sticking around,” she informed him as she rose from her chair.

Mick and Zoe both stood up and followed Abby down the steps on the side of the lecture hall. As the trio neared the bottom, overhearing Whitney’s verbal berating of the professor was unavoidable. After exiting through the door and taking a few steps down the corridor Mick said, “I’ll catch up later. I want to talk with the professor and thank him.”

Abigail did not turn around and continued to walk away from him, simply raising her hand and waving to acknowledge their parting. She knew what Mick’s true intentions were and Abby did not want to be a spectator to it in any way.

Mick’s back was still turned when Hannah exited the classroom. She brushed up against him ever so slightly as she hurried by him and down the hall. “Meow,” said Hannah softly while passing him by.

“Hannah, wait!” demanded Mick, but she did not turn around either. For a second Mick considered chasing after her but it seemed like Hannah was intent on putting as much distance between the two of them as fast as she could, and he surely did not want to chase after her and miss the opportunity to confront Whitney.

Still in disbelief, Mick said to himself, “I can’t believe that Hannah was the Catwoman.”

He leaned back against the wall and listened as Whitney continued to throw a tantrum, and enjoyed every second of her tirade. “I fail to see how I did not earn the extra credit! I had the best paper!” screeched Whitney.

By now the instructor had heard enough and replied in a patient and professional tone, “Miss Harrington, you are an incredibly gifted literature and writing student and I look forward to having you in my classroom in the future,” he told her before continuing, “but barring a failing grade on your final exam which I just can’t phantom, those extra points can’t elevate your grade for the course, but they can help another student’s.”

Whitney literally stomped out of the classroom in a fit of rage. “We’ll see about this,” she barked en route to the exit. “I’m going to the department head!” she proclaimed further.

When Whitney entered the corridor she could not avoid immediately spotting Mick who was propped against the wall snickering. “No fucking way I am honoring the bet because I didn’t lose,” she asserted.

“I knew if by some miracle that I won our friendly little wager,” he said to her, “that you wouldn’t have the integrity to pay-up.”

“How dare you question my character,” she barked at Mick. “I had the better grade and I did not lose the bet!” Whitney stated adamantly.

“Lauren,” Mick said as he turned to her, “would you be so kind as to help your friend remember correctly?” Lauren gave him a puzzled look. “The wager was who would be awarded the five extra points, was it not?” he asked.

“Well, yes,” replied Lauren in a reserved manner.

“And did the professor say he would award the points for the highest grade, or for the paper that in his opinion demonstrated exemplary excellence and effort?”

Lauren looked away and started to nervously fidget with her necklace. “That second part,” she hesitantly admitted.

“Thank you,” said Mick.

“I.. don’t.. care,” Whitney informed him before saying further, “I’m still not paying up.”

“That’s what I totally expected from you,” Mick replied, “Thanks for the affirmation.”

Whitney Adana Escort Bayan turned and began to walk away while Lauren followed after her expectedly. “Oh by the way,” said Mick, loudly and assertively. His words froze Whitney and caused her to pivot and face him again. He stepped towards her and put his hand in his pocket.

“As I think I indicated, I expected to lose this bet to you,” Mick admitted. “So I was fully prepared to honor my part of the deal,” he said as he withdrew his hand and showed her five folded one-hundred dollar bills. The look on both of the girl’s faces was one of total astonishment.

“If you can find your courage, be at my dorm room at eleven o’clock this Saturday morning,” Mick instructed Whitney before adding, “but I doubt you will.”

It was obvious that his words continued to irk Whitney, but he was not finished having his say just yet.

“It wouldn’t surprise me however,” Mick continued, “if you offered to pay one of your friends to fulfill your obligation for you.” He could see that Whitney was grinding her teeth so he was more than happy to press on even more.

Mick looked at Lauren and said, “If Whitney asks you to go in her place, wear something nice.” Lauren did not know how to take his comment but before she could give it much thought Mick said to her, “I have five-hundred dollars burning a hole in my pocket and I would love to take you somewhere really, really nice for lunch.”

Lauren quickly turned away as she could not help but smile at his words and could feel herself begin to blush from his offer. Although she was Whitney’s friend, Lauren certainly did not mind seeing her getting taken down a peg because Whitney wore her privilege on her sleeve like the entitled bitch that she was. Lauren was flattered by Mick’s unexpected offer and she knew the expression on her face would be a betrayal to Whitney and piss her off to no end if her friend caught a glimpse of it.

“Have a great day,” Mick said facetiously to Whitney as he began to walk away.

A few days had passed since Mick and Abby had gotten their term papers back and she was studying for the final when she heard two quick knocks on her dorm room door. She jumped up to open it and just as Abigail expected she found Mick standing on the other side who did not wait for an invitation to enter. “What’s all this?” she asked, surprised by the ladened plastic bags he was carrying in both of his hands.

Mick sat the bags down on her desk before slinging his backpack onto Zoe’s bed. “I’ve worked half a day after my final this morning and I’m wiped,” Mick told her. “I’m tired of the cafeteria and I’m tired of delivery pizza,” he said before further adding, “So I got us Chinese take-out.”

“Oooh,” Abby uttered in a low, guttural tone, “Did you go to the Jade Palace?” Mick nodded confirming her hopes. “Did you happen to get any Colorado Spring rolls?” she asked him.

“Of course, and chicken lo mein,” he told her before announcing, “Plus a six of winter ale.”

“I get Zoe’s share!” exclaimed Abby as she tore into the bags suddenly devoid of her usual manners.

“So where is your roomy?” inquired Mick as he sat down at Zoe’s desk to eat. “Why isn’t she here studying with us for the final?” he asked further.

Abigail chafed at the question knowing that Mick was going to have some sort of smart-alecky comment when she informed him where Zoe was. “Women’s studies support group meeting,” she hesitantly admitted.

Mick’s head slumped to the side like his neck had suddenly lost all ability to hold it upright. He rolled his eyes but before he could utter anything sarcastic Abby instructed him, “Not a single freaking word.”

The dorm mates chowed down on lo mein while working through the study guide that the instructor had provided to the class. Mick sensed that he was beginning to run out of gas when Zoe happened to come through the door. It seemed like as good a time as any to quit so he told Abby that he was hanging it up for the evening.

“Big day tomorrow,” said Abby, making a not so veiled reference to Mick’s impending appointment with Whitney. “Better go get your rest,” she told him.

It was obvious that her comments irked her friend. “I actually am spent from work and studying,” asserted Mick as he collected his belongings. “Can we pick it back up on Sunday?” he asked his study partner.

“Sure,” she said before adding, “Will you bringing spicy crunchy tuna rolls from Uramaki?”

“No, you have the next dinner,” Mick informed her.

“Then I guess it’s delivery pizza,” replied Abby while snickering.

Mick shook his head and chuckled as he opened the door to her dorm room and walked out. He took a few steps down the hall and inserted his key into the handset, then opened the door to his own room. As the door began to swing open, he immediately noticed light emanating from somewhere inside. That struck him as curious because he was fairly certain that he had not left any lights burning when he departed for work earlier that morning.

Mick stepped inside and was startled to discover that Hannah was sitting on his love Escort Adana seat. “Hi!” she said to him, looking over the top of the papers she was reading, but he was too stupefied to reply.

Hannah’s presence in his room seemed inconceivable and Mick stood there looking at her trying to discern if she was a figment of his imagination or if she was not. She looked beautiful sitting there wearing a taffy pink cardigan over top of a light pink oxford. Hannah’s argyle socks covered her slender, outstretched legs up to her knees but her light blue skirt did little to cover the rest.

It was obvious Mick was looking her over so Hannah asked him, “Kitty got your tongue?”

Mick snapped out of his reverie and demanded, “How in the hell did you get into my room!?”

“A good cat burglar doesn’t divulge her trade secrets,” she told him.

“Enough already with the Catwoman crap,” he instructed, obviously perturbed with her.

“Okay,” she acceded while rising from the couch. Hannah said to him, “I guess there is no point continuing with the charade now that you’ve discovered my true identity too, Rogers Michel.”

“And just how do you know my name?” Mick asked her.

“So many questions,” she said playfully but he brusquely cautioned her in a terse voice stating, “I said no more games.”

“Deloris is my friend from back home,” Hannah told Mick, who gave her look as if to say, “Who?” She explained while laughing, “The girl at your dorm check-in… the one who sent you to the housing office?”

“Aaah,” said Mick, harkening back to churlish, stocky girl who insinuated that he had orchestrated his placement into Bradley Hall by intentionally altering his name on his housing application.

“Why are you here?” Mick asked his uninvited guest.

“What is this, an interrogation?” Hannah continued to joke.

“Maybe it should be,” he immediately stated while still not amused. “You’ve shown yourself to be a bit of a klepto,” Mick said to her and then continued, “Should I be worried that… your paws have been busy during my absence?”

She could tell by Mick’s slight change in tone and play on words that his disposition towards her had softened, if only just a bit. “I haven’t pilfered anything from you tonight,” Hannah asserted. “In fact, to answer your question,” she continued, “I actually came by in hopes of retrieving my own property from you.”

Hannah’s inference eluded Mick for a few seconds before her words finally clicked. He turned and stepped over to his desk, opened the middle drawer and pulled out the pair of pink, furry handcuffs she had used to bind him with on Halloween night. “I take it you mean these,” Mick said, showing her the restraints as they dangled from his index finger. Hannah smiled brightly, confirming his suspicion.

“I know you said no more games,” acknowledged Hannah as she inched towards him, “but are you sure I can’t interest you in one more?” She held up her closed hands side by side and told Mick, “I want to wear them this time.” Without hesitation he slapped the bracelets around Hannah’s wrists, clearly conveying his acceptance of her invitation.

Hannah did not waste any time either, immediately dropping onto her knees in front of Mick which was not the first time they found themselves together in such an arrangement. She attempted to liberate Mick’s phallus from his pants but Hannah’s task was complicated by her trussed hands and she struggled to unbuckle his belt. Mick could see that she was having some difficulty so he undid his trousers and pushed them down to his knees along with his boxers.

Mick’s limp dick dangled freely in front of Hannah’s face. Everything up to that point had happened so fast that he did not have a chance to become aroused even in the slightest.

Hannah marveled at his hanging dong for a moment before she splayed her palms and slid her open hands up behind his pendant, gently bringing it towards her as if splashing water on her face. Slowly she lifted her resting ass off of her heels, opened her mouth and imbibed his manhood as she rose, then settled back down releasing him. Mick’s organ commenced to lengthen and swell as over and over again she rose up swallowing every inch she could manage before retreating and releasing him.

It did not take long before Mick’s hefty tool was extending straight out from his body seemingly defying gravity. Hannah wrapped her left hand around the base of his crank and butted the heel of her right hand against her left, as if she was taking hold of a Louisville Slugger. Mick’s firm cock felt exactly like a baseball bat in her hands, and she could barely close her grip completely around the circumference of his rigid dick.

Mick watched as Hannah began to run her manacled hands in unison up and down his elongation, methodically pumping his shaft as if she was working a butter churn. She returned her hands to the bottom of Mick’s cock and eyed the few remaining inches protruding forth from her grasp. Hannah pushed her mouth gently against the tip of his dick and Mick’s fleshy wedge parted her lips. She took his bulbous head fully into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue before slowly relinquishing it. Hannah took him in once more but this time descended further down his pole before pulling back. She continued to slowly work her way lower and lower down his shaft until her mouth’s advance was stopped by her double-fisted hold of his rigid rod.

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