Bungalows

Explorers Club Ch. 3: Bungalows

I walked slowly across the dark sand, naked, towards my own bungalow. The morning light was starting to illuminate the dark beach in a burnt orange glow. The warm sand was soft underneath my toes and I found myself beginning to enjoy my walk. I knew Professor Hale was waiting for me to bring her some spare clothes, and my bungalow was just up ahead. But first, I had to pass by Frank's bungalow.

I could hear some sounds from inside: he must have brought back those girls from the bar. I padded silently, staying away from the entrance, hoping I could get past without being spotted. But as I moved behind Frank's bungalow, I saw a figure wobbling unsteadily in the sand.

"Perkins!" Frank yelled, and turned to me.

I quickly covered my crotch with both hands. Frank chewed on a Slim Jim and then stretched his arms wide. He chuckled, shaking his head as he chewed, and looked me up and down.

"Why are you naked, Perkins?"

I shielded my eyes with one hand as he stumbled towards me.

"Why are

you

naked?!" I responded.

Frank looked down at his own body. He was completely naked except for a flip flop on one foot. I tried not to look too long below his waist.

"Huh," he said nonchalantly. "It appears I am!"

"Fun with your two new friends I assume?" I asked, nodding to his bungalow. "They came back with you from the bar?"

He gestured with his floppy Slim Jim back toward his bungalow. "Oh yeah they're in there. Henna and Jenna... I think that's their names. We watched the sunrise." He gave me a knowing nod and had a big, stupid grin on his face.

"Well..." I shuffled sideways awkwardly. "Glad you're having fun in there. I'm just going to get back now..."

"Perkins!" Frank yelled.

I stopped, and he pointed his floppy Slim Jim at me.

"You... you... you're naked, Perkins!" he began laughing.

I raised an eyebrow. "How drunk are you? You just said that."

"Very, yes," he said. He took another bite of his Slim Jim and wobbled precariously.

"You were able to uh... have sex in that condition?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Of course man! We did all the sex..." he said, waving his arms wide. He thought for a moment, then seemed to really struggle to remember.

Another figure emerged from Frank's bungalow, and I could tell from the silhouette it was a woman.

"Frank?! Who are you talking to?" she yelled. I shuffled sideways, desperately inching towards my door.

"That's Perkins!" Frank said.

"Who?" she asked.

"Perkins!"

She paused for a moment. "Well we've seen the sunrise now, can you stop yelling and come inside? What are you even doing out here?"

"Talking to Perkins!"

I pointed back to my own bungalow, which was close now. "I'm going to head back..."

"Why are you naked?" the girl asked me.

"I was just getting to the bottom of that mystery," Frank said, wobbling.

"I uh... I like to walk on the beach naked in the mornings," I lied. "It's relaxing."

"Ew," she said, and yanked on Frank's arm. "Frank is your friend a pervert or something?"

"Oh definitely!" Frank said, laughing, and shrugged off her arm. He turned to me and eyed me cautiously. "Wait... Perkins, did you fuck Gracie? I saw how you two were looking at each other last night... are you two fucking on the beach?!"

Frank looked around wildly, as if a naked Gracie might be lounging just in the shadows.

"No, I didn't have sex with Gracie," I said. I realized I did not sound very convincing, even though I was sort of telling the truth. Professor Hale was the one waiting for me in the cove at the end of the beach, though I had fooled around with Gracie in the car. In any case it sounded like an obvious cover-up.

"Sure, sure..." Frank said. I could by Frank's silly grin that he believed the exact opposite of what I just told him.

Frank shuffled up to me. His alcoholic breath was so strong I had to retreat backwards, but my back quickly hit the wall of my bungalow. My door was just around the corner, but Frank was just in front of me. I covered my crotch so our... parts didn't touch.

"Oh, Perkins..." he eyed me suspiciously, and poked me in the chest. "I'm your confidence, man, I'm your confidence! Remember!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" the girl asked.

"He means my 'confidant'," I explained.

She scoffed and grabbed his arm again.

"Alright, alright..." Frank moaned as he allowed himself to be pulled backwards.

I sighed with relief and shuffled towards my door. "I'll see you in the morning, Frank, and uh nice to meet you..."

"Hannah," she said coldly.

Frank pointed at me as he was dragged backwards. "I want details, Perkins! Details!"

A part of me did want to tell him everything that had happened... but I knew Professor Hale would kill me if I told him about us. I sighed and ducked into my own bungalow. It was small and dark, and thankfully empty. I found my suitcase, threw on swim trunks, and grabbed a spare T-shirt and some workout shorts for Professor Hale.

I quickly used the small bathroom, and as I sat down on the toilet I finally let my body relax for a few minutes. It must have been after 6:00am. I almost went to sleep on the toilet until I remembered she was still waiting for me, so I finished, picked up the clothes I was bringing her and stumbled towards the cove. I took the long way, keeping as far from Frank's bungalow as I could.

As I scrambled over the boulders at the end of the beach and dropped into the little cove, I saw Professor Hale laying back on the shore, where the tide was coming in. Her eyes were closed, and she was letting the morning light flow over her warm copper skin. She turned to me and smiled as the waves lapped up to her bare thighs. As she reached out a hand to take the clothes I brought her, my eyes flowed over her sun-drenched body.

"You know, laying there naked and covered in sand kind of makes you look like a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model," I said.

"I thought you told me I looked like a native warrior priestess or something?" Hale said, and I shrugged. She stood and brushed a bit of sand off my hip, and snickered. "Well you look like a hobo who slept on the beach," she ran a hand over my bare chest and let her fingers curl over my light layer of chest hair. "A hobo with a nice chest, though."

"So... have you ever wanted to fuck a hobo on the beach?" I asked. I was wobbling now about as bad as Frank was, just from exhaustion rather than alcohol.

She laughed. "I don't think you've got the energy for that," she said as she pulled my shirt over her.

My shirt was loose and oversized on her, ending at her thighs. As she adjusted the shirt, I took her hand and placed it on the bulge of my shorts. Her hand felt the shaft of my growing cock and she raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were all spent? You worked hard the last few hours, Perkins... don't you need a rest?"

"Well, you look really hot in my shirt..." I stepped forward and tried to take her by the waist. My fingers just brushed against her hip before she laughed and pushed me back.

"Perkins! Come on, even if you aren't spent, I sure am!" As she bent down to pull on her shorts, I slid my hand to grab her ass, feeling her tight muscles with just a little squish before she could cover them.

She shook her head and poked my chest. "Perkins, my pussy is still sore for god's sake. I'm going to give it a break, okay? You might want to do the same. You look like you're about to keel over."

"I was just cleaning you off," I said, as I brushed sand off her firm butt.

"So helpful, as always," she chuckled. Reluctantly, I removed my hands from her ass and allowed her to finish tying on her shorts and putting on her sandals. Then her face got a little more serious. "So, I heard your voice and Frank's on the beach..."

I nodded. "Yeah, he saw me walking across the beach naked... one of his friends from the bar was out there as well. I think the other was sleeping in the bungalow."

"You know this is all your fault, Perkins," she sighed.

"My fault?" I said, surprised.

"It was your idea to have Frank show them my sunrise! Now I'm going to have to deep clean that bungalow, god knows what substances Frank and his bar sluts are getting all over it..."

I crossed my arms and spoke in the most exaggerated condescending tone I could manage. "You know, Professor Hale, it's not very progressive to call them 'sluts.' Not very feminist of you, if I say so myself."

She put her hands on her hips and gave me her scowl that made her feel like a bird of prey about to strike. I just looked back at her, completely innocent.

She finally just relented, and rolled her eyes. "Fine. Perhaps I should refer to them as Frank's 'loose lady friends.' Is that a better phrasing, mister feminist?"

I shrugged. "You tell me, you're the feminist professor."

She tried to shove me and I laughed and stumbled out of her reach before she could touch me.

Hale laughed and brushed her hair out of her face. "So seriously Perkins, do they all know I'm out here? They saw you walking naked on the beach so they must have suspected?"

I shook my head. "No, I Frank him I just like to walk naked on the beach. And his friend just thinks I'm a pervert."

"Hah, well she isn't wrong!" Hale said, laughing.

"And Frank suspects I'm sleeping with Gracie. I told Frank I wasn't, but he probably thinks I'm lying."

Hale thought and smirked at me. "Well that makes sense, you two were flirting quite a bit last night. Not to mention staining the back seat of my jeep."

I looked down awkwardly. I was hoping maybe she had forgotten that.

"And that's the other reason you can't fuck me today. I told Gracie she has the green light for you today. She said something about making you her... birthday minion, I believe?"

I nodded. "The green light? So you're okay if Gracie and I..."

Hale sighed and held up her hands. "I know, she's had her eye on you, Perkins, and frankly I've seen how you look at her. You don't need to worry about your teacher standing in your way, alright? Now I'd like to get some sleep, okay?"

We began to walk out of the cove, and I took her hand. Somewhat to my surprise, she took mine, and her fingers circled around mine affectionately.

I looked over to her as we walked slowly in the sand. "So then Gracie knows something happened between us?"

Hale nodded. "I didn't tell her everything, but she knows enough. We were hours late coming back from the waterfall, and she wouldn't let up until I relented and confessed that you and I hooked up. It was so obvious I guess anyone could have pieced it together."

I grinned. "I don't think Frank did."

Hale snorted and looked sideways at me and squeezed my hand a little tighter. "Even so, I told her it was just a one-time thing, and she was surprised but not too mad about it. So don't worry."

We padded slowly in the sand towards the boulders that separated the cove from the beach. Her fingers were long and smooth but had a little roughness to them: her hands, like her body, were used to work.

I turned to her. "Was it? Just a one-time thing?"

"Well you know it wasn't," Hale said.

"Really?" I said, hopefully.

"Of course not!" Hale said and pointed behind us. "You also fucked me there," she switched to point towards other side of the rocks. "and there, at least until I escaped, and if we're counting the times you just fucked my mouth, there was back at my house, and in the plane..."

"Come on, that's not what I meant!" I said.

"Oh? What did you mean, then?" she said, grinning at me. "I'm not sure if you can call it a 'one-time thing' if you keep coming in me."

I hesitated, trying to find the words.

Hale raised an eyebrow, and her face turned a little more serious. "Are you asking if we're an item, Perkins?"

I watched her eyes closely and spoke slowly, trying to figure out what to say. "I just didn't want to think of this as the end..." she seemed about to speak but said nothing and I continued. "I just... well I like you, Professor."

She thought for a while, and we both hesitated before reaching the end of the cove. Finally, she turned to me. "I think you just like fucking your teacher, Perkins."

"Well I can't really deny that," I said. I bent down to kiss her, and she kissed back. I sighed, enjoying the soft warmth of her lips as they met mine. The smell of her was intoxicating and I wrapped my arms around her, and for a moment I lost myself in our kiss. I ran a hand up over her stomach and up higher, grasping her bare breast, and I felt her taut little nipples perk up under my fingers. I felt my horniness returning as my hands explored around her fit, smooth body.

She broke the kiss and put a hand on my cheek and looked down at my hand groping her chest underneath the loose shirt. "You're a sweet, horny boy Perkins..." Her fingers found my growing bulge and caressed the tent I was making in my swim trunks. Her pretty wide eyes flicked towards me. "So you aren't sick me of me, yet? I thought you'd be one of those boys who got what they wanted and lost interest."

"If you thought that's the kind of guy I was, how come you still had sex with me?" I asked.

"Girls can want things too," she said, and she pulled her hair into a loose bun. "Have fun with Gracie today, Perkins. And a word of advice- just do whatever she says, alright?"

She turned to leave, and I yanked her shorts just below her ass.

"Perkins!" she turned quickly.

"I just want you to know that I don't think I could get tired of you," I said, coming closer and cupping her bare ass. The muscles in her ass flexed reflexively as I grabbed her.

"Perkins, listen to me closely..." She slid a hand under the top of my swim trunks, around my growing erection, and cupped my balls.

I caught my breath as my dick twitched against her wrist.

"This time I'm not going to let you catch me."

Hale squeezed my balls, and I yelped. She pulled her own foot behind mine and shoved me backwards. I fell quickly and she yanked my swim trunks down to my ankles as I stumbled backwards. I fumbled naked in the damp sand, and by the time I picked myself up and put my shorts back on, she had already scrambled over the boulders and was gone.

I grumbled and struggled back to my bungalow. Her figure was in the distance, jogging towards the main house. My erection was taking forever to fade, and I had to do an awkward waddle across the beach as I made it back to my own bed.

My bed was little more than a mattress on the floor, but it was more than enough. My tiredness was catching up to me like a tidal wave. I barely had the energy to slip out of my swim trunks and I collapsed face down onto the mattress. The world went black.

I found myself somewhere between dreaming and reality, and I couldn't tell if it had been five minutes or five hours since I laid down. I dreamed I was in the water of Hale's watering hole, and she was grabbing my ass underneath the water. The memory mixed with others from the last few days, and I remembered Gracie moaning from when I fingered her in the backseat of the jeep. I blinked, and realized the pressure on my ass was real, and not part of my dream. It was pushing me down and shoving my boner into the mattress.

"Wakey wakey," Gracie's voice murmured from above me. I realized the feeling was the ball of her foot pressing into the flesh of my ass, and she circled it slowly as her foot pressed into me. "You've been avoiding your responsibilities, birthday minion."