Explorers Club Ch 02 Dawn

Explorers Club Ch. 2: Dawn

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Thanks to everyone who voted and commented on my first chapter, which was my submission to the 2024 Summer Lovin Contest. Thanks to all your support I'm continuing the story here. This chapter can be read on its own, but it's probably best to start with the first chapter if you haven't read it. Enjoy.

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I sipped my drink as I watched the silhouettes of Professor Hale and Gracie twirl to the music playing from the bar. For the last hour or so, the two of them had claimed a small patch of dirt underneath the night sky as their dance floor. Midnight was approaching and our table was pretty far from the bar, so they were lit only by the moonlight as they danced.

After a long day of hiking, Hale had taken us all to a bar to end the night, simply called 'The Bar.' It was little more than an outdoor shack with a single bartender, a speaker playing music from the bartender's iPhone, and a few scattered tables. It was really just a hangout spot for locals, and only barely an actual business. But the real draw was the location. It was high up on the mountain with an incredible view, and behind Gracie and Hale, the night-black sea stretched out into the distance.

The other student in the Explorers Club with us, Frank, had found a couple of local girls he was entertaining at another table. I paid for most of their drinks so far- I owed Frank from yesterday- and after the third or fourth round, I decided we were even. But he was in his own world and only came by our table when he got new drinks for his new friends.

I was sitting by myself, and the dancing figures of Professor Hale and Gracie were more than enough entertainment for me. Maybe it was the rum, or the relaxing end to a day of hiking, but I felt at peace here. It was like we had settled into our own little private universe at the top of the world.

Professor Hale wore her customary travel/hiking look: sandals, hair up in a bun, skin-tight khaki short shorts, and today her blouse was a pale yellow. But something was different tonight, and she was letting herself loosen up. Hairs were escaping from her bun and flowing around her face. The top few buttons of her blouse were undone, letting her perky breasts push out proudly as she danced.

Gracie stumbled while dancing and Hale caught her, and they both dissolved in laughter. Hale was our designated driver, but Gracie was quite drunk by this point. I was buying her drinks all night as well, not because I owed her as I did Frank, but really because I did whatever she asked me to. Unfortunately for me, even this tiny bar took credit cards, so I couldn't really say no.

I had been crushing on Gracie for over a year, ever since first joining the Explorers Club. She had a fantastic body: curvy, with voluptuous hips, and a killer rack. She had a kind, sweet smile and bright green eyes that gave her that girl next door look, and her bright and bubbly personality meant that she was impossible to ignore. She was the instant crush of every guy who joined the club. Tonight she wore one of those grass skirts that as far as I could tell was a tourist thing, but Professor Hale, our resident Hawaiian, didn't seem to mind. I certainly wasn't going to complain. I kept getting glimpses of her soft thighs and her round ass through the strands, since all she wore underneath the skirt was a flower bikini.

I took another sip of my drink and could have stayed until dawn, or longer.

Professor Hale gave Gracie a quick kiss on the cheek and left the dance floor.

"Aw Jessica, come on, one more song!" Gracie whined, but Hale shook her head and collapsed into the chair next to me. She gave me a warm smile, and I returned one, weakly.

My breath always caught in my chest when Professor Hale sat next to me, but I was still on edge around her. I had the best sex of my life with her just the day before, but our little secret wasn't officially out in the open. The two of us hadn't really even had time to talk about it, or what it meant.

I think both Frank and Gracie suspected something. Frank kept pestering me about why Hale and I returned from the swimming hole two hours late, and insisted I should make him my 'confidant.' Gracie probably knew as well. She and Professor Hale had been close for years, and even though I had sex with Professor Hale I still didn't feel comfortable calling her 'Jessica' like Gracie does. The two of them spent much of the day today whispering and giggling like schoolgirls, especially if they thought Frank or I weren't around.

"Done with dancing?" I asked Professor Hale.

She nodded as she caught her breath. "Yeah, it's nearly midnight, and I'm used to being in bed hours ago. I'm an old lady."

I snorted and shook my head. "Come on, you're what..."

She shot me a wry grin. "Are you about to guess my age, Perkins?"

"Well, I was considering it. I suppose it depends on what your reaction would be if I guessed..." Her eyebrow raised. "thirty-nine?"

She chuckled. "Playing it safe, I see? Well, you aren't far off, but suffice to say I'm old enough that I just can't stay up until 3:00 in the morning like I used to."

"Well I'm glad you're pushing yourself," I said.

"Hah, well me too, actually. This year I wanted to show you all somewhere special, even if it keeps me up longer than I'd like."

"Well at least we don't have anywhere we have to be early tomorrow, right?" I asked.

"Tomorrow is Gracie's birthday, so we're on her schedule," Professor Hale said, grinning.

"Yeah, she's been talking about that all day, what is the birthday schedule exactly?" I asked.

"I promised Gracie a spa day, but other than that, you'll have to wait and see," she said. "But regardless, I like to be up at dawn if I can. Missing the sunrise over our beach is almost criminal. Did you catch it this morning?"

Frank and I were sleeping in small wicker bungalows, basically little huts out on Hale's beach. Gracie slept in Hale's second bedroom in the main house.

I thought for a moment. "I don't think I've ever seen an actual real-life sunrise in my life."

She turned to me, giving me her full attention. "Really?"

Her wide, almond eyes examined me curiously behind her black framed glasses.

I shrugged. "If I've seen one, I don't remember."

"I'm waking you up at 5:45am tomorrow morning. Which is..." she looked at her watch. "In about six hours."

"You can try, but you might have to drag me. I don't think my limbs are capable of movement before 8:00am at the earliest," I replied.

Her eyes flitted sideways to me. "Bet I can get them to move," she said in a low whisper.

Her look was like a jolt of electricity that caused my dick to shift under my shorts. Her hand slid onto my thigh, under the table, and her fingers played along the edge of my shorts as I took a drink.

When her hand found the bulge of my cock under the table, I sighed and slumped back, to give her a better angle. She rubbed the length of it for a few moments, until I was nearly fully hard under her touch. Then she chuckled and removed her hand to take a sip from her sparkling water. She nestled back into her chair and sighed, as if she would go to sleep right there.

"Are you going to leave me like this for the rest of the night?" I groaned.

"Like what?" she said, grinning.

"Desperate," I admitted.

Hale turned, as Gracie arrived. Gracie's hands slammed on the table.

"What's this?" Gracie asked.

Considering how horny Professor Hale had just made me, it took every ounce of my willpower to not stare directly into Gracie's magnificent cleavage which was jiggling under that bikini top as she leaned over the table. That bikini was woefully inadequate to support a rack like that. I frankly had no idea how she danced so long in it, it must be some kind of skill.

"Well?" she asked, glaring at me.

I looked around, to Hale's curious expression, to the empty tables around us, and down to my half-finished drink. "It's... I believe it's called a cayperina?"

"Caipirinha," Professor Hale said, correcting my pronunciation. "It's Brazilian."

"Well it's fucking good," I said, "however you say it. Gracie do you want a sip-"

"I'm not talking about your goddamn drink," Gracie said as she swiped my drink, drained it, and slammed the empty glass back on the table. The ice jingled and she brushed her long hair out of her face.

"No, I mean why aren't you

dancing

, Perkins? You've been sitting here all night like a lump! Now you're going to leave me out there

alone

? On my

birthday

?"

She was aghast, as if I was committing a crime against humanity itself.

"Well..." I stammered.

"How dare you, Perkins," she continued.

I glanced at my phone. "Well but technically your birthday is not for another... fifteen minutes."

She glared at me. "Don't you tech-nic-ally me!

You're

the reason I'm single! You have a responsibility, you know!"

She narrowed her eyes and splayed her hands on either side of the table. It felt like I was being stared down by a mob boss during hostile negotiations. A mob boss wearing a flowered bikini and a grass skirt.

"Man up and take responsibility, Perkins," Gracie continued.

"I'm the reason?" I protested. "Hey, Alex was an asshole, and he-"

"I know he was an asshole," Gracie said, rolling her eyes. "But so what? Now I'm bored. Do you

want

me to find some random man at a bar to entertain me instead? Because I can, like

that

." She snapped her fingers with gusto.

"Hey look, I will take responsibility and help, it's just that I'm not really good at dancing," I said, awkwardly. "But I like watching you dance..."

Gracie smirked. "You 'like watching me dance'? You pervert."

Frank made a detour and wobbled by our table, struggling to carry three glasses of some kind of blue cocktail with elaborate pineapple toppings on each.

"Who's a pervert?" he asked.

"Well both of you, undoubtedly," Gracie said, but she pointed to me. "But I was talking about Perkins here."

"Oh, was he jerking it under the table?" Frank asked, as he gave me a lewd stare complete with wiggling eyebrows.

"Oh come on!" I protested.

"He said he 'likes watching me dance,'" Gracie explained. "I'm sure he was just you know... undressing me with his eyes, or whatever."

Frank examined Gracie up and down, slowly. "Oh yeah, he was for sure doing that, no doubt about it."

"Ha!" Gracie whirled to me, with a victorious glint in her eye. "Pervert."

"So are we just calling Perkins, 'pervert' from now on, or what?"

"Only I can," Gracie explained.

"Frank, you've been really helpful, but don't you have friends to get back to?" I groaned.

"Well I'm happy to help. Perversion is, after all, one of my areas of specialization." Frank raised the drinks he was holding in a small salute and went to bring them to his newfound friends.

"Professor, can you..." I turned to Hale, looking for help, but she was laughing so hard that she had temporarily lost the power of speech.

I sighed and put up my hands. "Alright Gracie, for your birthday I accept my responsibility to..." I hesitated. "I'm not entirely sure what I'm agreeing to, exactly."

"You agree to do all that I require to make sure that I'm not bored, obviously," Gracie finished, hands on her hips. She was swaying more from the alcohol, but clearly was still sober enough to make demands.

I nodded. "Alright, I agree to your terms."

She grinned wide and grabbed my wrist. "Come on, then! If you don't know how to dance you'd better figure it out soon," she said, and pulled me towards the dance floor.

"Hey, I think I've still got another ten minutes until my shift begins..." I teased.

But as Gracie pulled on my arm, her drunken wobbling got the better of her. She lost her balance, and her knees buckled. I quickly dropped underneath her and broke her fall on my chest.

"Fuckkkkkk," Gracie moaned as Professor Hale picked her up.

"Well, I'd say your new manservant did his job," Professor Hale said, chuckling, as she pulled us both up.

"One more dance..." Gracie whined, but her speech was slurred and slow.

"I don't think so," Professor Hale said, and redirected us towards the jeep. "I think it's long past time for us to head back."

Professor Hale and I gently helped the drunken and half-asleep Gracie into the back seat of the jeep. Frank was still chatting with his new friends, and we waved him over to us.

"Coming with us, Frank?" Professor Hale asked.

"Well, I think I've got a ride, actually..." he said, winking at me.

Hale put her hands on her hips. "Well can you text me their address? For liability reasons I need to at least have some idea where you are. I am technically this club's supervisor, still."

"Well, speaking of, I actually have a favor to ask," Frank mumbled. "I actually wanted to see if I could invite them to my bungalow- well technically your bungalow, is that alright? They live with their parents..."

"And how old are these girls?" Professor Hale asked, narrow-eyed.

"Twenty, at least, they're in college!" Frank protested. "Trust me, they just live at home to save rent while they're in school, is all. I can even show you their IDs if you want."

Professor Hale sighed and put two fingers on the bridge of her nose. "So, they've agreed to this?"

"Well, I was about to ask them," Frank said. "But I'm pretty confident they'll say yes."

"Oh, I have an idea," I said to Frank. "Tell them that you could show them the sunrise from the beach. Apparently, it's pretty good," I offered.

Frank's face lit up, and Professor Hale gave me a wide-eyed look of annoyance.

"Genius, Perkins, genius!" Frank stuck out his hands and shook my hand vigorously with both of his. "Women LOVE sappy shit like that! I'll invite them to 'see the sunrise', it's perfect! Where do you come up with this shit?"

"There's no way they'll be awake before noon..." I mumbled to Hale, and she rolled her eyes.

"Alright, go nuts, Frank," Professor Hale said with a shrug, "we'll see you in the morning, with or without your new friends."

"So, are they hot?" I asked him in a whisper. "I never got a good look at them."

"Oh they're solid 6... 6.5s," he whispered, winking.

"Hm... well maybe you'll find hotter ones tomorrow?" I suggested.

"Oh no, you don't get it! A solid 6.5 is right on fucking

target

. It means they're good looking enough to be worth boning, but not so hot they think they're too good for it, you know? It means..." he looked around and his voice lowered. "they'll give up the

pussy

." He winked, as if he was disclosing a great secret, and ran back to his table.

"And they say romance is dead," Professor Hale deadpanned as she got into the driver's seat. "Perkins are you sitting up front?"

Gracie took my hand before I could respond. "No, I need to lay down and I need something to lay on," she said.

Professor Hale turned on some relaxing bluegrassy music on the radio and started down the bumpy side streets. "Alright kids, we'll be back at my place in about a half hour, so settle in and buckle up."

I adjusted myself to hold Gracie as comfortably as I could while she rested on my chest. She seemed to be enjoying getting comfortable, and I put my arms around hers as she settled in. Just having my arms around hers was enough to keep me hard under my shorts, but I was being a gentleman and didn't try any more than that. My eyes, though, couldn't stop running over her. Her tits bounced with each bump in the road, and there were lots of bumps on these little side roads.

"Were you really staring at me dancing all night while you were sitting at your little table?" she whispered. Her eyes were still closed, and she sounded both amused and tired.

"Yeah," I admitted in a whisper.

"Pervert," she whispered, and grinned.

We nestled together for a few minutes, and I caressed her bare arms as I held her.

"Perkins?" she whispered. Her eyes were still closed.

"Yeah?"

"Is it my birthday yet?"

"Yeah."

She nodded, and took one of my hands off her shoulder, and brought it down over her right breast. After a moment of hesitation I grabbed it, and relished in its soft, smooth weight. A part of me had honestly wondered if her tits were fake, but it was clear from their delightful squish under my fingers that they were real. My hand slid under her bikini top, and she sighed as I grasped and played with her firm, pink nipple. Soon, she pulled my hand out of her bikini and over her stomach, to the hem of her grass skirt.

I moved my hand slowly under the grass fronds. I took my time caressing her firm thighs, and my fingers played around the edge of her bikini. She wiggled and sighed as her hips slowly arched up and down. I could already feel her wetness, through the bikini.

She shoved further into my chest, and turned so her mouth was whispering just in my ear.

"Stop teasing," she whimpered.

She put her hand on mine and shoved it under her bikini. She was completely shaved and my fingers circled the lips of her labia. She bit her lower lip and sighed as I pushed inside her.

She grabbed my other hand and began to suck on my two fingers. My hand on her crotch found the hard nub of her clitoris hiding under her bikini and my fingers circled it, slowly. She rocked her hips upwards into my fingers as I played with her clit. My own erection was pushing aggressively and impatiently, and I could already feel pre-cum leaking into my boxers, as it ached for release.

The jeep bumped, shoving her into my hand. She let out a soft, long moan as I stroked her harder. I sped up until finally, she shivered and collapsed onto me. I massaged her breast and wiped my wet fingers on my shorts.

"Gracie, you doing alright back there?" Professor Hale asked.

Gracie fluttered her eyes. "Doing great, Jessica," she murmured.

Hale chuckled and I saw her eyes flit at me over the rear view mirror.

It wasn't long until Gracie began letting out cute, light snores as she slept on my chest.

For a few minutes we continued down the bumpy road, with my hand on Gracie's breast.

"Is she asleep?" Professor Hale asked, quietly.

"Yeah."

"And you're going to be a gentleman with sleeping beauty back there, huh, Perkins?"

"Of course," I groaned, and reluctantly removed my hand from Gracie's breast.

Professor Hale snickered.

The car began to turn on the bumpy road, and we arrived back at Professor Hale's property.

Hale and I each took one of Gracie's arms and carried her inside. Gracie was half-asleep as we moved her, and her eyes were closed the entire way into the house. As we went up the stairs, Hale put out a single finger and pushed on the aggressive tent my aching cock had created in my shorts.

"Pervert," Hale whispered, grinning.

We put Gracie onto her bed, and Professor Hale bent over her to remove jewelry and earrings. Gracie was out and snoring the second she hit the bed.

I ran my hands over Professor Hale's body and shoved my crotch up against her ass while she finished preparing Gracie for bed.

Hale let out a soft chuckle. "I know you're dying over there, but it's almost one in the morning..."

I kissed her on the neck and sucked: hard enough to make her gasp but not hard enough to give her a hickey. I'm sure that would have pissed her off.

She turned and let out a 'tsk'. I unhooked my belt and unzipped my shorts.

"Perkins," she whispered, as I continued sucking on her neck, "do you think I'm just your sex doll, that you can take whenever you want?"

I backed off her neck for a moment. "Yes?" I said, hopefully, and dropped my shorts.

Her eyes flitted down, and she shook her head, and gently pushed me back. I panted as she held me at arm's length. My shirt was completely unbuttoned, and my hard cock was poking out through the fly of my boxers.