Annie had taken Katie into town to stay with her mother for a few days. I was left at home with just Heather and Adam. Heather had been giving me the eye since she had arrived a few weeks before. After Annie had photographed her, Heather became Annie's girlfriend. That was not uncommon. Annie would often keep a girl around after she had photographed her. I couldn't blame her for hanging on to Heather. She was drop dead gorgeous. There was something kind of glamorous about her. She was tall, with long legs, had shoulder length, blond hair, big blue eyes a little turned up nose and the sweetest smile I had ever seen. She reminded me of Goldie Hawn, except Heather had a better body. Heather kind of acted like Goldie Hawn too, sort of silly, she laughed easily and had a really cute giggle. Heather was a really sweet kid.
If things had been different at Annie's in those days, I would have made an effort to get into bed with Annie and Heather. There had been a time that Annie would share some of her girlfriends with me. She would probably have shared her bed with Heather and me if I had pursued it, but I was involved with Katie, Li and Adam at the time.
If Annie was fond of a girl, she would often keep her around awhile. Annie would take good care of her girlfriends. She would photograph them exclusively for a while, and pay them more than usual. She would buy them expensive clothes and jewelry. She would share her home and her bed with them. Annie would also take very good care of them sexually. If a girl had real promise as a legitimate model or actress, Annie would put together a portfolio for her, as she did for Heather.
After I'd kissed Katie good-bye, that morning, I had hoped to find Heather in the kitchen, where I had last seen her. Instead I found her in the hot, steamy laundry room. I gave her a hand with some laundry them helped myself to a piece of her ass. I fucked sweet Heather on top of the dryer, then ate her pussy until she came. I collapsed on a pile of laundry and Heather soon fell on top of me. It felt like a hundred and fifty degree in that little room. It got even hotter when Heather draped her hot, sweaty body over mine. I couldn't have cared less about the temperature. I wrapped my arms around her gorgeous body and pulled her tight to me. I found her pretty face among her tangled, sweaty hair and kissed her.
"Teddy," she whispered, "I really want you to know..." just then, the back door slammed. It could have only been Adam. I heard water running in the kitchen. He must have come in for a drink. I reached up and closed the door to the laundry room with my foot. I'm not sure why. It shouldn't have mattered to Adam if I was fucking Heather. I felt guilty though, as if I was cheating. Annie wouldn't have minded. Katie would have only been pissed if I'd fucked her in our bed. I wasn't sure how Li might've reacted, but I certainly didn't want Adam to know about Heather and me.
Before Heather had another chance to speak, I turned her loose and stood up. I looked down at her; naked, sweaty and vulnerable, peeking out from under her tangled, matted hair, lying on that pile of clothes. She took my breath away. I knelt down beside her, kissed her once more and picked up my shorts. I slid my cutoff jeans back on, stuffed my hard, still sticky cock into them and left the room.
I grabbed a pair of socks and my old Hush Puppies that I used as work boots, wrapped a bandana around my head and went out back to help Adam. He seemed glad to see me. He smiled broadly and wiped the sweat from his brow as I walked out. He was singing a Negro work song and swung his ax to the rhythm. I picked up the wood he'd cut and stacked it to the rhythm of Adam's song. We sang and grunted, as we worked in the hot sun. After an hour or so, Adam put down his ax and said, "I'm ready for a break, brother. How 'bout you? Let me buy you a drink." He walked toward the tool shed and I followed.
Adam led me to the old toolshed and opened the door. I hadn't been in there for months. The place looked great. It had been cleaned up, tools put away and a stack of blankets and towels sat on a tool bench. There was a washtub, with a couple half melted blocks of ice floating in water, along with several bottles of beer, some cans of soda-pop and a jug of drinking water. Adam tossed me a towel and stepped to the washtub. He slashed his face with the cold water and took a deep slug from the water jug before offering it to me. He seemed right at home.
I wiped the sweat from my face and took the jug from Adam. I took a drink of the cold water and looked around.
"What do ya think of my private little get away?" asked Adam.
"Not bad," I said, wondering when he had found the time to straightened that place up. It occurred to me it was not only his, but also Katie's private get away. That was the place where Katie and he had hidden away, when they'd made themselves scarce. Katie had tidied the shed up and made a little love nest for the two of them. It was kind of exciting to think of Katie and Adam sneaking off to get it on, in that dusty little place. And there he was, sharing it with me.
"Heads up!" I heard Adam say. I looked over just in time to see a bottle of beer flying toward me. Instinctively, I raised my hand and snatched the bottle from the air. "Nice catch," he said. He stepped to the workbench and opened his beer on a bottle opener attached to the bench. I walked over and opened mine.
I was standing just two feet away from Adam at that point. I could smell him. It was an odor that I was growing accustomed to; an odor that I was growing fond of. I could almost feel the heat radiating from his hot, sunbaked flesh. "To us," he said as he raised his bottle, I raised mine and he added, "To Annie, Katie, Li and the rest. To all of us!"
"To us," I echoed. We touched the necks of our bottles together and drank to "us". I leaned back on the bench and looked around the old shed. Katie had done a fine job of making that old place seem homey. Most of the tools had been there before any of us had arrived. Many of them were probably antiques. She had transformed it into a place where someone could actually work, or could escape, for a romantic interlude. The idea of Katie and Adam sneaking off to this little spot invaded my mind again and I noticed that Adam was still just two feet away and staring at me.
Adam had a very intense look in his eye. As he looked deep into my eyes, I could sense that a thousand thoughts were going through his mind. He seemed inquisitive, pained, angry and amused, all at the same time. I became aware that Adam was far deeper than I had ever imagined him to be. I knew that I could never fathom the depth of his thoughts. It was almost frightening. He seemed to sense the fact that there was some fear, or apprehension, on my part, and his expression softened. An aura of tenderness spread over him. He reached out and touched my cheek. I think I might have shivered at his touch. He ran his fingertip down my neck, across my chest, just grazing each nipple and over my stomach, pausing at the waistband of my shorts.
Adam broke his gaze from my eyes and looked down as he unbuttoned my cutoffs. I felt like I had been released from a spell. My attention was drawn to Adam's hands as he opened my shorts. My cock, which had gotten hard as soon as he'd touched me, was trapped in the folds of denim. Adam reached in and freed my cock and wrapped his hand around the shaft. His hand was still cool from handling the ice water and cold beer. I'm sure I shivered then. My shorts fell to the floor.
Adam slowly lowered himself to his knees. He leaned in and drew a deep breath and froze. Time stood still as I realized he smelled Heather. By then her scent had reached my nose. A trace of her lavender soap, mixed with her sweat, which I could discern from Adam's or mine. Then there was the unmistakable, heady aroma of her sex. I smelled Heather's pussy and it drove me wild. I had to wonder what effect that smell had on Adam.
Adam paused for only a second or two, then gently licked the head of my cock and took in another deep breath. He looked up at be briefly, then began to tenderly lick the crown of my dick. He continued to methodically lick and kiss his way down the shaft of my cock, while cradling my balls in his hand. As much as I wanted him to take my dick into his mouth and suck me, I reveled in his cleansing ritual. He was savoring the flavor of a sex act that had transpired just an hour before, an act in which he didn't participate directly, but was relishing later.
