Page 48 of S is for SEX

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Randy was openly gay, and not only comfortable with any and everyone knowing it, he was extremely proud of his sexuality. Rubbing a homophobe’s nose in it, according to him, was a dream come true.

Les was simply Les. He was bold, brash, and in-your-face. Agreeing to the suggestion I made didn’t come quickly, but after Randy approved of my idea, Les immediately followed.

I stood in the corner of the four-car garage and tried to be invisible. All but hidden from view of everyone who was present, I felt a like a pervert. The one thing that kept me from leaving was knowing that I had played a big part in organizing the scene. It satisfied me greatly knowing that although I knew the scene was choreographed, Kelli would have no idea.

Or at least I hoped she wouldn’t.

Dressed in his typical attire of jeans, boots, and a wife beater, Les opened the saddle bag of his motorcycle and pulled out the tool kit. As he fumbled to remove the tools from the leather pouch, Randy nonchalantly walked alongside him.

Wearing khakis, a fitted black tee shirt, and sneakers, Randy looked cute. His leather tool belt hung low on his hip, and discounted his boyish looks somewhat. His outfit – and the pair of pliers he held in his hand – made him appear to be a construction worker, which I found to be hot.

His southern California tan and athletic body made him seem more likely to be a model than Les.

The thought of it all was making me uncomfortably horny.

“Something wrong with the bike?” Randy asked.

Les stood. “Nope, just making some adjustments.”

“Nice bike.”

Les gave a slight nod. “Thanks.”

“So, what do you think about the girl, Lou?”

“She’s nice.” Les shifted his attention from the tool kit to Randy. “She’s got a great attitude, and a lot of spunk.”

“Cute, too,” Randy said.

Les shrugged. “Yeah, she’s cute.”

Randy turned to face Les, rested his thumbs on his tool belt, and looked him up and down. “Do you feel out of place?”

Les narrowed his gaze slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I just got the feeling you felt like…”

“A little, I suppose.”

“So, why are you here? Really?”

“Trying to get another modeling gig.”

Randy’s eyes lit up. “You model?”

“As much as I can.” Les place the tools on the seat of the motorcycle. “I thought this might get me noticed.”

Randy glanced over each shoulder and then locked eyes with Les. “So, are you--”

Les grinned. “Yeah, I am.”

“You know what I was going to ask?”

“Pretty sure.”

Randy studied Les for a moment, and then met his gaze. “You’re gay?”

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