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Last days of summer proved to be relaxing and warm enough to lie nude in the sun and enjoy the weather. They drank warm lemonade which stayed in the sun for hours and got warm, but they didn't mind. It was Gemma who playfully poured the drink on Adam's chest and started to drink it from his body. He laughed, but she was serious.

'What are you doing?' he asked as she took his penis in her hands and started to weigh it playfully between her fingers. Adam closed his eyes. Something so strong was burning in his body that even his cheeks grew red and his heart started pounding fast. When he felt that blood made his member hard, Gemma took something black and put it without the slightest effort on the most protected part of his body.

'That's for me,'she said 'You see, I can't get pregnant. I was told not to.'

Adam nodded, not understanding much. Gemma took his hand and licked it. Then she placed it on her breast and he could hear her breathe quicker. As she felt more confident, she started wandering with his other hand breathlessly in the lower part of her stomach and between her legs. She was hot and wet there, even hotter than Adam was in his waking hours. She placed his fingers on a small hard ball hidden under her skin and pushed his thumb inside her, and showed him how to move it in a circular manner, massaging both her warm tunnel and playing with her little gem of pleasure. When he knew what to do, she took his other hand and made him squeeze her breasts gently. Meanwhile, she took his penis in her hands and moved her hand up and down, and he could barely stand on his feet. She licked his ears and he felt that her cheeks were red and her breath - short. She made him sit down and she sat on him, placing his member in that wet tunnel he was so intrigued by. And then he just looked at her moving slowly up and down; he could touch her bottom and belly and kiss her breasts as she was closer to him, only just to move away in a second. He felt the pulsating warmth of her inside and as soon as she moved faster, he felt that he couldn't resist it, and exploded in her, trembling and losing his breath.

Gemma smiled.

'I really liked it,'she said' I liked Melquiades playing with me, but that is enjoyable too!'

'Melquiades? You mean that old man? You sleep with him?'

'Oh, no. He doesn't let me. And I don't want to. I have you now. You know with these old men, you expect so much from them, but they won't give you half of it.'

Adam's expression was a mixture of shock and surprise.

'You mean you sleep with all those older men?!'

Gemma laughed.

'Oh no! They are far too serious! Melquiades keeps me for another man. At least that is what he told me the other day.'

'For another one?!'

Now Adam was on the verge of breaking down. He liked this boy who appeared to be a girl. And after that summer he liked Gemma more than beforehand.

'I don't want you for another man,' he said silently.

'But don't be silly. You have me for now. And you know, those other men, once they stop playing with you, they have their own business. I want to have someone for myself when all of this is over. I can have you if you like. I don't know many men.'

'I don't know anyone' he said honestly, even though at some point of his life he knew the boys he met wandering across forests. But he didn't keep in touch with them now.

'Oh, I know a lot of girls! Maria, Fiona, Sylvia... You can really take your pick!'

'I want you.'

'That's really great for me. For now, you can have me for yourself. If you're going to stay here for winter, it would just suit me fine.'

They built a shelter for him from branches and leaves. Gemma brought him some blankets and clothes and decided to hide him from everybody, including Melquiades. She would bring him food and attempt at teaching him everything she knew so that they would have things to talk about. Adam wanted to do the same for her, so he taught her different kinds of berries and showed her how to catch rats.

'That's interesting. I was sure there are no animals left. None at all.'

'But there are,' Adam insisted 'Not many of them, for sure. But we eat them. I eat them. Well, I used to.'

'I will believe it when I see it,' she said doubtfully.

Adam wasn't discouraged. And while her teaching made him more confident and less intimidated by the world she was living in, he started to approach her herself, take off her clothes and make love to her wildly on his conditions. Maybe it was less playful, but she didn't mind his harsh ways and when he held her wrists and moved between her legs like a beast which he was in the forest, she didn't oppose. He liked hearing her passionate screams and liked watching her in pangs and tremors half-conscious in his arms. And then she would lie peacefully wrapped around him and she would be in a good mood for the rest of the day. She would constantly bring those black balloons with her, as they were using them far too quickly.

And one day he caught it. He sensed it walking in on the food he left behind his hut. He heard very silent wagging of its tail and scratching of its teeth. And he caught it, breaking its neck instantly. In the morning he brought it to Gemma and he would put it under her legs.

For Adam, it was the greatest proof of love.

For Gemma it was disgusting. But the dead rat was a proof that Adam was telling the truth.