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After her confession to Ava, Kara hadn't said a word to her. She was more distant and less engaged in any of the conversations they usually had together. Though Ava tried to bring her back to the woman she had met before, she couldn't do much. She hardly wanted to raise Kara's hopes of ever getting into a relationship with her. No matter how hurt she made Kara feel, the decision about dating Martha still stood.She had never detailed the reason why she couldn't get into a relationship with Kara, and neither did she explain it to her when Kara gave in. She instead took a stroll to start wooing Martha. To Martha, it was a pleasure knowing that Ava was interested in her. She had already fallen at first sight but had no idea about Kara's feelings towards Ava and neither did Kara ever show them again since the day. Two days before Halloween, Ava had already asked Martha out, and they were dating.Giving in to a supposed overthrow of her feelings, Kara had realized and released all hope
"How many times do I need to apologize to you, Kara?" asked Ava as they arrived at the cottage. "I didn't ask for any apology, Ava. I just don't get it. Well, maybe I do, but I don't know why I still feel like you're pulling me in and pushing me away at the same time, trying to get me to date just anyone," exclaimed Kara, visibly frustrated. "That wasn't my intention, though. I want you to feel happy, like the way you used to be before you started developing feelings for me," Ava mentioned, gazing softly into Kara's eyes. Kara returned the gaze, and they both entered the house. Kara settled on the couch. "I'm really hoping I can get over the feelings I have for you, Ava. I pray it's just a passing infatuation because if it's not, you and I might not be friends anymore." "Are you serious about this?" asked Ava, sitting down next to Kara. "I'm very serious. I think staying away from you would be the best decision, the better choice. I don't want to get hurt by the fact that you're
She wore a pale black Versace lingerie that Ava delicately removed with her lips. Carefully, Ava began taking off her own track pants when Kara pulled her in close, unbuttoned her shirt, and gently placed her other hand inside Ava's underwear with her fingers. "Tenderly," Ava mentioned. "Let it last as long as we want it to. Let it take us the whole night, and maybe tomorrow, it shall be the best memory. Please." Kara slowly laid back on the bed with her head gently resting on the pillow, and Ava began placing her fingertips on the grace of Kara's skin, smoothly sticking her tongue, licking down Kara's legs and up her thighs, as she gently laid with her eyes closed. "Are you alright?" asked Ava, gazing into Kara's eyes. "Yes, are you?" she softly responded. Quietly, Ava laid skinfully upon Kara's body with both their breasts pressed together as Kara held onto Ava's waist. Suddenly, Kara gasped, holding her breath when Ava nudged inside her vagina with her tongue tip, softly cares
For Ava, things weren’t going as she had planned since the previous night. It was evident that she wasn't willing to end the affair, and guilt weighed heavily on Kara's mind after seeing Martha's eyes on Halloween morning. She sat on the couch as Ava passed her without saying a word and drove off in her vehicle. Kara needed to act quickly, and fortunately, Martha was on foot. Before Ava could reach the cafeteria, Kara had to get Ben to play his part because Martha wasn't expecting to see him at the furniture shop. Ava arrived and parked behind the store, where she encountered a young man named Stuart who was delivering morning newspapers. "Sorry, miss," Stuart said after unintentionally bumping into Ava. "It's alright. Hello, you?" Ava greeted Stuart, signaling to Ben to turn around. "Hello! Happy Halloween, stranger," Ben responded, grabbing a wipe from the table. "To what do I owe this early visit?" "To my sins," Ava joked. "I need to ask you for a favor, Ben." "If it's within
Ava arrived early in the evening before the festival was set to begin. She brought with her a large white box and a smile as she entered her cottage. Inside, she found Kara in the bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror. "Are you still angry?" Ava asked, standing in the bedroom doorway. "Was I mad in the first place?" Kara replied. Ava walked over and began caressing Kara's shoulders with both of her hands. "I got you something," Ava said with a smile, her eyes fixed on the box. "Why?" Kara asked with a snap. "What? What did I do?" "Why are you like this, Ava? Are you going to make it so hard for me to stay away? Why are you acting like we're something?" "Please, let's not talk about that. Just take a look at what I got you. You can put it on tonight." "No, we need to stop. Can we just stop, even with the pretense? It can't still be happening." "You know what's the problem, Kara? You overthink things. Just do me one favor. Get into that dress I just got you and go enjoy the
"Open up the door, Red?" called Kara to Ava, who had locked herself inside. "You're making it worse. Don't call me 'Red,'" replied Ava from the inside. "Just open up. Let's talk about it." In a few attempts, Ava came and opened the door, then led Kara to the couch. "You want to go in? There, go on. I will stay seated here in peace." "Don't be so mad at me." "What do you want me to do, congratulate you for making Martha happy? Oh, thank you." "You're being dramatic, Ava." "What can I say? Have you seen me mad? This is me mad, and I just can't get over that fact," explained Ava, pointing at her face. "You want me to apologize? I will, even though what I did is right. I feel it in my heart." "The heck, Kara," snapped Ava, getting up from the couch. "What you don't think I get is the fact that Martha is my girlfriend and what we did was wrong. I do get it, and you should have in the first place. You shouldn't have asked me to sleep with you in the first place. As for now, you thi
"Ava, stop!" yelled Kara, pushing her away from Dante, but Ava wasn't getting hold of herself. She was seated on top of Dante's chest with her left hand strangling his neck and the other punching him in the face. Later, Kara and Martha managed to pull her away from him, though he was still cursing angrily with bruises on his face. "Crazy bitch," muttered Dante, getting up from the ground. But Ava managed to break away from Martha and Kara's grip, walking back straight into Dante's chest. "You're going too far, man. Next time you ever touch anyone again, Dante, I will break your weak bones, bro," Ava warned. As they all faced each other, Mr. Andrews intervened, asking Ava to go with him. Kara turned to check on Martha but noticed that she had hurriedly walked away back to the table without answering her. "What do you think you were doing?" Mr. Andrews inquired, showing Ava a seat. "What do you think I was doing, Mr. Andrews?" "Women don't fight, Ava. What on earth were you think
"They had played hard until the game started to frustrate them. Martha decided to drive back home, leaving the three puzzled as to why she was upset. "She was always excited about this festival. Every year," Ben remarked. "I will have to talk to her," Ava mentioned. "No. Whatever is bothering her will eventually subside. Just let her be. I know Martha," Ben exclaimed. "Let's just leave her alone, Ava," Kara proposed. "I should drive us home," Ava smirked as she got up from her seat. "Thank you for the night, Ben. It's been fine." "It was nothing, though, Kara. Have a lovely night. See you around. We should grab a drink sometime." "Yeah, we should. Good night, Ben." They all went their separate ways, with Ava and Kara getting into the car, and Ben helping clear up the tables. Ava and Kara arrived home with worried expressions on Ava's face. She headed down to the couch. "Hey, are you alright?" Kara inquired, sitting down next to Ava. "She must have noticed something. Martha