Just One Of Those Things
Part Seven
By Mavis Applewater
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As Always
For Heather
Karla
awoke in a slightly startled state. "Where
in the Hell am I?" she wondered as her eyes adjusted to the
darkness. Feeling the sleeping form
that was lying on top of her shift slightly, she smiled at the knowledge that
Olivia's body was pressed against her own.
Shyly, Karla wrapped her arms more tightly around Olivia's waist. Karla’s smile broadened as she relaxed into
guilty pleasure.
Finally, she allowed herself to take
in her surroundings and recalled where she was. "Funny, I forgot where I was or how I got here, but I
knew without question or confusion that is you that I am holding." Karla’s smile grew even bigger as she
tenderly allowed herself to breathe in the herbal aroma of Olivia's
shampoo. "Oh no, I've got it
bad." Karla finally admitted
aloud. "So this is what everyone
talks about. This isn't so bad,"
Karla admitted as she stole a quick glance to ensure that Olivia was in fact
sleeping.
Karla allowed herself to relax and
enjoy the complete feeling of joy and silliness that seemed to be attacking her
senses. One moment her emotions were
raging, crying out to satisfy her carnal fire.
Then, upon witnessing the complete look of vulnerability written on
Olivia face, all she wanted to do was protect and comfort her. "Miss Davenport what have you done to
me?"
Olivia squeaked and shifted once
again, this time completely molding her body to Karla's larger form. Karla's breathing halted for a moment,
fearing that Olivia had heard her speaking her heart so freely. "Phhhhbbbb," was the sound that
escaped Olivia's lips. Karla choked to
hold back her laughter as Olivia continued to squeak nonsensically in her
sleep. "Could you possibly get any
cuter?" she asked the slumbering blonde.
"I absolutely adore you, Olivia.
Don't worry, we'll find someway to make this work," she promised,
hoping that she would be able to keep this promise. She also prayed to be brave enough to say all of this to Olivia
someday when she is awake.
Karla snuggled contently, enjoying
the feel of Olivia's beating heart and her gentle breathing gently tickling
Karla's skin. She was never happier
than she was at that moment in time.
The bliss surrounded her as she drifted back to sleep; all the while she
was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.
Several hours later, the morning
light crept over Karla, nudging her gently in consciousness. This time she awoke with feeling of
uneasiness. "Something is
different... something is missing," her sleepy mind tried to
reason. A sudden chill ran through her
as she pulled her coat up over her body, jumping suddenly as the realization
struck . She was alone.
Feeling slightly disorientated, she
looked around the tiny apartment.
"Good morning," a sleepy, raspy voice offered from the doorway
leading into the kitchen. Bleary-eyed,
Karla's gaze turned towards the voice.
Her silly smirk returned full force as she took in the vision standing
in the doorway. Olivia's short blonde
locks were mussed; her body was covered in a teal terry cloth robe that would
have been enormous on Karla's body. Her
hands wrapped tightly around a steaming mug of coffee.
"You're adorable," Karla
said softly, the smile never leaving her face. Karla watch as Olivia blushed and shifted uncomfortably. "Ah oh. This doesn't look good," Karla noted mentally as she
struggled to sit up; the aches and pains brought on by her awkward sleeping
situation caused her to groan.
"You know these things are on my list of furniture not designed for
normal sized people." Karla
grunted as Olivia continued to focus on her coffee. "Are you just not a morning person or is it me?" Karla
asked bluntly as she stood and stretched out her long frame.
"I
... uhm ..." Olivia stammered.
"It's not you ... it's just that ..."
"Peachy,"
Karla grumbled as she looked down at the very uncomfortable blonde standing in
front of her. "Well I guess that's
my cue then," Karla offered, hoping that Olivia would prove her
wrong.
"Karla,"
Olivia uttered softly. "It just
wouldn't work out. I'm probably already
on my way out. God only knows what Rob
saw or heard."
"I
don't think he knows anything," Karla offered hopefully. "I think he was just fishing."
"Still
..." Olivia began to tug on her
bathrobe nervously as she averted her gaze,
"... the way the job market is at this moment, do you want to GO looking
for work, just for a fling?"
"No,"
Karla responded firmly. "Not for a
fling. But that's not what I'm talking
about."
Karla felt the silence surrounding
them almost choking her. "How
much should I tell her? She's
right. But damn it so am I." Karla
was beginning to feel her world unravel as she watched Olivia fidget
nervously. "Olivia, I can think of
a million reasons why we shouldn't even look at each other," Karla said,
finally breaking the uncomfortable silence.
She hoped that the softness of her tone would offer comfort to Olivia.
"Then
you agree," Olivia responded with hint a pain in her voice.
"No,"
Karla answered bluntly.
Karla released a heavy sigh as she
realized that her honesty was only going to be answered with silence. "I don't agree," Karla said more
firmly. "I have never felt this
way before."
"Its
just lust," Olivia protested weakly.
Karla felt a twinge gnawing at her
heart. "Is that how she
feels?" she wondered.
"Not for me," Karla said, deciding for the first time in her
life to allow her heart to speak for her.
"I awoke earlier to find you in my arms; what I felt at that moment
had nothing to do with lust or desire."
"No?"
"No,"
Karla confessed as a feeling of uneasiness ran through her body. "Please don't let me scare her
off!" She paused for a moment
trying to find the one way to express the joy she had felt just a few hours
earlier. She needed to be careful and
not overwhelm or frighten Olivia. "Happy."
"What?" Olivia asked in a lost tone barely above a whisper.
"Happy,"
Karla repeated. "I felt
happy. For the first time in my life, I
felt truly happy just knowing that it was you that I was
holding."
Karla just stood there her knees
trembled slightly, as she watched Olivia tugging nervously at the collar of her
bathrobe. Karla wet her lips as she
waited for Olivia to say or do something, but the blonde kept staring at the
floor as she fiddled with her robe. "Relax,
give her a moment to think. Don't push
her," Karla warned herself.
The longer Olivia remained quiet, the more Karla's heart began to race
and her palms began to sweat.
"Karla," Olivia said,
finally breaking the silence. Karla
found herself startled by Olivia's sudden utterance. "I've ... worked very hard to get to where I am." Karla felt her heart stop as Olivia's voice
struggled to get the words out. "NO!" Karla's mind screamed out as she fought to
remain standing. Everything started to
spin slightly as Olivia's gaze finally met her own. The tears welling up in her eyes breaking the older woman's
heart.
"I
can't ..." Olivia choked out
weakly.
"You've
made your decision," Karla cut her off bluntly. She had to stop her she just couldn't bear to hear her actually
say the words. "I will respect,
your choice," Karla finished slowly.
"I'll go."
She turned quickly before Olivia
could see the devastation that was clearly etched across her face. Gathering up her coat and briefcase, she
headed towards the doorway. The walk to
the doorway seemed to be endless.
Pausing for a moment as she reached for the doorknob, she silently
prayed for Olivia to say or do something to stop her from leaving. When Olivia failed to say or do anything,
she gathered up her last drop of courage and opened the door. Stepping out into the doorway, she left the
door open, unable to look back. Karla
forced herself to walk down the staircase and out the front doorway and out of
Olivia's life.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Olivia stood there in shock
trembling uncontrollably as she stared out the open door. She found herself unable to walk the few
feet to close the door Karla had left open.
"I did the right thing," she lied to herself. "I did the right thing," she
repeated in hopes of convincing herself that the lie was true. Her breathing became ragged as she began an
internal battle. She kept telling
herself that she had done the right thing, but her heart was screaming to run
after Karla before it was too late.
Her heart was pounding violently
against her chest. The agonizing
pounding intensified as her ears began to ring. Olivia clutched her chest as she suddenly gasped for air. Her lungs were burning as she suddenly found
it impossible to breath. Holding onto
the wall, she steadied herself. She
managed to calm herself as she began to breath in a more controlled
manner. The moment of clarity
overwhelmed her self-control as she found herself racing out the door.
She was so focused on reaching Karla
she never heard the apartment door closing behind her. Olivia found herself standing on the icy pavement
of the sidewalk in the frigid morning air.
She pulled her robe tightly around herself as her eyes scanned the empty
street, desperately searching for some sign of the raven-haired beauty. Her heart sank as she realized that Karla
was gone. "Of course she's
gone. You sent her away,"
Olivia mentally berated herself.
"Nice
look," a familiar voice called out from behind her.
Olivia's shoulders slumped knowing
that it was not the voice that she wanted, nor the voice she
needed to hear at that moment in time.
She
turned to see Chase approaching her with an amused look clearly written on her
face.
"Should I ask?" Chase teased her
friend as she came up beside her.
Olivia watched as the smile vanished from her friend. "God, I must look like hell,"
Olivia noted as she stared up at Chase.
"I
took your advice," Olivia offered weakly, hoping that she could maintain
some shred of her dignity.
"You
slept with her?" Sydney asked hopefully.
"No,"
Olivia flared. "Your earlier
advice, you pig. I told her that I
couldn't risk my job."
"Idiot,"
Sydney retorted with a scowl.
"Thank
you," Olivia snarled angrily.
"Come
on," Sydney offered sympathetically as she wrapped her arms around her
young friend.
Olivia allowed herself to be led
back into the apartment building and up the staircase. Olivia was surprised to see the apartment
door locked. She reached for the knob
and twisted to find it locked. She
looked up at Chase with a pleading look.
"It's
a good thing I came along when I did," Sydney teased.
Olivia felt her face burning as she
glared at her dear friend. Sydney
gulped fearfully. "Why don't I
just shut up and open the door," Sydney stammered.
"Good
call," Olivia growled.
Once inside, Olivia allowed Chase to
lead her over to the bed. "Rest, I
need to take a shower," Chase offered as she tucked Olivia into the
bed. Leaning over, she handed over the
remote control for the television and ruffled her hair before leaving Olivia on
her own. Olivia pulled the comforter
around her body. Not wanting to think
about just what had happened only a few short moments ago, she flipped on the
television.
By the time Chase emerged from the
shower clad in a pair of boxer shorts and a raggedy t-shirt, Olivia had managed to find something to watch. "Anything on?" Chase inquired as
she finished drying out her long, curly hair.
"The
Apartment," Olivia responded sadly.
"In fact they’re running a retrospect on AMC."
"Ohh,"
Chase pouted slightly. "Your
favorite movie . . . I still can't believe that Jack Lemmon died."
"I
know and The Wizard Of Oz is my favorite movie," Olivia corrected
her. "This does run a close
second." She was forced to shout
the last part since Chase had retreated into the kitchen. "What are you doing out there? The
movie is about to start," Olivia shouted impatiently.
"Don't
get your jammies in a bunch, kiddo.
I'll be right out," Chase shouted in response.
Olivia watched as the movie began,
feeling a deep need to escape from her life at least for a couple hours. Chase emerged from the kitchen carrying a
tray. "What have you got there and
is that my t-shirt?"
"Hot
Chocolate and probably." Chase
laughed lightly. "Scoot
over."
Olivia complied as she made room for
Chase to join her in the bed. They
snuggled up and watched the movie while they sipped their hot chocolate. To Olivia it was just what she needed,
almost. Being held by Chase felt good,
comforting, and warm. But it just
didn't feel the same as it had when Karla had held her.
"Ready
to talk about it?" Chase inquired casually. Olivia smiled, knowing that her friend was trying a little too
hard to act like she did not care.
"The
movie?" Olivia asked knowing that
was not what Chase was driving at.
"No
, you brat." Chase nudged her from
behind. "Come on cut me some slack
here, I'm trying to be sensitive."
"You’re
doing great." Olivia sighed. "I uhm ... I told her that ..."
"If
you're not up to talk about it, it's okay." Chase offered gallantly.
"I really need to talk about
it." Olivia sighed deeply as she
allowed her friend to hold her tighter.
"Basically, I told her that my job was more important than anything
we felt for each other," Olivia tried to explain.
"Ouch!" Chase grimaced. "Now do you want to fill me in on everything that led up to
that point?"
"Nothing,"
Olivia lied.
Chase nudged her gently from
behind. "Come on ... when I left
the two of you last night I would have laid odds on the two you ripping each
other's clothes off," Chase said with a slight hint of admiration.
"Maybe
we should have." Olivia smiled
briefly as the image peeked into her imagination. "It was electric ... I was standing there wanting her,
knowing that she wanted me just as much, and suddenly it was all too
much."
"What
do you mean?" Chase asked softly.
"I
don't know how to explain it," Olivia pondered. "Everything suddenly… I felt everything and it was too
much. I ... I was ..."
"What?"
"I
was afraid."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Karla walked into her apartment
feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. Howard wrapped himself around her feet and purred. Karla slumped down onto the floor next to
the purring tabby. As she absently
patted her cat, she felt exhausted and exposed. Every part of her body ached.
"What was I thinking?" she asked the cuddling feline. "I almost told her that I loved her ...
how could I've been so stupid?"
Howard just continued to purr and beg for affection. "You are no help at all," she
growled as she continued to scratch him.
Wearily, Karla pulled herself up off
the ground groaning as she felt every muscle rebel against her movements. "Don't grow old, Howard, it
sucks," Karla groused. "Today
I feel about one hundred and five. I
love her, Howard. You would think that
would be a great thing. I'm finally in
love. One problem; she doesn't love me
back." Karla removed her coat and
collapsed onto her futon.
Howard jumped up on her lap begging
for more attention. "You're right,
I need to talk to Sis," Karla mused absently. "First a shower then I'm calling Auntie Maureen, so she can
call me an idiot." Karla lifted
the feline up off her lap and began to undress as she walked to the bathroom.
After a long hot shower, Karla found
herself curled up on her futon, clad in an old t-shirt and a raggedy pair of
boxer shorts. Sipping a hot cup of
hazelnut coffee, she fiddled with the telephone as she debated on whether or
not to call Maureen. She was so messed
up she knew she needed to talk to someone.
Her sister was always her first choice.
Her Mother was always less than sympathetic when it came to her love
life. Tom, her stepfather, was more understanding but still she could feel that
he was never comfortable talking about her sex life. He was her father after all.
Then there was Harry, her real father; he was a good listener and always
willing to offer advice. The only
problem with Harry was finding him when you really needed him.
So Maureen it was. Now all Karla needed to do was build up her
confidence to call her sister. After
her second cup of coffee she found herself dialing her sister's telephone
number. "Hello?" a very
sleepy voice greeted Karla.
"Sorry,
Sis," Karla apologized instantly.
"I forgot about the time difference."
"Karla?" Maureen's groggy voice questioned. "What's wrong, kiddo?"
"Nothing,"
Karla lied.
"Right,"
Maureen groaned in disbelief.
"Look
I'm sorry I woke you," Karla began to babble. "I'll call later."
"Don't
you dare leave me hanging," Maureen yawned. "Besides, your nieces will be banging on the door any minute
now."
"It's
well ... oh, Sissy, it's all so confusing ..." Karla began to sob.
Karla managed to tell her sister the
entire story all the while crying her heart out. Maureen listened patiently until Karla had choked out every last
detail. "Oh, Karly sweetie,"
Maureen offered in a hushed tone.
Karla
squeaked out a few more sobs as her older sister offered words of comfort. "I'm okay now," Karla cleared her
throat as she wiped away the last of her tears.
"Really?" Maureen asked carefully. "All cried out?"
"Yeah,"
Karla confirmed.
"Good,"
Maureen said gently. "Then all I
need to know is are you an idiot? How
could you waste your time on this thoughtless harpy?"
"Oh
boy," Karla sighed. "Here it
comes."
"Let
me tell you something, if I ever get my hands on this woman ..." Maureen began to rant, " ... no, honey,
go back to sleep. Hold on, Karly, I
need to go in the other room ..."
Karla held her breath as she heard
her sister moving about her house.
"Now where was I?"
Maureen began again. "Oh
yeah, let me tell that I am going to ring this woman's scrawny little
neck. How can she do this to you?"
"It's
not her fault." Karla tried to defend Olivia's honor.
"Excuse
me!" Maureen shouted. "How can a job be more
important than my baby sister's feelings?"
"Maureen,
it's not her fault..." Karla tried
to argue.
"Oh
it so is." Maureen scoffed at the
notion that it wasn't somehow Olivia's fault.
"I have never heard you cry, not even when the whiskers died."
"But
... but ...but ..." Karla fought
in vain.
"If
she can't see just how special you are, then she isn't worth your time,"
Maureen fumed.
"Crap,"
Karla muttered.
"Karly
sweetie, she isn't worth it," Maureen insisted.
"I
love her," Karla asserted firmly.
"Karla?" Maureen voice betraying how stunned she was
at hearing those words.
"I
love her," Karla repeated.
"How?" Maureen asked in a shocked tone.
"Excuse
me," Karla responded in a terse voice.
"How
do you know?" Maureen asked in a
softened tone. "You haven't known
her for that long. In fact I don't
think you know this girl at all," Maureen cautioned her younger sister.
"I
feel like I've known her my entire life," Karla replied with simple
honestly.
"Perhaps..." Maureen began slowly in a fearful tone,
"... but in reality you really don't know her."
"That's
just it! I do know her," Karla
finally snapped. She paused for a
moment a she blew out a cleansing breath, before continuing. "I mean I don't, but I do. You know?"
"Huh?"
"She's
the one," Karla asserted.
"I know it in my heart."
"And
just when did you reach this epiphany?"
Her sister accused her.
"This
morning," Karla mumbled reluctantly.
"I
see," Maureen grunted smugly.
Karla rubbed her now throbbing
temple and she searched for the right way to explain things to her older
sibling. But how can you explain to
someone what your heart feels, when things don't seem reasonable to yourself
much less to anyone else.
"Maureen, it's the truth," Karla found herself saying. "I knew that I felt something for her
and I've been fighting it." Karla
paused, feeling some of the tension lifting, knowing that this was what she
needed to tell someone. "I found
myself holding her this morning and as I felt her wrapped up in my arms, I
knew. I'm not explaining this very well
. . . I just knew," she
repeated. "Somehow, I knew that I
was where I belonged," she said, finally voicing what her heart had been
whispering.
Karla now found herself listening to
dead air. "Maureen?"
"Yeah, I'm here," the strain evident in
Maureen's voice. "I'm worried
about you, Karly,"
Maureen confessed quietly. "I've never heard you talk like this
about anyone. Not even that supermodel,
Tamara."
"Oh
her," Karla chuckled. "She's
the one you swore that even you would hop the fence for."
"Now
that was one hell of a woman."
Maureen laughed lightly.
"So what is it about this Olivia?"
"I
have never felt this way about anyone before," Karla admitted.
"So,
little sister… what are you going to do?"
Maureen inquired carefully.
"I
have no idea," Karla whimpered.
"Olivia has made it perfectly clear that there cannot be anything
between us. My head heard her loud and
clear, yet my heart isn't listening."
"Walk
away, sweet pea," Maureen advised sternly. "If you pursue her now, after she's told you not to… you're
just asking for trouble."
"I
know." Karla feeling her heart
aching just a little more.
"There's nothing I can do.
This sucks," Karla growled.
"That's it!" Maureen snapped. "I'm flying out there and kick her scrawny butt! If she thinks she can hurt you like this…
I've got news for that floozie ..."
"Sis!" Karla managed to cut her off. "Jeez switch to decaf, will ya."
After a brief silence Karla relaxed
as she could hear Maureen lightly chuckle.
"Sorry, Karly," Maureen apologized. "I just can't stand to hear how unhappy you are and I just
know it's her fault. Hey, kiddo, you're
my baby sister and it's just works my nerves that I can't do anything to fix
this."
"I know," Karla responded
thoughtfully. "And I love you for
all of your good, albeit misguided, intentions. I am hurting more than I thought possible. I know that Olivia has made her choice and I
just have to live with it. But it still
hurts and I guess I just need someone to talk to about it."
"You
can tell me." Maureen offered
gently. "Tell me about Olivia."
It was the invitation that Karla had
been waiting for. "Are you
sure?" Karla questioned
carefully. "You're not going to go
off the deep end again?"
"Tell
me, Karly," Maureen offered once again in a softer tone.
Karla paused for a moment not quite
knowing what to say… then it came to her.
"She is amazing," Karla began unaware of the silly grin
beginning to emerge on her face.
"She has more energy than any person I've met in my life. Oh and her enthusiasm is ... well it can be
overwhelming at times. I mean she just
gets carried away sometimes and I don't know what to do. I find myself getting caught up like I'm
trapped in some kind of whirlpool. Her
eyes are the deepest shade of green and when she gets excited about something,
I swear they sparkle."
"You're
not talking about sex?" Maureen
interrupted absently.
"No,"
Karla responded feeling slightly miffed.
"Don't
get upset," Maureen groaned.
"It's just that after the way you two met ... I think that I've
been assuming that was the main draw.
But it's not is it?"
"No,"
Karla said firmly. "It's her not
her body."
"I'm
still worried about you."
Karla smiled knowing that no matter
what the situation, Maureen was going to worry. "Thanks, Sis," Karla said quietly as she could hear the
sounds of her nieces looking for their mother.
Karla thanked Maureen for listening to her and being there, then she
hung up. It had felt good to talk to
Maureen; to finally be able to voice the emotions that had been gnawing at her
since that day she and Olivia had lunch in New York. The day before had been what it was, but the morning after was
something different.
Even though it had felt good to vent
a little, the dim reality that she had no chance to be with Olivia was looming
over her. Disgusted with herself and
the situation she had allowed herself to fall into, she plopped down onto the
futon. Switching on the television set
she began to scratch Howard on the back of his head while she search for
something to take her mind off of things.
Finally she was pleased to happen across 'The Apartment' . "I love this movie," she
confessed to Howard. "I still
can't believe that Jack Lemmon died."
Absently she continued to scratch the sleeping feline. "Oh this is a great scene ... Jack is
about to tell his boss, Fred MacMurray that he's in love with Shirley
McClain. Unfortunately, for Jack, Fred
is a big stinker in this movie."
She continued to narrate the story
to Howard who continued to sleep. As
the last scene unfolded, Karla held her palm over her chest as Jack confessed
his love for Shirley. "Shut up and
deal," Karla said along with Shirley.
Unaware that not far away Olivia was mirroring her actions. The closing credits began to roll as Karla
sighed deeply. "They just don't
make movies like that anymore, Howard."
The sleeping feline failed to move,
although he did purr encouraging Karla to keep up her ministrations. "Fine, be that way," Karla snarled
as she continued to channel surf.
"Great. Hundreds of
channels and there's still nothing on," Karla scoffed as she decided to
give up her search. She clicked off the
television and tossed the remote down onto the end table. Karla sat there pouting slightly as she
tried not to think about Olivia. Her
efforts were failing miserably.
Suddenly something occurred to
her. "I forgot about that,"
she said to herself, finally accepting that Howard wasn't paying
attention. Jumping up off of the futon
she retrieved her briefcase and began to rummage through it. Her heart jumped into her throat as she
found the envelope she had intended to give to Olivia the night before. She crammed the package that contained her
assistant's underwear back into her briefcase and resumed her search.
She smiled brightly as she found the
object she was looking for. Tucking the
manuscript under her arm, she padded her way into the kitchen, her feet
tingling slightly on the cold tiles.
"Well, if I can't win the girl ..." Karla mused as she opened
the freezer door, "... I'll just have to settle for my two favorite boys,
Ben and Jerry." Snagging the pint
of ice cream and a spoon she made her way back into the living room.
Grimacing as she found Howard now
sprawled out on the futon in an apparent effort to take over, Karla nudged the
furry little beast aside and dropped down onto the futon. "I'm all set," she sighed. "Chocolate and a smutty book. Now this is the only way to heal a broken
heart." She flipped open the pint
of ice cream and took a healthy spoonful of ice cream. "Chapel Hill, a novel by
Charlotte Hayden Smith," Karla read aloud from the title page. "I wonder how Olivia got her hands on
this?" she muttered as she began to read the unpublished manuscript. "Oh well," she shrugged as she
began to read the story.
Hours later, darkness had
descended. The only reason Karla James
noticed was because she was forced to flip on the living room lamp, licking her
lips as she closed the manuscript.
"Oh my," Karla stammered as she swallowed hard. "Well that was …
interesting." Karla glanced around
looking for more chocolate. She frowned
as she noticed the empty ice cream carton, which was now being kept company
with the remnants of a package of Oreos.
"What was I thinking? Reading something like that." Karla could feel her pulse racing. "Of course it didn't help that one of
the main characters reminded me of Olivia ... Oh boy ..." Even though it
was still a little early, Karla decided to go to bed and take matters into her
own hands.
Slowly she pulled the bedding back
and laid on her back slipping her fingers under the band of her boxer
shorts. All she could focus on was
Olivia's face and her smile. Reaching
down slowly she slipped her fingers between her thighs, gasping as she
discovered how wet she was.
Olivia had captured her heart but
she had also claimed other body parts as well.
Karla played out the fantasy of loving Olivia as her own fingers teased
her clit. Unable to control herself she
slid her fingers inside of herself, coming instantly. "Whew !" She
blew out a heavy breath as she stopped trembling. Never in her life had she climaxed so quickly. "This time I'm taking it
slow." She told herself as she
realized this was going to take all night long.
TBC
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