Margo was in the study room, meticulously organizing folders. Whenever overwhelmed by emotions, she found solace in tidying up. With a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other, she methodically arranged the files on the table. Glancing at the clock, which showed it was 6:30 in the morning, she then moved to her walk-in closet to choose her outfit for work. Opting for a black sheath dress that accentuated her toned figure, complemented by a classic pearl necklace and sleek black pumps from Paris that highlighted her slender legs, Margo exuded elegance. She returned to her room, leaving the buttons of her dress undone as she attended to her hair.
"Are you going to work? Isn't it too early?" Aveline emerged from the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around her body, her hair damp.
"Yes, I have to go to work," Margo responded, standing by the glass panel, watching as Aveline approached.
"What time does your work start?" Aveline inquired, beginning to fasten the buttons on Margo's dress.
The scent of strawberry soap wafted from Aveline's skin, a freshness that Margo found intoxicating even as Aveline seemed oblivious to the intense gaze upon her. After smoothing the dress and adjusting the collar, their eyes locked. Aveline's dimpled smile broke the serious atmosphere.
"It starts at 10 am," Margo answered, her tone brisk. Aveline glanced at the wall clock and furrowed her brows upon realizing the time, then gently brushed Margo's hair away from her forehead. "You're three hours early," she noted with a chuckle before turning away. Letting the towel fall to the floor, Aveline stood naked by the bed's edge, drying herself off, seemingly unaffected by Margo's presence.
"Got plans for today?" Margo asked, her green eyes roamed at the body, starting from the head going to the foot.
"Hhm...nothing important but I want to visit the Carnival." She answered while scrubbing her wet hair with a towel.
"You're going?" Margo never left her eyes to her and barely moving; it seemed her muscles, or her foot were nailed on the floor. Her eyes prevailed in watching Aveline who seemed busy wiping her thigh. Margo even noticed a small drop of water slid down to the full breast, wandering on the pinkish crown. The brightness of the sunlight shone onto the floor, sun rays cast a golden light on Margo's face, making her cheeks turned red.
"Maybe I won't go. It's kinda sad to go alone." Aveline sat on the bed naked and rubbed her hair with a towel. She was utterly comfortable in doing all the things in front of her. But Margo had a hard time to focus; her body temperature rose above average. Was it from the sun behind her back or the view in front of her? Whatever it was, she could not discern, Margo was gradually burning. "Why you like carnivals?" She arched her brow and crossed her arms in curiosity.
"It's always fun going to the carnival. Have you been there, Margo?" Aveline religiously spread the lotion more gently on her legs and thighs.
"No," Margo answered with a gulp. She was mesmerized at the mildews sliding down on the shoulder. Biting her lip, she unbuttoned the top of her dress to breathe easily. The view was too tempting not to ignore; Margo swallowed an invisible lump on her throat upon seeing the tiny flesh peeked right between the legs. Aveline repeatedly daubed the lotion on her skin, occasionally opening her legs wider.
"Why you don't go to carnivals?" Aveline asked, rubbing the lotion on her ankles. Lowering her shoulders, her breasts wobbled a bit.
Margo's throat went dry again and inhaled sharply. "It's not interesting to me." She brushed her forehead and cleared her throat from uneasiness. Those eyes observed the way Aveline dabbed the lotion on her knees as if performing some art or magic, making Margo transfixed on her feet.
"Would you like to join me?" Aveline tilted her head to the side while she rubbed mildly her elbows.
Margo endured the feverish reaction within her body. She was boiling from the view, and the warmth from the sun seeped through the fabric of her dress. She inhaled sharply while watching Aveline lather more lotion on the arms.
Aveline's legs opened wide enough. Margo's throat went dry again, and again but no one could feel her tension. "W-would you mind closing your l-legs?" She was surprised to hear her voice stuttered.
"What did you say?" Aveline drew her brows from confusion.
"Close your legs, Aveline!" Margo finally regained her composure. She crossed her arms, glaring intently at Aveline.
"What's wrong with my legs?" Aveline retorted innocently, she put down the bottle of lotion over the bed, took the towel and wiped her hair. Her full breasts moved in a rhythm while she dried her hair on the shoulder.
Margo endured more anxiety coming from the sight of those wobbling breasts. "Just close it!" She commanded in an outrage, clenching her fist to control her temper, but the crimson cheeks gave away.
Aveline had noticed her face. She understood what Margo was trying to tell her. Suddenly, the naughty light bulb flickered on Aveline's mind, causing her to secretly smirked, igniting a plan to torment her. Aveline laid down the towel; she did not move. "Why don't we go to the carnival, Margo." She inclined her back, rested her palms over the bed; then opened her legs wider. A glimpse of paradise emerged between her heavenly thighs.
"Join me, Margo?" She whispered in a sultry voice, biting seductively her lower lip and expertly licked it. Opened her legs wide again to let Margo gazed at the magnificent view. Her smoky chocolate eyes stared at her. Several times she opened her legs, then closed it again. "Hhhmm...would you like to go, Margo?" She was biting her lip while opening and closing her legs.
"God, Aveline!" Margo growled in disdain, finally submitting herself to desires and knelt to the nakedness of her. Aveline welcomed her with kisses; she held Margo's cheeks and buried her lips immortal's mouth.
Margo kissed her outlines, the jaw, shoulder, and neck. The scent lingered on her nose, a delightful fragrance of vanilla oozing from the scent of soap and the creaminess of lotion.
"Are you going with me?" Aveline moaned from the tongue wiping her clavicle and the hand touching her legs.
"If you will please me. I shall grant your wish." Margo responded in a husky voice, her lips traveled across the breast, sucking her nipple and encircling the tongue around the areola. Her hand went to the drenched piece of heaven, letting a loud moan coming from Aveline when her fingers squirmed inside.
"D-deal..." Aveline groaned in pleasure, lying on the bed and her body arched upwards from the playful fingers massaging her delicious cherry. She gasped when Margo moved inside the drenched hole and played with it. Aveline's legs opened wider, giving full access to her mouth. Margo sucked it like a bee, taking away all the nectar from a flower. Her tongue etched the shape of the clit and explored the depths of Aveline.
She moaned louder from Margo's devouring mouth.
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They descended to the basement to choose a vehicle, Margo dressed casually in a white t-shirt, a blue jacket, fitted pants, and black boots, her hair hidden beneath a blue bonnet. Aveline opted for a simple yet stylish ensemble: a pink blouse, skinny jeans, and her beloved shoes.
The array of luxurious cars in the basement left Aveline wide-eyed with awe.
Noticing her admiration, Margo teased, "Pick a car."
"Are all these yours, Margo?"
"Yes."
Delight sparkled in Aveline's eyes as she gently caressed the sleek surfaces of the vehicles, her finger eventually resting on a black sports car. The Lamborghini Veneno, valued at 4.5 million dollars, stood out among the collection.
"Hop in!" Margo beckoned, opening the passenger door.
Inside the car, Aveline was momentarily spellbound, nearly forgetting the seatbelt until Margo secured it for her. The intimate gesture sent warmth flooding Aveline's cheeks, prompting her to shyly divert her gaze to the window.
As they drove, the sun bathed the interior in light, causing Aveline to marvel at the clarity of the sky. She reclined into the leather seat, allowing a fleeting sense of joy to fill her thoughts. She knew dark clouds might return to overshadow her life, but for now, she embraced the happiness.
Stepping out of the car, they were met with gazes that felt similar to those of paparazzi, filled with silent curiosity. Aveline was accustomed to enduring ridicule and judgment, yet today elicited a different response from onlookers: a mix of envy and admiration. Clasping Margo's arm as they walked, Aveline found comfort in the proximity, oblivious to any implications. To them, their physical closeness was as mundane as their conversations about sex, a testament to the complexity of their relationship.
The gentle breeze bestowed a warm caress, enlivening the carnival atmosphere with its cheerful parade. Echoes of hair-raising screams from roller coaster riders filled the air, blending with the melodic rotation of the carousel. The vibrant hues of cotton candy complemented the heavenly aroma of assorted foods.
"Margo, let's go on the coaster!" Aveline exclaimed, her gaze lifting towards the towering structure. Its twisted steel frame climbed steeply, presenting a daunting spectacle from the ground.
"Sure," Margo responded, her voice carrying its characteristic monotone. Aveline, bubbling with excitement, tugged at her hand, leading them towards the ticket booth.
"I'll buy the tickets...wait here," Margo volunteered, noticing the crowd.
"But it's crowded. I'll stay with you," Aveline insisted, observing the lengthy queue with concern.
"Just wait here." Margo firmly stated, departing without awaiting a response.
Aveline took a seat on a nearby bench. Shortly after, Margo returned with two tickets in hand. "How did you manage that?" Aveline asked, her astonishment evident.
"I have my ways...let's go," Margo replied, sparing no details. Aveline glanced back at the ticket booth to see a commotion, as someone had thrown a handful of money into the air, causing a frenzy among the queue.
As they approached the ride, Aveline's anticipation mingled with a hint of nervous excitement. Clutching Margo's hand as if it were her lifeline, they took their seats amidst the coaster's passengers. "It'll be fun, I guess," Margo remarked, nudging Aveline, who managed a nervous laugh. The cart inched forward, tightening Aveline's grip on the safety bar as the ride ascended steeply before plummeting into a vertiginous dive.
A male passenger's hysterical cries of "I don't want to die! Mamaaaa!" punctuated the air, adding to the cacophony of screams. As the coaster hurtled downwards, Aveline's perception of time seemed to stretch infinitely, her surroundings blurring into the sky above.
The coaster's relentless pace sent adrenaline coursing through the passengers, their screams a testament to the ride's thrill. Yet, amidst the chaos, Margo Sinclair appeared disinterested, barely stifling a yawn. Bored by the experience, she turned to Aveline, offering a comforting kiss amidst the whirlwind of emotion and motion surrounding them.
Aveline's eyes sparkled with surprise as she reciprocated Margo's kiss amidst the roller coaster's tumultuous ascent and descent. Their lips met softly, weaving a tender narrative through the cacophony of screams and mechanical roars. As the coaster executed a daring loop, their world momentarily turned upside down, yet their kiss remained a constant, grounding force.
Margo's hands cradled Aveline's face, their kiss deepening as they defied gravity, suspended in a moment of exhilarating freedom. Aveline's eyes fluttered shut, allowing herself to be enveloped by the sensation, her heart dancing to the rhythm of imagined fireworks lighting up the sky.
As the roller coaster came to a halt, they reluctantly parted, breathless from the ride and the intensity of their connection. Aveline clung to Margo's arm, her heartbeat racing not just from the thrill of the coaster but from the unforgettable kiss they shared.
"Did you enjoy it?" Aveline ventured, her question laced with ambiguity that made her cheeks burn with a sudden flush. She hoped Margo didn't catch the dual meaning behind her words.
"Yes," Margo's succinct response sent waves of embarrassment through Aveline, who quickly diverted her attention to a nearby shooting range, hoping to mask her reddened face. She pointed excitedly at the large teddy bears hanging as prizes. "Margo...let's try that," she suggested, her enthusiasm evident as she tugged at Margo's arm.
They approached the shooting stall with a simple goal: hit the toy ducks and win a prize for a mere hundred pesos. Aveline's infectious joy made even the mundane task of shooting toy ducks seem like an adventure, capturing a rare moment of light-heartedness between them.
"Hey, Joe! Do you like to shoot the ducks?" Mang Kanor greeted Margo with a thick accent, his protruding beer belly noticeable as he leaned over the counter of his shooting stall. His name, along with his moon-faced portrait, was boldly displayed on the stall's signage. Margo's expression twisted in irritation, while Aveline suppressed her laughter, her amusement veiled behind a bowed head. She wrapped her arms around Margo, whispering soothing words and planting a gentle kiss on her lips to calm her.
"May I try?" Aveline inquired, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Mang Kanor, always eager to entertain customers—especially foreigners who tended to spend more—handed her a rifle loaded with small pellets.
Aveline took aim at the ducks, missing her targets more often than not. Margo, undeterred, paid for another round. "Here, just align the gun with the ducks," she instructed, positioning herself behind Aveline to guide her aim. "Focus on them," she whispered, her breath warming Aveline's ear. With Margo's steady hands guiding hers, Aveline's shots found their mark, striking the moving ducks with newfound accuracy.
"Hey, Joe! No coaching, please," Mang Kanor chided, his voice shrill with annoyance. In a moment of mischief, Margo let go, causing Aveline to accidentally fire a shot that ricocheted off Mang Kanor's ample belly.
"OH! GOD! I'M SORRY!" Aveline exclaimed, taken aback by the mishap.
To defuse Margo's simmering frustration, Aveline leaned in for another kiss. "How about we sit on the bench? I'll finish up here. Please, don't be angry. You've already paid quite a bit; it'd be a shame to leave now," she pleaded, holding Margo even closer, her plea mingled with the warm affection of their embrace.
Margo sighed. "I'll buy water." Before leaving, she gave Mang Kanor a dangerous look.
"Your boyfriend is a foreigner. So handsome. What's his name?" Flor, the wife of the amusement park's shooting range owner, asked Aveline. Stout like her husband and donning a fashionable floral summer dress, Flor's penchant for gossip was well known. The question momentarily bewildered Aveline, causing her to fix a perplexed gaze upon the woman as though she were a conversing rhinoceros. Grasping for a response, Aveline's eyes landed on an empty bottle in a corner, and she blurted out somewhat absently, "T-tequila?"
"Ah, what a unique name. Tequila. Oh, so manly," Flor chuckled with amusement, her laughter echoing a peculiar blend of a horse's neigh and a hyena's cackle. Aveline chose not to correct her, hoping Flor would drop the subject.
"You can start now," Mang Kanor said as he handed Aveline a loaded rifle. He found amusement in watching her miss the targets. Margo had paid two thousand pesos, a sum that significantly boosted his sales for the day. Mang Kanor then began picking at his nostril, dislodging a sizable lump of snot with his index finger. With a nonchalant shrug, he flicked the snot into the air, where it tragically found its resting place on his wife's floral dress.
"Are you done?" Margo arrived, carrying two bottles of cold mineral water. She was wearing her bonnet, the reason she was often mistaken for a man. Margo's face was androgynous, making it hard to determine if she was pretty or handsome with her casual attire. Aveline responded by shaking her head and smiling at her.
"More bullets left," Mang Kanor reminded Aveline to shoot again. This time, he was scratching his butt.
"Here...hold this. I'll shoot," Margo handed the bottle to Aveline.
"Okay," she replied, giving the rifle to Margo.
"Kanor! Tequila wants to play!" Flor shouted to her husband without looking at him, her gaze fixed on Margo.
"Who's Tequila?" Margo asked as she adjusted the rifle.
"Uhm...don't mind them. Maybe another customer," Aveline said, taking a deep breath to calm herself and prevent any potential issues. "Good luck, Margo," she added, rubbing Margo's arm excitedly.
Mang Kanor watched Margo while scratching the itch inside his pants, pulling at the seam of his jeans swallowed by his buttocks. Margo began shooting all the ducks with perfect speed; the targets seemed to fly through the air, collapsing in succession, leaving him amazed and causing him to forget about his nose-picking. "Pick your prize," he told Aveline, shocked.
Aveline chose the brown teddy bear, as big as a pillow. Flor removed it from the plastic cover and handed it to her. "Come back again with your handsome Tequila," she said, giggling. Her comment caused Aveline's brain to short-circuit again. Aveline cleared her throat, trying to erase the bizarre image of a laughing rhinoceros from her mind.
"Hey, Joe! Thank you for playing," Mang Kanor said, smiling warmly at Margo, which infuriated the immortal. Before returning the gun, she pulled the trigger.
"Hey!" the owner shouted in pain as the pellet got stuck in his forehead.
"It slipped," Margo said without concern, placing the rifle on the counter. Aveline quickly pulled her hand away from the stall before Margo could shoot more pellets at him.
A gentle wind whispered through the colorful tents of the merry carnival, casting a warm welcome on their faces. "Let's watch the parade," Aveline suggested, gently squeezing Margo's hand while they observed the band playing on the street.
The parade was a vibrant procession of gypsies, magicians, and musicians adorned in mystical costumes, showering confetti that filled Aveline's heart with childlike giddiness. She reveled in the sight of magicians, dancers, and people in bright costumes dancing joyfully before them. "Do you like parades?" She glanced at Margo, seeking her reaction.
The sunlight kissed Margo's lips, painting them a radiant red, and her eyes sparkled with warmth under its glow. To Aveline, Margo appeared even more beautiful through the lens of her admiration.
"We always enjoy parades," Margo responded, locking eyes with Aveline. The beating of drums from the parade seemed to synchronize with Aveline's own heartbeat. The world around her blurred, seeming to both speed up and slow down, almost as if time itself was suspended. Overwhelmed by a rush of indescribable emotions, Aveline murmured, "Margo... thank you."
"For what?" Margo inquired, her interest piqued by Aveline's gratitude.
"Thank you for being part of my day," Aveline replied, her eyes smiling as she embraced Margo. Her heart thumped wildly, the intensity of her feelings frightening her.
Despite the joy of the moment, a shadow of sadness lingered in Aveline's gaze. She pulled Margo closer, and as colorful confetti rained down upon them like a flurry of picturesque snow, Aveline closed her eyes. Silently, she pleaded for the storm of emotions within her heart to calm, unable to withstand the engulfing sadness any longer.
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