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The day that things finally changed was one that Raquelle would never forget, and also never speak about to another person ever, not even for an exorbitant amount of money or fame. The day Barbie Roberts decided to take charge and do something important - well, no, that wasn’t right. Barbie never failed to take charge because she was a confident, can-do woman who always got what she wanted. So perhaps it would be more accurate to say it was the day Barbie Roberts decided to take charge and do something important only to Raquelle.
Or to put it bluntly, to take charge and do Raquelle, who was important.
Raquelle wasn’t stupid. Devious, bratty, indulgent, a little bit narcissistic - or a lot narcissistic depending on who was doing the talking - sure, yes, she was those things and aptly proud to be so. But she wasn’t stupid. And neither was she blind. She hadn’t missed the looks Barbie had been sending her way, looks that had gradually grown over the last several months from shy, fleeting glances to lingering, hooded gazes to downright eye-fucking her in plain sight for everyone to see. Raquelle had never been subtle with her own looks, of course, flashing her bedroom eyes at the blonde whenever she pleased and being blatantly obvious with her flirting, waiting and waiting and waiting for her to take a hint. She wondered if it would soon come to the point where she would be forced to march right up to Barbie and say it to her directly, slowly and in plain English.
Hey Barbie, in case you hadn’t noticed, I want you to fuck me.
She wasn’t sure if she should actually do that. Barbie constantly had people flocking around her; her friends, her sisters, paparazzi, Ryan and Ken and any number of other drooling men. Raquelle didn’t want to make her move only to end up traumatizing one of the Barbie Juniors, even if the idea sounded funny. Barbie would kill her and Raquelle wasn’t actually that heartless. But if their friends (well, Barbie’s friends) hadn’t picked up on the tension by now, then they were truly dumber than Raquelle had initially thought.
So she continued to wait, dropping her hints that Barbie was finally picking up. They were now on the sixth consecutive month of this cat and mouse game, and if Barbie’s nearly constant leering was anything to go by, it was all about to come to a head. Raquelle had been so sure the pool party today was where it would finally go down. She had worn her skimpiest bikini, truly leaving little to the imagination, had stretched out her long legs in the sun, and had applied sunscreen with the utmost care, slowly ghosting her fingers along her own body - her shoulders, her stomach, her thighs. She had even gotten some total rando to lotion her back, arching at his touch like it was the best touch she had ever received and coming off like she had no shame. Because she really didn’t when it came to getting Barbie’s eyes on her.
And Barbie’s eyes were on her - she hadn’t even had to look because she could just feel it. Blue eyes burning along her skin hotter than the sun, searing into her and making her shiver. She had finally dared to look across the way to find Barbie standing rigid, seemingly mid-stride, watching her intently and not even trying to hide her want for her and her disdain for the guy touching her. Raquelle’s heartbeat had quickly dropped between her legs and she knew that if she could have gotten away with it, she would have sank two fingers into herself right there so that Barbie could see just what she wanted. It would finally be plain as day to her.
But Raquelle didn’t do that. She had a lot of audacity, but not quite that much.
So she had gone home disappointed. Barbie hadn’t grabbed her when no one was looking and hid her away somewhere only semi-private, a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams while she proceeded to fuck her into a heaving, quivering mess. With a dramatic sigh, Raquelle had had to make do with her imagination as she showered the day’s dirt away. Her own hands on her body would have to do, once again, in lieu of the ones she really wanted. But she came hard anyway, as she usually did when blue eyes and blonde hair flashed through her mind and Barbie’s name graced her lips.
It was sundown when Raquelle was sitting sulkily on the living room couch, knees drawn to her chest and a pout on her lips. Ryan had just left for his paint and sip party, telling her not to wait up for him, as if she ever did. He would stumble home around midnight, wine-drunk, inevitably waking her up like always so he could cry about something. He had been gone all of three minutes and she was just beginning to sink into self-pity when an insistent knocking sounded at the door. She sighed explosively. Ryan had undoubtedly forgotten something and instead of unlocking the door with his own key like a normal person, he was known to stand outside knocking away until she finally threw the door open in a huff.
“Ryan!” She yelled as she stomped towards the door, bare feet slapping against the floor. “I’m not in the mood for this!”
The last thing Raquelle expected after unlocking the door was for it to immediately burst open and blonde hair to come crashing through. Barbie slammed the door behind herself and locked eyes with Raquelle, who stood frozen under that penetrating gaze. She collected herself after several seconds, snapping her mouth shut and fixing her own glare in place.
“What the hell are you doing?” She accused, choosing to ignore the way her voice wavered.
Barbie didn’t answer, just continued to rake her eyes along Raquelle’s form, causing her to suddenly remember that she looked less than presentable. Her cheeks flushed from the embarrassment of being caught in her lounging clothes, by Barbie of all people. If she had thought for a minute that Barbie would be busting into her house tonight, she wouldn’t have thrown on one of Ryan’s oversize promotional T-shirts and a pair of boyshorts.
“Barbie?”
She finally noticed that Barbie wasn’t looking so hot herself - scratch that, Barbie always looked hot, so maybe a better term would be atypical. She was still in her bathing suit, though now she also wore a sheer pink cover-up that really didn’t cover anything. She was barefoot and her hair was pulled up in the messiest ponytail Raquelle had ever seen on her and she carried a bag that clashed horribly with the cover-up. Though truthfully, frumpy chic was a damn good look on her. But Raquelle didn’t have long to take in her state of dress, because Barbie came barreling down on her quickly and Raquelle flinched and stumbled backwards several steps until she caught herself against the wall. Blue eyes dropped down to the hem of her shirt, where her fingers were already twisting nervously, before narrowing dangerously. Oh no, was Barbie mad? Had she done something to piss her off and she was here to beat her up? In her own home?! Barbie was going to beat her ass in her own home.
“Look, whatever I did, let’s talk about it before you do anything, you know, drastic.” Raquelle pleaded, clearing her throat and grasping for a sense of normalcy.
Barbie’s eyes flashed back up to hers and she cocked her head, ponytail falling forward over her shoulder.
“What was that show about earlier?”
Raquelle’s mind blanked momentarily, prompting Barbie to elaborate.
“Who was that for?”
Raquelle drew her head back at Barbie’s tone. Oh. Oh? Was Barbie jealous? A tiny smirk pulled at her lips. Barbie was close enough to touch now, and Raquelle dared to lift her hand to twirl the ends of her hair around her fingers. Barbie’s eyes dropped down to the movement, brow furrowed.
“Who do you think?” Raquelle purred.
Eyes snapped back to hers and she couldn’t suppress a shiver when she saw Barbie’s pupils dilate. The other woman stepped forward again and raised her arms to flatten her palms against the wall next to Raquelle’s head, boxing her in.
“I think you wanted everyone’s eyes on you,” She said lowly. “I think you wanted to make me jealous.”
Raquelle drew her lip between her teeth, contemplating her answer. Barbie seemed genuinely frustrated and she wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to tease her right now. She wasn’t entirely wrong; Raquelle loved attention, both good and bad, and having everyone notice her was usually her goal. But today had been entirely for Barbie’s benefit and she should probably let her know that. But Raquelle, being Raquelle, always liked to push things to the limit.
“Well, did it work?”
Barbie scoffed, a quiet noise that had butterflies stirring low in Raquelle’s stomach. She leaned in close enough that Raquelle could feel her lips moving when she spoke.
“Why do you think I’m here?”
Then Barbie was kissing her, slowly and sweetly and not at all how Raquelle was expecting. She was surprised at how gently Barbie drew her tongue into her own mouth and how softly her teeth nipped at her lip. She knew Barbie was self-assured and confident and an all-around boss babe, so she was simply surprised to find how careful she was being after their months of prolonged heady sexual tension. Had Raquelle misread how much Barbie actually wanted her? That couldn’t be, not with how passionately she had burst through the door just two minutes ago.
But the point was that Barbie was kissing her, and that alone was a win in Raquelle’s book. She would have to up the ante herself, like she always did.
Raquelle slid her hand to the back of Barbie’s head, fisting her fingers through the swinging tail there and drawing her in deeper. She prodded her tongue against the one in her mouth firmly, attempting to goad her into a bit of a battle. It worked, at least for a moment, as Barbie groaned into her mouth and dug her nails into her ribs hard enough to sting. Just for a moment, Raquelle held the reins in her hands and it was glorious, but as always when Barbie was involved, Raquelle’s moment ended. Barbie extracted herself from the kiss, leaving Raquelle keening softly and grasping for more. The dissatisfied look in Barbie’s eyes stopped her in her tracks. Was Barbie about to change her mind? She waited with bated breath as blue eyes trailed along her face thoughtfully.
“You know, I don’t think you should get off so easily.”
Raquelle smiled smugly at that double entendre but it didn’t last long. Barbie’s nails bit sharply into her side again, pulling an indignant gasp from her.
“This all seems like a game to you. Is it?” She asked, her voice dripping with a sweetness that Raquelle wasn’t sure was entirely real.
Raquelle shook her head but couldn’t find her voice. The distracting sensation of sharp nails pressing into the sensitive skin over her ribs was equal amounts uncomfortable pain and delicious pleasure. She imagined they would feel even better raking down her bare back and leaving angry red lines in their wake.
“Are you sure?” Barbie leaned in close again, hot breath fanning over her ear and raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck. “Because I want to show you how I want to play.”
Once more, Raquelle’s heartbeat dropped into her pussy, and she began to desperately ache for satisfaction and something conveniently Barbie-shaped. Her hands clamped down on the other’s arms as a violent shudder ripped across her shoulders.
“Okay.” She breathed, that being the only thing she trusted herself to say.
And apparently it was enough, because the next second Barbie’s lips were back on hers, and this was more of what Raquelle had initially had in mind. This kiss was all tongue and teeth and completely in Barbie’s control, but Raquelle wouldn’t have it any other way. Barbie’s other hand came up to cup her jaw firmly, thumb and forefinger pressing into her jawbone hard enough that Raquelle couldn’t turn her head even if she wanted to. This was what she had dreamed of, this was what ran through her mind each time she touched herself. Barbie coming at her so forcefully, tongue overpowering her own with ease to dominate her mouth instead. Barbie’s teeth biting into her lip hard enough to bruise, tugging back sharply before releasing only to come forward to do it all again. Barbie so wholly consuming her she could scarcely draw in a complete breath.
When Barbie herself finally ran out of air and released her lips in favor of trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along her throat, throwing in a sharp bite every now and then, Raquelle fought to take in air and took a moment to marvel at how she was already half way to that quivering mess she hoped Barbie would turn her into.
“Arms up.” Barbie demanded and Raquelle didn’t waste a second complying.
The oversize T-shirt was up and off in record time, thrown carelessly over Barbie’s shoulder to pool on the floor. Raquelle felt a pang of self-consciousness when eyes raked over her bare chest - and she never felt self-conscious. Something about seeing Barbie looking at her body made her feel somehow inferior even though that was absolutely bizarre. Or maybe it was simply because she was heaving like she had just ran a mile so her tits were putting on a show of their own.
“Pretty.” Barbie mused, and just that one little word had Raquelle soaking through her boyshorts.
Barbie’s mouth was at her neck again, intermittently sucking her skin between her teeth harshly before soothing the area with her tongue. All the while her hands came up to cup Raquelle’s breasts, thumbs tweaking her nipples and making Raquelle squirm. Barbie held her flush against the wall and it was all she could do to cling to her, hands fisting in the fabric of her cover-up. Teeth scraped along her collarbone sharply and Raquelle knew there would be a long-lasting mark. Barbie was leaving marks on her wherever she could apparently, and come tomorrow she would probably look like a Jackson Pollock painting. Her lips might even be bruised with how hard Barbie had kissed her. But that was a problem for tomorrow, and she could be angry then.
But this was almost torture. She was wet, so wet that she would be dripping down her own thighs if it weren’t for the boyshorts, and had no way to seek even the smallest amount of relief. Barbie’s thigh was too far away to grind down against, and it didn’t seem like she had any plans of touching her yet. Her hands were still busy kneading her breasts and scratching at the abused skin of her ribs. She knew Barbie wanted to do things her own way, but enough was enough.
“Barbie,” She whined. “Stop teasing.”
The other woman released the underside of her jaw, where she had been administering a sizeable hickey, and peered at her. Her tongue rolled along her lips, seemingly savoring the taste of Raquelle’s skin and making her head swim momentarily. One eyebrow raised, prompting Raquelle to speak, but her voice was lost to her again. She couldn’t think coherently to save her life under that dark gaze.
Instead, Raquelle pursed her lips in a pout and pushed her hips out from the wall as best she could, bumping them against Barbie’s, who smiled and shook her head.
“I’ll get there. I want to taste the rest of you first.”
But Barbie wedged a leg between her own anyway, and Raquelle quickly sank down onto it, rocking gently and immediately getting lost in the delicious friction. God, her eyes even rolled back in her head from the relief of it all. Barbie laughed lowly, all breath, and the sound had Raquelle involuntarily stuttering her hips and palming at her waist in an attempt to draw her closer.
“Impatient.” Barbie whispered, but didn’t stop her and pulled her in for another bruising kiss.
Soft hands came down to cup her ass, and Raquelle jumped in surprise at Barbie’s grip strength as she maneuvered her in several long, slow glides along her thigh. She was surprised all over again when she realized that Barbie’s tongue was probing her mouth in sync with the movement of her thrusts. Raquelle’s moans were distinct even through Barbie’s devouring kiss.
Raquelle figured she would be more embarrassed at how close she was to orgasming if she weren’t so lost in the moment. Such simple external stimulation would typically not be enough to get her off, but Raquelle was finding that things with Barbie were far from typical. She was sure she would have came eventually even if Barbie hadn’t slid a leg between hers. She picked up the speed of her thrusts, angling down for more pressure. Just a little more and she would tumble over the edge, she was so close, so close -
But Barbie withdrew her leg at the last second, and Raquelle gasped at the sudden loss of a promised orgasm. Her body shuddered and her hips moved of their own accord, seeking that escaped bliss. It took her a moment to orient herself and shoot an indignant glare Barbie’s way, who was completely unbothered.
“You really think you get to come before I actually touch you?”
Raquelle pouted again and Barbie laughed, reaching up to pull at her bottom lip with a thumb, catching it on her nail. Her other hand quickly swiped between her legs, jolting Raquelle’s whole body and drawing a desperate moan from her throat. Barbie’s eyes shot wide and a wondering smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
“Oh my God. You’re wet.”
Raquelle felt her cheeks heat up. Of course she was wet, unbelievably wet, because Barbie was touching her. All it took was Barbie’s eyes on her to make her fucking gush. Barbie should be flattered.
Suddenly Barbie’s hands were back on her ass, and she screeched in surprise as Barbie lifted her up with ease in order to race through the kitchen doorway and deposit her unceremoniously on the nearest flat surface, which happened to be the bartop. Several bottles of liquor went tumbling and Raquelle reached blindly behind herself to grab them before they could roll off and shatter. She didn’t cut corners when it came to expensive booze and wasn’t about to lose some good bottles. But all her fumbling wasn’t quick enough to catch everything, and the sound of breaking glass reached her ears.
“Ugh, Barbie! Damn it!” She complained, looking over her shoulder to move the other bottles far out of the way.
“I’ll replace it.”
Raquelle jumped at the sound of Barbie’s voice directly next to her ear and flipped back around to find them nose to nose. Her annoyed glare faltered at just how dilated the other woman’s pupils had become.
“Later, of course. First I want to see you.”
“See me?” Raquelle squeaked, for that could only mean one thing.
Barbie pushed at her shoulders, signaling her to brace herself on her elbows. Immediately Barbie’s fingers came up to hook the waistband of her boyshorts, and she wasted no time pulling them down her long legs. Once they were off, they too were carelessly tossed over her shoulder to land somewhere on the floor. Raquelle huffed despite how hot she found the action to be; she hadn’t realized having sex with Barbie meant she would have to clean the house afterwards. When Barbie’s hands came back to her knees, pushing gently to prompt her to spread her legs, Raquelle blushed hard. By no means was she ashamed of what would be found there, she was extremely self-confident, almost to a fault, and she wanted Barbie to look at her of course, she had been dreaming of it, but now, in the moment, she found herself to be a little embarrassed. It was just something about Barbie that turned her into a shy idiot.
“B-Barbie, I….” But she trailed off, unsure what to say.
Barbie looked back at her and smiled when she spotted her red cheeks. She leaned forward between her knees to knock her forehead against Raquelle’s.
“Are you trying to hide from me, Raquelle?” She whispered, teasing.
She rolled her eyes with a scoff, but it came out sounding a bit strangled. Barbie only giggled and placed a soft kiss to her mouth.
“I promise I’ll play nice. Do you need a little coaxing?” One hand pulled away from her knee. “Oh, hold on.”
Raquelle watched as Barbie brought that hand up to her own mouth to bite down on the press-on nail on her pointer finger, popping it off. She couldn’t stop her jaw from dropping as she watched Barbie do the same for her middle finger as well. Yet another thing that should not have been as hot as it was. Also, the rich girl in her couldn’t stop thinking that those nails must have been extremely cheap to come off so easily. That, or Barbie was some kind of professional when it came to biting off her manicure. She watched, totally mesmerized, as she spat both nails onto the floor. She collected herself enough to scowl up at her; why did she continue to litter in her fucking house?
Barbie smiled again, the tip of her tongue poking between her teeth, and Raquelle thought she might forgive her just this once. As her hand came back again to her knee, Raquelle frowned.
“Only two?”
She quirked an eyebrow. “I think it’ll be more than enough to drive you wild.”
Her soft hand slipping down her inner thigh prompted Raquelle to open her legs wider on instinct. When Barbie’s fingers finally slid through her folds, Raquelle’s body shuddered involuntarily.
“Oh fuck.” She whispered, head dropping back of its own accord.
Barbie continued to stroke her slit insanely slowly, gently spreading her labia to gather come on her fingers. Raquelle couldn’t help but squirm each time she blatantly avoided touching her clit and didn’t even attempt to dip inside of her. From the corner of her eye, she saw Barbie’s head was turned, no doubt watching her own hand’s movements.
“Barbie.” Raquelle whined, lifting her hips to show her she needed to hurry things along.
But Barbie ignored her, continuing her ministrations without a care. Of course it felt great, amazing even, and Raquelle felt herself grow even wetter with each pass, but she was aching for fulfillment. She wanted Barbie’s long fingers sliding along her walls, gripping and pulling and squeezing. She didn’t want to beg, she wasn’t used to begging, but if this sweet torture went on much longer, she just might have to set her standards aside.
“Fuck, Raquelle,” Barbie breathed, obvious amazement in her voice. “I’ve never seen a girl so wet for me.”
That brought Raquelle back down to earth a little bit. She brought her head back up, noting that it felt outrageously heavy.
“You’ve seen a lot of girls?” She asked, voice breaking when Barbie’s fingers grazed her clit.
Barbie finally looked at her. She frowned, just a small furrow of her brows.
“Not really. And none like you. Is this really because of me?” She brought her hand up to study the sheer amount of come glistening on her fingers, much to Raquelle’s mortification. “Do I really get you this hot?”
“W-what do you think, genius?” Raquelle stuttered, trying hard to school herself back into Confident Raquelle, who isn’t bothered by Barbie waving her own fluids in her face.
Barbie only laughed again and went back to her slow, agonizing movements. Her other hand pressed more firmly against her knee, spreading her ever wider.
“Can I go inside you?” She asked, and Raquelle thought she might actually cry.
“God, fuck yes, do it.” She said in a rush, once more lifting her hips towards Barbie.
But Barbie tsked and stilled her movement altogether, causing Raquelle to let out a drawn out whine.
“You’re so impatient,” She tutted. “Do I need to teach you a lesson on patience?”
Raquelle could have rolled her eyes at that. Was Barbie seriously going to lecture her on patience? Raquelle had mastered patience during the last six months. To some, half a year may seem like a trivial amount of time to wait, especially for someone as wonderful as Barbie, but for Raquelle, who had never had to wait for much of anything in her whole life, it had been taxing. Why should she not want things hard and fast now that she had it?
As if she were reading her mind, Barbie whispered, mock-pouting.
“Do you really want to rush our time together?”
And damn it, she was right. Barbie wasn’t just another good lay, she was… well, Raquelle hadn’t actually let herself think that deeply about her feelings for Barbie. But as of right now, she knew Barbie was more important to her than simply getting into her pants.
“No,” She pouted for real. “But touch me! You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good.”
Finally, her fingers slipped into her entrance, pushing deeply and curling slowly. Raquelle’s head dropped back again as her relieved moan filled the air. Finally Barbie was fucking her, but too slowly! Her fingers withdrew and pushed back in at such a crawling pace, it felt as if she were stuck in slow motion. Still, it did feel incredible, especially when her thumb brushed her clit with every other pump. Raquelle was sure she was antagonizing her on purpose.
Barbie shifted against her, pushing again at her knee so she would spread wider. Her legs were open embarrassingly wide by now, though her knees were still bent, and her heels hooked on the edge of the bartop.
“Oh God, do you hear how wet you are?” Barbie whispered, voice trembling like she was the one being fingered torturously slowly.
Raquelle only groaned in response. Yes, Barbie had some weird kink for her come, that had been established. The obscene noises her fingers were making against her pussy hadn’t even registered before, but now they were all she could hear, and she blushed all the way to her ears. Raquelle had to get her to move things along before she said something so mortifying she keeled over. She lifted her hands to thread her fingers through Barbie’s ponytail, yanking her head back around towards her in order to crash their lips together in another fierce kiss. Maybe she would get a clue after this. Raquelle probed her tongue into Barbie’s mouth as deeply as she could, curling it against the roof of her mouth, and retracting it before pressing forward to repeat the motion. Barbie hummed against her appreciably, and Raquelle could feel her lips attempting to curve up into a smile. Her fingers had stilled during the kiss, and Raquelle took the opportunity to thrust her hips several times against her hand.
Barbie broke the kiss, breathless and looking thoroughly pleased. She trailed her free hand slowly up Raquelle’s leg to her stomach, splaying her fingers against the plane of her abdomen.
“You want me to go faster?”
God, yes, that was what she wanted. She nodded, breathless herself from the kiss.
“Deeper?”
Another nod, more adamant than the last. Barbie tilted her head, and her long ponytail tickled Raquelle’s thigh.
“Why should I do that?”
Raquelle groaned, long and drawn out, and which immediately turned into a high-pitched squeal when Barbie suddenly scissored her fingers inside of her without warning.
“I think I should push you to the edge of a climax and then leave you hanging.”
Raquelle shook her head, opening her mouth to voice a denial, but could only gasp when Barbie pushed into her deeply.
“Then I should do it again, over and over again until you’re desperate and begging me to let you come. Do you want that?”
Raquelle shook her head sharply, biting her lip hard to hold back another keening cry as Barbie scissored her fingers again. Truthfully, that sounded amazing, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted Barbie to see her that way. She was supposed to be cool and in charge, loud and bratty and ballsy, but with Barbie all that went away. She would deny it to her dying breath if word got out that Barbie could reduce her to such a needy state.
“You don’t like to beg, do you?” Barbie questioned, tone way too light for the situation. “I should make you beg anyway.”
“N-no, Barbie, please.” She shook her head again.
“Why not? You’re half way there already.” Barbie laughed.
She withdrew her fingers and began slowly stroking through her folds again. Raquelle almost sobbed, only stifling it with a fist to her mouth. Barbie leaned in close, brushing her lips along the sensitive skin underneath her ear, drawing a shiver out of her.
“Beg for me.”
Raquelle didn’t want to beg, really, but she had a feeling she would do anything Barbie asked her. She would hump her leg like a fucking dog if that’s what she wanted. And she was desperate enough to stoop so low. She lifted her hips instead, hoping that would suffice, but Barbie only withdrew her hand until she lowered herself back down. The lips at her ear dropped down to suck at her pulse point, teeth nipping hard enough to hurt.
“Beg for me, Raquelle.”
Another sharp nip. A feather-light stroke against her entrance.
Her resolve finally broke.
“Please, fuck me hard, Barbie, please, please.” She whined, clinging to the woman on top of her.
“Good girl.”
She didn’t have time to even think about what that phrase did to her before Barbie was slamming her fingers into her sharply and deeply, her thumb a constant pressure on her clit. Her body jerked at the sudden assault, her back arching up off the bartop. She was more pleasantly surprised when her chest met warm resistance; Barbie began mouthing her breasts and swirling the flat of her tongue around her nipple all the while keeping a fast, steady pace with her fingers. Raquelle marvelled at how she could do vastly different actions with her fingers and tongue simultaneously. She wondered if Barbie had maybe been lying when she said she hadn’t seen many girls. How else could she know exactly how to touch her?
“Oh, fuck!” She squeaked.
She couldn’t think on it for very long, as her head began to swim with near deliriousness. Barbie continued to alternate between curling her fingers and scissoring them apart with each thrust. Her other arm came around to circle tightly around Raquelle’s waist above her hips to hold her in place and even draw her down onto her fingers harder. Raquelle kept her fist against her mouth, biting hard onto her knuckles in a miserable attempt to stifle her unreserved noises. She was swimming in such bliss, she simply wasn’t in control of the sounds escaping her throat, they were just happening. Barbie reached up to tug her fist down and shoot her a reproving frown.
“Don’t. I want to hear how I make you feel.”
So she fisted the fabric of Barbie’s cover-up instead and allowed herself to moan and whimper unabashedly. She wondered briefly if Barbie thought she was just putting on a show for her, but going by the way she was chewing her lip and arching her brow, she didn’t seem to mind either way.
“Fuck, Barbie, don’t stop.” She moaned, totally breathless.
She was rocking her hips now, finally coming close to her climax. Barbie took her movements as a sign to switch up the angle of her thrusts, long fingers reaching the deepest they had yet, and that was all it took. Raquelle shook, waves of pleasure wracking her body, as her walls clamped down on Barbie’s fingers and a rush of fresh come dripped down her skin. Barbie slowed her movements back to a crawl in an attempt to draw her orgasm out as long as she could. She gasped out Barbie’s name and several curses, not having the air for anything more. Barbie pulled her in for a sweet kiss as she slowly came down from the high. She simply melted against the other woman, lifting her arms slowly to wrap them around her shoulders. Even when Barbie pulled away, Raquelle kept her eyes closed, her head rushing with endorphins. Barbie’s tongue clicking accusingly startled her back into focus.
“Look at this mess you made,” Barbie was saying, and it took Raquelle a minute to realize she was talking about the fluid sliding down her fingers and palm.
“Uh, sorry?” She offered, dazed.
Barbie looked at her sternly for a moment, before a mischievous smile tugged at her lips. She offered her fingers to Raquelle.
“Clean it up.”
Her eyes widened and the heady bliss dissipated from her mind as she realized what Barbie was asking. Raquelle hadn’t ever really understood the appeal of tasting oneself, but the dark, hooded look Barbie was giving her had her jumping to try new things. She took her wrist in her hand and wrapped her lips around her fingers, drawing them into her mouth. The tangy taste spread across her tongue and she found that she wasn’t totally averse to it. When Barbie slowly spread her fingers so she could swipe her tongue between them, dabbing up every dreg she could, Raquelle believed she understood the appeal now.
“Such a good girl.” Barbie purred.
Yes, Raquelle definitely understood.
The low way that Barbie praised her set arousal burning away low in her gut once again. She wiggled against the bartop, unconsciously searching for friction.
“Give me a taste?” Barbie asked, cocking her head cutely.
Raquelle surged forward immediately, connecting with her so hard she accidentally clicked their teeth together, but Barbie didn’t seem to care. Her clean hand came up to thread tightly in Raquelle’s hair at the back of her head, drawing her in deeply. Her tongue slid across Raquelle’s own come-coated tongue slowly, seemingly savoring the flavor. Her other hand scratched gently at her side, and Raquelle flinched - the skin there was red and sensitive from Barbie’s earlier rough touches.
They broke apart, breathing heavily, and Raquelle trailed her lips down Barbie’s throat, looking to leave a few marks of her own in retaliation. Barbie leaned into her touch eagerly, until Raquelle’s hands snaked low around her waist to begin bunching up the cover-up in preparation to pull it off. She stepped back out of reach, and Raquelle huffed.
“I want a taste now.” She sulked.
Barbie shook her head, smiling cheekily. “I’m not finished with you.”
Raquelle blinked stupidly, confused as to what else Barbie could possibly have in mind. No doubt it was more teasing and frustratingly slow fucking. She continued to backstep, blue eyes watching her all the while, until she reached the bag that she had carelessly discarded - and Raquelle had immediately forgotten about - some time after she came through the door.
“Did you think I already forgot about your stunt at the pool? Who was that guy that had his hands all over you?”
Raquelle scowled skeptically. That guy had been no one. He had been nothing more than bait to draw Barbie’s attention and he had done his job perfectly. She couldn’t even remember his face clearly, let alone the feel of his hands.
“You and me aren’t even dating, Barbie. So what if some guy was touching me? It’s not like I’m wrapped around your finger.” She attempted to appear nonchalant, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
Barbie paused half way through extracting something from her bag to shoot Raquelle a biting smile. “I don’t believe that for a minute.”
Raquelle tried not to roll her eyes, opening her mouth to reply with something snarky and on-brand for her, but all that came out was a strangled cry of surprise because Barbie was holding a sizeable strap-on in her hand and smirking smugly. And it was pink, because of course it was pink. Her mouth went suddenly dry and a sharp pang of arousal shot through her straight to her center. She tried not to wince at the inevitable throb of her pussy as Barbie finally shucked the cover-up. Her eyes drank in the sight as Barbie slid the harness up over her hips slowly, obviously aware that Raquelle was watching each movement with rapt attention.
“Y-you… really came prepared, huh?” Raquelle asked, nervously twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.
“Of course I did. I knew I wanted to see you thoroughly ravished.”
Raquelle finally did roll her eyes, because leave it to Barbie to use some old timey, romance novel term like ravished. Though admittedly, it did turn her on. Once the strap-on was secured to her liking, Barbie walked backwards towards the living room, eyes on Raquelle, so she could sit in one of the plush armchairs. Raquelle bit her tongue to keep from moaning at just the sight of Barbie sitting in the most unladylike position she had ever seen. Leaned back lazily, legs spread and pink strap bouncing gently between her thighs. She reached up with one hand to pull out her hair tie and shake her long blonde hair loose, and with the other she beckoned towards Raquelle, two fingers curling in a come hither motion. Raquelle tried to ignore the fact that those same fingers were making that same motion deep inside of her just two minutes ago.
“Come here,” Barbie ordered. “Ride me.”
Raquelle spluttered momentarily, cheeks burning, because those words coming out of Barbie’s mouth was almost enough to make her orgasm again. She wasn’t about to say no, so she slid off of the bartop, stumbling onto legs that felt lighter than air. Barbie had her head tilted again, threading one hand through her hair, while the other… oh God. She was methodically stroking the end of the strap as if it were real, palming the tip like she was gathering precum, and smiling devilishly all the while. Barbie knew exactly what she was doing.
Raquelle finally staggered to a halt in front of Barbie, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around her chest as blue eyes easily raked over her form. She had nothing left to hide, but watching Barbie stroke that strap was turning her stupidly shy. With a flash of dread, she realized slick was coating her inner thighs, slowing rolling down her skin. And with a flash of annoyance, she realized that Barbie had already spotted it. Her eyes trailed back up to meet hers and she shot her a wicked smile.
“Aww, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?” She cooed. “Come ride me, baby.”
Raquelle’s heart thumped wildly in her chest as well as her pussy. She hesitantly straddled Barbie, uncharacteristically self-conscious and quiet. Barbie helpfully held the strap in place as she positioned herself over it. An involuntary shiver wracked her body as the tip slid through her folds. Barbie hummed lowly in approval as her come coated the strap and she sank down the first couple of inches.
“God, you take me so easily.” Barbie whispered, before drawing her lip between her teeth.
Raquelle wasn’t even going to think about how insanely hot it was that Barbie referred to the strap like it was her own appendage. Barbie was a hell of an actress, if she could pretend that she was actually feeling Raquelle’s walls taking the strap in. Raquelle gasped as several more inches slipped inside. She wasn’t a stranger to being penetrated, but she had to admit that Barbie’s strap was quite possibly the biggest thing she had ever taken. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable by any means, but she felt extremely full and it was weird. Barbie seemed to sense that she was a little hesitant and dropped her act, placing her hands on her hips and stopping her from going any farther.
“Do you want to stop? Is it too much?”
Raquelle shook her head. “No, I just need a minute to adjust.”
“But is it okay?” Barbie persisted, concern evident in her voice.
Raquelle laughed, shaky and airy. “It’s fucking amazing. J-just hold on.”
Barbie’s hands remained resting lightly on her hips, keeping her steady but not forcing her to move faster than she felt comfortable. Finally, the backs of her thighs touched Barbie’s lap and she knew she had taken the whole length. She sighed, content at the feeling of being so full. If Barbie wasn’t capable of making her so fucking wet, things might have been more difficult.
“Raquelle?” She prompted gently, sliding her hands to the small of her back to support her.
Raquelle could have cried at Barbie’s sincerity. She had never actually slept with someone so acutely aware of her comfort, or who particularly cared about it. She leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on the other woman’s lips. She nodded, before lifting herself back up, her walls pulling deliciously at each inch of the strap, and back down again, this time feeling much more comfortable with the length. And, despite her opposition to going slow, she began to do just that, gently rocking her hips, riding Barbie’s lap sensually.
Knowing that Raquelle was ready to continue, Barbie was apparently back in character. She slid her hands back around to her stomach, gently pressing against her.
“Lean back. I want to see how you take me.”
Raquelle obliged, bracing her hands on Barbie’s knees and lifting her hips. Barbie gasped appreciatively as the strap slowly sank into her. She glanced up at her through her lashes.
“Fuck, you take me so well. So tight.”
Raquelle whined, thrusting her hips down a little sharper. Barbie’s praise was something Raquelle never knew she needed until now. She loved to be told what a great job she was doing, like any little-bit-narcissistic girl would, but hearing it from Barbie was on a whole other level. Her head dropped back as she picked up speed, moaning loudly as the tip of the strap touched deep within her. Barbie had yet to even move her own hips so much as an inch, but Raquelle could feel herself already getting close. Soft hands cinched tighter and tighter around her hips, nails biting into her skin, the faster she moved.
“Just like that, Raquelle.” Barbie moaned, and Raquelle really did have to commend her acting.
She was riding the edge of her climax, and fucking herself on Barbie’s strap felt incredible, but she didn’t feel like she was close to dropping over the edge anytime soon. There was an ache inside of her that she couldn’t seem to satisfy, so she leaned forward and braced her hands on Barbie’s shoulders in order to take the strap in at a different angle. She couldn’t help crying out when she realized her slow, shallow thrusts allowed her clit to press against the strap when it was at its deepest. Barbie’s hands settled on the backs of her thighs, ghosting her nails along her skin and leaving goosebumps behind.
“You love riding me, don’t you, baby?”
Raquelle could only nod her head stupidly and gasp out something akin to “Uh-huh,” because fuck yes, she really did love riding Barbie. Her words were making her feel things she had never thought she’d feel - not from simple words. Her hips stuttered several times with her impending orgasm, but still that ache inside persisted, no matter what she did. Reluctantly, she slowed back down to a more sensual pace.
“I can’t,” She pouted. “I can’t do it.”
With a blink, the hazy lust cleared from Barbie’s eyes and she sat up straighter, looking at her in concern.
“It feels so fucking good,” She panted, breathless from her ride. “But it’s not enough. I need you.”
The worry dropped away from Barbie's face and she smirked, sighing. Her hands continued to guide Raquelle’s hips in tight, circular motions.
“Are you going to beg me again?” She teased.
Raquelle began to scoff indignantly but let out a breathy yelp instead when the strap hit a sensitive spot. She dropped her head forward, nearly too tired to even hold it up anymore, and pulled Barbie in for a brief yet searing kiss that she could barely participate in because of how out of breath she was.
“Yes,” She laughed then. “Take me, Barbie. Fucking ravish me.”
Barbie laughed too, but it was different from her own; low and throaty and maybe the sexiest thing Raquelle had ever had the pleasure of hearing. And it set more butterflies loose in her stomach and actually did a little to scratch that desperate ache inside of her.
Then Barbie launched them both forward, and Raquelle let out a surprised scream as she was suddenly falling backwards towards the floor. Barbie’s arms encircled her waist before she actually fell, but her back still hit the plush rug hard enough to force the air from her lungs with a small “Oof!”
“What the hell!” She tried to shout, put it came out weak thanks to her empty lungs.
Barbie only laughed again and settled between her legs, gripping her by the backs of her thighs and pulling her towards her. She hadn’t even noticed the strap had slipped from her slit during Barbie’s manhandling, and was suddenly overcome with a sense of terrible emptiness. Barbie leaned forward over her, long hair falling over her shoulders to frame them both.
“What’s wrong? I thought you liked it rough,” Barbie skimmed her nails up her leg, pressing just hard enough to sting. “You’ve been asking me to fuck you hard this whole time.”
Raquelle shook her head, growing exasperated at Barbie’s penchant for endless teasing. Having sex with her was a fucking hassle.
“Then do it already. Stop wasting my time and - ah!”
Barbie slammed the strap into her with no warning, sending a shudder throughout her whole body. The burn of sudden penetration made her mind go serenely blank for a moment, before Barbie pulled back out and slammed in again, no less sharp. She leaned back again, wrapping her hands around her thighs tightly to spread her open and hold her in place as she pumped into her, slow and hard, several more times. Each thrust had Raquelle choking out a moan or a curse and threading her fingers through her own hair to tug at her scalp.
“Faster.” She gasped.
And for once, Barbie listened to her, picking up the speed of her thrusts quickly, all but yanking Raquelle’s hips back towards her to meet the strap each time. She could feel slick running down her thighs and could only imagine how the strap must look, pink and glistening brightly as it pumped in and out of her. She had a feeling Barbie was probably loving the sight. She rolled her eyes back down out of her head to look at Barbie, whose own dilated eyes were locked on her pussy - just as she had thought - with the most awed expression on her face; lips parted, breath puffing erratically, and brows raised, and Raquelle allowed herself a moment to feel proud that she was the cause of it. Barbie was worshipping her right now and it only made her more aroused.
“Not to ruin the moment or anything,” Barbie suddenly panted out. “But you are so fucking hot.”
Raquelle actually laughed despite the harsh pounding she was receiving. Why did it seem like Barbie could read her mind?
“Just shut up and make me come.”
Barbie doubled down her efforts, despite Raquelle thinking she was already giving her all. She slid a hand up to the back of Raquelle’s knee, folding her leg up towards her chest while tilting her pelvis up so sharply only her back remained on the ground. She slammed into her with renewed vigor, and Raquelle couldn’t hold back a high-pitched moan as the strap bumped against a spot deep inside of her that had never been touched before. Her other leg wrapped tightly around Barbie’s waist in an attempt to pull her closer. They were already as close as could be, but Raquelle wanted her closer still, to fucking burrow into her skin and become one with her. That was certainly a new feeling.
“Oh my God,” She cried. “Don’t stop.”
Barbie leaned towards her again, breath puffing hot across her collarbones, and Raquelle quickly reached up to wrap her arms around her to keep her there. She scratched her own nails down Barbie’s shoulder blades, pulling a pained hiss from her. Earlier she had imagined Barbie’s nails leaving angry red lines on her back, but she figured Barbie had left plenty of marks on her body already that it was only fair she leave some of her own.
“Are you feeling good?” Barbie whispered, mouth dragging along her jaw.
“Yes, so good. Keep going.”
Raquelle tilted her head down to connect their lips for a kiss that seemed much too slow and sensual for what was happening. She moaned when Barbie bit down on her lip, and Barbie moaned right back as she tugged it sharply. The alluring sounds of heavy panting and skin slapping skin, and Barbie’s touch on her body, and the smell of sex filling the air had Raquelle’s head swimming and her body shivering with an impending orgasm. She felt a little bit delirious and could only cling to the woman on top of her and chant her name breathlessly, pleading with her - don’t stop, please don’t stop - until she was finally tumbling over the edge.
Barbie continued her relentless pounding even as the climax crashed over Raquelle almost violently, wracking her whole body and nearly sending her into hysterics. Before her first orgasm even had a chance to begin to subside, she was immediately assaulted with another. Her hips stuttered, finally prompting Barbie to slow down to a more gentle, lazy pace. Barbie released her tight grip on her in favor of holding her close, murmuring something in her ear that Raquelle couldn’t make out during her bliss. She sighed, perfectly content, even as aftershocks continued to shoot through her.
“Holy shit.” She panted and heard Barbie hum in agreement.
They stayed like that for several long moments, wrapped in one another’s arms, fighting to get their labored breathing under control, until Barbie finally pulled back to look down at her, blue eyes running over her face with so much care that Raquelle’s heart clenched. She reached up to gently - so, so gently - swipe a strand of sweat-soaked hair out of her eyes. Raquelle swallowed roughly at the action, attempting to dislodge the sudden lump that had grown in her throat.
“How was that? Are you okay?” Barbie asked, voice full of true, genuine concern.
And Raquelle couldn’t stop the little sob that escaped her lips, nor the tears that leaked from the corners of her eyes. Barbie blinked once, surprised, before her brow dipped with worry. She sat back hurriedly, and Raquelle could hear her fumbling with the harness around her hips, cursing softly in her haste to get it off, before coming back to gather Raquelle up in her arms and hold her closely unobstructed.
“Raquelle, did I hurt you?” She asked, and Raquelle could tell she was fighting to remain calm.
She finally shook her head, and Barbie’s shoulders sagged in relief. She lifted them both to settle back on the armchair, drawing Raquelle even closer by the waist.
“What’s wrong?”
Raquelle’s shoulders shook with quiet, suppressed sobs. She was being stupid and emotional. Barbie was probably thinking she was one of those crazy people who cried after sex. But that wasn’t it.
“Why do you care?” She asked, even though she had actually wanted to say nothing.
Barbie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because people that I’ve done this with before… usually don’t.”
Barbie looked up at her, something unreadable in her eyes, and Raquelle hoped it wasn’t pity. She wasn’t looking for Barbie’s pity, that wasn’t the reason she had just admitted to be treated like less than. Barbie remained silent, breathing deeply, and instead leaned over to grab the blanket off of the couch that Raquelle had planned on cocooning herself in earlier before Barbie had shown up. She wrapped it securely around Raquelle’s shoulders, before finally looking at her again. Raquelle drew her head back when she recognized anger in the other woman’s face.
“I think you’ve been with the wrong people then.”
She sighed, trying to pass it off as a laugh, but Barbie obviously wasn’t buying it. She pulled a corner of the blanket up to roughly wipe the tears off of her cheeks and shake her head resolutely. Now was not the time to be dredging up her sad past. Like Barbie would want to hear about it anyway.
“I don’t want to talk about this.” She said quickly, fighting back more tears when Barbie’s hands gently smoothed up and down her arms. “I just had an amaze time with you and I’m not going to ruin it.”
Barbie smiled ruefully. “You better not. I haven’t even gotten off yet.”
She blanched, realizing Barbie was right. God, she really was a narcissist. Nearly the whole evening had been spent thinking about her own pleasure - would Barbie just touch her, would Barbie just hurry up, would Barbie just fuck her hard. She pouted and quickly reached forward to slip her fingers in the waistband of Barbie’s bikini bottoms. She stopped her, pulling her hands back to hold them in her own, laughing softly.
“Just calm down, wait a minute. Are you sure you’re okay? I want to know that you’re okay, Raquelle. We’re friends.”
Raquelle felt a strange sensation flood her chest at that term but shoved it away quickly. She didn’t like it and wasn’t going to dwell on it.
“Then what took you so long to finally come over here?” She challenged.
She rolled her eyes. “Feelings are a two-way street, you know.”
Raquelle decided to ignore the fact that that definitely was not an answer. She tsked, tugging the blanket tighter around herself.
“Not for you and me. Could you imagine if I had made my move and it turned out I had been totally misreading everything? I’d look like a fucking creep, like one of your crazy stalker fans who show up at your house and try to look through your bathroom window.”
She shrugged, messing with a loose thread on the blanket and purposely not looking at the other woman.
“It would really give your friends a reason to hate me.”
“Raquelle, they don’t hate you.” Barbie said, but it was evident in her tone that she really didn’t believe what she was saying.
Raquelle looked up to shoot her a skeptical frown.
“Uh, okay. Nikki would burn me at the stake the first chance she got and you know it.”
Barbie bit her lip to keep from laughing, and Raquelle found the action insanely adorable. She couldn’t believe this was the same idiot who had her begging to be fucked harder just a few minutes ago.
“Alright, well, in her defense, she’s intense. So how about this?”
Barbie cupped her face to pull her down into the softest kiss of the night, running her tongue along her lip in such a way that had Raquelle’s toes curling in delight and a girlish giggle bubbling up her throat.
“I’m sorry for making you wait,” Barbie mumbled, pulling back just far enough that her words could be heard. “So how about I let you go down on me in the shower to make up for it? Would that be good?”
Raquelle immediately got wet again, much to her embarrassment. She nodded adamantly, placing another, firmer kiss to Barbie’s lips.
“Yeah, it’s definitely a start.”
Then she was clambering off of her lap and lacing their fingers together in order to tug her up as well. Barbie giggled at her eagerness but stumbled after her towards the bathroom anyway. Raquelle, walking backwards and refusing the release the other’s hands, shot her a reproving glance.
“But listen, a little bit of advice. The next time you decide to bust into a girl’s house and fuck her stupid, you can at least take her to dinner first.”
Barbie smiled. “It’s a date.”