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“Oh my god, Ken! You and Barbie broke up?”
Raquelle was glad there weren’t any people in the cafe, she was so shocked she wasn’t able to keep her voice down.
As mean as she was at times, she didn’t want to hurt her friend any more. Ken didn’t deserve it.
Ken absent mindedly stirred the whipped cream in his frappe with his straw.
“Yeah,”
He mumbled in reply.
“Are you okay?”
Raquelle tentatively asked.
Really, if she was talking to anyone else, Raquelle would’ve just said ‘that just means more time for yourself and shopping of course’, but since it was Ken, and he was looking pretty down, she took it easy.
Ken nodded.
“Yeah. It was a mutual and peaceful break up.”
“You don’t look fine though.”
Ken finally looked up from his frappe, and it’s been awhile since Raquelle has seen him so lost.
“I’m just- I don’t know. I guess I just don’t know what to do.”
He dropped the straw and leaned back into his seat.
“I don’t regret the break up. Barbie and I are still friends, still the best of friends. I- I’m just not sure what else to do. I think I’m-”
Ken cut himself off and shook his head.
“Nevermind. I’m not ready to say it yet. Thanks for listening, Raquelle.”
“I didn’t do anything, but yes. Thank me, I’m the answer to everything.”
Raquelle shrugged with enough confidence to be considered smug.
“Even the ‘who eats raw slugs for breakfast’ question?”
“Ew, no! Wait. Only if there’s dessert, and a lot of pancakes.”
Ken laughed.
Ken and Raquelle hung out at the cafe until late in the afternoon, and Ken had to go meet some director.
Before they went their separate ways, Raquelle gave Ken a hug and gave his shoulder a pat.
“You’ll be fine. You’re a big boy.”
Ken laughed and shook his head.
“It’s weird that your method of cheering me up is working. I’d probably be a-okay by the time Barbie comes back in a week from her trip.”
Raquelle rolled her eyes but chuckled.
“Get in the car already.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
A second after Ken shut the door, the window rolled down.
“Forgot to tell you. Try not to uhh… antagonize Barbie too much. Like she’s fine and all but…you worry me sometimes.”
Raquelle scoffed.
“Excuse me? I don’t antagonize friends. At least, not by much.”
“Yeah. Definitely needed to give you that warning. But just in case, Raquelle, be a bit more careful.”
“Yeah, yeah. I get it. Be less mean and make my personality blander, blah blah.”
Ken squinted at Raquelle, as the windows rolled up and the car started moving.
♧♧♧♧♧
The morning after Ken and Raquelle’s cafe hangout, Raquelle was happily making her way home after a jog, something Barbie somehow ended up convincing Raquelle to do for her health. Apparently.
It was a hassle at first, but over time it got easier, and it ended up becoming a new habit for Raquelle.
As Raquelle typed out the password for her door, she heard a low roar of a sports car. It wasn’t unusual in her neighborhood, but the fact that it was loud, and getting louder made alarm bells ring in her head.
Raquelle didn’t have time to open the door before a pink ferrari stopped with a screech in front of her house.
The driver’s door opened and a blonde woman jumped off the car.
Raquelle’s jaw dropped.
“What the- Barbie?! You’re not supposed to be back till next week!”
Barbie answered Raquelle with a glare that had Raquelle swallowing down a whimper. The blonde slammed the car door shut, and stormed towards Raquelle. She looked so furious it took all of Raquelle’s willpower to keep her knees from giving out on her.
Damn it, Raquelle! Don’t be so damn weak.
Somehow, someway, blue eyes that were normally as soft as the sky, but sharp as crystals at the moment, were only inches away from Raquelle.
Barbie slammed an arm against the door and above Raquelle’s head.
“Open the door.”
This time Raquelle wasn’t able to stop herself from whimpering.
She pressed herself further against the door to put some distance between her face and Barbie’s.
Oh shi- Barbie’s perfect furious face is too close!
Raquelle nervously laughed.
“Ahaha. First off, rude.”
She looked to the side, to avoid piercing blue eyes.
“What did I do to piss you off this badly? I don’t remember doing anything remotely mean this week.”
Raquelle heard teeth grind together.
“Open the door.”
Barbie’s words sounded like they were forced through her teeth, nothing like the smooth and gentle tone she usually had.
“I-I’m not opening the door until I get answers.”
Raquelle crossed her arms over her chest. Though she still couldn’t look Barbie in the eyes.
A sigh.
“You always like to test my patience.”
Barbie muttered lowly, probably not for Raquelle’s ears, but they were so close, it was impossible for Raquelle not to hear a little bit.
“You know Ken and I broke up.”
That was a statement, still Raquelle felt like she had to answer.
“Yeah. He told me.”
“Oh?”
A shiver ran down Raquelle’s spine at how low Barbie’s voice went.
“You two talked. What else did you two do? Try any flirting?”
“What?”
That annoyed Raquelle enough to look at Barbie.
“Hey, I thought we were over this! He’s your-”
“Not anymore. We broke up, remember?”
Barbie’s little huff ghosted over Raquelle’s lips, and Raquelle’s brain short-circuited a little.
Oh god. Even mad- Why is Barbie so freakin perfect? IT’S UNFAIR.
“...That- that doesn’t mean I’d immediately hit on him! What kind of friend would I-”
“Last chance, Raquelle. Open the door.”
Raquelle threw up her hands, about to complain, but she didn’t get the chance.
A hand grabbed her face, and soft lips slammed against Raquelle’s own.
From the initial impact that felt more like Barbie was trying to knock Raquelle’s teeth out with her mouth, Barbie adjusted the kiss to feel more like a kiss, but still forceful.
Instead of trying to knock Raquelle out, it felt like Barbie was trying to devour her. There was so much biting, and sucking, and both of Barbie’s hands held Raquelle’s head so firmly, they were probably the only things holding Raquelle up. Oh, and her tongue!
FUCK!
The way Barbie roughly explored Raquelle’s mouth with her tongue, the angry hum any time Raquelle tried to pull away to breathe, and the way Barbie forced Raquelle up against the door with her own body made it impossible for Raquelle to think of anything other than Barbie.
She was so warm. Everywhere Barbie touched was so warm, it got hot.
When Barbie pulled away, Raquelle had to grip Barbie’s denim jacket to keep herself from falling. She was dizzy from lack of air, and the sensation of Barbie.
“Barbie, wha-”
“Open the door, Raquelle.”
Raquelle hesitated.
Who knew what Barbie would do behind closed doors after all?
Raquelle tried not to feel too excited at the thought. She had to keep a sound mind, she had a swimsuit photoshoot tomorrow. It was in the afternoon, but if the kiss was any indication, Raquelle had to assume Barbie wasn’t going to hold back. Raquelle wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but god she wanted to know!
“Open it, unless you want me to take you right here.”
Barbie snapped.
That had Raquelle turning around and inputting the password to the door pretty fast.
Although Raquelle kinda found the idea of being fucked outside interesting, if any paparazzi managed to catch them, the aftermath would take a lot of work. Work that Raquelle didn’t feel like doing.
It was hard for Raquelle to focus on the password with Barbie so close behind her and pretty much breathing down her neck, but she did it.
She opened the door, quickly got inside and invited Barbie in. Even if Raquelle wanted to hide in her house, Barbie knew the password. Hell, Barbie knew where the emergency key was hidden.
Raquelle tried to be upbeat and the opposite of nervous, very easily and casually removing her shoes and socks and exchanging them with indoor slippers.
Raquelle took the chance to escape, while Barbie was trying to kick off her knee high boots.
“Oh, hey! You want a glass of water? I can go get-”
Raquelle barely took a step towards the kitchen before Barbie grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, and against Barbie.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Barbie sneered.
Raquelle gasped at the impact. And Barbie took the opportunity to shove her tongue back in Raquelle's throat.
Barbie's hands encircled Raquelle's bare waist. Her grip was tight enough to leave marks and it made Raquelle moan so loud it was embarrassing.
Barbie pushed Raquelle down on the couch and bit down hard at the side of her neck. Barbie grabbed at Raquelle's boob, while her other hand haphazardly stripped Raquelle of her yoga pants.
"Wait, Barbie-"
Barbie sucked harder on Raquelle's neck and Raquelle couldn't help but whine.
Raquelle's pants were off along with her underwear.
Barbie unlatched her lips from Raquelle's neck, and she kissed and licked her way up to Raquelle's ear. She nibbled on Raquelle's earlobe.
"Arms up."
There was little Raquelle could do to resist.
Barbie didn't wait till she had Raquelle's sports bra completely off. She took one nipple into her mouth. Swirled, flicked her tongue, sucked, and bit at the bud.
Raquelle squirmed, she tried to move but the sports bra Barbie kept at her elbows and stuck on her head restricted her movements, and Barbie's grip on her thigh was more impossible to shrug off.
"Damn it, Barbie!"
Raquelle arched her back as Barbie bit her nipple hard enough to draw blood.
Barbie ripped the sports bra up and over Raquelle's arms and head, and buried her fingers into Raquelle's hair and scalp. The blonde tugged Raquelle's head back, baring the raven haired woman's throat.
Raquelle's moans turned halting, as Barbie kissed up her throat, occasionally nipping at skin.
The hand on Raquelle's thigh drifted inwards.
Barbie tapped a finger at Raquelle's entrance.
"You're so wet, Raquelle..."
Barbie pushed her finger completely inside.
"...that I slide in so easily."
Raquelle trembled.
Barbie bent one of Raquelle's legs at the knee and pushed it up against her chest.
"How many can you take, Raquelle?"
Barbie sucked on the other side of Raquelle's neck drawing out another hickey, while she pumped her finger in and out of Raquelle.
She added another finger without warning.
Raquelle's breath hitched.
"Can you take three?"
Barbie purred.
The third finger met some resistance, but Barbie pushed through it.
Raquelle spread her legs wider and moaned.
A few tentative curls of Barbie's fingers had Raquelle throwing her head back from pleasure.
It shouldn't be this easy to make a mess of her, but Barbie had always been talented.
And Raquelle had always wanted the blonde to fuck her ever since Barbie snapped at the parking lot. So there's that.
Barbie's thrusts were slow and consistent. She went back to kissing Raquelle hard on the mouth.
It felt like too much but too little for Raquelle.
How the hell is her hand so controlled and steady, while her tongue and mouth go wild on me? Fuck!
"Three won't cut it."
Barbie mumbled.
That got Raquelle's attention, she struggled to have her eyes focus on Barbie's.
"You don't mean-"
Barbie smirked, and pushed her fingers up the roof of Raquelle's vagina.
Raquelle's muscles spasmed.
"Have my whole hand inside you? You'd like that, huh?"
Barbie flipped her hand over so her palm was facing down, the stretch and movement had Raquelle squirming and groaning.
"But no. I want to go deeper, but I want my hands free."
Barbie took Raquelle's bruised lower lip between her teeth.
"Don't you have any toys, Raquelle? A dildo? A strap-on perhaps?"
Raquelle found herself whining as Barbie reduced the number of fingers inside her one by one till the last finger was only circling her opening.
"I-I don't- urgh!"
Barbie pressed her thumb down hard on Raquelle's glans clitoris.
"They don't do it for you, is that it? Too bad."
Barbie lightly rubbed Raquelle's clit with her thumb, and gently sucked at her lip.
Raquelle groaned. She needed Barbie to fuck her hard, not gentle and gradual. Hard and rough!
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Damn you, Barbie!
"W-wait. I think I have a strap-on. A gag gift from- anyways it's in my smaller bedroom closet. If you could just let me up-"
A sound that was a mixture of a gasp and a whine came out of Raquelle, as Barbie pulled her finger out so she could wrap her arms around Raquelle's waist and lift her up.
"Arms and legs around me."
Barbie whispered against Raquelle's jaw.
"Barbie, I can walk!"
Raquelle complained.
Barbie tightened one arm around Raquelle's ass so she could reach up and pull Raquelle's head back by her hair.
Raquelle immediately clung to Barbie.
"You're so unruly."
Barbie grazed her teeth over Raquelle's collarbone, then proceeded to suck on soft flesh.
Raquelle clenched her jaws at the deliberate jostling and teasing as Barbie made her way towards the stairs to the second floor.
It took a great deal of willpower to not climax with all the friction and lips and teeth on her skin, but Raquelle did it.
"...And you're- ugh…such a softie."
Raquelle tightened her arms and legs around Barbie, and peppered Barbie's jaws with light kisses, eventually kissing her ear and lightly teasing it with her tongue. She buried her fingers in Barbie's hair and gently scratched at the blonde's scalp.
Raquelle felt fingernails dig into her skin.
Barbie took off into a sprint up the steps and slammed Raquelle against the bedroom door, all so she could make out with Raquelle and squeeze her boobs.
"...closet and bed...is right-ah! Behind me, damn you."
Raquelle gripped at Barbie's shoulders, failing to push away the blonde from biting and sucking all over her chest.
Fuck!
Raquelle probably won't be making that photoshoot tomorrow.
Barbie supported Raquelle up by her ass and opened the bedroom door.
The complaint at having her bedroom door slammed closed was forced down by Barbie's insistent tongue.
How Barbie managed to walk steadily all the while carrying Raquelle and making out with her was a mystery. It both annoyed and turned on Raquelle.
Raquelle found her back slammed against another door.
"Where is it?"
Barbie growled. She rolled her hips against Raquelle and Raquelle's head stopped working for a moment.
"Fourth in-inner drawer,"
Raquelle gasped out.
Barbie's one hand was occupied searching through the closet, but the other was squeezing and unsqueezing ass.
Raquelle tried to distract herself from orgasming, by playing with Barbie's hair and fiddling with Barbie's jacket.
Barbie was still fully clothed and it annoyed Raquelle somewhat.
Tsk. Even if this stupid jacket looks good on you, I still want it off.
"You could put me down, you know."
"And why would I do that?"
Barbie crouched down effortlessly. Raquelle wasn't exactly light, she was a full grown adult, but Barbie somehow made it seem like she weighed nothing. And god , was that hot…and annoying!
What excuse can Raquelle use now?
'Barbie, put me down so I can take your fucking clothes off'? She'll just laugh and tease me more.
Raquelle pretended that the thought did not just make her wetter.
Raquelle took her frustrations on Barbie's neck. She trailed her lips up and down and again whatever was exposed of Barbie's neck.
"Found it."
Barbie whispered, breathless.
Barbie might like doing it rough, but Raquelle knew she was weak to light touches. To be specific, Barbie was weak against her light touches.
That didn't mean Barbie wouldn't retaliate by kissing Raquelle's breath away.
Barbie ended the revenge makeout by throwing Raquelle on the bed. Legit, throwing.
Raquelle even bounced up a few inches into the air.
I swear- you're lucky my bed is soft as fuck and sturdy as hell-
By the time Raquelle managed to right herself on her back on the bed, Barbie was kicking off her pants and underwear.
"Hmm. Double sided. Interesting. Who gave this to you again?"
"Does it even matter? Fuck me already, Barbie. Please. "
Barbie finished with the straps and was leisurely removing her jacket while keeping eye contact with Raquelle.
The smug confidence in her eyes could've done it for Raquelle, if it wasn't for the toy sticking up between Barbie's legs promising something better.
"It's cute how you're trying so hard not to answer."
Barbie tossed her bra away, and dug through her jacket's pockets for something.
Raquelle groaned.
She couldn't take it anymore. She sat up and knelt on the bed before Barbie, but stopped short when Barbie took out a pack of condoms.
"Wha- why do you have...large condoms on you? Ken isn't-"
Raquelle's mouth snapped shut as she met sharp blue eyes.
"Because they aren't for Ken."
Barbie opened one condom and put it on the dildo without rush and with carefully controlled movements.
"I wasn't going to let anything less than large inside you, aside from my fingers and tongue, of course."
Barbie explained with eerie calmness.
She cupped Raquelle's chin and made her look up.
"The real question is how do you know Ken's size, hm?"
Barbie brushed her thumb over Raquelle's lips.
"Care to explain or are you going to change the subject again? I don't mind. I can do this all day, Raquelle."
Barbie stepped closer, and the dildo brushed against Raquelle's inner thigh making her shiver.
"It's not- It's a bro thing. I swear- Ken didn't cheat with me, and I didn't try to seduce him or anything!"
Raquelle had a hard time speaking with Barbie probing a thumb inside her mouth.
"A bro thing? You two are close, so I guess the gag gift is probably from him. He really knows what you like, with it being big and textured and all."
"Mm- Barbie!"
Barbie rocked her hips a bit, so the dildo slid between Raquelle's thighs, ghosting over Raquelle's clit.
Raquelle grasped weakly at Barbie's hand.
"Barbie, please! Fuck me already."
Raquelle whimpered the last part as Barbie rolled her hips again.
Barbie pushed Raquelle down the bed by the base of her throat and started kissing her again.
The tip of the dildo kept hitting Raquelle's clit, but that wasn't what Raquelle wanted.
"Tell me what was up with that stunt yesterday, and I'll give you what you want Raquelle."
Barbie breathed over Raquelle's mouth.
"Inside, Barbie please!"
Raquelle tried to buck her hips, but Barbie pressed down her thigh with a knee.
"You know paparazzi are always around Ken and you, so why hug him in front of the cafe and not inside?"
Barbie palmed one boob and fiddled with the nipple.
"Answer me, Raquelle."
Barbie sloppily added another hickey on Raquelle's neck then growled,
"Answer me already so I can ram inside you so hard and fast you won't get the chance to scream 'harder'!"
Raquelle dug her fingers into Barbie's back and keened,
"I wanted to bait you! I thought it would take you longer to make a move so I planned to annoy you so much you'd confront me."
Raquelle pulled Barbie closer against her. Barbie bit her on the shoulder, her hands drifted down to hold Raquelle by the hips, thumbs kneading flesh.
"So you're not interested in Ken?"
"He's- he's a good guy, but we don't match,"
Raquelle moaned.
Barbie gripped her hips so tight it felt good.
"Then who's a good match for you? Tell me, Raquelle."
Barbie made her way down Raquelle's chest, and left bite marks all over Raquelle's stomach.
"You!"
Raquelle sobbed both from frustration and overstimulation.
"Barbie, you're the only match that I want!"
"Good answer."
Barbie groaned lowly and took no time in positioning the tip at Raquelle's entrance.
She thrust inside deep without warning, and Raquelle bucked violently.
"There's two more inches to go."
Barbie hooked Raquelle's legs over her shoulders. She pulled back a bit then rammed back inside Raquelle, this time going completely inside.
The feeling of fullness and the slight sting of forced entry was delicious and Raquelle couldn't hold back her orgasm.
Barbie pounded into Raquelle just as promised. Hard. Fast. And deep.
She didn't stop nor slow, even when Raquelle's muscle walls clamped down on the dildo.
It felt like Barbie had no intentions of letting Raquelle's orgasm end.
Her entire body twitched and tingled and felt out of control. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other only grew louder and wetter, and it felt so wet down there, Raquelle almost thought she peed herself.
Almost thought. As the woman couldn't hold a coherent thought even for a quarter of a millisecond with the blonde ruthlessly hammering into her.
Raquelle only started to catch her breath and her mind when Barbie slowed down and eventually stopped. She stayed inside Raquelle and leaned over to give Raquelle a sloppy open mouthed kiss.
"No. Not enough. I'm still mad at you."
Barbie lowered Raquelle's legs from her shoulders, massaging them with her fingers.
She pulled out a little, just enough so she could flip Raquelle onto her stomach.
The sting from the change in position made Raquelle moan and whine with renewed arousal.
"On your hands and knees, Raquelle."
Barbie purred.
Raquelle struggled to obey. She still felt wobbly from her earlier orgasm, and Barbie running her hand back and forth over Raquelle's back felt frustratingly nice.
Barbie held Raquelle's ass a bit more upright.
"You could say this is an appropriate position to fuck a bitch, hm?"
Barbie gave a few tentative thrusts, and Raquelle could barely keep her arms straight.
"Barbie- urk!"
"You want it harder already?"
Barbie laughed, and oh fuck.
Pleasure shot through Raquelle's spine. Her arms failed her and all she could do was raise her ass up higher like some animal in heat. She clutched at the sheets and whined,
"Barbie!"
Barbie gradually picked up the pace and made her thrusts deeper, but still far from the intensity Raquelle knew she was capable of, and the intensity Raquelle needed.
Despite Raquelle's pleas, Barbie continued her moderate pace with such skillful ministrations Raquelle thought Barbie was going to force her to climax to a tame fucking.
Then the slap came.
Crisp and sharp and so fucking good!
Raquelle came on the first slap.
With each slap on her buttcheek, Barbie increased the speed and force of her thrusts, until Raquelle's face was buried against the bed, and she was whining and squirming, but overall still helpless against Barbie's rough handling.
Raquelle could only muffle her screams with the sheets and accept the pleasurable punishment.
"Good girl. Behave just like that."
Barbie grunted.
Barbie pushed down against Raquelle's shoulder blade. Her thrusts became wilder but harder and her grip on Raquelle's hip tightened.
"Come for me again, Raquelle!"
After two more wild thrusts and a pinch of her clit, Raquelle came with a muffled scream.
Barbie must've joined her too as the thrusts became faster but more shallow until Barbie collapsed on top of Raquelle, spent.
After catching her breath, Barbie kissed the nape of Raquelle's neck and rolled them both on their sides.
"Are you okay?"
Barbie carefully extracted herself out of Raquelle.
One arm encircled Raquelle's waist, while the other's hand was busy unfastening the harness.
"Mm."
Raquelle was still breathing hard, but she already felt sleepy.
All that effort into waking up early to exercise, and yet I'm still going to nap in the morning. Ugh!
"Does it hurt anywhere? Do you want to clean up first, eat something, or..?"
Raquelle heard the concern in Barbie's voice and she could imagine bright and gentle blue eyes.
She probably muttered something about how looks could be deceiving, but she was so tired it probably came out an unintelligible mess.
"Raquelle?"
Raquelle turned around and snuggled closer against Barbie.
"Later. Nap first."
Raquelle grumbled.
"Oh. Alright."
A light chuckle.
Raquelle felt another warm arm wrap around her.
"Sleep tight, dear."
"Mm. G'night."