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“What are you doing over here? I thought I’d find you glued to Barbie all night.”
Raquelle glanced up from where she had been staring out absentmindedly over the crowd to see Midge peering at her. She was smiling, something that Raquelle had come to find she did every chance she got.
“I haven’t seen her,” Raquelle pouted, folding her arms and leaning back. “Not once today.”
Midge clicked her tongue and took the open seat next to Raquelle, whose first instinct was to pull away and maybe shoot her a judgmental side-eye. But this was Midge, Barbie’s best friend - her actual best friend, who had held that position since childhood - and tossing death glares her way probably wasn’t smart.
“Really? Bummer. I figured you would have something planned for today.”
It was Raquelle’s turn to click her tongue, though she did so quite a bit sharper than Midge had. She chewed the skin of her cheek, fighting to keep herself in check. She had to remind herself that Midge was kind of a clueless idiot who would have no idea about what had been going on.
“I did. But Nikki knew that and I was,” She searched her mind for a term that was a bit more appropriate than fucked over, and laughed humorlessly when she found it. “Overruled.”
It was Barbie’s birthday, and Raquelle found herself in the midst of the biggest and wildest rager the cul-de-sac had maybe ever seen. Finding Barbie in this crowd was next to impossible. Raquelle swallowed down the angry bile that rose in her throat because she knew that everything had gone exactly how Nikki planned.
This was Barbie’s first birthday since they got together, and therefore it was supposed to be a special occasion, one that Raquelle had been ridiculously excited to spend with her. That excitement had been brutally squashed when Nikki and Summer swooped in and took over, kicking Raquelle to the curb and, yes, fucking her over. Or Nikki did most of the fucking over, because Summer was nearly as clueless as Midge and was much better at following than she was leading, despite her attitude. Raquelle wasn’t sure of anything that Barbie had been doing today, as she hadn’t been informed on any of it. But she hadn’t seen even a glimpse of her or heard a word from her all day, and it was likely because Nikki had purposely kept her too preoccupied. It was a shitty feeling to be excluded from the plans for her own girlfriend’s birthday, and Raquelle wished she could catch Nikki off-guard with a quick suckerpunch.
When countless people began showing up to the Dreamhouse around sunset, it became obvious that the day was supposed to end with a party. Raquelle watched from her window, clenching her teeth and rolling her eyes and manifesting that Nikki be hit by a bus, before catching sight of Ryan moseying across the cul-de-sac. Feeling a little stupid, Raquelle followed.
But that was nearly two hours ago, and she still had yet to catch sight of Barbie. The droves of people still showing up didn’t help, as the party had now spilled over into the street. Raquelle was beginning to grow suspicious - maybe Barbie wasn’t even here, maybe Nikki still had her out doing whatever.
There was one thing that kept her from seeking out Nikki and start swinging. She grabbed onto the fact that what she had in store for Barbie was only something she could give, and which would make her feel a hundred times better than some overdone party ever could.
That is… if she could even fucking find her before midnight.
“I sort of wondered why you weren’t with us earlier,” Midge said, frowning like she was trying to figure something out. “But then I thought, oh, maybe she’s setting something special up. If I had known, I would have….”
She trailed off, shrugging with a sad smile. Raquelle rolled her eyes, turning her head away before the pathos dripping off of Midge made her start crying. It would be rather immature of her to cry and sulk over something like this. It was just another day, would it really make much of a difference if she moved her plans for Barbie to tomorrow? But her bratty, little-bit-narcissistic side jumped up and screamed at her that she was too important to be relegated to second best.
“Sometimes Nikki is a cunt.”
Raquelle whipped her head back around to Midge, regarding her in slack-jawed shock. She looked at her closely, searching her face for any sign that she was drunk, because surely that was the only way a word like that would be coming out of her mouth. Midge watched her back, a small but unapologetic grin tugging at her lips. It took a minute for Raquelle to collect herself, but when she did she offered a laugh and nod.
“I mean, you said it.”
Midge gave her an affectionate nudge with her elbow. Raquelle took it in stride, even cracking a nearly imperceptible smile, privately admitting to herself that Midge was quickly growing on her. If she had to choose one person to be stuck at this party with other than Barbie, it was looking like Midge would be top choice.
A hand that definitely didn’t belong to Midge suddenly slapped down onto her shoulder, startling her and making her heart skip a beat. She flinched as a grating voice accosted her ears when Summer leaned over her shoulder from behind.
“Yo! Rock-ee!”
Raquelle did her best to suppress the heavy sigh that Summer’s presence instinctually brought out, but it managed to slip through a bit anyway. She still hated that fucking nickname Summer had dubbed her with, but if she hadn’t taken the hint about stopping by now, then she never would. From the corner of her eye, she saw Midge and had to suppress a whole different type of sigh. She was smiling again, small and bashful, and twirled a strand of auburn hair around her finger as her eyes flitted furtively across Summer’s features. Raquelle silently lifted an eyebrow when she noticed that her eyes even strayed a little further than she thought Midge capable of.
“Where have you been?” Summer continued, entirely oblivious to Raquelle’s less than friendly mood. “Why didn’t you hang out with us today?”
Raquelle’s face slackened into a dark glare, and some might say the room dropped several degrees. Her lip pulled back into a sneer, and she worked her jaw side to side as she readied herself to let Summer know precisely why she hadn’t hung out with them.
However, Midge jumped in, easily rambling about something or other and successfully drawing Summer’s attention. Her gaze jumped towards Raquelle briefly, and it wasn’t hard to see she was giving her a chance to chill out. She was grateful for it, and Midge’s spot as top choice was definitely cemented. She couldn’t really be upset with Summer. Nikki had been the one to orchestrate her exclusion, and Summer had just been a clueless accessory.
“Why aren’t you dorks drinking? It’s a party?”
Raquelle didn’t grace Summer with an answer. She thought Summer had probably done enough drinking for the three of them already, since she had the audacity to approach and everything that came out of her mouth ended in a question.
“I don’t drink much. It’s not spicy, is it?” Midge asked, cocking her head cutely.
Raquelle couldn’t help but feel that Midge was trying too hard. Or perhaps, she wasn’t trying hard enough. After all, Summer seemed to have two active brain cells and couldn’t see when someone was interested in her from a mile away. It was a miracle that she didn’t know Midge was seconds away from totally swooning.
“Uh… there’s, like, hard seltzer?” Summer shrugged.
Yeah, those brain cells were fighting hard.
Midge’s gaze made another quick pass over the girl, and Raquelle tried not to roll her eyes hard enough to hurt. She laid a hand feather-light on Summer’s forearm, who dropped her whole head rather than just her eyes to look down at it.
“Fetch me one?”
Summer snapped her head back up at Midge’s question. Raquelle noted that she seemed to be having some sort of internal battle, or her brain was short-circuiting, or she was just completely blasted and it was taking time to process words.
“Sure? I guess.”
She kept her eyes on Midge a moment longer, a small furrow appearing between her eyebrows, before she slowly stepped back and turned on her heel to amble away. As soon as she was lost in the crowd, Midge slapped a hand to her mouth as her eyes grew wide. Raquelle smiled at her expense, because it was obvious that that was the first time Midge had been so forward with her crush.
“Oh my God, Midge, okay,” She sighed, almost explosively. “That was totally painful. Are you going to make an actual move on her or are you just going to keep sneaking glances at her boobs all night?”
Midge’s wide eyes whipped towards her and she only uncovered her mouth for the few seconds it took to stutter out her next words.
“Oh, I-I haven’t been - I would never!”
Raquelle drew her head back as she raised a skeptical eyebrow, showing Midge just how unconvinced she was. A blush creeped across her freckled cheeks. Raquelle settled a hand on Midge’s forearm in the same manner she had with Summer, and lifted her voice in a mockery of hers.
“Ooh, fetch me one?” She accentuated the question by fluttering her eyelashes melodramatically.
The red in her cheeks just continued to grow darker and deeper, which Raquelle thought was actually pretty adorable. Midge spent a moment nervously smoothing her hands through her hair and casting discreet glances in the direction Summer had gone.
“Okay,” She eventually relented. “Okay, I - gosh, Raquelle, I’m real gone for her. But a doll like her? She’s not interested in me.”
Raquelle scowled distastefully. Surprisingly, she found that she didn’t like hearing Midge sell herself short. More surprisingly, she found that she had a fierce desire to prove that Summer was interested in her, though she wasn’t even sure if that was true. All the signs pointed to that being a very real possibility, but she liked Midge enough that she wasn’t comfortable giving her false hope. Raquelle looked over her shoulder towards the far corner of the living room. Earlier she had seen a group of people gathered together in a lopsided circle, spinning an empty bottle and hooting and giggling like a bunch of middle schoolers. She was pleased to find that they were still there, and the game was still going strong. She watched for several seconds, long enough to see two people shuffle closer and peck their lips together, and she knew this was going to be too good to pass up. Turning back to Midge, she hid her devious grin behind a hand.
“How about we find out?”
Midge cocked her head, clearly confused, but before she could voice that confusion, Summer reappeared and thrust an ice cold can into her face. Midge went slightly cross-eyed as she looked at it, then hesitantly took it with a very quiet thanks. Raquelle turned her full body towards Summer, bracing herself on the back of the couch with an elbow, and grabbed her attention.
“Midge was just telling me she wanted to go join that game of Spin the Bottle.”
Midge was suddenly overcome with a coughing fit, having just been taking a sip of her seltzer before Raquelle spoke. Summer followed where Raquelle pointed, frowning on the verge of a sneer. She didn’t look very fond of the idea. She looked back down to shoot Midge a dubious look.
“Really? What are you, fifteen?”
Midge looked shocked for a second, but with a quick glance towards Raquelle, her face grew determined and she twisted onto her knees to come face to face with Summer over the back of the couch.
“And what are you? Scared?” She trailed her eyes lazily down Summer’s form once before tilting her head cutely and slapping an innocent pout on her lips. “Afraid someone else will kiss me?”
Summer backed off a step, but Raquelle caught the way her breath hitched and cheeks flushed. She stared hard at Midge, apparently trying to come up with a response to that. Raquelle could imagine her brain hard at work, processing the exact meaning behind Midge’s words. She felt a shit-eating grin tugging at her lips, but she didn’t fight it.
“Uh, fine. I’ll play.” Summer said, collecting herself enough to appear nonchalant, though if she thought she was fooling anyone, she was sadly mistaken.
Without another word, she grabbed Midge by the hand and hauled her off the couch and towards the game. Before they were too far away, Midge looked over her shoulder with an ecstatic smile plastered across her face to give Raquelle a thumbs up. She simply smiled back and waggled her fingers in a wave. She hoped that they were fortunate enough to share a kiss during the game, or at least that Midge was crafty enough to make sure that happened.
She watched the two of them for awhile, not outright leering but sneaking a look their way every now and then, because she was still a gossip at heart and couldn’t resist getting in on the dirty details between Barbie’s friends. Well, her friends. They were her friends too, though some of them acted more like it than others.
Raquelle wasn’t able to see how the game unfolded, because a few minutes into it, she caught a flash of beautiful blonde hair that she would recognize anywhere. Barbie was across the room, not far from the group playing, hanging around the bottom of the grand staircase. Raquelle stood automatically, instinctually, drawn to her like a moth to flame, pulled into the undertow just as helplessly as ever.
Barbie looked… well, her brain couldn’t find many words now thanks to how struck absolutely stupid she was. She looked fucking hot as hell, the image of a born and raised Cali girl, and that was as poetic as Raquelle was able to get.
The runner’s legs that Raquelle loved so much (and was secretly jealous of) were on full display tonight, as was a decent amount of her ass, in the tiniest denim shorts Raquelle had ever seen. A hot pink string bikini top covered her chest, almost all of her sun-kissed skin in view, not that Raquelle was going to complain. Upon approaching her, the first thing she did was slip her fingers into the back pocket of those shorts and give what she found a firm squeeze. Barbie yelped in surprise, quickly flipping around with indignation written all over her face and a fist raised. Raquelle looked at it, narrowing her eyes playfully.
“Are you going to hit me?”
Barbie relaxed with a sigh before blessing her with a bright smile that Raquelle’s eyes immediately jumped to. She wanted to kiss that smile. She could kiss her now, if she really felt like it, and knowing that always filled her with joy and exhilaration. She would keep herself in check though. For now.
“You scared me,” Barbie reprimanded her gently with the lightest of smacks to her shoulder. “I thought you were some creep. Oh wait, you are.”
Raquelle tsked, not totally unoffended by that. “Shut up. I won’t give you your gift if you keep that up.”
Blue eyes lit up prettily at the mention of a gift. Barbie was far more open to gifts now than she had been before they had officially become a couple, and Raquelle was thankful for it. She loved nothing more than spoiling the hell out of this woman. Barbie tilted her head, sending a shiver through Raquelle, and peered at her through her lashes.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
Raquelle rolled her eyes hard, as she didn’t believe Barbie at all. She went to step back, but Barbie caught her by the the waist and pulled her close. They weren’t quite touching, but Raquelle could feel the heat radiating off of her skin, which made her want them to be touching - pressing as close as they possibly could, every inch of their bodies flush, her hands on Barbie in the places that only she was allowed to touch, drawing sounds from her that -
Okay. She was supposed to be keeping herself in check.
With a shake of her head, she smiled and reached up to thread a hand through Barbie’s hair. She looked at her for awhile, trailing her gaze over her face, just soaking in her features. Barbie’s expression grew softer the longer she looked, the pure love she felt for her beginning to show in the way her eyes softened and smile turned bashful. The rest of the party all but melted away, Barbie becoming the only person in the world to her, as she often did. It seemed an eternity passed by before Raquelle leaned in close to whisper.
“Happy birthday to the love of my life.”
Barbie’s response was to snatch Raquelle’s hand from her hair and bring it to her still smiling lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles that lingered. Raquelle allowed herself several solid seconds to swoon, feeling her heart flutter pathetically in her chest. She was so completely wrapped up in Barbie it wasn’t even funny.
Suddenly Barbie gave a strong tug to her captive hand, pulling her beneath the shadow of the winding staircase and into a bit of privacy. Her other hand settled at the small of her back, drawing her in close, but still only half way to that sense of closeness that Raquelle desired.
“Where have you been all day? I kept expecting to see you.”
Raquelle’s giddy mood turned sour as she was reminded of her exclusion at Nikki’s hands. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to bring the topic up right now, not with how little time was left before the day was over. She forced herself to smirk instead, and walked her fingers up the plane of Barbie’s stomach towards her chest.
“I wanted to make sure you missed me enough for tonight to be… memorable.”
She didn’t like lying to Barbie, but it was for the greater good right now. She would come clean about Nikki and her bullshit later.
Barbie’s fingers on her back tensed as she fisted the fabric of her shirt. Raquelle watched, feeling quite smug, as Barbie’s breath quickened and her pupils dilated a fraction.
“Well I definitely missed you. What do you have in mind?”
Raquelle stood on her tiptoes to press in impossibly close, her lips skimming Barbie’s own as she spoke.
“I want to steal you away.”
Barbie groaned under her breath, pulling back to cast her eyes over the crowds of people filling her house. When she looked back at Raquelle, it was with regret.
“I can’t just leave my own party.”
Raquelle settled back on her heels, making sure her annoyance was plain as day. She smoothed her palms up Barbie’s bare thighs slowly, feeling how her muscles contracted at the touch.
“No one will even know you’re gone, considering there’s like a bajillion people here. And besides, you can come back. You know, if I haven’t totally wore you out.”
Barbie groaned again, louder this time, a sure sign that she wanted to give in. Her people pleasing tendencies were probably making it hard for her to skip out on all of her guests, not that Raquelle believed she knew even half of the people here. She moved her hands higher, slipping her fingers through the front belt loops of Barbie’s shorts and tugging her hips into her own.
“Come on,” She pleaded, putting more breath behind her voice. “I want you.”
Her eyes snapped back to hers, pupils totally blown now in the way that Raquelle liked to see. She rolled her tongue along her lips in the slow way that she knew Barbie liked to see. Several fingers from the hand fisted in her shirt loosened their hold to dip under the hem instead, scratching enticingly along her back. She arched into the touch with a bit of extra flair, allowing her head to drop back.
“I’m wet for you already. I’m aching for you.”
“Fuck,” Barbie whispered, all but trembling now. “You are?”
Raquelle nodded, making sure to play it up with a needy gasp. She traced her fingers along the waistband of Barbie’s shorts, sliding in intermittently just far enough to tease.
“Yes. I want you inside of me. Hard, and fast, and deep. God, Barbie, I want to feel you so fucking deep,” She gasped again, not totally just for kicks now. Her own words were starting to make her incredibly turned on. “I want to come so hard that everyone hears me. And I want them to know it’s because of you.”
She knew that little tidbit would be hard for Barbie to refuse. The nails on her back were pressing in hard now, undoubtedly leaving marks on her skin. The next instant, Barbie had her other hand buried in her hair and was pulling her close to all but crash their lips together, kissing her more hungrily than she ever had before. Raquelle ate up every second of it, unable to stop her desperate moans from slipping through when Barbie’s tongue overtook her own. She gave as good as she got, if not better, putting up a fight, unwilling to let Barbie have all the fun. She nipped at her lip several times, each one harder than the last, until Barbie was voicing her disapproval with a low humph. Raquelle just smiled and continued to kiss her until they were forced to break apart for air.
“So?” Raquelle panted, her eyes still locked on Barbie’s kiss-swollen lips. “Can I have you to myself for awhile?”
Barbie kissed her again, quick and fleeting, before pulling back and lacing their fingers together.
“Lead the way.”
~……~
Barbie took Raquelle into her arms with the intention of kissing her the instant they were inside her bedroom. Raquelle allowed it to happen for a moment, sinking into the bliss that Barbie’s kiss provided, thrusting her tongue between her lips to get a taste of her. But when she felt Barbie’s hands snaking beneath her shirt in preparation to take it off, she gathered the strength needed to pull away, catching her by the wrists.
“Wait,” She chided playfully. “I haven’t given you your gift yet.”
“I was under the impression that this was my gift.”
Barbie broke free of her hold with one hand to reach around to cup her asscheek, giving it a much rougher squeeze than Raquelle had given her earlier. Raquelle bit her lip, tempted to forget her plans and just continue as they were, but decided against it. With a massive amount of self-discipline, she guided Barbie back towards the bed. When her legs struck the footboard, she stopped her from tumbling backwards by the grip on her waist.
“Wait there. Close your eyes.”
Barbie’s interest was plain as day on her face, and she was practically bouncing on her heels in excitement. She did as Raquelle asked, closing her eyes and standing in place, her hands fisting at her sides. Slowly, Raquelle smoothed her hands around her middle, reveling in the shiver she felt it pull from Barbie.
“No peeking.”
A smile quirked Barbie’s lips, but she kept her eyes closed, which prompted Raquelle to back away and grab something off of her bedside table. She didn’t really have a solid plan on how to present her gift, but looking at Barbie now, with her eyes closed and standing in the perfect spot, one easily formed in her mind. She sidled back up to her and pushed her backwards several inches, so that her back bumped up against the bedpost.
“What are you doing?” Barbie asked, teasing suspicion beginning to slip into her tone.
“Something fun.”
She took one of Barbie’s arms and guided it back, then did the same with the other, and despite nearly trembling with curiosity, Barbie didn’t resist. However, the second cool metal cinched around her wrist, her eyes flew open and she looked at Raquelle in shock.
“Are you… cuffing me?”
Raquelle quickly snapped the other cuff around her wrist, effectively trapping her around the bedpost, before stepping back. For a moment she thought Barbie might refuse, but once she got over her initial shock, a dark blush overtook her cheeks and the way she looked at Raquelle had her insides threatening to combust.
“I wasn’t expecting this.” She said, her voice low and unreadable.
Raquelle tried not to let her nerves show but couldn’t keep from twisting her fingers anyway.
“But you like it?”
“Hm, that depends,” She started lightly, blue eyes skimming over Raquelle. “What are you going to do with me?”
She stepped back into Barbie’s space, ignoring how her heart beat wildly in her chest and calling Confident Raquelle to the forefront of her mind. She splayed a hand low on Barbie’s stomach, just above her waistband. The way Barbie leaned into her touch helped to calm her.
“I’m not sure yet. What do you want me to do?”
Barbie began to look nervous then, breaking eye contact so her gaze could drift off to the side. Raquelle thought she couldn’t be more sexy when she was being her confident, boss babe self, but she liked it when she was a little self-conscious too. It was irresistibly cute. She waited for Barbie to tell her what she wanted, gently tapping her fingers against her skin, her eyes never leaving the adorable pink painting her cheeks.
“I want you to… touch me?”
Her words were followed with a breathless giggle that had a smug smile crossing Raquelle’s face. She pressed her palm firmer against Barbie, sliding it up towards her bikini-clad chest.
She tilted her head, leaning in close to whisper. “Here?”
She felt Barbie nod, and barely caught her mumbled affirmation. She cupped her breast and began to slowly knead it, stroking her thumb against her nipple over the fabric, coaxing it into a stiff peak. The soft noises Barbie was making against her ear had her toes curling, and she wanted to hear more.
“Is this good?”
Barbie nuzzled her face into her hair and sighed, her breath puffing against Raquelle’s skin and making goosebumps break out.
“More.” She murmured, clearly embarrassed to ask.
Typically Barbie had no problem telling her what she wanted and how she wanted it. It must have been something about being in such a vulnerable position, her hands trapped behind her back, that made her not as self-assured as she usually was. Raquelle liked seeing her act shy, but she had to ensure she was totally on board with what she was doing.
She pulled back far enough to look Barbie in the eye, pausing her ministrations and making sure she had her attention.
“Are you okay? Should we do something else?”
Barbie nodded, thrusting her head forward to peck her lips several times.
“I’m fine. I just feel a little awkward, because I’ve never done anything like this before. Have you?”
“A few times. Are they too tight? Do you want me to wear them instead?”
Raquelle was starting to panic a little bit, truth be told. What was she thinking? She should have asked Barbie first, before just slapping her into fucking handcuffs with no warning. So much for this being some spectacular birthday. She went to turn the key that she hadn’t taken out, meaning to take the cuffs off, but Barbie twisted out of her reach.
“Wait! Please,” Barbie soothed her, and she paused, waiting to see what Barbie would say. “Everything is fine, Raquelle. I’m into this, it’s fucking hot. It’ll just take me a minute to get a feel for it.”
Raquelle looked at her a moment longer, taking in the reassuring grin she wore. She placed another light kiss to her lips and nodded.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” Barbie agreed, before pushing forward as far as her bound hands would allow, chest to chest with Raquelle. “Now get back over here and touch me.”
Raquelle didn’t have to be told twice now that her worries were assuaged. She caught Barbie in a kiss, hesitant at first, leisurely molding her lips against her own. It quickly grew more heated when Barbie drew her bottom lip between hers to suck it harshly before soothing it with a swipe of her tongue. Raquelle pressed herself into Barbie, one hand holding her by the jaw and the other finding its way back to her breast, pushing the bikini out of the way now so she could feel the heat of her skin in her palm. Barbie moaned sweetly into her mouth, urging Raquelle to kiss her that much harder, that much deeper, sliding their tongues together hotly. She could feel Barbie’s shoulders jumping sporadically as she tried to move her arms, probably continuously forgetting that they were cuffed. No doubt she wanted to touch Raquelle as well, perhaps tangle her fingers in her hair or run them along her back.
Raquelle broke the kiss with a gasp, immediately moving to trail her mouth down Barbie’s jaw to her throat. Meanwhile she reached around to untie her top as quickly as possible, tossing it carelessly to the floor. She took both of her breasts in her hands then, marveling at the way Barbie’s head fell forward against her shoulder.
“Harder,” She breathed, her voice much more confident than it had been. “Please.”
Raquelle did just that, squeezing her roughly as she administered mark after mark to the expanse of her neck. Her nipples were unbelievably stiff beneath her hands, and she couldn’t resist tweaking them between her fingers. The sound that Barbie made - a loud, desperate cry that was entirely too intoxicating - had Raquelle dropping down to replace her fingers with her lips instead. She hummed against her skin, watching her chest heave with pleasure. She had no doubts that if Barbie’s hands were free, they would be buried in her hair to keep her in place.
“God, Raquelle, that feels so good. I don’t know how you always make me feel so damn good.”
Raquelle pulled back, not only to answer but to give Barbie a much needed breather. She licked her lips, making sure Barbie saw it, before smiling wickedly.
“I just know what you like. I’ve had a lot of practice.”
While she allowed Barbie time to catch her breath, she idly slid her hands along her stomach, once again teasing around her shorts. She undid the front of them so that her matching pink bottoms peeked through. She wondered how wet those bottoms had become, but didn’t dip her fingers between her thighs to test it yet. She tugged her shorts down, but paused at her mid-thigh, suddenly struck with another notion.
Barbie regarded her in a state of confusion, clearly annoyed that she had stopped. Raquelle smiled for her, cutesy and innocent.
“There’s another gift to unwrap.”
Barbie squirmed, her shoulders shifting with impatience, but she cocked her head inquisitively. Apparently she wasn’t annoyed enough to deny a gift.
“What is it?”
“Me.”
Raquelle stepped back, just beyond reach, and, with the utmost slowness, as slowly as she could possibly go, lifted the hem of her shirt. Barbie never took her eyes off of her, watching every little move she made with rapt attention and half-lidded eyes. Her chest still rose and fell erratically, her skin flush with pretty color and littered with the evidence of where Raquelle’s mouth had been. She lifted the shirt, exposing inch after inch of her stomach, to the bottom of her breasts, before letting it fall back down. Barbie drew her head back and scoffed loudly.
“Come on. Take it off.”
Raquelle shot her a wink. “I have to be careful. The contents are fragile.”
Barbie rolled her eyes, not amused with her antics. But there wasn’t much she could do besides wait. Raquelle lifted her shirt again, just as slowly, but this time she lifted it over her head before wadding it into a ball and throwing it at Barbie. She laughed as it smacked against her stomach. Blue eyes flitted across her bottom half.
“And the rest?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Raquelle harped, placing a hand on her hip.
“Of course I would. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I love looking at you.”
Raquelle felt her cheeks burn. She had trouble meeting Barbie’s eyes momentarily as she tried to fight off the butterflies that wanted to overtake her chest.
“D-don’t be sweet with me right now. I’m trying to seduce you.”
Barbie giggled but bowed her head. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Please continue.”
She did. Bending at the waist, ensuring that her cleavage was highly noticeable, she shimmied out of her pants until she was left in nothing but her matching bra and panties. Barbie’s eyes lit up at the sight, just as she had hoped they would. She hadn’t purchased this set specifically for Barbie’s birthday, but upon finding it in her drawers several days ago, she knew it would be perfect for it. The material was light and lacy and sheer, solidifying in only the places that mattered so that there was still a little left to hide. More importantly were the colors - the majority of the set was flat black, but certain spots, like the straps of the bra and around the hemline of the panties, were accented with coral pink. She saw how Barbie’s eyes were easily drawn to those accents, and an appreciative smile curled her lips.
“Oh my God. Whoa,” She whispered, her gaze jumping all over Raquelle’s form in a desperate attempt to take her all in at once. “Consider me… consider me seduced.”
Raquelle gave her several minutes to stare, even going so far as to slide her hands up her own body, over her breasts, teasing her fingers over the curve of them, and then up into her hair, allowing it to slowly drop back down over her shoulders. She saw Barbie’s throat jump when she swallowed.
“Is this all for me?” She asked, apparently too awestruck to put much volume to her words.
“Well it isn’t for Nikki.” Raquelle drawled.
Barbie rolled her eyes again, amiably this time. She made several more passes over Raquelle, even licking her lips.
“Holy shit. I really want to touch you,” She exhaled then, hard enough that her stomach muscles jumped. “I want to put my mouth on you.”
Raquelle hummed, absently twirling a strand of raven hair around her fingers as she considered. She couldn’t deny that she liked the sound of that, but she also sort of liked Barbie right where she was - enamored with her and helpless to do anything about it.
“Do you? Tell me how you would touch me.”
Barbie tilted her head, and Raquelle nearly went feral at the familiar move.
“Well, as sexy as that bra is, it’s going to have to come off.”
Without a word, Raquelle reached back and unhooked the bra, sliding the straps down her arms almost as slowly as she had slid her shirt up her torso. Barbie frowned, obviously irked that she wasn’t the one taking if off of her.
“And?” Raquelle questioned. “What else?”
She heard the metal of the handcuffs rattling against the bedpost as Barbie shifted. Raquelle noticed that she had pressed her thighs tightly together, and was pleased by the sight. She loved driving Barbie crazy. She wanted to see just how soaked she could get her without laying a hand on her.
“I’d touch your chest… take you in my hands and tease you until you couldn’t take anymore.”
As Barbie spoke, Raquelle followed her words, reaching up to touch her own breasts. She was unable to hold back her sighs as she teased herself, skimming the pads of her thumbs over her nipples several times, each pass harder than the last. Barbie watched her all the while, a dangerous smile on her lips though the bottom one was held tightly between her teeth. Raquelle had a sense of deja vu then, and she recalled that they had been in a similar situation to this before. Raquelle had touched herself at Barbie’s behest, and Barbie couldn’t touch her then either, because she had been four hundred miles away, watching her through her phone. The memory filled her with a renewed spark of arousal.
“Like this?” She asked, flinching when her voice came out breathless and strained. She hadn’t realized how worked up several minutes of teasing her own chest would get her, though she should have.
“Mm-hmm.” Barbie purred, just as breathless as she was. Her thighs were still pressed together, her legs rubbing together as her body sought out friction.
“How else would you touch me?”
Barbie groaned lowly, and the handcuffs rattled again against the bedpost, louder this time. It was obvious she was growing desperate for some form of release.
“I-I would touch you lower. I would see how ready you are, even though I already know. You’re always ready for me - damn it, this is torture, babe.”
Barbie cut herself off when Raquelle slipped her hand beneath her panties. She was right about her being wet - her pussy was all but dripping with the signs of her desire. She ignored Barbie’s complaints, too lost in the feeling of her fingers sliding through her folds. She stroked herself for awhile, an orgasm easily beginning to build within her. She moaned and gasped at her own touches, not realizing until now just how horny she really was.
“Are you really getting off right now?” Barbie called, snapping Raquelle out of her daze.
She slowed her strokes, coming back down to earth, her lips quirking up into a lazy but pleased smile.
“Yeah. Watch me.”
She backed off farther, until she reached the desk directly across from the foot of the bed. Blindly, she swiped her hand across it, knocking papers and whatever else to the floor in her haste to clear a spot for herself. She hoisted herself up and slipped her underwear down her legs, intentionally leaving them to dangle around one ankle. She heard Barbie’s sharp inhale when she leaned back and spread her legs wide, exposing all of herself for Barbie to see.
“Oh. Fuck. You’re wet.”
Raquelle pulled one hand back to admire the evidence of her arousal glistening on her fingers. Slowly, never breaking eye contact with Barbie, she brought those fingers to her mouth, dragging her tongue along them in one long swipe. She moaned at the taste of herself, then drew her fingers past her lips to suck them completely clean. She could hear Barbie whispering, cursing her and praising her simultaneously. When Raquelle finally released her fingers, they glistened with her saliva instead.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” Barbie chanted lowly, over and over. “Fuck yourself for me, baby. Let me see you go wild.”
Raquelle considered taunting her awhile longer, maybe teasing herself until she really was dripping down her thighs, but her pussy was aching for fulfillment as it was, desperate to pull something in to soothe that ache. So she dropped her hand between her legs again, fingers easily finding her clit. She circled it quickly, having no patience for any more slow pacing. She made sure to keep her eyes on Barbie during it, watching her eyes glaze over with unadulterated lust, watching her struggle against her bound hands.
“Put them inside. Tell me how wet you feel.”
She obeyed, wasting no time thrusting two fingers into herself, an instant moan dropping from her lips at the satisfaction. Barbie moaned right along with her, having found a nice rhythm herself, her thighs pressed tightly together and her hips rolling in shallow movements.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I’ve ever been this wet.”
“Then use three.” Barbie panted out.
Raquelle obeyed again, slipping a third finger into her entrance and pushing in deeply. Her head fell back and her mouth dropped open in a breathless cry. Her own ministrations felt almost as good as actually having Barbie’s hands on her, and it probably had something to do with Barbie standing just several feet away, watching her intently. She braced herself on her free hand, and lifted one leg to hook her heel on the edge of the desk, effectively opening herself up wider and allowing her fingers to press in at an even more delicious angle. She looked down, catching sight of her fingers repeatedly disappearing into herself only to reappear covered in come. She had never loved the sight of her own fluids so much until this moment. How vain.
With effort, she tore her eyes away from what was happening between her thighs and back to Barbie, who looked mad with the desire to be the one touching her. The shorts still caught around her legs restricted her from actually getting her legs as close together as she probably wanted, the fabric having bunched up so much from her movement. A sense of glee filled her when she saw that Barbie’s bottoms sported a growing stain, turning the pink material darker. She was feeling good enough to taunt Barbie a little bit more.
“God, Barbie, I love the way you fuck me. Yes!” She threw her head back, curling her fingers. “Yes, just like that.”
Barbie snorted derisively and the handcuffs rattled again. “You’re going to be in so much trouble when I get out of these.”
Raquelle laughed, but it quickly turned into another loud moan. She was close to a climax now, and each thrust of her fingers only pushed her closer. She gasped for breath, having little to spare, all of the air in her lungs going towards the uncontrollable sounds of pleasure falling from her mouth. Trusting that she wouldn’t lose her balance, she released her tight grip on the desk and brought her hand up to knead her breast, further enhancing her pleasure. She focused on Barbie again, making sure that she was watching - and of course she was, why wouldn’t she be? - and sped up her pace. Her legs twitched with her impending orgasm, and her voice broke from the exertion of each moan she uttered, but her thrusts remained strong and steady.
“Oh, f-fuck, I… I’m -”
“Keep going. Don’t you dare stop.”
Barbie’s encouragement wasn’t really needed, as she had no intention of stopping until she got off, and possibly not even then, but it was still appreciated. And very sexy.
Another couple of hard thrusts and she came, an orgasm blasting through her so powerfully she thought she might pass out. She screwed her eyes shut against it, her entire body shaking with uncontrollable pleasure, but still she fucked herself, the strokes of her fingers deep inside serving to prolong her orgasm almost indefinitely. Barbie’s name fell from her lips more than once, totally breathless the first time and then on the verge of a scream the next. It seemed like hours before she was able to relax, the tremors of the world-shattering orgasm finally subsiding, and she could open her eyes. She was immediately snapped out of her post-climax bliss, because much to her surprise, Barbie stood directly in front of her. She caught a flash of silver, the handcuffs still cinched around one of her wrists.
“How did you -”
“I can make you come harder than that.”
She wasn’t able to ask anything else, because the next instant Barbie was falling to her knees in front of her and burying her face between her legs. She didn’t have time to brace herself before she felt her tongue pressing into her, wriggling against her still-fluttering walls. Barbie coaxed moan after moan from her, touching her in all the right ways, playing her like only she knew how to. Raquelle threaded her fingers in the hair at the back of Barbie’s head, guiding her exactly where she wanted her and keeping her there with a leg around her shoulders.
“Fuck yes,” She breathed, all but spent. “I want to come hard for you.”
Barbie simply hummed against her, sending a wonderful vibration through her pussy and causing her to grow ever wetter. She watched as Barbie basically worshipped her, pressing her tongue into her hard and fast, totally relentless, with the intention of making her come just as hard and fast, but she still sensed the love behind it, and the devotion, and that Barbie did this because she wanted to see her brought to the highest levels of passion and to be the one to bring her there.
Blue eyes lifted to her face, and Raquelle nearly came undone. There was nothing quite like eye contact with Barbie while she went down on her - it was one of Raquelle’s favorite things (and one of the hottest things she had the pleasure of experiencing), serving to spike her arousal into overdrive. She loosened the tight hold in her hair to scratch her nails against her scalp gently.
“I’m close - hah - I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
Barbie shook her head as best she could, narrowing her eyes as they trailed down Raquelle - her face, then her heaving chest, and back up again. Raquelle looked at her as well, skimming her gaze down her body, though most of the view was blocked by her own legs. But she was able to see that Barbie had a hand between her own legs, thrust down the front of her bottoms. Her forearm repeatedly flexed from the movements that Raquelle was disappointed she couldn’t see. After another near breathless cry, she gathered her strength so that she could speak.
“Pretending it’s me?”
The blonde head between her thighs nodded this time, and Raquelle thought she heard her mumble a low uh-huh. God, she wished it was her, but she couldn’t reach her from this position. She was aching to put her hands on Barbie, but that would have to wait.
Or maybe it wouldn’t.
The tongue thrusting into her so deliciously suddenly pulled back, beginning to stroke through her folds instead, much too slow. The orgasm she had been fast approaching receded, though the pleasure coursing through her still felt amazing. She frowned down at Barbie, panting heavily, almost too winded to show her annoyance.
“Th-that feels really good but… shit, Barbie, I just want to come again.”
“You will. But I want to enjoy my gift a little longer.”
Barbie pushed up off of her knees, dragging her lips up Raquelle’s stomach, leaving a glittering trail of fluid behind. Raquelle, acting on instinct, tried to press her legs together and push her body towards its awaiting release, but Barbie was still between them. Suddenly, Barbie kissed her, and her own taste flooded her mouth. Despite having little breath in her lungs, she kissed her back, pushing forward to kiss her as deeply as she could. Admittedly, she just wanted more of that taste - it was way too addicting when mingled with the flavor of Barbie’s mouth. While she was distracted with Barbie’s devouring kiss, she wasn’t aware of the fingers inching up her inner thigh until they were right on her, slowly swiping through her slit and making her shudder. She jumped, breaking away from Barbie’s lips with a gasp.
“Fuck! Touch me.”
She circled her fingers around Barbie’s wrist, tugging at her insistently, trying to prompt her to speed things up. She didn’t, but she did slip a finger inside. Raquelle squirmed against her.
“More. Please?”
Barbie’s nose crinkled as she smiled devilishly. “I’d love to hear you beg.”
Raquelle wasn’t in any condition to be annoyed, so she wrapped one hand around the back of Barbie’s neck and arched herself into her, chest to chest, sliding smoothly together thanks to the thin sheen of sweat coating their skin. Barbie’s eyebrows raised in expectation.
“Will you fuck me, baby?” Raquelle whined, her voice raspy thanks to all the sounds Barbie had pulled from her. “Please? I want it so bad, please.”
Wordlessly, Barbie took Raquelle’s other hand and guided it down the front of her bikini bottoms, until her fingers were sliding through wet heat. And it was wet, just as wet as Raquelle had been hoping for. She couldn’t help but sighing just from the feel of it against her fingers.
“You have to touch me too.”
“You think I’m going to refuse?” Raquelle asked, incredulous.
Barbie’s only reply was a small bubble of laughter. The next instant her own fingers were slipping back into Raquelle’s pussy, curling in a delicious come hither motion. Together they moved their hands against one another, slowly pushing each other towards the edge. Barbie leaned over her, cheek to cheek as she panted and moaned and swore quietly into her hair, braced on one hand against the desk. Raquelle kept ahold of her by the back of her neck, fingers spasming with each pump from Barbie.
“Faster, Raquelle.”
She did as commanded immediately, relishing in the heat enveloping her fingers. She was tempted to pull her hand back and have a quick taste, but unlike Barbie, she wasn’t that cruel. She could feel her walls pulling at her with each thrust, and couldn’t resist adding a third finger to feel more of it.
“Ugh, my God,” She groaned, turning her head to press her lips to Barbie’s cheek. “You’re fucking tight, aren’t you? How much can you take?”
Barbie turned her head too, so that her words were spoken right onto Raquelle’s lips.
“Anything you want to give me.”
Raquelle let things linger for a handful of breaths, before she quietly slid a fourth finger into Barbie. She gasped sharply, her hips canting forward.
“Oh shit,” She whispered, half laughing. “Yes, baby. Now fuck me hard.”
Raquelle pulled her lip between her teeth, entirely too turned on by Barbie’s satisfaction. She pumped into her as quickly as she could, and Barbie did the same for her, and once again she felt an orgasm coming up fast. Despite how badly she wanted to continue to watch Barbie and the way her pleasure showed on her face, in the way she rolled her hips against her hand, she could barely keep her head up anymore, and allowed it to drop back in a display of her own pleasure. She spread her legs wider, moaning anew when she felt Barbie’s fingers slip into her that much deeper. Her hand dropped down from the back of her neck to dig into her shoulder, urging Barbie to keep it up.
“I’m going to come. I -”
She cut herself off as her hips jumped. With the last of her breath, she kept up a steady stream of don’t stop, don’t stop, until she tumbled over the edge headfirst into an amazing orgasm. Miraculously, she was able to keep her own fingers pumping into Barbie at a solid, steady pace, feeling her clench around her tighter with the approach of her own climax.
“R-Raquelle,” Barbie murmured against her skin, dropping heavily against her. Her strength was waning and it seemed she was having trouble holding herself up. “I… oh God, I’m -”
Raquelle sat up straighter, wrapping her arm around Barbie’s waist to support her.
“Look at me. Let me see you come.”
Barbie lifted her head to press her forehead against Raquelle’s, though her eyes were closed. She still drank in her features like she would never get another chance, repeatedly raking her eyes over her face - pink cheeks, parted lips, the dip of her eyebrows. She pumped into her again, stretching her fingers, and she felt as much as she saw Barbie finally come undone. Her name graced her lips in a pretty sigh, and Raquelle couldn’t stop herself from darting forward to kiss her, just to see if it was possible to taste the way her name sounded on her tongue. The kiss was slow, almost absurdly slow, as Barbie came down from her high. She sporadically jumped against her lips as her body was wracked with aftershocks, and Raquelle took it in stride, meeting each of those jumps with a flick of her tongue.
They continued to kiss even long after Barbie’s climax had subsided. It was sweet and soft and like a little piece of heaven on earth. It was how Raquelle always wanted to kiss her, and to be kissed by her. She wanted to take her time, getting hopelessly lost in the taste and feel and overall sensation that was Barbie’s kiss until she eventually found her way again. She wanted to feel her skin beneath her fingers, the heat of it that proved that she was real and that she was here. It was over far too soon despite having felt like it went on indefinitely, Barbie pulling back with a very satisfied sigh.
“That was… amaze. You always make me feel,” She emphasized her next words with a kiss between each one. “So. Fucking. Amazing.”
“I know I do.” Raquelle quipped, lips turning up in a cheeky, bratty smile.
Barbie smoothed her hair back, still sprawled across her front, and the sound of the handcuffs jangling brought Raquelle’s attention to them. She snatched Barbie’s wrist, peering at the metal.
“How did you manage this?”
“Oh, you left the key in them. Took me some time to realize it though.”
Raquelle pouted, embarrassed to think that she would make that mistake. Though in hindsight, she was glad that she had. The orgasm she had given herself had been great, obviously, but one from Barbie’s attention was always preferable. Still, she tsked.
“I won’t be making that mistake next time.”
Barbie perked up. “Next time? You plan to use these again?”
Raquelle frowned, as if the answer was obvious, because it was. She lifted a hand to place one finger beneath Barbie’s chin, tilting her head up as far as she could.
“Of course I do. You look totally sexy tied to my bed.”
“Do I?” She purred, pressing in close. Raquelle shivered as her bare breasts touched her own. “But how do you look tied to your bed?”
Raquelle didn’t have time to really process the question, being so distracted by Barbie’s body atop hers, and yelped in surprise when she suddenly found herself in the air. Barbie scooped her up bridal style, striding back across the room to toss her unceremoniously onto the bed. She hadn’t even stopped bouncing from the impact before Barbie was straddling her, whipping off the handcuffs still attached to her left wrist with incredible speed. Before Raquelle knew it, her arms were thrust above her head and the cuffs were cinching around her wrists instead, threaded through the slats of the headboard.
“Hm, just like I thought. Like a work of art.”
Raquelle struggled for a moment, but it seemed Barbie hadn’t been stupid and left the key in the cuffs. She stilled then, taking time to catch her breath, and considered how she must look right now. She was splayed out beneath Barbie, completely bare, arms stretched above her head and causing her back to involuntarily arch slightly. She smirked to herself, supposing she probably did look pretty fucking divine this way.
“You don’t want to go back to your party?”
Barbie smiled, tracing her fingertips feather-light down the plane of Raquelle’s stomach. She writhed beneath the ticklish touch.
“Why would I do that when I’m perfectly happy right here?”
She sat back, looking down at Raquelle with awe and adoration written on her face. Her smile turned softer.
“How did I get lucky enough to have you like this?”
Raquelle swallowed, a lump forming in her throat despite everything. Her fingers twitched with the desire to touch the woman on top of her.
“I ask myself the same thing everyday.”
Barbie leaned down to kiss her sweetly again, though it was light and chaste. She cupped her cheek, smoothing her thumb over her skin, and Raquelle leaned deeply into her hand.
“You don’t have to. You know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I love you more than anything, Raquelle.”
Raquelle didn’t answer, too worried that her voice would fail her if she tried. Instead she settled for pressing a firm kiss to the heel of Barbie’s hand. They stared at one another a little while longer, completely wrapped up in each other and not wanting it any other way. When Barbie sat back again, a mischievous grin dominated her face, one that had Raquelle feeling warm from her head to her toes.
“I think it’s funny that earlier you said I would be worn out. You’re the one looking tired, baby. No one has even come by to complain yet, so you obviously haven’t been loud enough. I want to hear you scream.”
Heat overtook Raquelle’s face at what Barbie was implying. The fingers on her stomach pressed harder, splaying out to smooth down towards the apex of her thighs. Barbie leaned in, her lips ghosting along the shell of her ear.
“Happy fucking birthday to me.”