Why's a Raven like a Writing Desk?
Raven broke away from their tongue wrestle and left a trail of kisses down Grace's neck and across her chest until her mouth found her left breast. She hungrily sucked on it, swirling her tongue around the nipple and scraping her teeth lightly over the skin.
Grace moaned quietly in appreciation when she felt her nipple being clamped down on gently by her friend's teeth. She stroked Raven's long, dark hair, which was flowing loose over her shoulders, rather than tied back in the professional young woman's usual severe hair style. She really would have loved it if Raven bit down harder, but she knew that wasn't Raven's thing.
Raven flicked at Grace's nipple with her tongue, and used her hand to caress her other breast. She knew Grace enjoyed a bit of breast play, but really this was just a detour on the way to the main destination.
Her lips left Grace's breast and she kissed her way down her smooth, flat stomach, pausing for a moment to stick her tongue into her belly button before arriving at Grace's musky pussy. Grace spread her legs wider to give Raven better access, and used one hand to take Raven's place at her breast, kneading it and tweaking her nipple. Not as good as a mouth, but better than nothing.
Raven used her fingers to part Grace's shaven lips, revealing her glistening inner sanctum. She lowered her mouth to Grace's pussy and kissed it softly near the opening, making her friend shiver.
Grace's other hand moved from stroking Raven's hair to pulling Raven firmly towards her pussy. Raven buried her face in her slit, and stuck her tongue deep inside Grace's already well-lubricated tunnel. Raven hungrily consumed Grace's dripping wet pussy, delighting in its flavour. Her mouth sought out the places she knew her friend loved the most — tiny nibbles on the lips and firm sucks on the clitoris were interspersed with vigorous tongue fucking, as deep into Grace's tight passageway as Raven was able to manage.
Grace moaned in delight as the experienced Raven pleasured her. "Harder," she begged when she felt teeth tantalisingly touching her labia, and was rewarded by a soft nip from her friend that made her squeal.
Raven broke off for a moment, partly to take a breath, and partly because she knew Grace's climax would be all the better if she made her wait for it. She heard a groan of frustration from Grace's lips when the latter felt her licking and kissing her inner thighs.
"Quit playing around," Grace snapped, but Raven wasn't prepared to take orders from her. Besides which, Raven rather liked the firm, toned feel and fresh, salty taste of Grace's thighs beneath her tongue. As Raven's lips had abandoned her sweet spot, Grace lowered her own hand to her pussy. She'd barely managed to find her clit before Raven pushed it away, not allowing Grace to 'cheat'.
After a few minutes of what Grace thought of as torturous denial, Raven's mouth returned to her pussy, delivering a barrage of licks, kisses, and sucks to all of Grace's favourite spots. She felt Raven's hands under her buttocks, tilting her upwards, demanding better access to her deepest parts.
Raven plunged two fingers inside Grace, pumping them in and out of her silky passage while she sucked on her clit. Raven's fingers fucked her like a cock — but better, as they curled upwards, hunting out that sensitive spot on the front wall of her pussy. Each time Raven's fingers rubbed that spot, Grace's legs gave an involuntary quiver.
Raven used her fingers to pull Grace forwards towards her, so that Grace's pussy wall was pressed between her digits and her lips.
Grace finally felt Raven wrap her lips around her clitoris. She put her hand on the back of Raven's head, holding her there — Grace knew how that little minx could be, and she didn't want Raven pulling away when she got close to climax. It had happened before. Which is not to say she'd be prepared to force Raven to keep going, but… yeah, maybe she would.
In any case, that probably wouldn't be a problem because she could feel herself getting there. Her clit was tingling, and Raven kept rubbing that sweet spot inside her. She bit her lip and squeezed her own nipple between thumb and forefinger, feeling it sting slightly.
Grace's breath became heavier. Her chest heaved. The warmth inside her pussy seemed to ignite into sparks of pleasure that shot down her legs and up her belly and chest, merging with the tingling buzzing feeling in her breasts before spreading like flames engulfing her body. She groaned and rubbed the back of Raven's head, smooshing Raven's face into her pussy to prolong the experience.
Raven just let her. Grace had done worse in the past, but she always made up for it.
She used her fingers to push some of the juices coming out of Grace's pussy into her mouth, enjoying the taste of her friend's natural lubrication while obediently continuing to suck on Grace's firm little button.
After a couple of minutes of ecstasy, Grace could tell that it was over, and released Raven's head. Raven crawled back up the bed, so that she was face to face with her friend. Grace gave her a peck on the cheek and put her hand between Raven's legs, running her fingers along the length of Raven's moist slit, preparing to return the favour.
Raven's mouth sought Grace's, and they kissed, Raven parting her lips and sliding her tongue into Grace's mouth. Grace kissed back, knowing that Raven liked this form of intimacy, and glad to be able to please her friend, even if she felt that Raven's need to constantly kiss her seemed to somewhat stretch the friends-with-benefits thing they had going on. But Raven had given Grace exactly what she'd wanted, so Grace felt it only fair to oblige.
Grace slipped her middle finger into Raven's pussy. It slid in easily, lubricated by Raven's natural juices. She pumped the finger in and out while they kissed.
Grace broke away from the kiss when she felt Raven's fingers exploring her pussy too. "You don't have to. It's my turn to do you now," Grace said casually.
"I know I don't have to," Raven giggled playfully, "but maybe I want to."
Grace supposed this was the kind of attitude — always willing to go the extra mile — that made her such a highly valued personal assistant. If her hands weren't busy, Grace would have shrugged. "Suit yourself."
The two always pragmatic young women shifted into a position that allowed them to reach each other's pussies easily, and resumed their finger work.
Raven put her lips back to Grace's and they started to kiss again. She slid two fingers inside Grace and started rubbing.
Grace gasped sharply when she felt Raven find her most sensitive spot again, and the pair looked at each other. Raven smiled. Without a word having passed between them, it had just become a race.
Grace concentrated on quick, firm in and out motions with her finger, fucking Raven's tight pussy with it, hard and fast, the slick sound filling the room. Her palm rested on Raven's clit, rubbing against it subtly and providing extra stimulation.
Raven could feel butterflies beginning to awaken in her stomach, and although she knew it was her turn really, was determined to make Grace climax again first. She mostly kept to rubbing Grace's G-spot, or 'Grace-spot' as she sometimes jokingly called it, a technique that had always worked in the past. Her enthusiasm and ability to quickly learn on the job belied her relative lack of experience when compared to her friend.
Grace, too, was beginning to feel a fluttery warmth in her loins again. Her kisses had become less obliging and more desirous, her tongue entering Raven's mouth and dancing with her counterpart with a new-found passion. The wonderful feeling inside her was growing steadily, taking her towards the climax she knew would soon be inevitable.
Raven was the next to break away from their kiss, to gasp for oxygen. Her breaths had become heavy and irregular. She buried her head in Grace's neck, planting small kisses on her soft, white skin between gulps for air.
Grace moaned when Raven started nibbling at her ear, and started thrusting against Raven's hand, forgetting about their unspoken competition. The tension building up inside her was close to bursting point.
Raven was also close to orgasm, the finger inside her driving her crazy with bliss, thrusting in and out of her tight passageway, with each stroke bringing her nearer to her breaking point. She bit her lip to concentrate on the task at hand, rubbing her partner's 'Grace-spot' in firm circular motions.
Grace couldn't hold it back any more, and she didn't really want to. She let go, and her body shook as pleasure swept over her like a wave, rippling out from her pussy and rolling over her belly, breasts, arms, and legs, spreading to the tips of her fingers and the ends of her toes.
Raven heard Grace moan and felt her shudder, and satisfied with a job well done, finally let go of herself too, the feeling inside her bubbling over like an unchecked saucepan, and spilling all over her body. She threw her head back and tried but failed to avoid squealing in that way Grace had once rather unkindly compared to the sound of a cat's tail being trodden on.
Grace rolled onto her back, withdrawing her finger a little sooner than Raven might have liked. She wiped Raven's juices on the sheets. The two friends lay beside each other for a few minutes, regaining their breath, while Raven ran her hands affectionately over the contours of Grace's body.
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"Thanks," Grace sighed. "I really needed that. My life's been so shit lately."
"The job thing?"
Grace sat up, put her glasses on, and grabbed her phone to check for new messages, perfectly able to carry on the conversation at the same time. "Well, that was the icing on the cake."
Raven grabbed her lighter and a cigarette off the bed-side table and flicked the unreliable device, trying to get a flame. "I may know of a job coming up."
Grace stared at Raven. "I do wish you wouldn't do that."
Raven rolled her eyes and put down the cigarette and lighter. "Sorry. Anyway, I don't really know what the job involves, but my boss's niece is looking for an assistant."
"Princess Cadance?"
Raven stood up and walked, stark naked, to the small kitchenette, her tight buttocks bouncing behind her. "Yes — Cadance. If I can't smoke, can I at least have a snack?" She opened the mini fridge, bent over, exposing her delicious backside, and started hunting for something tasty to snack on.
Grace put down her phone and rubbed her chin, deep in thought. "Sure, but don't eat it in bed. You'll get crumbs everywhere. Do you think you could put in a good word for me with Celestia?"
Raven flopped back into bed, with a stack of crackers and chunks of cheese. Grace raised her eyebrow. Raven took a defiant bite of a cracker and used her fingers to sprinkle crumbs in the bed. Grace rolled her eyes. "Look," Raven snapped, "it's my fucking flat! It's my fucking bed! If I want to fucking eat in bed, I'll fucking eat in bed!"
Grace got up and started dressing. "Fine, whatever. Will you have a word with Celestia about that job though?"
"Yes, of course!" Raven huffed, still miffed about being told what she could do in her own home.
"Thanks, you're the best." Grace finished buttoning up her shirt and slipped her shoes on. She leaned over and kissed Raven on the cheek. "Meet again next week?"
Raven was hungrily munching a chunk of cheese, so merely nodded.
"Bye, then." Grace let herself out of the flat and headed back to her own house.
Raven sat in bed, chewing her cheese and eating her crackers, wondering what to tell Celestia. She and Grace had been friends for a couple of years, having met through a temp agency, but she didn't really know much about Grace's professional qualifications. She decided to sleep on it and figure out the best way to approach the subject in the morning.
She snuggled down under the covers and tried to get comfortable, but it wasn't easy with the sharp cracker crumbs poking into her delicate skin.
