Raven rubbed her eyes, wiping away her tears and inadvertently smearing her runny mascara. She approached Themis with slow, tentative steps, until she was close enough for the women to smell the alcohol on each other’s breath. They stunk of it bad enough that any kissing between them was dissuaded, even if Themis hadn’t hurled her guts out not ten minutes ago.
“Can I… touch you?” Raven asked softly.
Themis creased her lips, her teeth grinding as her jaw clenched up. The alcohol helped, and she shook her head. Raven started high, where Themis had a clear view of her hands. She brought them closer, her pace slow and thoughtful. She noticed Themis’ body tense up, goosebumps coursing her body as her hair stood up. She stood her ground though, forcing her body still no matter how much it tried to flinch.
Raven made contact with Themis’ upper shoulders feeling the taller woman startle, even though she was expecting the touch. Themis’ head snapped to the side, her eyes tightly shut. For a moment, Raven considered letting go. Themis seemed revolted by the touch. But the moment passed, and she felt the biker’s body relax.
Themis let out a deep sigh as Raven rubbed her shoulders up and down. Still, her body was stiff, but her breathing was calm and her posture placid. She tried going lower, finding her partner receptive. The more she got used to her touch, the more Themis relaxed, even when Raven’s hands slipped out of sight.
Raven found her hands, bringing their palms together and interlacing their fingers. She brought them up, staring deep in Themis’ eyes as she planted soft kisses on their backs. Her lips were warm, her breath felt hot against the biker’s skin. She let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling. Wanting more.
“You can touch me too,” the bar girl whispered. “If you want.”
“Are you sure about this?” Themis asked, a grim expression on her face. “We are… you know…”
“What, friends?” Raven grinned. “So is Artie, so is Dinah. It didn’t stop me.”
“Wait, Artie?” Themis couldn’t help herself and asked, before biting her lower lip in regret. “Actually, nevermind. I don’t want to know.”
“I am sure,” Raven said. “We’ll still be friends, nothing will change that. I wouldn’t have walked into this room if I didn’t want to do this. I want you to touch me. We don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to.”
“Alright, then.”
Themis let Raven cup the back of her hands and slowly lead them to her chest. She was far from the bustiest girl that hung around the club, but she wasn’t flat either. Her tits were nice little handfuls, lean but perky, like the rest of her body. The goth let out a soft moan as Themis squeezed them gently, testing their give. She felt her nipples harden quickly, and judging by the thinness of the top, Raven was wearing nothing underneath.
She let go of Themis’ hands as they sprung to life, when she got comfortable enough to take what she wanted. She got a little rougher, though always careful of Raven’s comfort, never going too far with her fondling. She brushed her thumbs against her nipples, sending shivers down Raven's body. Her cute little sighs sent heat up Themis’ body, as the touch turned sexual and the crotch of her jeans started straining.
“Want me to take care of you?” Raven whispered, kissing Themis’ neck.
The taller woman simply shook her head, and let the goth take her to the bed. She collapsed on it, the exhaustion of the day suddenly washing all over her. Raven got on her knees, running her hands over her legs.
“You look good like that,” Themis said.
“Like what? I feel like wet dog.”
“On your knees, serving me,” Themis grinned.
“Oh hush, you,” Raven chuckled.
She started by pulling Themis’ boots off and setting them aside, next to the bed. Then she touched the biker’s feet, gently rubbing them over her socks. She was surprisingly good at it, Themis found herself melting into the soft mattress. The slow, rhythmic ministrations sent shivers up her spine, as her body warmed up. She closed her eyes, her legs feeling like jelly. She could fall asleep like that. Then a soft pull on her pant leg brought her back to reality. She remembered what she was doing, bringing her hands to unbutton her jeans and pull the fly down. Raven pulled again, both legs this time, and Themis felt the piece of clothing slide from under her. She was left in plain panties, her half-hard cock peeking over the hem.
“Huh,” Raven noted, looking at Themis’ underwear. “Not what I expected.”
“What, you wanted g-strings and garter belts?” Themis cocked an eyebrow playfully.
“More like boy shorts and sports bras,” Raven said, fishing Themis’ cock out of her panties.
“Hey, just because I don’t wear skirts and- ahhh,” her banter was interrupted when Raven wrapped her dark lips around the tip of her cock. She sucked gently, looking up at Themis with glee. She let out a sigh as Raven took it in deeper, going all the way in one go. She felt herself grow harder in the bar girl’s mouth, her tip pushing against the back of her throat. She slowly released it as it reached its full mast, ending up at having a little more than half inside. It fit nicely in her mouth, the warmth and wetness made Themis shudder.
Raven slipped it out of her mouth, a hand taking its place jerking her off gently. She drizzled a glob of thick drool over it, adding to the lubrication and making her hand glide over the sensitive member, enjoying how the girlcock throbbed in her hand. Themis brought a hand to lift her shirt up, running her finger tips over her stomach. She wasn’t as ripped as Carmen, but if one squinted enough they could spot hard abbs traced under her skin. She could make them pop more if she sucked in her belly and flexed the muscles, but that was only reserved for when she was alone in front of a mirror. Still, by the looks of it, Raven was a fan.
“Hey,” Themis said, Raven seizing up in an instant. “I, erm… I want to…”
“Yes?”
The words did not come out easy, red burning up her cheeks. “I want to take care of you too.”
Raven let out a cute chuckle, feeling the girlcock in her hand jump as she ran a hand through her hair. She let go, letting it flop back against Themis’ exposed stomach, as she slipped out of her shoes. Themis watched her undress as she shifted positions on the bed, laying down on it fully instead of sitting at its side. Raven indeed had no underwear on, exposing herself completely though her fishnet tights. The holes were big enough for nothing to remain to the imagination.
She walked to the bed, climbing on it and laying upside down on it beside Themis. Their height difference made things hard, especially when Raven scooted closer to lean against the biker’s lap. As much as Themis wanted her mouth over that pussy, her hands would have to suffice. She ran her palms between the bar girl’s legs, helping her spread them without her falling off the narrow bed. It wasn’t comfortable exactly, but neither girl complained.
Themis caressed Raven’s legs, feeling the goosebumps under her skin. Little by little her fingers climbed upwards, running over her inner thighs. They were thin, without much to grab at, but the way she shifted as Themis touched her made up for it. She slipped two fingers through the holes in the fishnets, feeling the girl’s lower lips. They were warm, slowly expanding and spreading like the bud of a flower. Her skin was pale, especially around her crotch, but her pussy was the bright pink of an orchid. She rubbed up and down her lips, earning a low delightful moan as Raven started jerking her off again. She wanted to thrust her fingers in and stir the bar girl’s insides up, but she was still getting worked up. She’d have to be patient.
Raven sank back in Themis’ cock tongue first, massaging her base as her hot lips wrapped around the shaft, her hand moving lower but still pumping. She timed the hand with her mouth as she bobbed her head over it softly, her hair swaying from the motions. Every few pumps she paused, holding just the head and playing with the foreskin with her tongue, sucking on it gently. Every couple of dips the sucking grew harder, the grip tighter and she took Themis in a little deeper. Dip by dip she got closer to having the whole thing inside her.
Themis felt her get more wet as she sucked, slipping her fingers between her lips and rubbing up and down. Her free hand caressed the single leg folded over her chest, fondling the delicate ankle. She was hardly a feet person but the fishnets woke something up inside of her. Raven was pretty, head to literal toe and there was no point denying it. The wetness of her labia gave Themis courage, dragging her fingers up and finding her clit over the long hood. Raven bucked, missing her rhythm for a moment, her leg twitching and almost kicking Themis’ jaw. A drop of liquid trickled out of her and onto Themis’ stomach.
They pleasured each other for some time, Raven taking Themis in deeper as the biker rubbed circles around her clit faster. The bar girl’s free hand came to caress Themis’ balls, settling for some soft complementary pressure as Themis brought a thumb between Raven’s lower lips. She didn’t thrust in, simply teasing her entrance instead in lazy long strokes. She felt the quivers in her fingers, the wetness spreading and deepening as Raven got close. And Raven felt Themis’ throbs in her mouths, her balls tensing as ripples of pleasure where shot through her cock. She took it deeper, sinking into it with minimum resistance or gag reflex, until she had it all the way inside.
Themis hissed as drool was spilled out of the goth, wetting her balls and dripping down on the sheets. She felt Raven suck her stronger, her tongue never resting as she seized up. A trickle of milky white fluid leaked out of Raven as she silently came, a slight tremor on her legs and a soft hum being the only signifiers of her orgasm. If Themis wasn't busy moaning herself she’d melt at how cutely Raven came, but she was only seconds away herself.
With that kind of heat between her legs, Themis did not have much of a choice. Mere seconds before the point of no return she gathered enough presence of mind to mutter: ‘Fuck, Raven, I’m about to cum.”
As her pleasure peaked higher and higher she sat up, pushing Raven off and taking hold of her dick. The goth grinned as Themis worked herself, her eyes glued on the bar girl’s. She finally groaned and her thighs tensed, her cock spurting its milky white liquid all over Raven’s face. She was caught off guard by both the amount and the thickness, as the more Themis pulled the more her cock spilled out. By the time she was done and she fell back against the bed, the goth’s face was coated almost completely.
“Jesus, girl,” she chuckled, letting some of the seed trickle down inside her mouth.
“What? It’s been a while,” Themis sighed, lazily tugging on her cock in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“A while? Girl, it feels like glue,” Raven teased.
“I thought you liked it thick,” Themis said.
“I do, just not on my face.” Raven got up and reached for her bag, pulling a pack of wet wipes that she seriously doubted would be enough to clean up the mess. “You didn’t have to pull out, you know.”
“Oh yeah?” Themis raised an eyebrow.
“You heard me, bitch,” Raven chuckled.
“Well, shit, clean up quick, then,” Themis said, her crotch already stirring again. “I need me some more of that.”