Chores (F/F)

My wife actually wrote this one; I've tried to talk her into penning another story, but no luck yet.

The tub was in need of a clean and Gwen really, really didn't want to clean it.  It was one of her chores, true, but it was also kind of gross.  She decided to text her roommate, Nicole, at work and throw down a Chore Challenge.
Nicole did not take long to respond with her acceptance.  The bout would be that night.

Gwen moved the furniture in the living room out of the way and spread a few comforters on the floor.  One day, she promised herself she'd get a real mat of some kind.  She made sure to line the permiter of the comforter with pillows and cushions as well.  Finishing earlier than she anticipated, she curled up with a book on language history and waited for Nicole to get home.

After eating a light dinner (full bellies did not good wrestlers make) and changing into sports bras and panties, each girl kneeled in her corner of the comforter ring.  Nicole had a sensible bob of dark brown hair, honey eyes, sweet little b-cups and a modestly curvy butt.  She was taller than Gwen and had good reach.  What Gwen lacked in reach, she made up for in durability and a stubborn refusal to admit defeat except when coffee ice cream was on the line.  She had shoulder length chocolate hair that she like leaving wild and tangled. Her eyes were hazel and she had very large breasts.

Nicole made the first move, grabbing Gwen by the shoulders to pull her down.  Gwen let herself be pulled down only so far then pushed forward suddenly, ramming her head into Nicole's stomach.  Nicole fell back and Gwen was immediately on top of her friend.  She pinned Nicole's arms down with her knees and sat with her rear on Nicole's crotch.  Embarrassed, Nicole tried to wiggle her hands free but Gwen leaned forward, her body lying on top of her less breasty friend.  Gwen put her hands firmly on Nicole's shoulders.

"Be. Good!" She grinned.  Nicole grunted and kept trying to get free.  She stilled her movements when Gwen sat up and began to caress Nicole's breasts through her pink sports bra.  Gwen's concentration was now focused on Nicole's breasts so she was surprised when Nicole freed a hand and began shove Gwen off with some success.

Wrangling Nicole's free hand allowed the other hand to be freed and Nicole started to feel confident.  She knew if she could just reverse the situation and get Gwen on her back, she was likely to win if she could keep up her attack long enough and dangled the promise of coffee ice cream in front of Gwen's face once she was close to orgasm.

Gwen, however, was determined not to do clean the tub.  Grabbing both of Nicole's wrists with her hands, she forced them down above Nicole's head.  "So we're playing it this way, huh?" She knew she was being cocky but it was just so much fun to have Nicole helpless underneath her that she just had to gloat.  She wriggled herself down Nicole's body, keeping Nicole's wrists locked down, giving herself access to Nicole's breasts.  She grabbed hold of the sports bra material with her teeth and managed to pull it up and off her friend's breasts.  Licking gently at first, she circled each of Nicole's nipples in turn with her tongue.

Nicole strained against Gwen, bucking up with her hips in an attempt to dislodge Gwen.  She wasn't going to lose so quickly but damned if Gwen didn't have a talent for making losing fun. Gwen kept up her tantalizing attack on Nicole's nipples.  When she felt her friend start to give in, Gwen was struck with an idea to cut Nicole's resistance to zero.  Timing her move carefully, Gwen swung herself off of Nicole, keeping her friend's wrists pinned to the bed.  Gwen was now kneeling at her friend's side but before Nicole could react properly, Gwen was already maneuvering again.  Now managing to keep Nicole's wrists pinned with only one hand, Gwen quickly starting pulling Nicole onto her stomach.  Nicole had just been rolled onto her side when she started fighting again, getting both of her hands free and going straight for Gwen's breasts.  Gwen was ready, though.  She straddled Nicole's legs, fending off Nicole's hands with her own.  Once on top again, she parried Nicole's attack long enough to finish flipping her friend.  Nicole was on her stomach and could only blindly flail backwards at her friend.  Gwen pulled Nicole's shorts down, exposing a deliciously round butt.

She brought both her hands down on Nicole's rear with a slap.  Enjoying the sound, Gwen slapped each cheek in turn.  She paused every few slaps to squeeze her friend's cheeks, spreading them apart.  When her friend's bottom had reddened, Gwen decided to reward her friend with a kiss on each abused cheek.  Liking the idea of Nicole not even being able to reach her now, Gwen decided to start licking her friend's bottom.  Nicole was able to raise herself up on all fours, presumably to leverage herself into a kneeling position to go on the offensive.  She neglected to remember that more sensitive parts where now open to Gwen's tongue.

Gwen was able to keep her friend from moving by planting her mouth on Nicole's pussy and holding her hips in place.  Nicole surrendered, realizing she would have probably had to clean the tub anyway.  Nicole promised herself she would put up a much better fight next time.  After she came, she decided that maybe she'd wait to make her big comeback until the time after the next time.  Losing was just too good.