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"MMMN-HMMMN!!!!" she stretched lovingly catlike on the couch until her joints gave a satisfying pop, staring up at the ceiling with a half-smile on her face. She cupped a hand behind her ear, as if trying to hear something, however, nothing. Silence… no thumping. No squealing. No panting, grunting, groaning, or declarations of 'I'm Cumming!' or 'Make me cum!'
"Aaahhhh…" she sighed again, No Veronica… it must be Saturday, Math Day. Give Raven a Break from the Madness day… She smiled to herself, relaxing again. There was a scented candle placed unlit next to her on the coffee table. Her Audiobook player of choice today, her phone, placed right next to it.
One must wonder, with the way Raven talks about her perpetual roommate, why doesn't she just… move out? Move away? Toss the cosplaying Starfire to the curb and move on with her life? Well… for one and the most important. They have been best friends for years and, honestly, Raven couldn't imagine her life WITHOUT the sex-crazed bitch in it. Raven didn't really need Veronica as much as Veronica needed her… so another reason was to keep her grounded, or from committing any potential sex crimes… and there have been a FEW close calls of cradle-robbing.
And yet another reason of course was that Veronica consistently brought in money from solving complicated math problems. Sure, she was essentially Raven's sugar momma and she paid for their apartment basically on her own, but in reality, Veronica couldn't function in proper society without Raven to guide her. But even Veronica understood that sometimes she needed to give her Bestie some space, so… she did.
Raven enjoyed the moment, about to plug into a cheesy romance audiobook that Brielle recommended, saying it was more comedy than romantic. When her stomach gurgled… she sighed. She was hungry… she didn't feel like cooking and it was Veronica's turn to go shopping, and she'd do so after her 'math nerd' orgy… So Raven imagined there wasn't much in their pantry's cupboards that she wanted to eat anyway.
She slapped the table until she caught her phone, checking her pizza contacts, before picking her favorite place holding the phone to her ear. After a second… someone picked up.
"Pizza Top. What-chu want?!" shouted the guy taking the order. He was the owner, she didn't know his name but Veronica KNEW him…
"Medium Pepperoni, stuffed crust." She replied.
"Al-ight! Where you live sweet cheeks?" and she promptly gave him the address and he didn't say anything for a moment. "Hee-hee-hee… VERONICA?" he noted knowingly, a little sleazy, and mostly had a healthy dose of schadenfreude.
"NO." she replied firmly, almost seeing his disappointment through the phone "Actual food, me. I'll pay just send it over alright?"
"Haaa… fine. EH! FRY! Pizza going out! Come on! The rest of you! Got an order!" he hung up and she sighed, she could wait for 20 to 30 some odd minutes for delivery before she really enjoyed herself. She sighed contentedly… accidentally falling asleep, but suddenly she was jarred awake by loud repeated knocks… "Haa…" she sighed, getting up.
Dressed in a tight top, showing off her mid-drift and her big goth girl tits, and tight shorts, showing off her legs, she strutted to her front door. "Who is it?"
"Pizza Top!" she recognized the voice. He was a 'regular'. She opened the door and leaned in irritation on the doorframe. Irritation for her, sexily for him.
"Hey Carl." She mumbled, of all the Pizza boys that Veronica tended to go through Carl was the one with the most notches on his 'V' card… and yes, she was starting to think that was a thing. Five more Veronica deliveries and he'd get to spend a whole hour with her alone…
Fuck she hoped she was joking.
"H-Hey! Miss Alice." He said politely, Carl was just… perpetually stuck in unhygienic mode. Pimply, greasy, a little grody, somewhat overweight… but he was a polite sweet guy. Veronica didn't really fuck assholes… sure she'd fuck anything with legs, but not jerks. At least not without a hefty sum of cash in advance first… oddly enough Veronica chose personality before she seemed to fuck anyone. "Is uh… Veronica in?" He asked, glancing around her own sexy body towards Veronica's room. He knew the way.
"No. She's out today." Raven said flatly, "Didn't your boss tell you?"
"…No, he just had us fight for the address as usual…" he mumbled dejectedly, "I uh… don't suppose."
"Carl… have I EVER offered to have sex for pizza?"
"…No…"
"Do you THINK I'll have sex for pizza?"
He eyed her big goth girl breasts, her shapely hips and wonderful legs and she knew that he'd HOPE she'd have sex for Pizza… considering the walking porn parody she lived with that was Veronica, sometimes the guys she slept with just lumped her in as a moral-less slut like her… but she was just a moral-less size queen.
…What? She knew what she liked to fuck, and she fucked it happily… Carl was just unlucky enough to let her see his cock size to many times. First time maybe: She would've been unhappily surprised, but she would've done it. Kind of a bitch move in her opinion to offer sex and then tell them no because of her own kinks… But Carl was just an average joe, not 'Raven Approved'.
"Maybe?" he said, as she raised a well-groomed eyebrow.
"…You got balls, Carl, I'll give you that." she said sternly. "…Come on in let me get cash." She added lazily. Superbabes ALWAYS had cash. Gotham dwellers in general had cash, just to give something to potential muggers and thieves so they'd leave them with their lives.
She could feel his eyes on her, she always felt their eyes on her. Veronica's playmates were more than happy to play with the beautiful Starfire, but they lusted over Raven's body. Even Veronica liked to admit often that Raven just had the better body. Veronica had confidence in herself obviously, but even she wanted nice big TITS to grope sometimes, a nice fuckable ass to bounce…
It's why Raven often found her bestie groping her in her sleep… but Veronica didn't believe in 'enhancements', for herself anyway. She loved Brielle and her plastic tits, she generally loved everyone. Raven raided their 'cookie jar' one of the many cash storages around the apartment before she counted, then just handed the tip to Carl.
"Whoa… thanks, Ms. Alice." He said looking at the fistful of bills as she claimed the pizza. "But… you know you don't have too-"
"Carl. I want food more than I want sex… just come back later.: She noted, putting her pizza on the coffee table. "Veronica would be HAPPY to give you what you want."
"Haa… alright. Fine…" he said dejectedly. She imagined the Pizza boys that often-visited V would consider it a mark of honor to even TOUCH Raven.
"Later Carl."
"Bye Ms. Alice." He replied, quietly showing himself out as Raven lovingly bit into the pizza, moaning happily as her hunger was satisfied. Actual Hunger. Not Veronica hunger…
She polished off a slice and shut the box. Lighting the candle and lying on the couch as she plugged herself in. And with a satisfied sigh and sniff of the scented candle and Pizza… she closed her eyes.
BUUUZZZ. She sighed, picking up her phone.
"Hello?"
"Alice! Are you lonely?" Veronica said sweetly as Alice sighed out abruptly-
"No."
"Poo… anyway. You texted me the shopping list right?"
"Yes."
"Okay. I'm just checking up on you, I'll stop by the market later… I love you!" she replied happily as Alice sighed.
"I love you too, now leave me alone." Alice replied frankly as Veronica giggled.
"See you soon!" And hung up.
Alice sighed again, significantly warmer in the stomach as she enjoyed her cheesy romance novel and the just as cheesy pizza. Yeah. That warm feeling was DEFINITELY the pizza…
Not her supportive and all-loving Best friend forever. Certainly.
End
Futurama joke in there... thought it was hilarious. I was a bit sleepy. Also 'V-card'... that was also hilarious I don't care who you are.