Excuses Us, Veronica, While We Make Love

Veronica smirked at Betty's reaction, certain that even the blonde, born-middle-class poor girl recognized that Archie much preferred her expensive, professionally maintained, sophisticated beauty. Her best friend knew it to her unpedigreed bones. That was why she had to stoop to the utterly low path of entrapment by exposing her vagina to the dear, simple-minded boy.

Of course, she had to tell herself SOMETHING like this to compensate for the mortification she had been experiencing while her rival had stripped her of her designer clothes, leaving her in only her designer lingerie, designer pumps and designer tights ("pantyhose" as Archie insisted on referring to them).

Regaining her dented confidence, Veronica Lodge put a hand on a hip and a hand in her hair and a smile on her face. She had been expertly trained on how to bring out each and every one of her curves to have the maximum of effect on boy (infatuation) and girl (jealousy). And there was no reason to hold back for false modesty's sake. Even without the tights, she had bikinis that showed off more of her perfection than the bra and panties she had on.

Now if only Archie could keep his eyes off of Betty's cleavage and remain on her!!

"I can't take it any more!!" Archie screamed in a lust that brought pain.

"What was that you said earlier that you couldn't get an erection immediately after losing one?" Betty smiled minx-like, reaching around herself to the erection rubbing itself against the small of her back.

"Tha,that was for one girl! It's a different story with two!"

"Or more," Betty frowned. Why she loved the guy who made a pass at any pretty girl he met, she did not know!

"Betty? Veronica?!" he pleaded.

Betty's hand took a tight grip on his penis. "Betty!"

She turned to relieve him of his - and her! - pain of sexual frustration. "You'll excuse us!" She, the winner, told Veronica over her shoulder, intending it to be a dismissive hint to leave.

"You're excused," Veronica said, not leaving.