Truth Versus The Secret of Riverdale

(Riverdale had a secret, a secret that kept the small city wholesome and relatively crime-free, a place where the rich did not have to live in a gated community. It now defied one lone Ring of Truth and its ability to change reality wholesale, an ability that reaches only as far as its wearer's voice. And if that were not a handicap enough for it, it currently had to rely on one fundamentally wholesome, good-natured girl to corrupt people and things one at a time through words that can be twisted into innuendo. )

"Panties, Archie??" Betty could not understand his reaction. She pulled out some Kleenexes and wiped the cum from her face and hands. "Tell me why you like panties so much?"

"Why?!" The erect boy holding her panties said as if the answer should be obvious. "Because a guy doesn't normally see them, of course! It makes them like forbidden fruit! It's very Adam-and-Eve biblical!"

"You don't go to church."

"Exactly! You know how very few churches there are in Riverdale. They're practically forbidden!"

This gave the pretty blonde an idea. She turned around and asked, "Will you unzip my dress, Archie?"

"Betty, I told you I can't do it so soon after cumming...." He realized his dick was out and up. This confused him. (The Secret of Riverdale is most effective when people are wearing clothes that are socially approved for a given situation. Panties are not approved in a mixed-gender situation except when sanctioned by the likes of a marriage license or modeling contract.)

"When you unzip me, you'll be able to see my bra."

The redhead zipped over to her. His palms were sweaty; he had trouble pulling the band's elastic the right way; hooks got snagged in the material and somehow jammed in eyes; the klutz bent his knees to attack his problem from a different angle; his erection lifted the hem of her dress, its tip grazing her butt--

"Archie!" Betty cried. "Here!" and she took the hem of her dress and pulled it up towards her head. Her dress had a fairly wide neckline, so it wasn't a problem getting it over her head. She did have some trouble getting the narrowest part of tailored dress past her bust. "Archie help me get this off!"

"Of course, Betty!" He immediately hurried around to her front. But instead of pulling her dress towards him, he pulled it away, out of the way of his sightline to her tits. And the pink, taffeta brassier that cupped them. Then he was not helping at all.

"Archie!?" Betty at last got the dress up away from her head. What she saw was the man of her dreams looking dreamily at her boobs. Or was it her bra?

"Uh, Archie," she said, disappointed. "So all women's lingerie affects Little Archie like this."

"It does?" Then he agreed. "It does!" And he thrust up her panties as if they were a trophy.

"Well, if seeing women's lingerie makes you happy, I'm okay with that."