Veronica Has Her Way...With Herself

Betty's hand on Archie's hard, hot rod, she could feel it pushing back, preparing to-Again!-prematurely- "Not this time, Archie!" she said, releasing her hold and pushing him away.

"Oh, no!" she cried, concerned that her redhead was too far away from the sofa. Using her athletic strength, the girl in just a bra helped her love-starved boy fall back onto their, uh, "special place".

He landed less than elegantly; but that was Archie! That was part of his charm for her. And at the moment, the most charming part of him was Little Archie, bobbing about while twitching.

"Let me make you more comfortable, Archie!" the bottomless girl smiled as she rearranged him on the sofa until he was ready for her to mount. It didn't match up to any of the most romantic fantasies she had of this moment, but, then, her encounters with Archie seldom were. Again, the love-addled blonde told herself, that was part of her Archie's charm.

"A lady should be the one laying on her back."

"True, but we can't wait any longer, Ronnie -RONNIE!??" Betty finally looked away from Little Archie. "You're still here?!?" The brunette in her purple lingerie and nude tights was casually leaning against dad's chair. Her hand was on her hip and she had the gentle frown she used when she had an opinion. "I said you could leave," Betty told her quite firmly.

"Yes, I could. But you said I should excuse you. And I do. You have my permission to have your raw, animalistic sex with Archiekins. It will give him the basis of comparison to my graceful and sophisticated love."

"There will be no basis for comparison!" Betty glared at her.

"Spoil sport."

"Spoiled brat!"

"Always have been."

"Betty! Ro,Ro-Ahh-nnng!" Archie cried in his agony of need.

"Oh, Archie!!" Betty cried in grave concern. She could not stand to hear him in pain. "Veronica you can- Yeek!" She almost fell on him as he yanked her down onto him!

"I can?" Veronica brightened up.

"No! Not now! Not ever!! Not with MY "Archiekins"! Go...oh, ahmm..." Archie was bumping Little Archie up against her hot, wet, throbbing cooch, trying to find his way into her. She was getting light headed and her thinking was becoming more focused on one thing; everything else was receding into fuzziness. "Oh, go have your way with yourself..."

"Okay, I WILL!" The rich bitch did like having things her way. Like it!? She loved it! What better person for her to show her love to? The question was rhetorical as she knew there could be only one answer.

So, she slipped down into the chair and started shucking off her designer tights. She had an excellent view of the sofa. It would provide her with a superb basis of comparison for their different kinds of love.