Blonde Strips Brunette

Veronica flinched in a way that a boy, especially an inexperienced, infatuated boy like Archie, might not notice. But she saw Betty had noticed. Sizing up her competition, a bottomless(!!) blonde in a simple, cutesy pink, taffeta, mass-produced, retail-bought brassier, she said--

--nothing before Betty said, "_I'll _help her get down to her underwear, Archie!" She frowned and challenged, "You don't mind, do you, Ronnie?"

Well, "Ronnie" did mind! Not that she felt she could say she did or do anything to stop her if the brazen trollop went ahead with her attack on her better's dignity. "If you dare."

"Oh, I dare!" Then Betty said to the redhead still hugging her by the bare of her back and totally bare butt, "Archie, this is for you; if you keep on embracing me, you can watch me take Ronnie's clothes off so you can see her lingerie!" She was okay with her Archie seeing Veronica in just her lingerie, but like HECK she was going to let him enjoy stripping her rival, or have her enjoy seductively stripping for him. Archie would remain hers today and forever!

She turned around within his wonderful arms, so that his arms were leaning on her hips while his hands pressed themselves into her belly. She could feel and smell his hot, testosterone-filled breath as he looked over her shoulder at Ronnie. Before she put her hands on Veronica's outfit, she caressed the red head, reminding him, "You have a nice view of my breasts inside my bra."

"It is a nice view," he agreed.

The blonde reached out to the expensive blouse, belt and skirt the brunette currently had on. And, fuming, the brunette stood there and let her finish unbuttoning her designer blouse, unbuckling the designer belt, and unzipping the designer skirt. As mortifying as this was what really rubbed salt into her wounded super ego was seeing Archie dart his eyes between her and the blonde tart's cleavage. He was actually rubbing Betty's belly, his hands circling lower and lower towards her vagina.

And when the skirt slid down Veronica's legs, Betty had to squeal with delight as Archie's erection stabbed her in her back. "Pantyhose!" he cried. His fingers were out and rigid, forgetting to caress the girl in his arms.

"Pantyhose??" Betty studied Veronica's, trying to understand how they qualified as lingerie to her love interest. It took her a couple of beats before she thought she could understand. It wasn't the pantyhose themselves; it was the part of the pantyhose that remained unseen under a skirt, the part that no normal, wholesome boy or man saw while the woman was out in public. Even a man's wife would not let him see it outside of their home. She would probably find exceptions to this rule of normal, wholesome society if she looked on the internet for it. But things of this sort simply did not happen in Riverdale.

"Pantyhose," Archie repeated, reaching out.

Betty gently slapped it away from Veronica's pantyhose. "You may look, but not touch."