Veronica, Bosom Buddies' Bra Battle

Her dress held down by her waist, in only her simple yellow bra, Betty watched Archie stagger away from the stairs. Her boyfriend was holding her mom's bra and he had a big, lovesick grin on his face. And she was okay with that. She was almost certain it was her mom's lingerie that Archie was lovesick over. He had...what was it called? A fetish? And she was okay with that.

As long as it made Little Archie want to come out and play with her. Its head had already been poking out and dribbling precum down Archie's shorts and onto his unzipped pants. (Betty blushed: Her mom had to have seen Archie's erection and his fluid! And if it weren't for her dress, her mom would have seen her own wet cooch!)

"Archie!" Betty called, letting her dress fall to the floor. "I have a bra, too. Look at mine.

Archie did, his stagger changing direction sharply in the direction of the bra still holding her boobs. His tongue was out and drooling like his penis. "Here, Archie," Betty said, holding out her arms. "Come and get a closer look!"

"Gladly...."

Suddenly the front door burst open and in stormed Veronica!?!! "My Archie sense was right!"

Betty immediately buried Archie's face into her bosom. "You don't HAVE an Archie sense! That's my power!" And she had had been ever since Veronica Lodge began stealing him away from her!! Ooh! Her best friend could be so infuriating!! It was something she enjoyed being like that!

Veronica then calmly admitted, "But I do have spies."

"How many hamburgers does it take to bribe Jughead!?!"

"Jughead isn't important. What is is you being a shameless hussy, throwing your bared wiles (except for that tacky brassier) at my Archiekins! Now, unhand that boy!! If anybody has a right to make a man of him, it is I! And I'll do it with a prenuptial agreement!"

Archie pulled his face from between Betty's tight grip against her boobs and could at last breathe! "Now, now, Ro,Ronnie, I don't like to see two friends fighting like this, can't we..."

No sooner were Archie's eyes on her, but Veronica decided to fight fire with fire! If Betty was going to let Archie see her in just her bra, she would also!

"Veronica!?!" Betty cried out, almost in shock! She knew how competitive the brunette could be, but surely she wouldn't...but she was!

Before Betty could say anything, Veronica had unbuttoned her blouse far enough that Archie could see the front of her royal purple, silk, custom-made, Milan-original bra that truly deserved to be called a brassier.

Betty could feel how happy this made Archie by his erection getting yet harder against her. Okay, if this made Archie happy...

Keeping his ear against her bosom, Archie lifted Betty up (in his "strong", male arms) and carried her closer to Ronnie and setting her down. "Wow, I never seen a bra like that, Ronnie!"

"Of course, not, nobody but Gigi has." She paused to be haughty. "Gigi is the maid whose only task is to keep my two-story clothes closet organized."

"Aren't you going to finish showing me that beautiful underwear, Poopsie Pooh?"

" "Poopsie Pooh"?" Betty sneered at the idiotic pet name.

"And does Archiekins have a pet name for you?"

Seeing that their rivalry was delaying his seeing Veronica's silk bra (and panties; she must have panties on, right?! And maybe something else that a guy doesn't normally and wholesomely see in public), Archie asked, "May I help you get down to your underwear, Ronnie?! Please?!"