Chapter 4

Although Betty had never intended to stay with the Lodge family for all of the Christmas break—to the best of Veronica's knowledge—the brunette was still struck by her noticeable absence from their family breakfast the next morning. Veronica figured she knew what that meant, but wanted to be absolutely sure.

"Where's the girlfriend?" Veronica asked lightly, hoping her tone expressed a tinge of polite disinterest, as she buttered the roll on her plate.

Reggie glared at her in response, but mumbled out, "We're done."

Veronica felt a flutter of some strange feeling she couldn't pinpoint knowing that Reggie was now totally out of Betty's picture. Sure, there had been a great deal of appeal in fucking her brother's all-too-perfect girlfriend, but a continuation of such a situation was still too much of a moral quandary, even for Veronica. She was not looking to carry on an affair behind anyone's back, even Reggie's. And, if she were being honest, she wouldn't have wanted Betty to go through all the guilt over it. She'd much rather prefer the blonde dripping wet with 100% pure arousal over her attraction to Veronica.

Still, the fact that Betty had dumped her idiot of a brother because of her feelings for her had Veronica feeling a mix of pride and lust. It made her feel powerful to have such a smart, beautiful girl want her and have such strong feelings for her—enough that she had broken up with a boyfriend without a guarantee of someone to take that place—even if Veronica felt she could not return the sentiment beyond the bedroom. And that power instilled in her a deep craving to dominate the blonde again and again.

"What did you do?" she taunted.

"I don't know," Reggie whined. "She said she wasn't feeling it."

Hiram finally looked up from reading the business section of the New York Times to chastise Reggie.

"Don't snivel, Reginald. It's unbecoming."

Veronica choked back a snort. "Yes, Reginald," she added in a smarmy tone. "Sniveling over a girl is so beneath us Lodges."

"Maybe if you ever got someone dumb enough to be interested in you for more than an hour, you would know that it's not exactly nice to be dumped," Reggie retorted.

"That's enough," Hermione commanded.

"You're acting like children," Hiram chastised them.

Reggie pouted, but Veronica just smiled. If only Reggie knew that his ex had been more than interested and for much longer than an hour.

"I expect you both on your best behavior for the party this evening," Hiram added, Hermione nodding in agreement.

Veronica, in an attempt to make peace, or at least appease her parents turned to Reggie. "What time are we heading over to Nicky's?"

Nick always held an after-party for the younger generation on New Year's Eve, while the adults steadily drank themselves into a stupor at the Lodge's penthouse. (They could be even more dramatic and debauched than their children, Veronica thought with a grimace.) This year, Nick was hosting the exclusive shindig out of a large suite at the St. Regis. Veronica was sure there'd be no more than 50 people there, but that included most of the upper crust of the Upper East Side. She wondered, more like hoped, if she'd see Betty there. She was sure she had been invited (being she had still been Reggie's girlfriend when the invitations went out), but if she'd show was another story. Veronica shook in anticipation. The outfit she had planned was sure to be a panty-dropper, and there was no one she wanted it to work on more than Betty.

"Like always, after the countdown here," he responded through a mouthful of waffles. Veronica rolled her eyes. It was bound to be a long day, and thoughts of a naked Betty her constant companion.

Veronica strolled out of the trusty black Mercedes with an already drunk Reggie and Nick at exactly 12:34. Her parent's New Year's party had been its usual combination of staid mixed with an avalanche of alcohol. Aside from the gossiping adults, bad-mouthing their supposed friends not more than 10 feet from each other, the most provocative thing about the affair was her attire. The long-sleeved black dress was cut high on her legs, covered in sequins, and featured a V-neck to the midway point between her breasts and belly button. She had paired it with a simply black silk choker, giving her chest even more attention. Her parents had looked like they wanted to glare at Veronica, but knew they were forced to keep the frozen smiles on their faces. It was no matter. She was sure most of the men would go home thinking of her young, svelte skin, while the women would bemoan the passage of time since they looked as good as her, if they ever had. No one would dare say a word against her. Such was how much sex appeal and classiness she oozed.

Bundling her fur coat around her, Veronica ushered Nick and Reggie into the lobby, annoyed she was once again playing den mother to these two pathetic boys. Most of the friends who had been at her parents were right behind them. They all started to make their way up to the suite, more guests sure to follow. Servers were already there offering drinks and Veronica officially relinquished hosting duties to the St. Clair boy.

She decided to camp out in one of the bedrooms, locking the door behind her. She wanted a moment of peace and quiet. After stowing her coat in the closet, she quickly retouched her make-up, adding a swipe of fresh black eyeliner and maroon lipstick. Assessing her appearance, Veronica smirked at the mirror. She had always been compared to Snow White, and she hoped tonight that Betty was in the mood for a filthy fairytale ending. Veronica still wasn't sure the blonde would be coming, but she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to stay away. The pull was too strong. Shooting herself one last look in the mirror, Veronica stood up to her full height, the four-inch black pumps helping, and walked out the door.

She was shocked to see in the few minutes she'd been absent, the suite had filled up almost to capacity. She looked over the friends and frenemies from her childhood and felt tired. Just last year, she had been the star of the party, basking in the compliments and attention from people happy to see her home from boarding school. Sighing to herself, Veronica knew she had no choice but to mingle, people already spotting her and calling out for her.

It was then she saw her. A vision in silver sparkles.

Betty was standing near the balcony next to Ethel Muggs, an unfortunate classmate of theirs who'd been blessed with incredibly rich parents but not classical good looks. She seemed to be ill at ease though, her eyes flitting around the party, unable to focus on the petite brown-haired girl chatting animatedly to her. Finally, her eyes connected with Veronica's and she blushed deeply, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Veronica looked around. Reggie was doing body shots with Nick and a few others. She noticed him trying to cozy up to Josie McCoy, the physical opposite of Betty if there ever was one. At least he wasn't paying attention. She could approach. If anyone asked, she could say she'd been accosted by Ethel, who had always been mildly obsessed with her.

At that moment, she heard the dumpy girl's voice. "Oh my God, Veronica, how are you? It's so good to see you."

"Ethel," Veronica replied, trying to keep her a voice a modicum of friendly and not betray the annoyance she really felt at having to deal with this obstacle to her desire.

"You must know Betty...I mean...yeah," Ethel rushed out, all of sudden realizing of course Veronica knew Betty, and that maybe them talking to each other was not the best idea. Veronica rolled her eyes in Betty's direction. The blonde's green eyes twinkled in return.

"Yes, I know Betty, Ethel," Veronica said in a bored tone. 'Don't be so dramatic. It's not like she and Reggie got divorced."

"Oh...uh...right," Ethel mumbled, before launching into some story about how much everyone missed Veronica.

Veronica, however, was only focused on how she would seduce Betty again tonight. The strapless flapper-style dress sat perfectly on her curves, flattering her long, gorgeous legs. Her blonde hair was set down flat, framing her pretty face, and Veronica longed to get her hands and mouth all over the girl.

Deciding to speak in codes, she turned to the blonde. "I could just die for a tall glass of white wine, couldn't you? I love the taste of it on my tongue."

Betty blushed furiously.

"It is, after all, absolutely boiling in here," she added, her eyelashes wagging suggestively. "That always makes me want to take such a long sip."

Before Betty could get a word in response, Ethel interrupted. "Really? I think the room is nicely temperature-controlled."

Veronica was about ready to strangle the girl, but then she heard Betty's soft angelic voice. "I think Veronica has a point."

"It almost definitely makes me want to get some air outside," Veronica added, newly reinvigorated. "Don't you just love bracing the elements with someone?"

Betty blushed again. "That might be a good idea," she said softly.

"Oh, we could go out on the balcony if you really wanted," Ethel suggested, but neither Veronica and Betty were paying her any attention.

"I...I think I'm getting a phone call," Betty said, her eyes flashing to Veronica's with need. "I think I'll go take it in the lobby," she added, almost fleeing from the room.

"So Veronica," Ethel continued, but Veronica cut her off.

"Would you excuse me?" she said, already headed toward the bedroom to collect her coat and get Betty between her legs.

***
Scanning the lobby as the elevator doors opened, Veronica motioned with her head for Betty to follow her outside.

Once in a dark corner, Veronica pushed Betty up against the building and kissed her, her tongue immediately finding the blonde's. She ran her hands over the length of Betty's dress, left open beneath her unbuttoned jacket, and squeezed her breasts and thighs. She removed her lips from Betty's and immediately attacked the girl's neck, happy that she could now mark her as she pleased. Finding a spot that had Betty melting into her grasp, Veronica bit down, loving the hiss Betty made in response, before soothing the smooth porcelain skin with her tongue.

"I want you," Betty informed her, panting.

"I want you, too," Veronica said, before reclaiming her lips and letting her hands get lost in the blonde's hair.

Betty felt under Veronica's coat for her ass, groping it wildly, so that the brunette had no choice but to grind into her for balance. Both girls moaned at the contact.

"I came only for you," Betty informed the other girl, as Veronica began to kiss from down her neck to her exposed collarbone and upper chest.

"I know you did, baby girl," Veronica mumbled, her head still buried in the soft skin of Betty's chest. "You only ever come for me."

Betty shuddered against her. She guided Veronica's lips back to her own, pressing them gently at first, and then with more force. To Veronica, it seemed as if she wanted to absolutely devour her, to taste every inch of her mouth. She knew the feeling.

Veronica ran her hands up Betty's leg, annoyed at the tights covering them. She was completely impatient for her desired destination. She began to pull the flapper dress up, so that Betty's ass was now flat against the building. The blonde was shivering from the cold, but her lips against Veronica's neck urged her on. Managing to reach the bare skin of Betty's stomach, Veronica sighed in relief as she succeeded in getting her hand down the front of the tights.

It was freezing outside, and both girls were shaking from the wind and cold, but Betty's pussy was warm and inviting as she slid two fingers in. The taller girl's legs trembled like jelly against her, absolutely immobile whenever Veronica was inside her. Veronica began to finger her slowly, loving as the wetness of Betty's juices spread against her digits. She closed her eyes in sweet concentration, only opening them at the sounds of Betty's hushed moans.

"Take me to bed, Ronnie, please," Betty begged.

As much as she would have loved to penetrate Betty against this wall, and hear her wail into the New York night in climax, Veronica wanted more, more, more. She wanted to fuck the girl senseless all night. She wanted to take her body every which way. Relish and savor in it. And leave both of them absolutely satisfied and destroyed.

Going back to her place was out of the question. She did not want a time limit, and who knew when Reggie would pour himself in through the door. Not to mention, her parents party could go all morning, and coming home with Betty would look incredibly suspicious. She assumed Betty's house was not an option, and, truthfully, she was not looking to run into the girl's parents in her "walk-of-shame" and go through that awkward situation. Luckily, though, they were right outside of a hotel. And if anyone could sweet-talk a probably fully-booked hotel into giving a 17-year-old a room at 2am on New Year's Eve, it was Veronica Lodge.

"Wait here," she ordered. "I'll text you with a room number."

Betty fumbled to put herself together as Veronica disappeared through the hotel's doors.

Fifteen minutes later, after some unnecessary wrangling with a moronic concierge, Betty was knocking on her door.

She pulled it open and took the girl in her arms after throwing her jacket to the floor. Betty was absolutely shivering from the cold, and Veronica decided to make it her mission now to have the blonde feeling so hot she was on fire.

"My poor baby girl," she cooed. "I'm sorry I left you out in the cold."

"I didn't mind," Betty answered her, looking at Veronica expectantly, quickly taking on the role of submissive good girl. "I would have done anything to be with you tonight."

Veronica rewarded her with a kiss, and Betty moaned, as if on cue. Veronica loved the reactions she brought out of the blonde.

"You look incredible," Betty whispered against her ear. "I felt I was dying when I saw you from across the room."

Veronica ran her hands along the top of Betty's dress, skimming her fingers along the top of the girl's breasts. She moved her hands to Betty's back, undoing the zipper to her dress.

"You look good too. But you'll look better naked."

Veronica slowly start to pull Betty's dress down until it landed in a silver heap on the floor. Betty shivered again as Veronica slowly appraised her body, clothed only in a strapless white bra and panty set.

"White again? Such a good innocent girl," she said, palming Betty's breasts in her hands. The blonde groaned against her.

They began to kiss again, lips covering lips, tongues licking tongues. Veronica's hands were everywhere. She felt the smooth skin of Betty's stomach, her back, the insides of her thighs. The blonde was shaking against her, kissing Veronica hotly, clutching her ass, trying to rub her center against something to give her relief. Veronica let her hands roam to Betty's back once again, unclasping her bra, and letting Betty's two beautiful breasts come into sight. Veronica grabbed them hungrily, massaging them with her palms. Betty was moaning steadily against her.

She directed the blonde to the desk beneath a large mirror, and pushed her back so that was bent over, ass in the air. Smirking at Betty's scandalized but turned on expression, and still fully clothed, Veronica pulled down the last article of Betty's clothing in her way.

Finding Betty's pussy from behind, she rubbed her finger gingerly against the blonde's slit. It was sopping wet. Betty tried to position her center over Veronica's finger, but the brunette held back.

"Who are you wet for, Betty?" she hissed, her teeth on Betty's earlobe. "Say it."

"For you, Ronnie," Betty groaned. "Only for you. Always for you."

At this right answer, Veronica slid her finger once again inside Betty. She pounded into her from behind, feeling the blonde grind her hips to catch more and more. She was dying to be fulfilled, Veronica thought.

"Do you like that, baby girl?" Veronica asked, adding a second finger now.

"Yes," Betty whined. "Yes, Ronnie, yes."

Veronica slowed her pace for a few minutes and then just as quickly picked it up, Betty bucking beneath her, her eyes closed as she tried to chase the high.

"Look at yourself while I fuck you," Veronica barked.

Betty opened her eyes and moaned as Veronica hit a particularly sensitive spot. She kept her eyes open now, kneading her own breasts, and searching for Veronica's eyes in the mirror, as if for validation.
To reward her, Veronica took her other hand and gave Betty's clit a little rub. Betty shook violently against her. Veronica found her clit again and began to rub it back and forth, still finger-fucking her at a steady pace.

"Ronnie, oh my God, oh fuck Ronnie," Betty muttered. "I want…"

"What do you want, baby girl?" Veronica asked, her lips once again on Betty's ears.

"More," Betty moaned, dragging out the sound of the "r."

Veronica rubbed harder, pounded harder, conscious of the fact she was literally holding the blonde up with just her hands in Betty's most sensitive places.

"Fuck Ronnie," Betty shouted, not even bothering to try to keep her voice down. The sound was like honey to Veronica's ears. "Please, please, oh God, oh God," she babbled on, before coming all over Veronica's hands.

Veronica continued fingering the girl until she was still, before letting her try to calm down against the desk. She licked her fingers clean, making a show of how delicious Betty's juices were. The blonde was still shaking, gazing adoringly up at Veronica, as she tried to steady herself.

"That was so good, baby girl, I want to make you come again," Veronica said, rubbing the girl's back soothingly.

"What about you?" Betty asked.

"Shall we try something?"

Betty nodded eagerly.

Veronica got on her knees on the bed and pulled Betty along with her. She kissed her sweetly and gently kneaded her breasts. Betty was quickly moaning again, already losing herself to the brunette. Veronica loved that this girl seemed to lose all her self-control around her.

She pulled away and asked with a playful smirk, "Do you want to maybe undress me, baby girl?"

Betty nodded shyly, and began to run over hands over Veronica's tan legs. She started to pull the sexy black dress off her carefully, gulping in awe at Veronica's half-naked body. All she had on was a deep red thong. Betty found the brunette's breasts and slowly started to stroke them. She pinched Veronica's nipples, earning a well-deserved moan, before finding her lips and kissing her again.

"Can you lie down on your back for me, Betty," Veronica instructed her.

Betty did as told, glancing up at Veronica with a mix of nervousness and excitement on her face.

"I'm going to get on top of you," Veronica explained as she pulled the thong off her, shooting Betty a smile as the blonde gaped at her perfect pussy. "And then we're going to eat each other out."

"At the same time?" Betty asked nervously.

Veronica stroked the blonde's face. "Don't worry, baby. You're gonna do just fine." She took Betty's hand and let her feel between her legs. "You feel how wet I already am?" Betty nodded earnestly in response. "So you'll be a good girl and make me proud?"

"Yes, Ronnie," Betty promised.

Veronica smiled and positioned herself over Betty, making sure the blonde had a perfect view of her ass and easy oral access to her pussy.

She slipped her tongue out and slowly licked against Betty's slid, feeling the blonde shudder beneath her. God, she was already so wet again.

"You want to try, baby girl?"

Betty took a deep breath and then Veronica felt the heaven that was Betty's bubblegum pink tongue against her pussy. She moaned softly.

"Good girl. Now, let's do it together."

Veronica began to lick up Betty's dripping wet pussy, the blonde quickly following suit. Veronica started to lick cursive letters over the blonde's center, loving the way Betty was shaking beneath her, but still trying to keep herself in position enough to work Veronica. She licked straight up and down but with enthusiasm, and Veronica felt herself start to get lost in the sensation. They worked each other with their tongues, each moaning between breaths. When Veronica stuck her tongue inside the blonde, Betty eagerly responded by wrapping her lips around Veronica's clit. She kissed it over and over, as Veronica poked her tongue in and out of Betty.

Veronica could feel herself starting to fall over the edge, and wanting to bring Betty along with her, she began sucking violently on the blonde's clit. Betty bucked up against her, nearly banging into Veronica's teeth. She gave a little giggle against the blonde's pussy, returning to sucking with wild abandon, while Betty used the back of her tongue to lick Veronica's clit. Veronica grasped onto Betty's butt, looking for an anchor as she lost herself in the sea of pleasure. She came hard, Betty along with her, both shaking, each other's sweet juices seeping into and out of them.

Veronica collapsed against Betty, running her hands over the blonde's long legs in an effort to come down. After rolling off her, she turned to face her.

"I plan to have you again and again tonight," she said, her voice seductive, but brooking no room for argument.

"I'm yours," Betty whispered in response.