A/N: Thanks to everyone for all the reviews. I've been attempting to show Betty's erotic evolution between the chapters (ie more flowery and unsure in the beginning and more confident in ch. 2), so feel free let me know if that is coming across.
Warnings/possible triggers: It got...weirder...this time, with a bit of bondage, some *potential* dubcon (although I'd like to take this moment to make it clear that both V and B are of age in this story and both are super into it).
~AL
Veronica licked some of the frosting from her fingers and gave Betty a suggestive leer. "Wanna taste?"
She held the cupcake – decorated with blue and yellow frosting for the cheerleader's annual fundraiser – up to Betty's mouth.
Betty shifted away uncomfortably. "No thanks. I actually have to go."
Veronica watched her leave with a smirk. It's not like their friends could see the hand she'd had on Betty's bare thigh. Nor could they have known that those hands often ventured elsewhere. It's not like any of them knew what the girls had been doing the past month.
Kevin's shrewd eyes followed Betty's retreat. "What is her problem?"
Veronica shrugged. "Maybe she's watching her weight."
Jughead rolled his eyes. "Has she looked in a mirror?"
Veronica felt a flash of jealousy, but managed to give him a benevolent look. "I agree Juggy, she's gorgeous. Goals, even. She's really going to have to get over her small-town bashfulness." And Veronica might just be the person to do it.
She unwrapped her cupcake.
Veronica leaned against the locker next to Betty's and tilted her head. "My place tonight? Mom still thinks we haven't finished that physics project yet. You want to have a sleepover?"
Betty looked around, but there wasn't anybody around in the locker room who could see the flirtatious way Veronica toyed with her hair because they were both way late for practice. "I can't tonight, V. I'm helping Archie write a paper. For a songwriter, English is not his strong suit." She laughed.
"Seriously?" Veronica rolled her eyes and pushed off from the lockers before clicking away on her heels.
"Hey!" Betty called out. "What's wrong?"
Veronica frowned. "You were helping Archie with an 'art project' the day before."
Betty raised her eyebrows. "Don't be ridiculous. Like us, Archie is also taking six classes. And he's trying to help his father, play football, and make music."
"Oh, he's so perfect then," Veronica said with scorn. "He does everything. Oh, except fucking you."
Betty could have slapped her. "What is wrong with you? You like him, too." Betty threw her hands out. "Or, you used to."
Veronica gave her a severe look. "That was before!"
"Before what? Before you decided our friendship could just casually include sex?"
"No, look –" Veronica ran a hand through her hair. "I just don't like it when you act like Archie is still the reason your world rotates."
"You want me to just stop being his friend?" Betty asked.
"Preferably, outside of school, yes." Veronica said in a businesslike tone.
"That's controlling," Betty argued.
Veronica's mouth dropped open. "It's the right thing to do!"
Betty narrowed her eyes. "I mean, it's not like I'm cheating. Archie and I aren't doing anything. And even if we were, you don't want a public relationship."
"I want to trust you, Betty. But you've known him so much longer than you've known me. Couldn't you just…stop seeing him so much?" Veronica pleaded.
"This fight isn't about trust, it isn't even about you and me. You're just jealous. And what's worse?" Betty shot daggers at Veronica. "I don't know if you're more jealous of me or him. How sick is that?"
Some of the fight left Veronica's shoulders and she pointedly ignored the implication. "But you still love him, don't you?"
Betty wiped under her eyes. "A part of me will always love Archie. You know that."
Veronica was horrified. "Does this really mean so little to you? Something to distract yourself until Archie magically realizes he's feeling the chemistry between you – which doesn't exist, by the way."
"Are you seriously going there again? I don't even know what this," Betty gestured between them, "is."
"You're my friend," Veronica said simply.
Betty turned the full force of her wide-eyed stare on Veronica. "Just friends?"
"No, of course not. We're…more." Veronica struggled for words.
A few tears fell down Betty's face as she shook her head. "If you want loyalty, you could try commitment. And maybe being less of a bitch."
Veronica could tell she was about to leave, so she grabbed her by the arms. "All I know is I want to touch away all the times you thought about him."
"Great. More meaningless sex. That solves everything." Betty tried to pull away.
Veronica held tight. "It is not meaningless! That's what I - I deserve better than this."
"Excuse me?" Betty asked with disbelief.
She stared at Betty. "You want commitment from me? How about trying a little of your own? I deserve someone who isn't longing after someone else. I need someone who's okay with staying away from the one person who could damage our relationship."
Betty didn't back down. "I deserve clarity. Because I don't know whether we even have a relationship. Say what you want about me and Archie, but at least I know where I stand with him."
Veronica had a dangerous look on her face. "I can give you clarity." She leaned in.
Betty turned away from Veronica's mouth, but a hand on her chin pulled her back into place. Veronica's other went just below Betty's hip. She was wearing some ridiculous skort to practice in. Veronica violently tugged at one side of it when she reached the hem. She used her leg between Betty's for leverage as she tried to pull it off. Veronica ran her fingers quickly across Betty's single exposed hip and loved the way it dipped right into her center.
Although Betty resisted weakly at first, she eventually gave in. It wasn't the first time one of their arguments had led to something more enjoyable. Her hands went to Veronica's hair and stroked the strands as her body undulated towards Veronica's invading leg.
No longer needing to hold Betty's face in place, Veronica's other hand moved to Betty's other side to pull her bottoms low enough to expose Betty's panties.
Veronica fed Betty her tongue as her fingers roughly moved the thin white cotton of her underwear aside and slid against Betty's slickness.
Betty sucked her tongue, but pulled away. "What if someone comes in?"
"Thought you wanted to go public?" Veronica said sardonically as she pushed Betty until the other girl was sitting on the bench. It was easy to pull the skort the rest of the way off. "I love your thighs." Veronica kneeled, but Betty clamped her legs.
"Seriously, Veronica. They could come in."
Veronica stood and crossed her arms. "Unlikely. They already started practice. But anyway, you owe me."
Betty looked at her in disbelief, but Veronica's expression was stony. "Fine," she gulped. "Let's just get this over with." She slowly opened her legs.
"Words you will never say to me again." Veronica warned, ignoring Betty's splayed thighs. "Now get on your stomach."
"What?"
"You heard me. Stomach. On the bench. Now." Her face was unforgiving, cold almost.
Mutely, Betty did as she was told.
"That's right, straddle it." Veronica moved Betty's legs on either side of the bench. She squeezed Betty's ass while she was at it.
She turned around and went to her locker. Betty tried to raise her head and see what the other girl was getting, but veronica lifted a heeled foot to Betty's back to hold her in place. "Stay put."
Veronica put something on the bench out of Betty's eyesight and turned back toward her. She ran her hands under the girl's shirt, unhooked her bra and expertly slipped it off.
Veronica could tell Betty wanted to argue, and there was a disobedient set to her arms and legs as she tried to move her – but soon Betty wouldn't have a choice. She moved Betty's arms behind her back and swiftly wrapped the bra around the other girl's wrists and tied it tight.
"I'll lose balance!" Betty cried once she realized what Veronica had done as she shifted dangerously on the thin locker room bench.
"Better hold on tight with your legs," Veronica warned. She straddled Betty's lower back and Betty was startled to feel hot flesh against the fingers of her bound hands.
Veronica sighed in pleasure at the first contact, but then began riding Betty's restrained hands.
At that angle, Betty was unable to move her hands or fingers very effectively, but Veronica seemed to enjoy it just the same. "Veronica? I could do this better if you untied me."
She grabbed Betty's ponytail. "Shut up. It's my turn. Ah, ah, oh god!" Veronica cried out as one of Betty's protruding fingers slipped into her unintentionally. "Yes!" she slid on top of Betty's prone hands over and over, enjoying the rough, uncontrolled play at her pussy.
She pulled Betty into an arch by her hair with one hand and used the other to pull down Betty's V-neck so the other girl's breasts were exposed. The shirt got trapped beneath the underswell of the blonde's breasts so Veronica could easily squeeze her tits, pinch her nipples and scrap her nails against the sensitive nubs once they'd hardened.
With Betty's new arched position it was truly like Veronica had mounted and was riding Betty's back, her soft palms and fingers providing all the sensation Veronica needed. She held the other girl lose in an embrace from behind as her grinding became more sporadic.
"Fuck," she moaned into Betty's neck as the other girl gave an attempt to wiggle her hands against the other girl's cunt.
Veronica came and pressed her forehead into Betty's back. Veronica took a few slow, deep breaths before raising herself from Betty. She used the back of the other girl's white v-neck to wipe at her own slickness before moving away completely.
Betty went back to resting flat on her stomach, exhausted despite not having been stimulated.
"Can you untie me now?" she breathed.
"No," Veronica said. She sat down behind Betty's ass and Betty felt her panties being shifted once more. Then, a vibrating noise.
Betty started to struggle against her makeshift bonds. "What are you doing?"
"Putting a vibrator up your pussy." Veronica looked at the blue shaking thing. It was small, but powerful. Plus, school pride. "The package said it was discrete, but I don't know. This sounds kinda loud. Hopefully the other girls won't hear it over the music."
"But we're in the locker room." Betty said.
Veronica smiled. "Oh, you're going to practice."
Betty tried to free her arms. "You can't leave that in me for the rest of practice! I'll take it out."
Veronica shoved it in mercilessly and ignored it when Betty gasped. She met almost no resistance beyond the initial push. She proceeded to pull Betty's modest underwear tightly until they become nothing more than constricting strips of fabric. She then tied a knot in them so tight the elastic dug into Betty's skin.
"Get that out! What are you doing?!" It was only about the length of Veronica's pinky and maybe twice as wide, but the vibration was unbearable.
Veronica untied Betty's bra and the other girl stood rapidly. She tugged at the panties, but they were tied too highly around her waist – she couldn't pull them past her hips.
"I'll take them off after practice." Veronica promised. She threw the girl her bra. Her tits had been out and bouncing and it was adorable, but they couldn't be too late.
"After–!" Betty shrieked.
"Put on your clothes. It's time to go show some spirit."
"Veronica!" Betty called out, but her friend had already redressed and headed for the gym.
Practice was horrible for Betty. Awful. Not only the constant vibration, but also the terror that her teammates would hear the persistent hum coming from between her legs. Every time they stopped the music they used for practice her heart stopped.
It was torture when she moved. Her pussy trembled as it clenched and unclenched in an effort to hold the small vibrator inside her – not that she could find release by pushing it out anyway. Her constricting underwear made sure of that.
And if she thought it was bad when she moved, it was a hundred times worse when she kicked or tried to do the splits.
At one point, when Veronica was supposed to be her anchor as she was hoisted to the top of the mini-pyramid, one of the ones off to the side, Veronica lost her grip and Betty came tumbling down on top of her. Betty was sure the brunette had orchestrated the moment to slam the palm of her hand into Betty's shaking mound. That, coupled with the harsh jolt of the fall, had Betty coming quickly.
But pleasure was a short spike dying quickly. There was no relief as the vibrator continued to buzz away. Betty felt a few tears fall as the pulses continued on against flesh already teased to completion.
Cheryl sneered at her. "That wasn't even a hard fall."
Veronica helped lift her to her feet. "C'mon, Betty. Only 20 more minutes of practice. You can do it."
Only Betty noticed the mocking twist of Veronica's expressive eyebrows as she encouraged her on.
Cheryl threw another cruel look at Betty. "It wasn't bad enough you two came so late, but Mondays are the shortest practice of the week. Pathetic. Maybe you aren't Vixen material."
Betty clamped her jaw and shifted her weight a little. "I'm fine."
And she did make it through. But she thought she was going to collapse. Veronica led her to the car she'd borrowed from her butler. Neither of the girls stopped to change. Betty leaned on Veronica heavily as she limped along, each step truly torture.
Veronica unlocked the doors and Betty crawled into the backseat and weakly laid on her stomach across the leather. "Get this thing out of me. Please," she begged.
Veronica pulled the other girls' bottoms down, but found the underwear far harder to remove than she thought they'd be. "They're stuck," she finally admitted, the first pangs of guilt coming to her. There were deep red dents in Betty's skin where the underwear continued to cut off her circulation. "We might have to wait till we get to your house." Veronica had to admit the thought of driving around with Betty half naked in her backseat was somewhat compelling.
"I have scissors in my bag." Betty motioned to a pink backpack.
"Of course you do," Ronnie muttered as she rummaged around. The girl had a Nancy Drew-level of over-preparedness.
She found the scissors neatly placed in the smaller organizer section of the bag. Putting the cool metal to Betty's skin, Veronica removed the underwear with a few careful snips. She tossed the ruined white scrap of fabric into the front seat, hoping she remembered to grab them later. They would be a little embarrassing to explain.
"Without any further ado…" Veronica slid the vibrator out of Betty. She swore it seemed less powerful than it had, the batteries doing their best to work overtime.
Betty finally relaxed against the seat. "Thank god." She made a move as if she were about to sit upright.
But then Veronica placed a hand on Betty's back to hold her in place.
"What now?" The other girl groaned.
Veronica leaned over Betty, now mostly in the car herself. "Giving you your reward." She captured Betty's ear in a rough suck, using her teeth to pull at the little pearl stud she found on Betty's earlobe. Her hand dipped to Betty's soaked pussy and slipped all around. She could feel the blonde's pulse still thrumming throughout her engorged flesh.
"I can't, not even…it's too much..." Even as Betty cried the words, her legs spread a little further.
"Ssh, this is the best part," Veronica assured her. Then two fingers slid into Betty with little warning. It would have been easy going if Betty had not been clenching so tightly. As it was, Veronica had use more force than necessary and Betty could feel her inner walls being scraped in a rough yet satisfying way. That blue vibrator had nothing on the sensation of Veronica's fingers inside her.
Veronica quickened, but did not rush. She kept plunging her fingers into the tired blonde beneath her. Her other hand steadily massaged her clit. Betty lost her breath. Her clit had been sadly neglected during practice. It was one of the reasons Veronica's sly slap to her swollen center had driven Betty so crazy. Her touch was doing much the same, just then, as Betty hung nearly half out the car.
"What if someone sees?" Betty asked for the second time. She'd wholly given up to the treatment now; restraints were not necessary. Her sweaty forehead felt good against the cool seats and flyaway hairs from her usually immaculate ponytail were everywhere.
She lifted her hips a little as Veronica gave a particularly pleasurable twist to her thrust.
Betty didn't know what Veronica could possibly be getting gout of this. She lay on top of Betty's back as she pinned her down and fondled her. Only Betty was exposed to the world, her bottoms still trapped around her ankles and athletic shoes.
"Better hope that you took so long getting to the car that everyone else is gone."
Betty could hear the grin in Veronica's voice. She whimpered.
"Or that they're all still changing," Veronica teased.
"Veronica, please." Betty's voice caught.
"What is it?" Veronica's lips brushed against Betty's neck.
But Betty could not find the right way to say what she needed. Veronica's fingers continued their relentless push in to her again and again, until the jerk of her fingers finally tipped something over in Betty.
She moaned and gripped the seat tightly as Veronica held her still. Unlike the toy Veronica knew just how to draw the orgasm out. To tease her. To make it last and last with probing caresses until Betty found her eyes tearing up again.
Eventually, Veronica released her. She licked her fingers clean like she liked Betty's taste better than the frosting she'd had earlier. She moved to the driver's side door.
Betty was left to turn over and pull her own bottoms up, sans underwear, but that was all she could do. She stayed in the backseat as Veronica dropped her off at her house.
Betty slowly got out and trudged up her front steps, her core aching with a numb pleasure. She glanced back at Veronica only to find the other girl wasn't looking at her. She was reapplying some lip gloss in the car visor's mirror before she pulled away.