A/N: Sorry for the delay. But at least it's the one year anniversary of this story! Happy Valentine's Day - or, shall I say, Betty & Veronica Day?!
Warning: F/F Anal. It was almost too much for me and I wrote the gosh darn thing, so just...know what you're comfortable with before reading. I almost think I wrote the entire 10,000+ word story just to make that ch. 3 title pun.
If that's not your thing, feel free to skip to the non-explicit Epilogue, which I will be uploading shortly.
Love, AL
Just then the brunette threw her arm around Betty's shoulders. "Did you hear? Practice was canceled. Want a ride home?"
Betty knew. 'Odor issues' in the gym. Probably just Reggie and his gang of misfits hiding stink bombs or rotten fish guts or something. She had hoped it would mean she wouldn't have to face Veronica today. "I'm walking." She shrugged the arm off.
Veronica stayed close to her side. "I'll walk with you. Smithers can always drop me off later to get the car."
"I'm fine." Betty walked past her without looking at her.
Veronica backpedaled until she was in front of the blonde. "Betty, c'mon." She stroked her cheek. "Don't pout." She puckered her bottom lip in imitation.
"This wasn't a good idea."
Veronica rolled her eyes. "You can't still be mad. I made it up to you. Repeatedly."
Betty tried to walk past Veronica, but she stopped her with a hand. Betty allowed herself to turn. "You don't get it. I'm done." In her anger, she felt her eyes fill instantly. It made her angrier.
Veronica became a little more serious and more than a little frustrated. "What is really going on?"
"You think you can just pull some Christian Grey shit and I'd be okay with it?"
"You seemed okay with it when I was making you come."
"What am I to you? What is this?"
"I'm tired of this argument, Betty. I told you this already. I'll hold your hand, take you to prom, french you in French class. I'm here for this, for us."
"You aren't acting like it."
"How?!" Veronica gave a dark laugh.
"You act like you're so much better than me. More sophisticated, better clothes, a car. And you never let a moment pass by without rubbing it in my face whether we're at pops, at practice, or in bed. And I hate it."
"No." Veronica shut her down.
"No?" Betty asked.
"No," Veronica said simply. "You like my class. You like my style. You like me."
"Not very much at the moment, actually," Betty argued.
"This is about the sex, isn't it?"
"This is about the dynamics of our relationship."
The brunette held up her hands in understanding. "You want to be on top more. I get it."
"Veronica, I'm serious about this."
Veronica smiled in earnest. "So am I. You like me? You can have me."
"What?"
"Any way you want me. Maybe I need a spanking for being such an uppity bitch. Maybe you want to give me a taste of my own medicine, tie me down and torture me."
"Veronica, that isn't what this is about."
"Sure it is, Betty. And I'm fine with that. I like strong women."
"You're doing it again. You're just assuming you know better than me–"
"Your parents are still taking Polly out to that weekend parenting seminar for single mothers, right?"
"Yes."
"Great!" Veronica beamed. "I'll see you at ten. I'll make sure to wear something appropriately weak and feminine. You have the pants on, Betty Cooper. I look forward to it." She winked and bounced away.
"Veronica! That's not–!"
Betty walked the rest of the way incredibly irked. Veronica had refused to grasp her point. What a ridiculous assumption! The sex! Betty had been on top before and besides, when did Veronica ever wear something that wasn't completely girly? This wasn't about BDSM and Betty, it was about respect.
But maybe Veronica would only understand if Betty got on her level. Maybe she did need to teach the 'uppity bitch' a lesson.
Am I really going to drag myself down to her behavior? Betty asked herself.
When Betty got home, her mom still hadn't left. She saw Betty and rushed to her. "Are you sure you're going to be okay for the weekend?"
"Yes, for the final time, Veronica will be staying with me and the doors will be locked and I will do nothing but watch TV."
"No boys?"
"No boys," Betty promised.
"No parties?"
"Just a party for two," she quipped.
"Alright," Alice sighed. "But don't get any ideas. I asked the neighbors to keep an eye out."
Betty rolled her eyes. "Ooh! Don't forget to give Polly the present when you pick her up!" She handed her mom a wrapped parcel.
Alice nodded and took the gift. "Right. Here are the keys to my car, we'll be taking your dad's. Use it wisely, Betty. I love you, honey."
Betty nodded dutifully. "I love you, too."
Her mom and dad hugged her before piling in the car and pulling away.
Betty looked at the key in her hand. Yes, she decided. She would lower herself to Veronica's level. But first she'd need supplies.
Veronica pulled up just as Betty had finished hiding her newest haul. She bounced up the steps and met her girlfriend with a quick kiss once the door was closed behind her. She then swept into Betty's home like she owned the place.
Betty rolled her eyes and locked the door. As soon as she turned to face Veronica, the brunette threw off the trench coat she'd been wearing. Betty's jaw temporary lost the ability to close.
Veronica was in lingerie, a black number that was all straps crisscrossing over her abdomen, decollage and thighs. She gazed at Betty daringly, her eye makeup a little smokier and her lips a little redder than usual.
Betty hid behind a small, unaffected smile while she desperately tried to collect her thoughts. She hadn't imagined hopping into bed with veronica right away, but now it was starting to look like a good idea. "Eager, huh?" She finally said.
Veronica smiled. She knew her effect. "It's been ages since we've been alone together. In a house. With a bed. And I've been denied far too long."
Veronica took the steps that closed their distance and kissed Betty's neck as her fingers started to lift the hem of the fuzzy pink sweater she was wearing.
Betty grabbed her hands and backed away. "I was actually thinking we'd watch TV. I need to get caught up."
Veronica backed off and her face registered surprise. "Me or TV? And you picked TV? Bettykins, I know I'm your first real relationship, but that's a mistake."
"Don't call me that."
"What?" Veronica laughed as her surprise doubled.
"It's what you call Archie. And you treat him like a puppy. I'm not a puppy," she said darkly.
Veronica rolled her eyes. "You're not a doll, you're not a puppy. Not my plaything. We've been over this, B. we are both willing participants who, last I checked, really liked touching each other and being touched."
"That's true. But right now I want to watch TV."
Veronica was frustrated, but she tried to remember this weekend was her gift to Betty. "Fine. Can you get me one of your nightshirts? This isn't exactly comfortable. I didn't count on being in for so long."
"Keep it on," Betty challenged.
"What?" Veronica asked.
"I like it." Betty gave her such a long, lingering look that it left Veronica blushing. "It's sexy." Her green eyes were confident and her expression betrayed no insecurity.
Veronica nodded silently. "TV in lingerie it is."
"Good." Betty left for the living room without waiting to see if her girlfriend was following.
"What are we watching?" Veronica asked. She collapsed onto the couch and made herself comfy on the blanket Betty set down.
Betty didn't have a plan. Definitely didn't have a show picked out. Everyone was watching Stranger Things, but that wasn't exactly sexy. Game of Thrones was a little too violent. "Good Behavior," she decided.
"Never heard of it."
"She steals, he kills. Both of them are trying to be better people. You'll catch on." Betty pressed a button on the remote and the show began.
"Trying to be good people, huh? What is that, like your crack?"
Betty ignored her.
They weren't yet two episodes in and Veronica had ended up cuddling into Betty's lap as they watched the two main characters get into it with undeniable chemistry. And although Betty worked at keeping it cool, she couldn't stop her left hand from tracing Veronica's bare back. Her fingers slipped under the straps and kneaded into Veronica's muscles.
Finally Veronica couldn't take it anymore. "I like this show." Veronica whispered into Betty's ear.
Betty still didn't engage the way she knew her girlfriend wanted her to. "What do you like about it?" she asked instead.
Veronica willed her to pay more attention to her. "I like how classy Letty is. For a royal fuckup. And I like it when Javier speaks Spanish. And they're sweet together. But we're sweeter." Veronica grabbed Betty's chin, and forced their lips to meet.
Betty kissed her briefly, but turned away to watch the show again. She kept her hands on Veronica's body, though.
Veronica groaned into Betty's thigh. "When I said you could torture me, this wasn't what I had in mind."
Betty looked down at her and stroked her hair. "I just want to see how long we can last without resorting to our baser natures."
"But baser natures are so fun." Veronica twirled her fingers on Betty's thighs. Betty had chosen to wear a comfortable nightgown. It kept her legs deliciously bare.
"Veronica." The warning was clear in her voice.
"I may be a bitch, but I hate the doghouse. Please don't be mad at me, anymore."
"I'm not mad."
"Good." Veronica smiled. "Now let me take care of you. I've been dying to touch you all day." She reached Betty's panties and tugged.
"It isn't always about you." Betty held Veronica's hands to still them.
"Don't you want me?"
"Of course," Betty answered.
Veronica smiled. "Then sit back while I satisfy both my cravings and your needs." She slid off the couch to go on her knees before Betty.
Betty let her push up her pajamas and lifted her bottom so Veronica could slide her cotton candy blue panties down her thighs and past her ankles. Without prompting, Betty opened her legs and waited for Veronica.
It didn't take long because Veronica wasted no time. Her lips were on her almost immediately and Betty gasped.
Betty focused her attention on the television – not that she could follow the show much. She kept her arms on the back of the couch and let Veronica do all the work. This seemed to bother the brunette, who started to work Betty over with more than eagerness. Since Betty was not unaffected by their cuddle session on the couch, the result was a wet, noisy smacking as Veronica began to satiate her ravenous appetite.
For Veronica, it was strictly business, almost professional. There was no small, sweet start. She met Betty's pussy open-mouthed and probing. Her tongue lapped at Betty's cunt and lapped up to hit her clit with every bob of her head. Her teeth occasionally scraped against Betty in impatience as she finally got to eat her girlfriend out.
It was becoming more difficult for Betty not to fall apart. She began to feel wet and uncomfortably swollen. Deciding that control was subjective, Betty wrapped her hand in Veronica's dark hair and held her down. "Faster," she begged, but it came out as a command. The brunette had already been furiously grinding her face into Betty's cunt, but the blonde set a faster pace with her urging hand and thrusting hips. She came hard and gave Veronica no warning. She held her face into hard until her body relaxed.
"Thanks," Betty said calmly as she closed her legs and focused back on the TV.
Veronica looked at her expectantly. "That's it?"
"What, you were expected a business transaction?" Betty asked. "Repayment of some sort?"
"I was expecting my girlfriend to be a little more grateful."
"You wanted to taste me. I let you. How about you show some gratitude?"
"You can't be serious."
Betty dead-eyed her. "You're already on your knees. That's a good start."
"That's it, I'm leaving!" Veronica stood.
"So you can dish it out, but you can't take it?" Betty asked.
Veronica opened her mouth to argue, but then gave a slow smile. "Oh. You're taking me up on my offer and this is part of you game. In that case," she ran her hands over Betty's thighs. She went back to her knees. "Thank you, master." She paused. "How was that for gratitude?"
"Don't call me that."
"Thank you, Betty." She nipped at the skin on Betty's inner thigh. "Is there anything else you want? I'll do anything."
"I want to watch TV."
Veronica huffed as she stood up and sat back down on the couch. "Weird foreplay, but I'll bite."
Betty ignored her as the hours, once again, passed by. She noticed Veronica fidgeting and tugging at the straps. "Would you rather be naked?" she asked.
"Honestly? Yes."
"Then take it off. I want you to be comfortable.
Veronica narrowed her eyes. "Do you? Because I'm pretty uncomfortable after you 'let' me taste you."
Betty watched her begin to undress. "Really? Tell me why."
"I'm horny, B. Being that close to you and not being able to do anything is driving me crazy."
She was naked and Betty's eyes lingered lower than her waist. Was she imagining it or was there already a slickness seeping between her legs? "Tell me more," she demanded.
"I'm not great at dirty talk. I'm more direct – if you haven't noticed." She covered herself with her hands.
"Well, right now I want to watch TV. So, if you're serious you are going to have to convince me."
Veronica straddled betty's lap. "Well, I am always up for a challenge."
"What do you want me to do?" Betty asked.
"I want you to touch me–"
"Show me."
Veronica used one hand to steady herself on Betty's shoulder and let the other dip low. "Like this. The very top of your finger circling my clit. And I want your other hand's fingers to push into me. Two fingers, right away. Maybe a little rough at first." Her arm flexed as she shoved two fingers into herself and she moaned as she treated her own body as roughly as she imagined Betty would.
The blonde was beginning to breathe a little heavier, despite not touching or being touched.
"Do you want me to use my mouth?"
Veronica moaned again. "Not right away. I want to come on your hands. Maybe with my nipples in your mouth." She moved her now wet fingers to pinch at her soft nubs until they were hard and slick. "I want you rough with them, too. Using your teeth." Veronica gave an involuntary thrust of her hips.
"Is there anything else you want, Veronica?" Betty saw and felt her hesitate. "Veronica?"
Veronica suddenly looked at her. "There is one thing."
Betty held her eye contact. "Go on."
"I want to grind against you." Betty felt her hot flesh suddenly press into her leg "And I want you against me. I've been…researching. It's called tribbing."
"Tribbing?"
Veronica dropped in to whisper into betty's ear. "I want to rub our pussies together."
Betty suddenly wanted that very much, too. But tonight would be about what she wanted. She flipped Veronica off her lap. "Go to my room and wait for me there."
"How long will you be?" Vernonia asked with excitement.
"10 minutes."
"What am I supposed to do while I wait?" she pouted.
"Use a pillow." Betty turned away and trusted Veronica would take her promise to do whatever Betty wanted seriously.
She went to the place she'd hidden what she bought earlier. It didn't take long. She made sure of that. Still, Veronica was impatient. "Betty," she acknowledged when the blonde entered the room. She was sprawled over Betty's bed like a queen.
"I see the pillow wasn't necessary."
"And I see your bag of goodies. May I assume there is some kind of present in there? She held out her arms. "Maybe fuzzy purple handcuffs? I'm ready to get this over with." She teased.
Betty quirked a brow. "On your stomach," she demanded.
Veronica smiled. "Of course. Poetic, Betty, really poetic. Shouldn't you be wearing your black wig?"
"Shouldn't you be doing as you're told?"
"I was told to be more mindful of how my actions affect you. And I am. Did you not see what I wore to your house?" She was being flippant, but she still laid on her stomach.
Betty ignored the references to the locker room conversation and concentrated on tying the silk pink rope securely around the brunette's lower limbs. Veronica resisted in surprise she felt hands at her ankles, but willed herself to allow her girlfriend to pull her legs taut.
Betty had looked up videos for an hour to learn the right knots. Looking at Veronica now, she had no doubt they would hold until she pulled on just the right spot of pressure. She had done good work. She knew helping Kevin with his merit badges would pay off.
And paying off they were. She admired the way Veronica's legs were stretched so widely that her pussy peeked out. Betty ran a hand over Veronica's ass, but stopped just short of teasing that tempting show.
"Are you going to tie my hands?" Veronica asked.
"No, I want you free to struggle a little."
Veronica shivered. "Big talk, B."
Betty squeezed a large amount of oil onto Veronica's back. She began to work it into her flesh. It smelled like vanilla and caramel.
"Betty," Veronica enjoyed the massage so much she couldn't find her will to make a snark comment about how Betty wasn't turning out to be very good at the whole 'dominant' thing.
"Relax. Let me touch you the way I want to."
As perfect as the massage was, Veronica began to feel a little apprehension. The way Betty's hands put just the right amount of force at just the right spaces of tension on her body didn't feel intimate the way she would have imagined. Like Betty was touching her and reducing her to putty just to prove a point.
She worked her hands into Veronica's shoulders and back like a professional, impersonal…until Betty got to her lower half and she let her fingers slid over the swell of Veronica's ass. Lightly this time, not digging into the muscle. She moved to the backs of Veronica's thighs and her fingers sank into the soft flesh she found there.
Veronica began to understand that this was teasing on a new level. Betty was sliding her hands all over Veronica's slick, oiled flesh without ever touching her erogenous zones.
Betty focused back on Veronica's shoulders again. The change was sudden, but thrilling. She dug in a little harder and let her fingers surge across Ronnie's smooth skin. Her hands dug deep down and manipulated the muscles at Ronnie's waist. It was only when the blonde ran her palms over and over across her inner thighs that Veronica arched up. Betty decided to do it again and again. Each time it felt like her fingers sank millimeters closer to Ronnie's swollen lips. Until finally, Betty pried her open with a massaging touch and found that despite avoiding Veronica's core, her moisture was everywhere.
As soon as Veronica lifted her hips in frustration – her knees and elbows as leverage – Betty stopped working over and around Veronica's slightly puffy lips to focus on her ass instead and the brunette groaned. "Please, I won't bite. Promise."
Betty slid a slim, oiled finger against Veronica's tightly scrunched back door.
Veronica's eyes snapped open. "Betty," she said in a warning.
"You said anything."
"That's – I didn't mean my ass!" Veronica spluttered.
"Haven't you ever done it before?" Betty continued to stroke the hole and Veronica's thighs shifted like she suddenly desperately wanted them closed.
"No, I haven't!"
"Don't you want me to be your first?"
"I don't know if I want anyone to be first when it comes to there, Betty!"
Betty smiled a small smile at Veronica's back. "It's just a little dildo. Hardly bigger than the one you put inside me at practice…you do remember when you did that, right?" The very tip of her finger lightly pressed inside. With her other hand, she began to work her fingers over veronica's ass once more.
Veronica groaned and grabbed a pillow to slam her head into. "You're right. Just please go slow."
"What was that?" Betty asked, going nail deep.
Veronica groaned, knowing just what betty wanted. "Please."
"Please what? You know, explicit consent is pretty important." Betty teased, testing the stretch of Veronica's rosebud by hooking her forefinger and applying the slightest pressure to pull it a little.
"Please fuck my ass." She burrowed her face back into the pillow.
Betty circled over Veronica's clit, but let her other hand sink into her slowly so Veronica would become used to the feeling of her ass being invaded little by little. She stroked away at the tiny nub until Veronica was desperate to come. Then, without warning, betty plunged both of her fingers in deep, so that Veronica's two holes were assaulted in tandem.
She jerked wildly and screeched, but her hips were back to being open and eager – the restraints almost weren't necessary. One finger wasn't asking much of that naturally elastic and mysteriously intriguing canal and with the sudden invasion of her pussy she'd been desperate for for the past twenty minutes and she was almost distracted from the strange new sensation. Distracted from just how completely open and vulnerable and embarrassed she felt to have Betty's finger moving in her ass. Almost.
It got worse when she added a second finger to both holes. She tried to focus on how good her pussy felt, but it became impossible to ignore the ass fucking it felt like she was already taking.
"This is so wrong," Veronica gasped. Shouldn't she be in more pain? Sure, Betty's fingers had been oiled and she could feel more being poured into her ass, but this felt…not bad. In fact, she felt a sick thrill.
"You like it that much?" Betty said in surprise. "That's good, because I like seeing you like this."
At her girlfriend's words, Veronica's stomach clenched. "Oh, I think I'm going to come!"
Betty stopped abruptly.
Veronica got to her knees as best she could with her legs tied apart so that she could turn around and glare at Betty. "Why would you do that?" Her eyes opened in alarm when she saw her. "Betty?"
The blonde's eyes were closed tight as she slipped the larger end of a purple double-sided dildo into her cunt. Betty clipped the straps.
Veronica was shocked. Even Betty's thighs were wet. She'd gotten really turned on when she was playing with Veronica. But that purple…thing was no joke. The other end was smaller and Veronica was wet, too, but she wasn't sure she wanted that end in her ass – even with all the lube. "Oh, B…" she breathed in apprehension.
"See, it's small," Betty's face was tense as she got used to the heavy dildo currently inside her. "We'll save the big ones for when you're ready to beg for them."
"Yeah right," Veronica said with disbelief.
Betty grabbed the back of her thighs. "I'm going to need you to relax."
"Already?" Veronica squeaked out, but instead of an answer she felt the tip of the dildo push against her. "Oh – ow! That is so easy for you to say." She tried to brace herself, but the entrance started to actually hurt.
Betty could sense the resistance when she tried to push forward – it felt wonderful for her, stimulating, but she tried to remember to temper Veronica's punishment with softness.
She retreated and began to slide into Veronica's pussy with her fingers of one hand while she moved the hands steadying the dildo to where the toy met her friend's ass. The dark-haired girl had tensed up again, nervous, so Betty used two fingers and her thumb to work her ass open so that the head of the strap-on fit inside. She added a little more lubricant to the dildo's shaft.
"Are you ready?" Betty kissed the back of Veronica's head and began to work the fingers of the hand in her cunt a little faster.
Veronica squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her hands and tried to focus on keeping her bottom half relaxed. She was almost ready for the hard plastic – anything had to be better than Betty's wiggling, invading, probing fingers. "Yeah, I'm ready for you to get this out of your system."
It was the wrong thing to say. Betty pushed forward a little harder this time, ignoring Veronica's shriek. Veronica tried to wiggle away, but the restraints didn't leave her that much room.
Betty felt a chill go through her. She could see how this could become addicting. It felt so good when she pushed in and the double-sided dildo went into her all the more deeper the harder she pushed. And she got a thrill at seeing Veronica vulnerable and complacent beneath her. Taking it up the ass.
She pulled out slowly.
"Oh my god." Veronica's voice wavered. Her muscles contracted around the fingers Betty still had in her other hole.
Betty smiled. "You like that?" She pushed forward again and coordinated it with a shove of her hand. Veronica's arms suddenly gave out, but she kept her ass high in the air.
Betty continued to push in happily, making sure to focus extra attention on the ministrations to Veronica's core and clit. Her stomach dropped when Veronica started rocking back into her. She thought maybe this was all she wanted – Veronica taking everything she could give. Veronica begging for it.
Because, she was begging for it. It had started out as helpless little cries mixed with both pleasure and pain, but eventually became a montage of "please, Betty, please Betty, please Betty." And if there was ever anything that drove Betty crazy it was that word on her lips. She ran her fingers frantically across Veronica's clit.
Veronica began to fall apart at the dual sensations. "Oh, fuck!" She was so mortified she even tried to fight her body. "I can't believe you're going to make me come with that thing in my ass."
Betty felt a twinge at that admission and really started to pound into her. "This is what you deserve, isn't it? Isn't this what you expected? Dirty girls like you love doing depraved things like this." She didn't gentle her thrusts or her words.
"Yes, yes, Betty, I'm sorry! God, this feels so good."
Betty started to feel her own orgasm approach as every stiff glide into Veronica's ass also pushed the bulbous head of the double-ended dildo into a particularly pleasurable spot. The pace became uniform, almost soldier-like. She knew if she kept going, she would find her release.
"Oh my god, Betty!" Veronica cried, her fingers gripping the sheets. Her thighs strained vainly against the ropes as she let Betty ride her.
"Yeah, oh yeah," Betty had to catch her breath. "I accept your apology. Your punishment is over." Betty's hands dug into Veronica's waist as she gave a short thrust. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Not until I come, you bitch," Veronica growled out, near tears. First, she made her beg and now she made her actually want it.
"Oh, thank god." Betty pushed into her girlfriend and moved her fingers over Veronica's clenching, open hole. She toyed in and out and around of Veronica's sensitive spots as she left no area of Veronica unexposed. All the while, Betty was banging into her from behind, desperate to find her own leverage.
She scraped against Ronnie's clit and the girl shook and cried out. Her knees lost their strength as she gasped in relieved, suffering, longing, loving breaths.
Betty pushed into her still open legs just once more before her own climax was triggered by the sight of the spent girl beneath her. She kissed the brunette's back and gently disentangled the sexy toy from their bodies. She threw it into the bag to wash later.
Although highly satisfied with Veronica's contrition, she was reluctant to untie Veronica's legs, but she did. "You can go clean up if you want."
Veronica got off the bed and had to steady herself as blood rushed back into her legs and she felt the soreness in her ass. "Oh, this is going to be worse tomorrow."
Betty ignored her. "You have to come right back here. To the bed. To be tied up again."
That caught Veronica's attention. "I thought you said my punishment was over?"
"It is. Now, I'm going to fulfill your fantasies."
Veronica's already flushed face got even pinker.
Betty smiled as she watched her hobble off.