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Girls of Riverdale
By : TheChemist
Category: M through R > Riverdale
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Title: Girls of Riverdale Part 2
Show: Riverdale
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Cheryl Blossom / Betty Cooper
Codes: FF, Oral
Disclaimer: I do not own or have association with Riverdale nor its characters including Cheryl Blossom, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews or Betty Cooper. I make no money from this
Summary: Needing to learn more about her brother’s murder, Cheryl seduces the sister of her brother’s girlfriend - Betty Cooper.

Betty Cooper was still so made with her supposed friends Archie and Veronica. They both knew how she felt about Archie, and yet the red-haired boy still made out (and more) with Veronica in the closet at Cheryl’s party. They had both tried to make it up to her, with Archie writing a song for her (of all things) while Veronica got her a very Veronica-style gift - cupcakes flown in from New York, as well as a hers-and-hers manicure-pedicure and blowouts.
However, Veronica wasn’t getting it. Betty didn’t want to be her friend and the harder the New Yorker pushed, the more Betty felt strongly about that. And of course, it all came boiling up at cheerleading practice, of all places.
“I know everyone grieves differently, but Cheryl's hosting a pep rally to cope with her loss. That's either brilliant, or psychotic, or both,” Veronica commented as she and Betty stretched near each other while Cheryl went off to track down the Pussycats.”
“Yeah, well, at least Cheryl's not putting on an act. Pretending she's a butterfly when really she's a wasp,” Betty snapped back.
“For the record, the only reason I went into that closet with Archie was so that Cheryl wouldn't,” the New Yorker defended her actions at the party.
“Oh, so you did it to protect me?” Betty asked, which Veronica nodded her head to. “Okay, so nothing happened between you and Archie in the closet, then? Yeah, that's what I thought.”
Cheryl had picked that moment to make her return to cheerleading practice, coming right up to the newest River Vixens and interrupting their argument. “The Pussycats are in. Oh, sorry, ladies, am I interrupting?”
“As a matter of fact…” Veronica started to answer before being cut off.
“No, you're not. Actually, I was about to come and find you, Cheryl. I have a gift certificate for hers-and-hers mani-pedis and blowouts at Chez Salon. Do you want to come with me?” Betty asked her former enemy.
Don't do this,” Veronica counselled.
“Butt out, closet monster,” Cheryl immediately snapped out at the new girl. “You have forfeited your right to take the high and mighty road. As for moi, Betty, but of course. I never say no to a pedi. And I was just about to suggest the same thing.”
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Music blared within Betty’s bedroom and neither her mom or dad were around to tell her to tone it down. However, it was the guest within Betty’s childhood bedroom that would surprise, well, everyone. Cheryl Blossom was currently looking at herself in the mirror, adoring the way her freshly blown out red hair was looking.
“Your room is so sweet,” Cheryl commented.
The redhead wasn’t paying attention to whatever drivel came out of Betty’s mouth. After all, Cheryl was here for one thing - information. And though she was only 16 years old, Cheryl had already learnt that extracting information was best done with the carrot, not the stick. Which was why she agreed to the spa date with someone so loathsome as Betty Cooper. And also why Cheryl was wearing extremely tight fitting short-shorts, which showed off both her long ivory legs and her extremely beefy ass despite how tiny she was. And then there was the low cut black top, which showed off Cheryl’s other mesmerozing asset - her C-cup tits!
“It's too pink. It doesn't feel right anymore,” Betty retorted, watching as Cheryl inspected her photos stuck to her mirror.
“No, I like how girly it is. Mine is, too,” Cheryl replied, turning around with some makeup in hand. “You should come over and see it sometime.”
“I’d like that,” the blonde smiled as Cheryl applied some eyeliner.
Puberty may not have given her a big growth spurt height-wise, however it did wonders to endow Betty with heavy assets in the front of her chest that left her well renowned. The blonde’s body type was a mix between slim and curvy; no one confused her for being a stick figure as she had some healthy meat on her bones but in the best way possible.
In addition to Betty’s head-turning C-cups and her altogether amazing body, Cheryl noted that the curvy girl had a truly gorgeous face. Her big blue eyes could hold her attention after she was done scoping out her cleavage while her sweet smile also had a hint that there may be something naughty under her innocent beauty. She may not have initially screamed that she was a highly sexual creature given her cute appearance, but Cheryl was willing to bet that there was very much more lurking beyond her surface.
“Betty, I'm sorry I've been such a witchy-witch to you. After Polly and Jason's epic demise I was angry...At everyone. But I took it out on you which was super unfair,” Cheryl confessed. Now that she made herself somewhat vulnerable to the blonde, Cheryl started her probing. “How, uh, how is Polly? Is she still in that group home? Do you think she knows what happened to Jason, that he was murdered?”
“I... I'm not sure,” Betty answered, completely caught off guard by the line of questioning. Especially since Cheryl had decided to sit on her lap as she continued to apply makeup to her, this time some blush.
“What do your parents say?” Cheryl continued.
“About Jason and Polly? Not a lot,” the young reporter answered.
“Same. I keep thinking that maybe Jason said something to her or she said something to him. I mean, didn't they have a big fight this summer, or…” Cheryl pressed.
“Why are you asking me so many questions about Polly?” Betty asked, a little sternness in her tone. “Cheryl?”
“Because, you dumb cow, someone shot my brother and I think it was your crazy, tweaked-out sister,” was what Cheryl thought, but knew better to say, even as fired up as she was. Instead, Cheryl needed to change the angle of her approach as Betty wasn’t in the sharing mood in her current state. “You know you have, like, such kissable looking lips,” Cheryl complimented as she licked her own kissable lips.
“Oh,” Betty said, surprised. “I’m flattered. Truly. But I…”
The beautiful blonde didn’t have time to rebuke the advances of the seductive Blossom because at that time she closed the small gap between them and put her lips on hers. Cheryl had to gauge things just right as she wanted to make sure that she didn’t push things too hard, but at the same time she couldn’t afford to move too slowly and risk losing her chance. Cheryl puckered lips contacted Betty's while the young reporter was mid-sentence. The kiss stunned the blonde for the moment and that was all the head River Vixen needed. Establishing control, Cheryl opened her own mouth and lightly licked along Betty’s pink lips in a move that made her shiver.
She didn’t ease up just yet, instead Cheryl pushed on. Well, rather she pushed her tongue past Betty’s lips and slipped it into her mouth. The blonde was still somewhat stunned by the aggressive nature so she offered no resistance, allowing the smaller redhead to trail a path along her tongue with her own wet muscle. Cheryl continued to French kiss the blonde until Betty snapped into the moment and slowly began wrestling her nimble tongue with her own. It was at this point that the head River Vixen broke the kiss and sat back against the desk.
“Wow,” the blonde finally exhaled.
“Sorry. I hope that wasn’t too forward of m…”
This time it was Cheryl who was interrupted halfway through her sentence. Betty had apparently been tempted by the initial kiss and wanted more. The little redhead was surprised her kissing had that much power, though she had been told by multiple lovers that she was good with her mouth.
“Now I’m sorry. I should have asked first,” Betty said as she broke the kiss.
There was a brief silence then almost at the same time the two women moved together until their lips were pressing together. As Betty and Cheryl’s mouths opened and they found each other with their tongues, the blonde brushed aside any worrying nerves about what it meant about her sexuality, especially since Betty was enjoying the makeout session so much. Instead, the chesty girl simply focused on how kissing the highly attractive redhead made her feel so damn wet.
For her part, Cheryl didn’t exactly think that her plan of seducing the blonde geek would happen so…easily. She didn’t know if it was because she was a closet lesbian, or even a fully out lesbian for that matter, or whether she was just emotionally vulnerable but the redhead wasn’t going to complain. After all, Cheryl needed answers about her dearly beloved’s murder and Betty may have something. Besides, Cheryl wasn’t cruel - she was going to make damn sure Betty enjoyed herself tonight at least.
“What does this mean,” Betty suddenly asked, breaking the kiss but keeping her mouth close to Cheryl’s and her eyes remained closed.
Cheryl cut her off once again by kissing her, finding it was an effective way to stop her from dwelling and analyzing the situation.
“Why can’t two hot as fuck females seek pleasure in one another,” Cherly answered the question with a question. “You find me hot as fuck, right Betty?”
“Definitely,” the blonde replied, her breathing growing more ragged by the second.
“Ditto! Now shut up and kiss me.”
Those words seemed to be exactly what Betty needed to hear in order to break the last of her will. Ultimately Cheryl’s words were what she needed to hear so Betty leaned back in and resumed making out with. Being with another girl was novel and exciting for Betty, and she felt a shiver run through her when the small redhead’s hands began roaming her perfect body.
Cheryl couldn’t believe the curves that the young reporter possessed. Her breasts were large, which was hard to tell before based on the sweaters Betty always wore. Meanwhile, the blonde’s ass was pretty fine on its own regard. While not the beefy masterpiece of Cheryl’s own tushy, it easily ranked in the top 3 of Riverdale, alongside the new girl Veronica. The redhead was excited to feel her flesh so she placed her hand under the hem of Betty’s blouse and took up residence on the skin of the small of her back.
“Mhmm,” Betty moaned into the other girl’s mouth.
Kissing the bisexual was exciting enough for the young reporter but having her touch her in a place that was new was very exhilarating. With a new pep in her step, Betty felt her kissing change and become more desperate. All while their tongues danced with one another in the space created between their pressed together lips, Cheryl moved her tiny hand up along the other girl’s spine. She didn’t need Betty to tell her how she felt about it as her tongue began darting around in Cheryl’s mouth with even greater hunger. By the time the redhead’s palm was lying flat between Betty’s shoulder blades and she gently pressing her closer towards her, the stunning blonde was moaning into her mouth and the head River Vixen would bet her vintage convertible that her prey was gushing like a fountain between her legs.
“Gotta keep pushing the pace,” Cheryl thought to herself as she kissed the other girl.
However, before the diminutive redhead could make her next move Betty beat her to it. The blonde sought out the bottom of the black shirt she wore with one hand, beginning to lift it while her other hand greedily rubbed the skin of the girl’s toned stomach as more and more flesh became exposed.
The pair had to break their kiss so that Betty could pull off the shirt the redhead was wearing. She still had on a black bra, but suddenly Betty’s vision became dark. Cheryl had used the pause in their liplock to do likewise to the blonde’s shirt, pulling the hem of her sweater skyward until it popped off over her head.
“My God those are perfect,” Cheryl gawked at the other’s bra-clad tits.
“What? Really? Yours are...wow,” the young reporter retorted.
The blonde allowed her new lover to squeeze her covered breasts as she twisted her own arms behind her back. As her hands undid the clasp on the back of her strap, Cheryl leaned in and began kissing her neck, making Cheryl coo aloud. Swinging her arms back around, the horny girl leaned back and watched as the redhead unwittingly pulled her bra free from her chest.
“Much better!” Cheryl commented, seeing Betty’s fleshy tits without a bra.
It was as though Betty’s tits had their own tractor beam and Cheryl’s mouth was the target. Mind you, the diminutive redhead barely put up any resistance as she eagerly bent down towards the naked globes and greedly took her small pink nipple between her lips.
“Mhmm,” Betty groaned.
The moan uttered by Betty came from a combination of the tongue dancing around her areola, as well as the fingertips that she could feel trailing a path along her smooth stomach, just above the waistband of her skirt. The young blonde reporter was surprised though as the minutes ticked by and no further progress was being made. Cheryl had gone back and forth between her left and right breast, but her hands never migrated from her lower stomach.
Finally Cheryl spoke, saying, “Tell me what you want.”
The redhead’s initial approach was to overpower her prey’s mind, making her caught up in a tempest of desire. However, Cheryl had called an audible and changed to a new tactic, in which she would push Betty close to the edge and hold her there until she begged for it. After all, Cheryl was manipulative and slightly cruel at heart, so she figured she’d embrace her natural urges.
After a pause Betty finally answered, “Awhh…lick me. Please. Lick me.”
Once hearing that command, Cheryl pounced like a starved panther on wounded prey. Her hands were no longer calm and calculated, but rather hasty, almost in a frenzy. The redhead targeted the other girl’s button in the front of her skirt, easily undoing it along with the zipper.
Betty knew what was to come next so she hoisted her curvy bottom off the plush seating. Right on cue, her redhead partner hooked her fingers in the waistband and yanked not only her green skirt off her rump and down her legs, but also her panties. This left the blonde completely nude in her childhood bedroom.
“What did you want me to do again,” Cheryl asked.
The redhead was just toying with the object of her affection now. After dragging her clothing down her sexy legs, Cheryl traced her hands back up. Currently she was loitering on the girl’s smooth calf muscle, and judging by the sheen coming from Betty’s pussy she knew the light touching was having the desired effect.
“Please Cheryl,” Betty pleaded. “Just do it.”
“Good enough for me,” she thought to herself.
As Cheryl slid her dainty hands further up her thighs, Betty responded by spreading her bare legs further apart. By the time the slender redhead had reached her groin, the young reporter was spread wide with her glistening pink slit opening up to greet her new lover.
“I think I’ll have a taste,” Cheryl said aloud.
The redhead was now kneeling in front of her prize. She leaned her head between Betty’s legs and took a good long lick of the blonde’s length. Just like she was hoping, the sport’s young reporter tasted as good as her perfect twat looked.
“Ohhh,” Betty moaned in response.
Cheryl surprised her partner when Betty felt small little kisses placed all over her sex. The redhead’s lips started up at her clit, making her gyrate in her seat before traveling slowly downward until her mouth was directly over her opening. Cheryl puckered again and kissed right above the opening, but this time she lingered and extended her tongue out until it had dipped inside Betty’s snatch and lapped inside.
“Oh yes Cheryl! Lick my pussy!”
Cheryl took a quick second to smile before pressing her lips back against Betty’s pussy and sticking her tongue deep within her hole. The athletic girl took pride in how rapid she found her stride in pleasing another girl since she hadn’t done it in a few months, which was like an eternity for the horny bisexual.
“Damn you taste good,” the rich girl commented.
No sooner had the words left her mouth had Cheryl dived right back in, drilling her tongue as deep as possible into Betty’s sweet honey pot. The redhead was keeping her lover off guard by the constant change in her strategy. Now Cheryl had switched from the slow and methodical approach to one of speed and power.
“Fuck,” Betty swore.
When the young reporter had asked Cheryl out for mani-pedis to spite Veronica, she had no idea that it would end like this. However Betty had no complaints, in fact at the present moment she had her head tossed back over the back of the chair as her mound went from being teased to being crammed full of Cheryl’s tongue.
Cheryl had no intention of letting her off the hook and recover from the sudden intrusion of a powerful tongue plunging the depth of her hole. The redhead used both hands to get in tight and hooked a finger from each into her opening.
Betty howled in pleasure again as her pussy was now filled with two digits rather than the tongue, but they were only used to hook right at the entrance and pull her apart as far as she could go. The young reporter was understandably very tight, but the fingers allowed Cheryl to drive her tongue even deeper into her sex.
“Oh my God…oh my God,” Betty screamed.
The blonde was on cloud nine as the girl between her legs clearly knew her way around a pussy. Over and over she made the young reporter cry out in utter delight as Cheryl repeatedly found new ways of pleasuring her.
After a few minutes Betty opened her eyes for the first time since they started and looked down at the redhead in her thighs. The blonde gazed at a face that looked like she was enjoying herself as much as Betty was. The head River Vixen seemed to thrive working on her knees and licking out her twat, and Betty was more than happy to reap the benefit.
Cheryl was indeed thoroughly enjoying herself. Though she never would have seduced otherwise if it wasn’t for getting information from the blonde, Cheryl was pleasantly happy so far. Plus, as if that wasn’t enough Betty was tasty as all hell, plus the added incentive that made Cheryl wet was that the blonde wasn’t really lesbian, just another straight girl that the maple syrup heir was able to seduce.
The redhead continued to dive her tongue deep into Betty and scoop out more of her essence while her wet muscle found all the right spots inside Betty. The young reporter was now in a constant series of moans and screams, but they fell on deaf ears as no one else was in the house.
“My God! You are really good,” Betty screamed.
Cheryl could feel her partner’s hands running through her hair as she aimed slightly higher and darted her skilled tongue against her clit. This released another torrent of inaudible appreciation from Betty, who had now thrown her head back over the edge of the chair.
Betty had also gripped her lover’s head tightly, squeezing it passionately with her dainty fingers. It applied massive amounts of pressure against Cheryl’s skull, more power than the redhead thought that the unassuming blonde could muster. It didn’t hurt her to have her pretty face crammed against the lovely folds of the young reporter, in fact knowing that Betty was enjoying herself this much was an even bigger turn-on for the River Vixen.
“You like that,” Cheryl asked, coming out mumbled.
Cheryl knew that the blonde didn’t need to reply as she continued to work from between her creamy white thighs. Betty was close and she knew it, but the redhead wanted to impart as much pleasure into the lesbian tryst as she could before allowing her the orgasm she was on a one-way path towards.
The head cheerleader focused her attention to the task at hand like never before. Her tongue licked up and down Betty's pretty pink pussy before she ultimately settled her lips on the clit. Screams followed but a whole louder and more urgent stream was released when she combined sucking and licking the sensitive nub with working her two fingers in and out of her tight twat.
“Fuck yes,” Betty screamed into a pillow she had grabbed off her bed.
Cheryl always beamed with pride hearing her lover’s intense cries of pleasure. While still with Betty’s clit locked between her lips with suction, she inserted a third finger into her extremely wet love canal without losing any of the speed or depth. The blonde’s curvy body squirmed in response as the digits pumped into her super-sensitive pussy.
“Cum for me baby. Right on my little tongue so I can lick you all up,” Cheryl encouraged.
The head River Vixen knew Betty wasn’t going to last much longer. Not wanting to miss a drop of her delicious flavor, Cheryl switched up her mouth and hand so that her tongue was now buried deep in her opening while her fingers diddled her engorged clitoris.
“I’m cumming,” she shrieked. “Oh God YESSSSS!”
Cheryl waited for her just rewards after hearing the scream and feeling the hands on her head tighten. Sure enough a tide of gooey honey came like a typhoon, coating the redhead’s tongue. Cheryl was right on hand to lap it up and devour the cum before going right back inside Betty for more of the treat.
“Well shit you’re tasty,” Cheryl said, rocking back onto her heels. “I had my doubts but I’m glad to be proven wrong...with this anyway.”
“Wow…just…wow,” Betty puffed from her reclined position on her makeup chair.
“Now let the interrogation commence,” Cheryl thought before she addressed the love-drunk Betty. “Now tell me about your tweaker sister…”
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Girls of Riverdale	By : TheChemist Category: M through R > Riverdale Views: 12293 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Girls of Riverdale