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      Published: 2018-02-24 Updated: 2018-03-08 Chapters: 2/? Words: 9759
****** The Awakening of Betty Cooper ******
by Tuxedo_Mark
Summary
     AU. Betty Cooper is a high school freshman raised as a "good
     Christian". When newcomer Cheryl Blossom befriends her, Betty's eyes
     are opened to other possibilities, and things get complicated. This
     story is for any girl that has felt like she doesn't fit people's
     expectations.
***** It's Okay, You Know You Want To *****
The Awakening of Betty Cooper
Chapter 01:
"It's Okay, You Know You Want To"
Written By
Mark Moore
Author's note: This story is an alternate universe to Riverdale and Archie
Comics in general. The cast is deliberately kept small, and there's really only
one theme: the exploration of sexuality during one's teenage years and how that
might conflict with one's religious upbringing. It will be updated
sporadically; there's really no set release schedule. Feedback is appreciated.
Times written: Monday, February 19, 2018, 7:07 PM - 10:11 PM; Tuesday, February
20, 2018, 5:06 PM - 6:28 PM, 8:05 PM - 10:12 PM; Wednesday, February 21, 2018,
11:15 AM - 12:31 PM; Thursday, February 22, 2018, 3:05 PM - 3:34 PM, 6:59 PM -
7:34 PM, 7:50 PM - 9:53 PM; Friday, February 23, 2018, 9:01 AM - 10:41 AM, 9:33
PM - 10:38 PM; Saturday, February 24, 2018, 8:38 AM - 10:26 AM, 10:33 AM - 10:
35 AM
The following story is copyright © 2018 by Mark Moore.
BC
Elizabeth "Betty" Cooper tried to tune out the morning announcements, but it
wasn't easy. She couldn't listen to music; her phone would be confiscated. So
she just sat in her desk with her head lowered and her index fingers pressed
against her ears.
It wasn't that she hated the school's morning show; she just actively disliked
it; she hated hearing pretty much the same things day after day. That seemed to
be a pattern in her life: hearing the same things over and over again.
Suddenly, she felt a tap on her right shoulder. She looked over. Her best
friend, Veronica Lodge, smiled at her. Betty took her fingers off her ears.
Veronica had been her best friend since they were born - literally; they had
been placed next to each other in Riverdale General's nursery. Veronica was a
socialite, the daughter of Hiram Lodge, the richest man in town, and his wife,
Hermione, the richest woman in town. The family was old money and had lived in
the general area for centuries. Veronica was a fashionista, a social butterfly,
and a trendsetter. She had long black hair and brown eyes and was very pretty.
She was wearing what Betty guessed were the latest designer jeans, shirt,
boots, and jewelry. Today's colors were a light blue - including her lipstick.
Betty smiled. "Thanks."
Veronica smiled. "No problem."
Ms. Grundy turned off the television. "Okay, everyone please open your English
books to page 12."
Betty sighed and opened her book.
BC
Betty set her tray on the table and sat down. Veronica sat across from her.
"So how was your trip to Paris?" Betty asked.
Veronica sighed. "Kind of boring, actually."
"How can Paris be boring?" Betty asked in disbelief.
"Well, I've been so many times. I wish your mom had let me take you with."
"You mean where she couldn't keep an eye on me? Fat chance."
Ethel came by and sat between Betty and Veronica. She was a short, somewhat
overweight girl with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. She was more Betty's
friend than Veronica's.
Betty smiled. "Hey, Ethel, you survived."
Ethel sighed. "Barely. Don't ever let your parents send you to Bible camp."
"My mom's not that crazy." Betty paused and thought for a moment. "I think. So
how was it?"
"Horrible. No electronics. Just Bible study, singing, and prayer groups."
Veronica was horrified. "I'd fucking die."
"So how's Riverdale been?" Ethel asked.
Betty sighed. "Same boring old Riverdale. With Veronica in Paris, I pretty much
did nothing all summer except watch TV, read, play games, go to church, and go
shopping with my mom. Such is my life."
Suddenly, a girl with long, red hair and vibrant green eyes and wearing a
short, sleeveless white dress and white sandals walked over to their table. She
had on a light shade of pink lipstick. "Veronica Lodge?"
Veronica smiled. "The one and only."
"Cheryl Blossom, daughter of Clifford and Penelope Blossom. We just moved to
Riverdale from NYC. My father is orchestrating a hostile takeover of your
father's company." Cheryl smiled. "Let's be friends." Then she sat in the last
remaining chair without asking.
Veronica stared at Cheryl. "Excuse me."
"I need no excuse. I'm Cheryl Blossom."
Betty stared at Cheryl, transfixed by her. "Hi, Cheryl, I'm Elizabeth Cooper.
Call me Betty."
Cheryl made a face. "Kind of a granny name, don'tcha think? Why not Liz?"
"Um, well, I, um..." Betty averted her gaze in shame. "My mom calls me Betty,
'kay?"
"Oh, you're a mama's girl."
Veronica laughed. "You have no idea."
Betty looked at Veronica in surprise.
Veronica sensed she might have crossed a line. "In a good way."
Ethel smiled. "I'm Ethel Muggs."
"So the three of you are, like, friends?" Cheryl asked.
They nodded.
"So what's there to do in this sleepy little hamlet?" Cheryl asked.
Betty sighed. "Not much. There's a roller rink, a bowling alley, and a dying
mall with a six-screen movie theater."
Cheryl gave Veronica some side-eye. "I blame that on current business
practices."
Veronica got angry. "Don't blame my father. The town won't let him develop many
properties. This place is run by a bunch of old men that are kept in office by
a bunch of old farts that want to keep things the same."
Cheryl smiled. "Nothing that heart attacks and traffic accidents won't cure."
Betty couldn't help but laugh, and she sort of hated herself for it.
"All right, who will do me...the honor of showing me around town?" Cheryl
asked.
Betty thought that was an oddly-placed pause. She noticed Veronica and Ethel
weren't exactly quick to volunteer, so she smiled at Cheryl. "I will. I just
gotta let my mom know."
"Awww, she'd be worried about where you'd be otherwise?" Cheryl asked.
"Actually, no, she's here. Well, in the faculty lounge."
"She's a teacher here?" Cheryl asked.
Betty nodded. "Gym, and my dad's an assistant principal."
"Wow, it must suck having both of your parents at school every day. It's like
you can never get away from them."
Betty nodded. "I'm guessing it will be. Since it's the first week of freshman
year, I haven't exactly been in this situation before. The one plus is I don't
have to ride the school bus anymore, so I can sleep a bit longer."
"Anyway, I have gym last, so I guess I'll see your mom then."
Betty nodded. "We all have gym last, actually."
"So what are the guys like around here? Anyone fuckable?" Cheryl asked.
Ethel smiled. "There's Archie Andrews."
Veronica looked at her in disapproval. "Who's mine."
Cheryl looked at Ethel. "Point him out to me."
Ethel pointed. Cheryl looked over and saw a somewhat muscular boy with red
hair. He was sitting at a table with two black-haired boys.
Cheryl smiled. "Not bad." She looked at her new friends. "His dick will be in
my mouth by the end of next week."
Veronica frowned. "Fuck you."
"Oh, he will."
Veronica stared at Cheryl in contempt. "Pick someone else. That well-dressed
guy next to him is Reggie Mantle. He's an asshole, but he has a decent amount
of money. Just avoid that other guy, Jughead Jones. He's Archie's best friend,
but Archie isn't exactly a good judge of character. The dude's perpetually
stoned, always eats, and never showers."
"I'll make a call to OSHA. Anyway, I take it that you're the fashionable one of
this little group."
Veronica smiled. "True."
"Oh, that wasn't a compliment; it was just process of elimination. Betty and
Ethel look like their parents picked out their clothes."
Veronica frowned. Ethel lowered her head in shame.
Betty tried to think of a way to make this not seem so bad. "My mom is a
bargain power shopper."
Veronica looked at her. "You're not helping your case; just shut up and eat."
Betty looked down at her tray and tried to feign interest in the meatloaf.
BC
By the time that gym class came around, Betty had had enough of school for one
day. She and the other girls changed into their gym clothes in the girls'
locker room and then headed into the gym.
Cheryl noticed a woman - with short blonde hair and blue eyes - wearing shorts
and a Riverdale High School T-shirt. "Your mom, I take it."
Betty nodded. "Alice Cooper - in the flesh."
Cheryl smiled. "She's a total MILF."
Betty laughed. "Don't let her hear you say that. C'mon, let's talk to her
before class starts."
They walked over to her.
Betty smiled. "Hi."
Alice smiled. "Hi."
"This is Cheryl Blossom. She just moved here. It's her first day."
Cheryl smiled. "Hello, Mrs. Cooper."
"Hello, Cheryl."
"Cheryl asked for someone to show her around town, and I volunteered, if that's
okay with you."
Alice smiled. "That's a nice thing to do, but you have no transportation."
"I do. I have a limo."
Alice looked at Cheryl in surprise.
Betty shrugged. "She's loaded like Veronica."
Cheryl rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, there's no comparison."
Alice looked at Cheryl. "I'm afraid I don't know you. I wouldn't feel
comfortable letting Betty go off with you."
"Oh, there's no need to worry. As soon as Betty's shown me around, I'll bring
her home. She'll be back in time for dinner."
"Oh, speaking of, I'm afraid your father's working late, so we're looking at a
late dinner tonight. Probably around 5:30."
Betty was surprised and sighed. "An unforeseen consequence of relying on you
for transportation."
Alice hand-waved it away. "It's okay, just take the bus home. The trip'll be a
bit longer but still shorter than waiting around for your dad to finish work."
Betty sighed. "I can't. I'm not registered as a rider on any bus. Our house
isn't a scheduled stop."
Cheryl smiled. "Problem solved. I'll take Betty home."
The tardy bell rang.
Alice nodded. "Okay, fine."
BC
After school, Betty followed Cheryl out to the visitor parking area. They came
across a pink limousine decorated with flower designs.
"This is you, I take it." Betty chuckled. "Blossom. I get it. Cute."
"Have you ever ridden in a limo before?" Cheryl asked.
"Sure, in Veronica's."
Cheryl opened the back-left door and let Betty get into the limousine first.
Then Cheryl got in and closed the door.
"Are you going home, Miss Cheryl?" the driver, a young British woman with short
brown hair, asked.
"No, Jamie, Betty's giving me a tour of the town. Just follow her directions."
BC
The tour didn't last very long. Cheryl wasn't interested in stopping at any of
the locations that Betty pointed out. Soon, they arrived at Blossom Manor. A
servant let Cheryl and Betty into the main hall. The floor, walls, ceiling, and
decor were all brown. Family portraits hung on the walls. The girls started
making their way upstairs.
"This is the Blossom ancestral home, or so my father likes to claim. He had it
shipped over here from Scotland."
"Why?" Betty asked.
Cheryl looked at her. "Because he could."
Once they reached the second floor, they walked down a hall. Cheryl opened a
door on the right at the end. She walked into her bedroom and turned on the
light. Betty walked into the room and closed the door behind her.
Cheryl smiled. "Welcome to my inner sanctum."
Betty looked around. Cheryl's bedroom was, surprisingly, not much bigger than
her own. There were a queen-sized bed, a night stand, a mini fridge, a dresser,
a desk with a computer, a cabinet with a television and other equipment, and a
bookcase - pretty much the same things that were in Betty's bedroom, except the
mini fridge.
Betty smiled. "You've got a nice room."
"Thanks." Cheryl walked over to the mini fridge by her bed and opened it. "Want
anything to drink?"
"What do you have?"
"Regular Pepsi and various types of wine."
"Wine?" Betty asked in surprise.
Cheryl looked at her. "Uh-huh. Have you ever had any?"
"Um, just for my first communion."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"My parents let me have it as long as I can prove I can control myself. They
figure it's better to let me have it than for me to get it elsewhere without
them knowing."
"Oh."
"Do you want some?" Cheryl offered.
"Um, what's good?" Betty asked.
"Of whites, I like Moscato. Of reds, I like Merlot."
"Um..."
"The correct response is 'I'll have one of each, please.'"
Betty laughed. "I'll have one of each, please."
"Good girl." Cheryl got four bottles out of the fridge and closed it. She
offered two of the bottles to Betty.
Betty took the bottles. "Thanks."
Cheryl sat on her bed. Betty sat to her left. Betty saw Cheryl opening the
Moscato first, so she did as well. She took a tentative sip.
"Do you like it?" Cheryl asked.
"Um, well, I'm not used to it, but it seems okay." Betty took a gulp - and then
another one. Soon, she'd finished the bottle. "That was actually pretty good."
Cheryl smiled and finished her Moscato. The girls dropped the empty bottles and
opened the Merlots. They started drinking, and it didn't take nearly as long to
finish them. They dropped the bottles on the bed.
Betty stood up and walked over to Cheryl's bookcase. She saw a few CDs by
Lorde, Katy Perry, Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, Evanescence, Within Temptation,
Lindsey Stirling, Haim, and Paris Hilton.
"I didn't know Paris Hilton's a singer."
"Uh-huh, and a DJ. She's pretty good, too."
"Mind. Blown." Betty started laughing. "Or maybe I'm getting drunk."
"What kind of music do you listen to?" Cheryl asked.
"Pretty much the same as you, except my mom buys me only the 'clean' versions
from Walmart."
"Oh, fuck no!" Cheryl exclaimed. "I oppose censorship on principle."
"Me, too, but there's really nothing that I can do about it."
"I can give you a bunch of songs."
"Really? That'd be great, thanks."
"Do you have a computer?" Cheryl asked, standing up.
"Yeah."
Cheryl walked over and turned her own computer on. "So is there anything worth
joining at Riverdale High?"
"Like what?" Betty asked.
Cheryl sat in her chair. "Sports, cheerleading, clubs."
Betty thought about it. "I don't know. I haven't looked into it. I guess I'm
not interested in being at school any more than I have to."
Cheryl typed in her MSN password and hit Enter. "Where else would you be? At
home with your parents?"
"Actually, no, they'd have to stay with me in order to give me a ride home. We
have one car, and they don't like driving back and forth for things, so that
means a lot of consolidated trips, such as stopping at Walmart and/or Home
Depot on the way home from school."
"Ick. Well, how about this? If I sign up for something, you sign up, too, and
I'll give you a ride. That way, you can be away from your parents for a while."
Betty thought about it. "That actually sounds pretty good. Nothing competitive,
though."
Cheryl opened Firefox and composed a new e-mail. "Why not?"
"Because my mom is competitive. She was a cheerleader and on the track team in
high school. She coaches the current track team and supervises the River Vixens
- that's the cheerleading squad. If I sign up for either of those, it'd mean
spending more time with my mom, not less."
"You don't like your mom much, do you?"
Betty avoided a direct answer. "She's...omnipresent in my life. I feel like I
have no privacy, almost no quiet moments."
"What's your e-mail?"
"Oh, no, don't e-mail them to me. My mom periodically checks my e-mail."
Cheryl looked at her. "Wow, you weren't kidding. What does she think you are?
Five?"
Betty chuckled and walked over to her. "More like a 'good Christian girl'
precariously living in a sinful world."
Cheryl rolled her eyes and closed the browser. "What if I just copy them
directly onto your phone?"
"Oh, no, she checks that, too."
Cheryl thought for a moment. She pulled open a drawer, took out a USB flash
drive, and plugged it in. "I'll copy them onto this. Just keep it hidden
somewhere."
"Okay."
Cheryl went to work on copying songs onto the flash drive. She then added music
videos. "Want anything else?"
"Like what?"
"Well, this thing has a 32-gig capacity. I can copy every song that I have onto
it, and it wouldn't even come close to filling it. Want some porn?"
"Porn?" Betty asked, surprised.
"Uh-huh." Cheryl thought for a moment. "Let me guess: you've never watched porn
before."
"I saw Kate Winslet's boobs when we watched Titanic on Netflix."
"Meh, that's nice, but it's PG-13." Cheryl smiled mischievously and started
copying pornographic pictures and videos and erotic stories onto the flash
drive. "I'll put a little bit of everything on here for you. Just think of me
as your personal dealer."
"Okay."
Cheryl filled up the flash drive to capacity, unplugged it, and offered it to
Betty with pride. "Your very own custom-made sin stick. Enjoy."
Betty took it and stuck it in her front-left jeans pocket. "Thanks. I should
get home."
Cheryl grinned. "Aren't you eager?"
"I just want some quiet time to myself."
Cheryl stood up. "Sure, sure, let's go."
BC
The limousine stopped in front of Betty's house. Jamie unlocked the back-right
door.
Cheryl smiled. "Thanks for showing me around town."
Betty opened the door. "No problem. Thanks for..." She wasn't sure if she
should mention it out loud.
Cheryl understood. "My pleasure."
"I'd invite you in, but I can't have friends over when there are no parents
home." Betty suddenly felt very embarrassed to admit that.
"Understood." Cheryl grinned. "Enjoy."
"Yeah..." Betty got out of the limousine and closed the door. She grinned and
waved awkwardly. "Bye-bye!"
The limousine pulled away. Betty watched it drive off, and then she opened the
gate of the white picket fence in front of their house. She checked the
mailbox. There wasn't anything. She walked past the fence and closed the gate,
and then she walked up the sidewalk to her front door. She laughed as she let
her tongue hang from her mouth, yet, paradoxically, she was aware of being
drunk and knew she could stop acting like that by asserting a modicum of
restraint, which she didn't want to do. She dug into her back-left jeans pocket
and took out the house key that her mom had given her. She unlocked and opened
the front door and walked into the house. She closed and locked the door and
put the key back into her pocket. She took off her sneakers and put them on the
little rug by the door.
The Coopers' living room was furnished with a coffee table, a recliner, two
couches, a cabinet with a television and other equipment, and various knick
knacks that Alice had collected over the years. Some family photos hung on the
walls. Beyond the living room, separated by a wall, was the kitchen. Betty went
there and got herself a can of regular Pepsi from the refrigerator. Then she
went back into the living room and went upstairs.
Betty's bedroom was the last door on the right, past her parents' bedroom and
the bathroom. She went into her bedroom and closed the door.
She walked over to her desk, set down her drink, took her cell phone out of her
back-right pocket, set it on her desk, and turned on her computer. She sat down
and waited for it to boot up. She took off her socks and threw them on the
floor. Then she typed in her MSN password and hit Enter.
She took the flash drive out of her pocket and inserted it into her computer.
The window opened. Cheryl had created three directories: music, music videos,
and porn. She opened the music directory. In it were subdirectories for each
artist. She went through them and listened to a few songs. What followed were a
series of revelations. Paris Hilton declared "I don't really give a fuck."
Ariana Grande revealed she "ain't fuckin' with them good boys". Lorde asked
"What the fuck are perfect places?" Katy Perry repeatedly said "fuckin'" during
"Circle the Drain", and Betty could feel her intensity.
She decided to switch to watching music videos. They was one for "Pray to God"
by Haim, which she had already listened to. She was surprised to discover the
music video subverted the seemingly monotheistic message of the song by being
full of fantasy and New Age imagery. She couldn't help but laugh. She also
watched some of Paris Hilton's music videos and discovered the woman really
loved to show off her body.
She decided to check out the porn directory. In it were a few subdirectories:
gay, hentai, hetero, lesbian, mixed, pictures, and stories. She felt a bit
overwhelmed with all of the choices and decided to check out the pictures
first, which were mostly nude photos of male and female models - along with
some screen captures from movies and TV series and some leaked nude pictures
from celebrities' cell phones. Then she checked out the stories, which were a
mix of erotic original fiction and fan fiction. She didn't read any; she was
just surveying the flash drive at this point.
She went through the gay videos and saw guys sucking each other's dicks and
fucking each other up the ass. She even saw some guys that were flexible enough
to suck their own dicks. She was kind of impressed.
The hentai videos were Japanese animated porn - as she'd expected. She suddenly
thought about the artists that drew people sucking and fucking and the actors
that had to moan into the microphone and fake having orgasms. She laughed.
The hetero videos featured blowjobs, pussy-eating, intercourse, and anal sex.
The mixed videos featured various combinations of three or more people -
whether a guy fucking multiple girls or a girl being fucked by multiple guys.
The lesbian videos were the most numerous, which Betty thought was interesting.
She watched a few of them. She became mesmerized by a video starring Presley
Hart and Aidra Fox. The girls were gorgeous. A certain thought entered her
mind, causing her to feel a twinge of guilt. But the doubt was pushed aside by
a voice, sounding like Cheryl, which whispered one thing: "It's okay, you know
you want to." She looked at the time on her computer. It was only 4:32 PM.
Betty unfastened her belt and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She slipped
her left hand under her panties and started rubbing her pussy. She inserted her
index finger. It slid in without much effort, because she was, surprisingly,
already pretty wet. She felt around inside her pussy for a while and then
started thrusting in and out while her eyes remaining fixated on the girls on
her computer screen.
Her cell phone rang. She panicked and quickly paused the video. She looked at
her cell phone. It was her mom. She freed her hand from her pussy, answered the
call, and picked up the phone.
"Hi."
"Hi. How was your tour with Cheryl?"
"Fine. Pretty uneventful."
"Your father wanted to stop at Home Depot. We'll be home in around a half-
hour."
"Okay."
"If you don't wanna wait, you can heat up the leftovers in the fridge."
"Nah, I can wait."
"Okay, I'll bring take-out. See you soon. I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Bye."
"Bye." Betty ended the call and turned off her phone. She set it down. She
hoped she hadn't sounded impatient over the phone.
Betty stood up, took off her jeans and panties, and sat down again. She took
off her T-shirt and threw it on the floor. She unfastened her bra and threw it
on the floor as well. She was naked, complete in her intimacy. She unpaused the
video and watched with interest as the lovers on her screen went at it. She put
her left index finger back into her pussy. Her middle finger soon joined it.
She resumed her thrusting motion, masturbating to the video. Her right hand
went up and started caressing her breasts. Fortunately, the video was long,
because she didn't know how long that it would take to build up to orgasm.
She'd never had an orgasm before and was eagerly anticipating it. She felt its
approach. She leaned back and stabbed herself furiously. Her breath quickened.
Her heart was racing. Closer. Closer...
Suddenly, she crested. Her orgasm overtook her like a blue crush. Her body
shook. Moans escaped from her lips. It lasted for only several seconds, but it
felt like an eternity. She looked up at the ceiling, closed her eyes, and
reveled in the sensation.
When her orgasm had subsided, she opened her eyes and looked down. Her
breathing and heartbeat slowly returned to normal. She removed her fingers from
her pussy. They were coated in her cum. She brought them to her lips and sucked
them clean. It was her first time tasting her own juices. She decided she liked
it, despite - or perhaps because of - the salty taste. Her pussy was still wet,
so she scooped up the remaining cum with her fingers and helped herself to that
as well.
She closed the video. She picked up her can of Pepsi, opened it, and took a big
gulp. For the next few minutes, she just sat there, naked, drinking, relaxing,
meditating on what she'd done. She'd been aroused by a lesbian porn video.
She's masturbated to it. Gotten off on it. Her very first orgasm, and it was to
lesbian sex.
She crushed her can and dropped it on her desk. She stood up, unplugged the
flash drive, and tried to decide where to hide it. She eventually decided to
hide it inside the DVD case of the 1979 Jesus film. She hung her blue jeans and
bra back up. She decided to be a little naughty and put on a pair of shorts
without her panties. She put on her T-shirt. She picked up her socks, panties,
and soda can, opened her door, and left her bedroom.
She went downstairs and into the kitchen. She threw the can into the recycling
hamper in the pantry. Then she went into the garage and threw her socks and
panties into the laundry basket.
Suddenly, the garage door opened, and Alice drove the family's station wagon
inside. After she parked and shut off the engine, she and her husband, Harold
"Hal" Cooper, got out and closed the doors.
Alice smiled and held up a bag. "I got burgers and fries from Pop's."
Pop's was a local greasy spoon. The food wasn't at all nutritious, but it was
cheap; to Alice Cooper; that was all that mattered.
The three of them went into the kitchen. They sat at the table. Alice opened
the bag and took out three bacon double cheeseburgers and a side of large
fries. They started eating.
"So, Betty, I hear you made a friend today."
Betty looked at her dad. "Yeah."
"How is she?"
Betty shrugged. "She seems pretty nice. Ronnie doesn't like her. Apparently,
Cheryl's daddy's trying to buy out her daddy or something."
Hal laughed and shook his head. "One-percenter drama."
Betty smiled. "She has a nice mansion."
Alice looked at her in surprise. "You went to her home?"
Betty realized it was a mistake to admit that and tried to do damage control.
"Yeah. It's an old Scottish mansion on the north end of town. She actually
doesn't have a very luxurious room, and there are plenty to choose from, so I'm
guessing she's pretty humble." She shrugged. "A lot more than Ronnie, anyway."
Alice stared at her for a moment and looked like she was about to say something
- but then dropped the subject. "Do you have any homework?"
Betty felt relief. "Nah, just some studying."
"Oh, your bookbag's in the wagon. I forgot to bring it in."
"That's okay, I'll get it."
"So what did you do to pass the time while waiting for us?" Alice asked.
Betty tried to be cool about it. She gave her mom a casual smile. "Oh, not
much. Just unwound a bit."
To Be Continued...
***** Trying Different Things *****
Chapter Summary
     The girls try out some extra-curricular activities. Betty's
     exploration of her sexuality continues.
The Awakening of Betty Cooper
Chapter 02:
"Trying Different Things"
Written By
Mark Moore
Author's note: The first chapter of this story has been far more popular than I
ever could have imagined, so a big thank you goes out to all of the readers.
Please enjoy this second chapter. Feedback is appreciated.
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The following story is copyright © 2018 by Mark Moore.
BC
Betty Cooper was having a bad morning, and the school day technically hadn't
even begun yet. She had tried masturbating in the shower last night, but her
mom had banged on the door. Then she started masturbating in bed and wanted to
really take her time and explore her pussy...and ended up falling asleep. So to
say she was feeling frustrated was putting it mildly.
"Hey!"
Betty started. She looked over and saw her best friend, Veronica Lodge,
standing next to her. Veronica was grinning. Today's color: red.
"Don't do that!" Betty exclaimed.
"Sor-ry. Anyway, try-outs start today after school. Let's go to the gym and try
out for the River Vixens."
Betty tried to think of how to respond. "Uh..."
"Hey, Betty!" Cheryl came by, grinning. She was wearing blue jeans, white
sneakers, and a T-shirt with a floral print. She had on an aquamarine shade of
lipstick.
Veronica looked at Cheryl in annoyance. "Excuse me! Private conversation!"
"I need no excuse. I'm-"
"Yeah, yeah, get a new catchphrase."
Betty actually wanted to talk with Cheryl and looked at Veronica. "I'll see you
in class, Ronnie."
Veronica frowned at her and gave Cheryl a parting dirty look before walking
away.
Cheryl grinned. "So how'd you like it?"
"It was good, thanks."
"How many times did you masturbate?" Cheryl asked.
Betty feigned innocence. "What? I didn't."
"Yeah, don't lie; you totally did. How many times did you double-click your
mouse?"
"Three times."
"Did you orgasm?"
"Once."
"Just once?"
"Yeah. I tried it twice more, but I was unsuccessful."
"Maybe you need a little extra stimulation."
Betty felt embarrassed and tried to change the subject. "Try-outs start today
after school."
"What are you trying out for?"
"I don't know. I'm not exactly sure what's open."
"Maybe they'll talk about it on the morning show."
Betty sighed. "Great."
The warning bell rang.
Betty closed her locker. "I gotta get to class."
"See ya at lunch."
"Yeah, later." Betty walked away.
BC
Betty sat in her English class. Veronica sat to her right. Ms. Grundy finished
taking attendance and then turned on the television for the morning
announcements. Betty was actually interested in them this time. The co-anchors,
a girl and a boy, appeared on the screen, sitting at a table.
"Good morning, Raccoons. I'm Katy Lemore."
"And I'm Seth Reynolds."
"Track and field try-outs will be held today after school. Please meet Coach
Cooper out on the track." Katy smiled. "See if you have what it takes by
competing against me."
"The junior varsity football team will hold try-outs today after school. Please
meet Coach Clayton out on the field."
"The River Vixens will hold try-outs today after school. Please meet in the
gym. Those that pass the initial round will perform in front of Coach Cooper
after the track and field try-outs."
"The computer programming club is looking for new members. If interested,
please meet in room 107 today after school."
Betty smiled.
BC
Betty, Veronica, and Ethel were sitting at their table in the school cafeteria,
eating lunch.
"So I'll meet you in the gym for River Vixens try-outs, right?" Veronica asked
Betty.
"Um, well, y'see..."
Suddenly, Cheryl arrived and sat down at their table. "Hi, friends. Allow me to
brighten your humdrum work-a-day lives."
Veronica rolled her eyes. "Make yourself comfortable, why don'tcha?"
"Well, there's not much that I can do with this stupid plastic chair."
"Anyway, Betty and I are trying out for the River Vixens."
"Actually, I'm not."
Veronica looked at Betty in surprise. "What? Why not?"
"Because I don't wanna be a cheerleader."
"Why the hell not? Cheerleaders are, like, school royalty."
"I think it's stupid. Why would you put in all of that hard work to learn the
cheers and routines just to elaborately support someone else? What will it get
you? What will it matter in four years? Sure, you might get on a college
cheerleading squad, but four years of that, and then what? The only thing that
it's good for is becoming a professional cheerleader, and that career isn't
exactly known for its longevity."
Veronica thought about that and sighed. "Damn your logic. I still wanna try
out, though."
"I don't."
Veronica looked at Cheryl in surprise. "Seriously?"
Cheryl shrugged. "Betty has a point. Besides, you know a lot of it will consist
of practice, standing around, road trips, and begging for money from complete
strangers in front of Walmart to raise money for one thing or another."
Veronica felt herself being filled with dread, but then she shrugged and stuck
a french fry in her mouth. "Well, good. One less competitor."
Cheryl smiled smugly. "I would've kicked your ass."
Veronica smiled right back at her. "Well, we'll never know."
"So what are you trying out for, Betty?" Ethel asked.
Betty shrugged. "Nothing. I don't wanna play sports. Sure, it might lead to a
college scholarship and a future career, but is really worth the inevitable
injuries and hospital visits? It just seems like it'd be a big inconvenience to
my life. Besides, there are enough athletes in the world. I'd rather pursue
something more...productive and...substantial."
"And what would that be?" Veronica asked, biting into her hamburger.
"I was thinking the computer programming club."
Veronica rolled her eyes. "You've got to be kidding. You'd be surrounded by a
bunch of nerds."
"So?" Betty asked.
"Fine. Do what you want."
Betty smiled. "Thank you for your permission, Your Highness. I've always had a
fascination with technology and other science. I think it's way past time that
it stopped being considered a 'male field'."
Ethel smiled. "That actually sounds like something that I might be into. I'll
join you, Betty."
"Great." Betty looked at Cheryl. "How about it, Cheryl?"
Cheryl shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Veronica stood up and picked up her tray. "Excuse me. I'm gonna use the rest of
lunch to get in good with the captain of the River Vixens." She walked away.
Ethel stood up and picked up her tray. "I promised my mom that I'd call her.
She wanted to know if I'd be staying later and needing a ride home."
Betty realized something. "Right. I should let my mom know."
Cheryl looked at Betty. "Why? The computer club meeting shouldn't last anywhere
near as long as track and field and River Vixens try-outs."
Betty looked at Cheryl. "True, but she'll wonder where I am otherwise."
Cheryl smiled and playfully rolled her eyes. "Always the good little daughter."
"Anyway, see ya." Ethel walked away.
Cheryl leaned in close to Betty. "So how'd you like the stick?"
Betty smiled. "It was great, thanks."
"Details, girl. I've already started curating material for a second one for
you."
Betty was surprised. "How much porn do you have?"
"Enough to get the entire planet off." Cheryl stuck a french fry in her mouth.
"Wow. Okay, well, no tattoos, please. Those are a turn-off for me."
"Ugh, same. I try to screen that shit out. Don't tell me that I missed some."
"Afraid so."
"Okay, no tats. What else?"
"No fake boobs."
"I can't always spot them, but I'll try. What else?"
"This might sound horrible, and I'm not a racist, but...no black people.
Nothing against them, just not my thing as far as...arousal is concerned. I
prefer whites and Asians."
"Understood. What else?"
"That's it as far as...that stuff goes. I'd like more music with cursing. It
turns me on."
"Will do."
"Thanks."
"So how was your orgasm?" Cheryl asked, biting into her hamburger.
"It was...incredible." Betty took a bite of her hamburger, chewed, and
swallowed. "I'd never felt anything like that before. All of that energy, all
of that emotion, rippling through my body like crescendoing waves."
Cheryl smiled. "I know what you mean. I had my first orgasm when I was nine.
I've been addicted ever since."
Betty's mouth opened in surprise. "Nine?"
"Uh-huh."
"Wow. Well, do you have any advice?"
"You mean any advice that I, the grand master, wish to impart upon you, the
humble student?" Cheryl asked.
Betty laughed. "Uuuhhh, yeah."
Cheryl shrugged. "Try different things. See what works."
Betty was surprised. "That's it?"
"That's it. With masturbation, as with science, there are always new methods to
try, new wonders to discover. Put some stuff in there and see what gets you
off."
Betty smiled. "Okay, I will, thanks."
Cheryl smiled. "Any time, my faithful student."
BC
Betty and the other girls changed into their gym clothes in the girls' locker
room. For the first time, Betty got a good view of the girls' cleavage, and she
compared them. Ethel had decidedly A-cup breasts. Veronica's breasts were C-
cup. Cheryl and Katy's breasts were D-cup. Betty's breasts were B-cup.
"Are any of you girls trying out for the track and field team?" Katy asked.
A girl with short platinum blonde hair looked at Katy. "I am."
Katy looked at her. "Who are you?"
The girl smiled. "Sabrina Spellman."
"You a freshman?" Katy asked.
"Yeah."
Katy grinned. "This'll be fun."
Sabrina felt confused and a bit intimidated.
Betty looked at her. Sabrina Spellman: C-cup. She noticed an encircled, silver,
five-pointed star pendant hanging from a silver necklace around Sabrina's neck.
The pendant lay on top of Sabrina's bra.
The warning bell rang. Betty put on her sleeveless shirt and closed and locked
her locker. She stared at Cheryl and Katy's breasts until they put on their own
shirts.
Everyone headed into the gym.
Betty noticed her mom and walked over to her. "Hi."
Alice smiled. "Hi. Are you trying out for track and field after class? Or maybe
the River Vixens?"
Betty could sense the hopefulness in her mom's voice and felt a little bad.
"Actually, um, Cheryl, Ethel, and I are joining the computer programming club."
"Oh."
"Yeah." Betty paused and thought for a moment. "It's a useful skill."
Alice nodded. "Of course. We'll, uh, probably be way late getting home."
"No problem. Cheryl can drop me off."
Alice thought about it. "All right. I'll give you the house key after class.
But I want to meet with her parents one of these days, sooner rather than
later."
Betty suppressed the urge to call her mom an interrogator. "Of course. Thanks."
The tardy bell rang.
Alice clapped her hands. "All right, everyone, gather around!"
BC
After class, the girls that weren't trying out for track and field or the River
Vixens went back into the girls' locker room to change back into their regular
clothes. Betty, Cheryl, and Ethel were among them.
"So who else do you think will be in computer club?" Ethel asked.
Betty shrugged. "Beats me."
"Do you think maybe Forsythe is gonna be in it?" Ethel asked.
"Who?" Cheryl asked.
Betty smiled. "Jughead. His real name is Forsythe Pendleton Jones III."
Cheryl frowned. "Dumbass name. But why does he go by 'Jughead'? It isn't
exactly an improvement."
"Oh, his parents nicknamed him that, and it stuck."
Cheryl shook her head in disbelief. "Grounds for divorcing his parents."
Alice walked out of her office and over to Betty. She offered her the house
key. Betty took it and put it in her back-left jeans pocket.
Alice looked at Cheryl. "Thanks for giving Betty a ride home, Cheryl."
Cheryl smiled. "Anytime, Mrs. Cooper."
"So when would be a good time to meet your parents?" Alice asked.
Cheryl was confused. "I'm sorry?"
Betty felt embarrassed. "Sorry, I haven't passed it on to her yet." She looked
at Cheryl. "My mom wants to meet your parents."
"Oh." Cheryl looked from Betty to Alice. "No problem. I'll pass it along."
Alice smiled. "Great. Thanks." She turned and started walking away.
"Oh, where would you prefer to meet?" Cheryl asked.
Alice turned, looked at her, and shrugged. "Wherever's convenient. Actually,
there's a faculty workday tomorrow, so maybe they could come by the school at
around noon. We can do lunch."
Cheryl tried to keep from smiling in amusement as she thought of her parents
sitting in the faculty lounge, eating the food of the commoners. "I'll suggest
it."
"Cool." Alice turned and walked back into her office.
Betty smiled. "Faculty workday, yes! I live for those!"
The three girls left the gym and headed for room 107.
"Do you think maybe Dilton Doiley will be in the computer club?" Ethel asked.
Cheryl looked at her. "Holy shit, Ethel, I completely forgot all about you."
Ethel sighed.
"Anyway, why do you care who's there?" Cheryl asked her. "It's a club. We're
not there to socialize."
Ethel smiled shyly. "Don't tell my mom, but...I kinda have a crush on him."
Cheryl smiled. "Oooh, Ethel, cravin' cock. You go, girl!"
Ethel brushed. "It's nothing like that."
Cheryl looked at Betty. "Who's Dilton Doiley?"
Betty shrugged. "Resident geek, black hair, short, glasses. I've known him
since elementary school but don't really know him, y'know? Seems nice enough."
They arrived at room 107. Cheryl opened the door and let Betty and Ethel in,
and then she walked in. The door closed behind her.
"Here for the computer club?" Seth asked.
Cheryl stared at him. "Yeah. That's why we came here. You the resident genius?"
He frowned. "Have a seat. There are a few empty computers in the first row." He
walked away.
The girls looked. The first row was the only one that was occupied, and it was
all boys. They walked over and sat together, Ethel to Betty's left and Cheryl
to Betty's right.
Ethel leaned in close to her friends and grinned. "I see Dilton."
Cheryl shrugged. "So go and talk to him."
Ethel thought about it. "Mmmm, maybe later."
Seth walked to the front of the classroom. "Okay, welcome to computer
programming club. I see we've got some prospective new members."
Betty, Cheryl, and Ethel looked at each other, confused over his choice of
words.
"Let's go around and introduce ourselves. I'm Seth Reynolds. I've been with the
club since I was a freshman, and I'm now a senior."
"How many years is that?" Cheryl quizzed.
"Four."
Cheryl made a buzzer sound effect with her voice. "Three, genius. Thanks for
playing."
Seth rolled his eyes. "I stand corrected. Okay, let's go down the row."
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Betty, Cheryl, and Ethel walked out of the classroom.
"I was so confused!"
Betty looked at Cheryl. "Me, too, but it was just the first day."
Cheryl looked at Ethel. "Ethel, you didn't talk to Dilton."
"I'm scared. He's so intimidating."
Betty and Cheryl exchanged skeptical looks.
Suddenly, Dilton walked up beside Ethel. "Hi, Ethel."
Ethel looked at him. "Oh. Hi, Dilton."
"Are you enjoying computer programming club?"
"It's okay, I guess. Kinda intimidating."
Dilton shrugged. "Honestly, I found it to be a bit basic. Not Basic as in the
language but basic as in...basic."
A short stretch of uncomfortable silence passed between them.
"I've been programming since sixth grade. If you want, I can show you some of
my code."
"What?" Ethel asked.
Cheryl playfully elbowed Ethel closer to Dilton. "Yeah, Ethel, check out his
'code'." Then she linked her right arm with Betty's left arm and pulled her
along. "See ya!" She looked at Betty. "Rule #1: Never cock-block your friend."
Betty chuckled. "Okay. Hey, let's head out to the track. I should let my mom
know I'm heading home."
Cheryl smiled. "Such a good little girl."
BC
Betty and Cheryl walked out to the track. Alice and various students were
standing there. Katy, Sabrina, and some other students were doing cool-down
stretches.
Alice was going over statistics on a clipboard. "Okay, listen up. Here's who
made the cut: Katy Lemore, Sabrina Spellman, Tomoko Yoshida, Kim Wong, Kumi
Tamura. If you didn't make the cut, don't lose heart; you can try again next
week. Okay, that's it."
Katy looked at Sabrina. "Congrats, Spellman."
Sabrina smiled. "Thanks, Katy."
Seth came over and put an arm around Katy. The two of them kissed and walked
away, arms around each other.
Betty watched as the various girls left the track, and then she looked at her
mom. "Hey, um, just wanted to let you know I'm going home."
Alice smiled. "Okay. I'm heading back into the gym for River Vixens try-outs.
Are you sure you don't wanna try out?"
Betty shook her head. "I'm sure."
Cheryl shook her head. "Yeah, I'm good."
"How was computer programming club?"
Betty shrugged. "Kinda intimidating, but we'll probably get used to it."
"There are leftovers in the fridge. They need to be finished today."
"Okay."
Alice grinned. "It also means I don't have to make dinner. Do you have any
homework?"
"Yeah, English and Algebra."
"Okay, well, I gotta get going. See you later."
"'Kay."
Betty and Cheryl turned and walked back to the school.
"Do you wanna go to my place first?" Cheryl offered. "Get somethin' to drink?"
"Nah, I wanna get home and get in an much me time as possible before my parents
get home."
Cheryl smiled. "Understood."
BC
After thanking Cheryl for the ride home, Betty quickly checked the mailbox,
picked up the mail, went inside, took off her sneakers, left the mail on the
coffee table, and headed upstairs.
She entered her bedroom, closed the door, turned on her computer, tossed her
bookbag onto her bed, and started taking off her clothes.
She took out her cell phone and the house key and put them on her desk. She
hung up her blue jeans. She tossed her T-shirt, socks, bra, and panties onto
her bed. Then she typed in her MSN password and sat in her chair.
She opened Firefox and checked the various e-mails that she'd received, all of
which were either notifications that she'd subscribed to from various sites or
notifications of her music purchases on Amazon - all sanctioned by her mom, of
course.
An idea occurred to her. She closed her browser, stood up, opened the door,
left her bedroom, and walked downstairs.
She felt nervous about what she was doing, but she was reasonably confident
that her parents wouldn't come home earlier than expected. She went into the
kitchen, took the bowl of leftovers and a can of regular Pepsi out of the
fridge, set them on the counter, got a plate from the cabinet and a fork from
the drawer, and put the leftover faux Chinese food that her mom had prepared on
the plate. To Alice Cooper, "Chinese food" consisted of chicken, beef, pork,
rice, a bit of frozen vegetables, and a mix of soy sauce and teriyaki sauce,
the latter of which already contained soy sauce. Betty nuked the leftovers in
the microwave for two minutes. She took the plate, fork, and drink and went
back into the living room. She went upstairs.
She entered her bedroom, closed the door, and set the plate, fork, and can on
top of her dresser. They'd be there, waiting for her, when she was done with
business.
Betty got her flash drive out of its secret hiding spot in the Jesus DVD case
and plugged it into her computer. She sat in her chair.
First, she decided to watch some mixed videos. She found some starring Sasha
Grey. Sasha was very vocal about her wants and was up for seemingly anything.
Betty watched as Sasha was gangbanged, sometimes taking on three cocks at the
same time. Betty started masturbating. She wondered what it would be like to
have an erect penis in her mouth - or in her ass.
Suddenly, an idea hit her. She closed the video, stood up, walked over to her
dresser, and picked up her plastic hairbrush. She made a quick trip to the
bathroom and sterilized the brush by running it under hot water for a few
minutes. Then she returned to her bedroom and closed the door.
Betty sat on the floor, her back pressed against the side of her bed. Holding
the brush in her left hand, she slowly inserted the handle into her pussy. It
felt a bit strange to her, but she tried masturbating with it. After a while,
she grew more confident, plunging it into her pussy repeatedly. She wasn't too
worried, because she'd torn her hymen last year while playing around outside.
She'd bled a bit, but it wasn't particularly painful. She'd told her mom, who
was understanding. Bringing her mind back to the present, she used the fingers
on her right hand to rub herself. She tried to imagine being fucked by a guy.
It wasn't doing much for her. She finally had a small orgasm and removed the
brush from her pussy. It wasn't as effective as she'd hoped.
She stood up and put the brush back on her dresser. She looked around her
bedroom, trying to decide what else to try. She finally noticed her stuffed
teddy bear, sitting on her bed. She got onto her bed on her hands and knees,
put the bear between her legs, and rubbed her clit against the bear's plastic
nose. She thought of Sasha Grey and also of Presley Hart while humping her
bear. After a few minutes, she had a nice orgasm. She cummed on the bear. She
then put it back in its original spot.
She was still horny, so she sat back down in her chair. She opened the lesbian
subdirectory. She watched the video starring Presley Hart and Aidra Fox and
gently rubbed her clit with her left hand while fondling her breasts with her
right hand. She went slow, so she could enjoy the entire video without
climaxing. Once that was done, she thought back to seeing her friends' cleavage
in the girls' locker room earlier in the day. She suddenly wondered what it
would be like to play with another girl's breasts. Cup them. Feel their
fullness in her hands. Kiss them. Suck the nipples. Searching through the
videos, she found some that involved sucking tits and started watching them
while resuming masturbation. The videos were hot. She realized she really loved
the idea of sucking a girl's nipples.
Then she came across a video that blew her mind. Two girls were sitting in a
booth in a 1950s-style diner - kind of like Pop's. Both girls had large
breasts. One of the girls was dressed and made up like a 1950s girl, and the
other girl look modern. Betty briefly wondered if this was a conscious decision
to create a stark contrast between the two girls or just laziness. The girls
were sharing a milkshake. They incorporated the milkshake into breast play.
Soon, 1950s girl was licking and fondling modern girl's breasts and sucking her
right nipple. Modern girl sucked her own left nipple. Betty was amazed and got
immensely turned on.
Her cell phone rang. She sighed, paused the video, and looked at her cell
phone. It was Veronica. She answered the call and picked up the phone.
"Hey."
"He-ey! Guess who made the River Vixens!"
"Congrats."
"I figure a little celebration is in order. How about I take you out to dinner
at Pop's? My treat."
"Um, maybe some other time. I've already warmed up the leftovers that my mom
said had to be eaten today."
"What about tomorrow?" Veronica suggested.
Betty was getting impatient. "I'll have to ask my mom about that when I get
home. Part of it depends on getting my homework done."
"Okay, well, I won't keep you. Bye."
"Bye." Betty ended the call and turned off her phone. She set it down.
She unpaused the video and watched the girls go at it. She inserted her left
index and middle fingers into her pussy. The girls in the video were frenching
each other. 1950s girl resumed sucking modern girl's right nipple and then
played with her breasts. Then modern girl freed 1950s girl's breasts and
feasted on them. Then the two girls resumed their breast play. What amazed and
delighted Betty was the fact that the girls were actually playing with each
other, slapping their breasts together and against each other's face. They were
like little children - but with big boobs. Betty felt around inside her pussy
for a while and then started thrusting in and out while her eyes remained
fixated on the girls on her computer screen. Her right hand went up and started
caressing her breasts.
The girls continued their fun breast play, interrupted by kisses. It seemed to
Betty that they genuinely loved each other. If they weren't in love, they were
certainly good actors. Soon, 1950s girl was sucking modern girl's nipples
lovingly and enthusiastically. Modern girl lay on top of a table, and 1950s
girl feasted on her breasts as if they were a sumptuous meal, always
remembering to pause every so often to give her love a kiss. Betty was finger-
fucking herself like a girl possessed. The video ended with 1950s girl lovingly
hugging modern girl's breasts and resting her head on top of them - as if they
were a very comfortable pillow.
It was just as well that the video was over, because Betty orgasmed at that
instant. She cried out in pleasure, riding her orgasm as a surfer rides a wave.
She enjoyed herself immensely. When it was over, she sucked her fingers clean
of her cum and cleaned up her pussy as well.
She closed the video, stood up, unplugged the flash drive, and entrusted Jesus
to look after her porn.
She picked up her plate and can of Pepsi, sat on the floor with her back
against her bed, and ate her dinner naked. Once that was done, she set her
plate on the floor and decided to see if she could suck her own nipples. She
cupped her left breast and gave it a go. It wasn't as easy as she thought.
Fortunately, she had a long neck, which helped. After craning her neck for a
while, she managed to lick her nipple. Finally, she managed to close her lips
around her nipple. She sucked on it for a while, and then she managed to repeat
the feat on her right breast. It was an interesting experience, but the strain
on her neck somewhat diminished the pleasure that she received from it. She
opened the can and drank her soda. Then she stood up, crushed her can, put it
and the plate on her dresser, and put on a pair of shorts and her T-shirt. She
hung up her bra.
She cleaned up her mess (the plate, fork, and can; the teddy bear was a
different story) and went downstairs. She threw the can into the recycling
hamper in the pantry and washed the dishes. Then she went into the garage and
threw her socks and panties into the laundry basket.
She'd gone back into the kitchen and was getting a chocolate bar from the
fridge when she heard the garage door open. Soon, her parents walked into the
kitchen.
Betty closed the fridge. "Hi."
Alice smiled. "Hi. Finished the leftovers?"
"Yeah. Just gonna go up to my room and do my homework now."
"Cool. Oh, it seems Cheryl talked to her parents, because her mom called me at
school and said she and her husband are on for lunch tomorrow. Your dad's
joining us."
Hal nodded, but it was clear that Alice had roped him into it.
Betty smiled sympathetically. "Cool."
"What did you do to pass the time while we were gone?" Alice asked.
"Oh, just checked my e-mail and watched...stuff."
"What did you watch?" Alice asked.
Betty hadn't expected her mom to be so interrogative. Fortunately, she managed
to think of a response quickly. "Twin Peaks."
"Oh, I remember that show. Well, good luck with your homework. Let me know if
you need any help."
"Yeah, okay." Betty turned and left the kitchen.
BC
Betty had a productive evening. She managed to finish her English and Algebra
homework and even managed to check out Twin Peaks, if only so it'd be in her
viewing activity by her mom's next inspection. Then she got ready for bed.
She walked out of the bathroom and turned off the light. She poked her head
into her parents' bedroom. "Good night."
Hal smiled. "Good night, pook."
Alice smiled. "Good night, honey. Say your prayers."
"Right." Betty quickly went into her bedroom and closed the door.
She kneeled on her bed and said her prayers, which consisted of one Our Father
and one Hail Mary. Then she lay on her back and got under the sheets.
Suddenly, an idea came to her. She took off her pajamas and lay them next to
her in bed. She decided to sleep naked that night - just to see what it was
like. It certainly felt comfortable, her skin having direct contact with the
bed sheets. She lazily started rubbing her clit and managed to have a nice,
quiet orgasm before drifting off to a peaceful slumber.
To Be Continued...
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