One minute, she was laughing, and the next, she wasn’t. Betty found herself on her back, Cedric’s jersey running up her slightly defined of her curved tummy like it was in a race towards her neck, and him between her thighs in a way that felt totally, distinctly and incredibly UN-FRIENDLY. But in a good way. So good good wasn’t ENOUGH of a word to describe it. Good barely stretched to fit the measure of how fucking good this was. Betty Cooper, you should know, did not use the word fuck lightly.
But since it felt like that was what might happen ( GOD, somehow, she’d developed the mind of a guy over the past few years ) it seemed like the right time. The right time to measure the back of his head with all five of her short, pixie-sized fingers, her chipped yellow nail-polish like a CROWN of honeybees hovering over his head.
Betty’s stomach was filled with buzzing; a stadium full of anticipation welling like fireworks, but god, she was so… wet. She bit her lip like that could hide it, but all it did was cause another of those heart-stopping rolls of his hips to collide with hers. It should have been WEIRD feeling his length press into her, but it felt… natural. Like this was just the next step in their friendship, like this was –––
“ RIGHT THERE! ” She gasped, startled by the sound of her voice, how it was unrecognizable with bathed in want. Dizzied, she peers through the honey-thick desire clouding her eyes and nods. She knows what Cedric means… what he wants.
She wants it too.
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