Title: The Kisser
Author: John O'Connor
Email: lushcoltrane@yahoo.com
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Betty/Veronica
Category: Beginnings
Date: January 1, 2024
Series: None.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Archie Comics. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. No profit is intended or wanted for this story.
Summary: A phantom kisser smooches Riverdale High's hottest girls.
Notes: Based on the story The Kisser Strikes! from Archie #143, published in February 1964. The original story was written by Frank Doyle with art by Harry Lucey. Up until the plan by the girls at Riverdale High to expose the Kisser, this story is entirely theirs with a few minor embellishments. After the entrapment plan, the story is all mine.
Night fell over Riverdale...
Veronica Lodge, the self-proclaimed Queen Bee of Riverdale High, especially the senior class, stood outside the family's multi-car garage as the door closed, protecting her motorized baby. Her stylish green ensemble was about to be mussed.
As she turned, a figure came out of the shadows and pulled her into a passionate kiss. After the best kiss of her young life, she was released and fell to the pavement.
Her beautiful head spinning, Veronica managed to say, "Why... Why...he kissed me!!!"
Gathering her wits, the raven-haired debutante ran after the mystery man. Whoever it was ran down the driveway and plunged into those bushes!
A rustling noise greeted Ronnie and she muttered, "Someone's in there? Who is it?"
Carefully moving around one of the expertly trimmed bushes, she saw a familiar blonde sitting on the grass. Betty Cooper's face was a stunned expression of happiness and confusion. "Duh-uh!"
"Betty! What in the world...?" Ronnie asked as she helped Betty to her feet.
"Somebody just kissed me!" Betty exclaimed, pointing blindly further into the Lodge grounds. "...And took off!"
"You too?" Veronica asked. "The same thing happened to me! We've got a prowler... A kissing maniac on our hands!"
"That's not where he kissed me," Betty said with a knowing smile. The pony-tailed blonde brushed the grass from the seat of her red pants then adjusted her pink top, even as she started for the street saying, "Besides...I've heard of worse kinds of nuts! 'Night!"
Veronica watched her best friend walk away, confused and curious about this weird night.
The next day in school, the conversation was all about the phantom kisser. Especially among the girls. "Isn't it exciting?" "Something should be done about him!" "Nothing drastic like stopping him, I hope!" "It could be any one of the boys!"
Midge Klump, a small, pretty girl wearing a white, button-down shirt and a tight tan-patterned midi-skirt, broke away and walked up to her boyfriend, Moose Mason, one of the star football players at Riverdale High. "I hope it's not you, Moosie."
The big man blushed, "Aww... Midge..." Then he turned angry, "But whoever it is better not try kissin' you!"
Turning away, Midge sighed, "Hhmmmph! Party pooper!" Parting as the class bell rang, over her shoulder, Midge continues, "Well, don't worry, Moose! He's probably not interested in ugly ol' me!"
Moose barked out a laugh, "Hah! Some ugly!"
As Midge walked down an empty school hallway, she thought, Besides...with the big lunk around, he'd have to be out of his mind to make a pass at me!
Midge squealed as a brown paper bag was pulled over her head from behind, covering her eyes. It was pulled tight but left her lips available as the Kissing Bandit macked on another Riverdale girl. It was just as wet and passionate as the kisses Ronnie and Betty told them about earlier.
Falling to the floor, the bag still over her face, Midge sat up and smiled as she said, "Hey! How do you like that? I made it! I've been kissed by the Kisser!"
A few minutes later, her head still spinning from the kiss, Midge was confronted by two other girls as they pressed for details. The honey-blonde asked, "Tell us again, Midge."
The other girl, with lighter blonde hair, stated, "You lucky girl, you!"
Beyond them Reggie Mantle and Archie Andrews were leaning against the wall, fuming. Standing up, his hands on his hips, Reggie declared, "I don't think it's funny!"
Archie declared, "This kook has got to be caught!"
Seeing a familiar auburn-haired girl, they both raced down the corridor after her. Archie spoke up, "Jenny, will you help us?"
"We want to set a trap for the Kisser," Reggie added.
Her yellow top and tight black skirt would normally get the boys' interest but, at the moment, their one-track minds were fixated on the Kissing Bandit. She turned to them and said, "I'd love to see who he is."
Flanking Jenny, Archie and Reggie outlined their plan, skimpy as it was. Archie said, "We leave school after dark. You'll be the lure to make him strike."
Reggie said, "When he does, we pounce on him!"
Later...
Archie and Reggie walk out the front doors of the school with Jenny. Soon, in a nearby park, the boys try to hide behind a tree as Jenny strolls along a walkway.
Archie hisses, "Don't follow too closely. Hold back a little."
Reggie nods, "Yeah, we don't want to scare him off."
They moved to better cover behind a bush as Jenny follows the curved walkway. Another figure comes up from behind.
Reggie elbows Archie, "Somebody's comin'! Arch! Look!"
Archie can't believe his eyes, "Holy Mackerel! It...it...it's Jughead!!!"
"Boy! Old 'woman-hater' must be the Kisser!" Reggie said, his face still held an expression of disbelief.
Archie waved that thought off, "You're out of your mind!"
They continued on, still hiding behind tall bushes, as Reggie pled his case, "Look Arch, it's always the one you least suspect."
Archie argued, "Baloney! Jughead is the last guy in the world who'd be caught kissing a girl!"
They froze when they heard a high-pitched cry and the wet sound of a kiss. Then they charged across the grass to find Jenny getting up from the pavement, "Did you get him?"
Ignoring the question, Reggie said, "Last guy in the world, eh?"
Archie could only say, "I guess it was Jug."
"He was the only one around!"
Rather than replying, Archie directed, "Spread out! We'll get him!"
Reggie ran off one way as Archie ran the other. In the darkness under the trees, Archie didn't see the low branch. He was out like a light on the grass for several seconds.
As Archie slowly got to his feet, Reggie came up with a struggling Jughead in tow. "The mystery is solved, Arch! I've got the Kisser!"
Archie's memory was playing tricks. Thinking he passed out from a kiss, he said, "Turn him loose, Reg! The mystery is more mysterious than ever..."
Later, as Archie rubbed the mysterious, tender bump on his forehead, Reggie hooked his thumb back towards Jughead, "Are you trying to say that Jughead kissed you?"
Archie quickly responded, "Of course not! I'm saying Jughead isn't the Kisser! The Kisser must be a girl!"
Reggie scoffed, "The same girl who kissed Betty, Veronica, Midge and a half dozens others?"
"Yeah..."
Reggie declared, "The Kisser isn't a girl. He's a nut!"
Jughead finally joined the conversation, "Maybe a nearsighted nut?"
Archie walked off, "Well, I'm going to get to the bottom of this Kisser mystery!"
"Know something, Jug?" Reggie asked.
"What?"
"I didn't see any girl around."
"Well, I didn't kiss him!" Jughead replied.
Riverdale High the following morning...
Midge was with two other girls, discussing the Kisser. The blonde asked, "What do you think of this new development?"
Midge smiled, "A mystery figure who kisses all the girls!"
The third girl added, "And Archie!"
No one questioned Archie's claim he was kissed, even with the knot on his head.
Reggie, snooping as usual (especially when Midge was around), stood nearby with a smug look and asked, "Isn't it obvious?"
"What do you mean, Reggie?" Midge asked in lieu of a response.
The blonde asked, "What's so obvious?"
Reg confidently stated, "Nobody kissed Archie!" He held up his index finger as he made his point, "He invented that story to throw off suspicion...because Archie is the Kisser!"
"By golly, I'll bet that's it!" Midge declared.
"But how can we prove it?"
Reggie stood in the background again, a new smug expression on his face.
"We'll trap him!" the brown-haired girl said. "How?"
"Not like his phony trap," Midge promised.
Then, as Betty walked nearby, Midge added, "If Archie is the Kisser, we'll make it easy for him. We'll provide him lots of targets!"
Betty's mind raced. She knew the bruise on his forehead came from running head-long into the low branch. And she knew no one kissed Archie the night before. And... I know Archie isn't the Kisser but I can't tell anyone how I know. I thought that bump on his head from the tree would give it away. Then again, Archie will enjoy having so many girls 'fall' for him.'
As Midge and several other girls found ways to fall into Archie's arms, hoping for a kiss, Betty knew it was time to fulfill her plan.
(This is where I leave the original story.)
Darkness fell in Riverdale early this time of year. After a quick dinner with her parents, Betty told them she was off to study with Veronica. Grabbing a small bottle, a clean rag and a plastic baggie that she had stashed in the front closet, the perky blonde set off.
As she neared the Lodge estate, she ducked into the shadows and slowly approached the large house. The Edwardian architecture didn't present many handholds but Betty, using her expertise from her earlier tom-boy days, worked with what was there along with the ivy growing up the south wall to climb up to the balcony outside of Veronica's room.
Before she began her climb, she peeped into the dining room to see Ronnie with her parents finishing dinner. Betty smiled, Perfect.
The sole light in the bedroom was a small lamp on the bedside table. Quietly entering the room, Betty set the bottle of chloroform on Ronnie's desk with the rag and plastic bag. Got to remember to return that bottle to the chem lab at school.
As she heard the future heiress coming towards her room, Betty dribbled some of the liquid onto the rag, carefully holding her breath. Then she got behind the door before it opened.
An arm wrapped around Veronica's body from the rear as a sickly-sweet smelling cloth covered her mouth and nose before she could make a sound. She fell limply in Betty's arms.
Before dragging Veronica to her queen-sized, four-poster bed, Betty pulled the plastic baggy from her pocket and put the rag in it, sealing the bag and the potent fumes inside. Then, breathing again, she got the brunette on the bed.
Opening Veronica's walk-in closet, Betty turned on the light and gasped, "It's bigger than my entire room at home!"
The clothing was sorted by type on the different racks so Betty had no trouble finding the silk scarves Ronnie often wore. Grabbing several of them, she walked back to the bed. She knotted eight scarves into four longer scarves.
Still undecided how to handle the recumbent girl's clothes, and realizing Ronnie would be out for a few more minutes, Betty decided to simply remove them completely. First, she lightly gagged Ronnie with another of the scarves to keep her quiet as the anesthesia wore off. The blouse came off easily. However, Betty froze when she removed the lacy bar. As the bra came off and those lovely mounds emerged, Betty could only think, Ronnie's breasts... Oh my... They're perfect!
Shaking her head, she grabbed two of the tied scarves. First one wrist, then the other were tied to the bed posts. Pulling the shoes off, Betty slid the slacks off the brunette. Then, with shaking hands, she slipped the lacy panties down. Forcing herself to ignore the core of her desire, she took the remaining scarves and tied Ronnie's ankles to the other bed posts.
Now, Betty gazed in awe at the beautiful girl bound before her in all Veronica's naked glory. She whispered, "Even if this doesn't work, so worth it..."
Betty being Betty, she took Ronnie's clothes and loosely folded them and placed them atop the laundry hamper in the closet. Then she slowly peeled off her own clothes, draping them over the desk chair. Finally, the naked blonde slowly returned to the bed and sat on the edge. She reached over and stroked Ronnie's beautiful face with the backs of her fingers.
With a deep breath, Betty muttered, "As our friends in Merry Olde Englande would say, 'In for a penny, in for a pound'..."
She crawled across the mattress and settled herself over Veronica. The feeling of the rich girl's firm tits against her own was wonderful. Even more exciting was the feel of Veronica's triangle of dark fur nestling with Betty's own, lighter colored pubic curls.
Betty started off softly kissing the closed eyelids then the tip of the other girl's nose. She kissed and nibbled on one of Ronnie's ears, toying with the small, dangling earring that pierced the lobe.
She heard a soft purring sound as she did this and Betty was pleasantly surprised that Veronica was getting excited, even in her comatose state. The brunette's nipples hardened and pressed into Betty's own tits. She also felt a growing heat near her groin that was almost as intense as her own.
The kissing resumed, moving down the warm flesh until Betty was face to nipple with one of Ronnie's boobs. She paused, feeling nervous and uncertain - more than at any time since she had started down this path.
What no one in Riverdale knew was that Betty was strongly attracted to women. While she had loved Archie since they were toddlers, she found her attraction to Veronica growing exponentially larger (she knew the term thanks to Dilton Doily's tutoring her in geometry the previous semester). Finally, she couldn't resist her desires and began the Kissing Bandit campaign. Unfortunately, other than getting to kiss many of the girls from school, she hadn't decided what to do after the initial kissing spree. (While it was fun kissing so many pretty girls, none of them were Veronica.)
Finally, she decided to throw caution to the wind and have her way with Veronica.
Betty stared at the hard nipple rising from the full, sexy mound and swallowed once, twice, then lowered her mouth to begin sucking that nubbin. She flicked it with her tongue and gently bit it before sucking more of the sleeping woman's tit into her mouth. Betty moved to the other nipple to copy the fun she had on the first one.
God, I love this! I love how this nipple feels in my mouth. How delicious Veronica's skin tastes. And the dampness that's growing on my thigh. Betty was, of course, feeling the growing secretions from Veronica's pussy where it pressed her leg even as her own juices were flowing over Veronica's thigh. The body responded to the pleasure even if the mind was shut down.
After spending several minutes sucking one breast then the other before returning to the original, Betty began to kiss downward on the warm, limp body. Licks and simple kisses peppered Veronica's tummy until Betty reached her navel. Betty's tongue came out and she began to lick the shallow depression, essentially French kissing Ronnie's belly button. She licked around and into the brunette's belly button, probing the shallow dip.
This evoked a louder noise from the slowly rousing captive. Her lower body moved a bit in a sinuous fashion. This caused Ronnie's wet core to rub against Betty's flat tummy, spreading her juices on the blonde while adding to Ronnie's semi-conscious arousal.
Betty continued her kissing trail across Veronica's toned lower belly, licking and gently kissing the soft skin. Then she arrived at her goal. She had to gaze at it for a long moment. I finally get to see Ronnie's treasure! I beat them all - Archie, Reggie and any of those other boys...
Before the blonde's gaze was a nearly perfect triangle of dark fur that glistened in the low light. The musky aroma filled Betty's nostrils and she took several deep breaths, inhaling as much as she could. Then she lowered her head and nuzzled that arousal-damp patch, her nose moving through the black curls, enjoying the tickly sensations, inhaling more and more of the musk.
Next came Betty's tongue. She licked through the dewy pubic hair, tasting another girl's essence for the first time. She knew then she would never get enough. She whispered into that fragrant garden, "I love how you taste, Ronnie..."
Betty moved back up to whisper in Veronica's ear, "I love you, Veronica Lodge!"
She pulled the gag away for a moment to kiss her love. Even in her sleeping state, Ronnie's tongue reacted to Betty's intrusion, licking Betty's tongue before sliding into Betty's mouth.
As if in a fairy tale, the kissing woke Veronica who's eyes widened as she felt the weight of her friend on her and realized she and Betty were kissing passionately.
Quickly turning her head to break the heady kiss, she gasped, "Betty! What is going on?" Betty tried to claim Ronnie's lips again but was denied, "No! What are you doing? Why are my hands and feet tied? Why are you...naked? Hey! Why am I naked?!?"
Betty managed to quiet Ronnie with her mouth again and her tongue snaked in past Veronica's protests. The debutante's tongue instinctively responded and the heated kissing resumed even as Ronnie tried to pull away. Ronnie recognized the sensation of this tongue in her mouth.
Betty pulled back slightly, rubbing her nose to Ronnie's as she begged, "Please, Ronnie... I've wanted you for so long and... I..."
"You love me," Veronica said in a low voice remembering what Betty said in what she considered a dream.
"Yes... And, even if you never will love me back, I want to...make you feel good. I want to make you happy... Please?"
Suppressing her initial urge to call out for help, Veronica looked at Betty's hopeful, fearful gaze. Something unexpected for the heiress happened. She suddenly realized that she had feelings for the perky blonde beyond just friendship. I guess I always have. That's why we never stayed mad with each other over the years... Even when we were fighting over Archie.
Ronnie craned her head and pressed her lips to Betty's. The blonde was taken by surprise but then a big grin spread across her face. Veronica asked, "I'm okay with this. I...I think I always have been. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Betty nodded, her ponytail bouncing, "Um-hmmm."
"Then untie me?"
Betty smiled wickedly as she shook her head, "Uh-uh..."
"But why..."
Veronica was interrupted by another kiss. Then she was left with only wordless moans as Betty began to assail her tits again. So much better than her erotic dream. Or was it a dream?
When Betty started to move from the left to the right mound, Ronnie managed to ask, "You...you already did..."
Betty's response was muffled as she was tonguing Ronnie's nipple, "Um-hmmm..."
After suckling on Ronnie's tits again, Betty moved down to French kiss her navel again.
"It wasn't just a dream..."
This time, Betty muttered into Ronnie's tummy, "Uh-uh..."
"It's all real?"
"Um-hmmm..." Betty hummed into Ronnie's belly, her tongue continuing to dart around that little depression from Ronnie's birth.
"You like this?" Veronica asked.
Betty was ghosting her lips and tongue down to Ronnie's pubic patch and moaned, "Ummm-hmmmmmmm..."
As Betty ran her tongue through Ronnie's short, bristly curls, Veronica asked, "You've always wanted to do this?"
"Um-hmm..." The vibration from Betty's response was felt in Ronnie's most sensitive flesh even as the blonde hummed into the brunette's dark brown pubic hair. Then, Betty's tongue finally moved down to her ultimate goal - Veronica's beautiful, succulent pussy.
"So, you're just going to... OH! Oh. Ooh... Ooooo..." Ronnie moaned as Betty's tongue made contact with her most intimate flesh. "Ooooooooo..."
"Um-hmm..." was hummed into the bound girl's pussy, sending additional shivers and frissons of pleasure through the debutante.
Veronica had never felt so much pleasure before. Both Reggie and Archie had tried but it was never as good as this was becoming. She felt Betty's tongue stroke her outer then her inner lips before thrusting inside her sopping-wet pussy. Pussy. Nasty word. I like it! I love it!
Betty licked all over the deb's mound and touched every bit of Veronica's sex, except her little nubbin. The blonde could see it sliding out of it's protective sheathe but held off and continued to taste and caress the hot flesh inside and outside of Ronnie's flowing pussy. Betty followed a droplet that ran out of the brunette, her tongue chasing it as it slid down Ronnie's perineum and between those shapely cheeks, lightly touching Ronnie's forbidden hole. Then she licked up and thrust into the other girl again, bringing a moan of pleasure from deep inside Veronica.
Somehow finding her voice, Ronnie asked, "You...ooo... Yoooou'vvvve donnnne thisss...befooOOOore?"
Her tongue buried in her love, Betty moaned her denial, "Uh-uh..."
"Oooo..." came the response to the new vibration in her sex. "B...but...yoooo...you're soooo...gooood..."
Rather than respond, Betty was licking all around the inner channel and soon found that secret, near-mystical bundle of nerves called the Graffenburg spot. As her tongue brushed it, Veronica arched up slightly and spurted some girlcum as she cried out.
Using her nose to lightly caress the girl's clit, Betty continued to lick the G-spot as Veronica climaxed on her face with a wordless cry and a bigger spray of girlcum. Betty maintained her lip-lock on Ronnie's treasure trove but held off doing more as the girl started to recover.
A few long, tasty seconds later, after planting a soft kiss in the middle of the triangle of fur, Betty crawled up alongside Veronica, licking the brunette's cum from her lips. She saw Veronica's eyes screwed shut as she slowly recovered. Her face hovered over Veronica's before she moved down to kiss the beautiful woman.
Ronnie tasted something familiar as Betty kissed her. She had secretly tasted her own fingers when she brought herself pleasure. She found herself licking Betty's tongue and lips then her wet chin and cheeks before sucking on that wonderful tongue again.
Betty broke this kiss, reluctantly. She looked into Veronica's eyes which were glazed with lust. "You enjoyed that."
"Um-hmmm..." Veronica gently mocked Betty with a smile. Betty returned the smile and kissed the restrained girl again. This kiss continued for several erotically thrilling minutes as their tongues caressed and danced from one mouth to the other. Finally, Betty pulled back. Again.
Smiling at Veronica, who smiled back at her, Betty moved up so she was kneeling over the woman's face. The blonde lowered her pussy onto Ronnie's waiting mouth. She felt the girl's tongue fluttering at her mound even before there was any contact. When that tongue did touch Betty's wet flesh, Betty moaned loudly and almost fell onto the other girl. This was part of what she had dreamed of for so long.
Ronnie tasted another girl for the first time and wanted more. She had never tasted anything so heady and exciting and she wanted more. The salty, musky fluid coated her tongue and she wanted more.
Shoving her tongue deep into Betty's pussy, Veronica tasted the well of the girl's juices, slurping and swallowing all she could get with her tongue. Which was a lot as Betty's cum started flowing from the actions of Ronnie's tongue.
Veronica, the often domineering girl at Riverdale High, was slowly growing to accept the exciting idea of being at the mercy of another girl. And that she actually liked girls.
Even as she went further sexually with Betty than anyone else, ever, she managed to link a short series of thoughts together. Archie and Reggie were nice but I've always felt more comfortable with Betty Cooper. Does that mean...?
Her thought was unfinished as all this that was happening and her growing acceptance of her long-denied lesbian desires were there but overwhelmed by the feeling of Betty sitting on her face, her head nestled between the blonde's thighs, as her mouth was sealed to Betty's pussy in a deeply sexual French kiss.
Betty almost swooned at the feeling of Veronica's tongue sliding into her. She had fantasized about this moment for so long but, naturally, reality quickly overcame her fantasies. Managing to hold on, Betty just enjoyed Veronica tonguing her sopping muff. That tongue sliding in deep then sliding out to flick her clit and so back again...
Already more sexually excited than ever before in her life, Betty was on a hair trigger. Veronica's tongue brushed her own small bundle of nerves inside and Betty cried out as she came.
Veronica was rewarded with a flood of girl cum that flowed out of Betty and over her tongue, into her mouth and out all over her cheeks and chin. There was so much, her raven locks were damp.
Betty fell to the side and was seemingly comatose for several long seconds. Veronica was beginning to grow concerned when the blonde moaned and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. She managed to whisper, "Wow..."
She moved around to hover over Ronnie's wet, smiling face. Leaning in, Betty licked the other's cheek and tasted herself. Then she kissed the brunette, tasting the small pool Ronnie had kept in her mouth to enjoy the still unique muskiness.
Veronica found sharing with the girl the juices came from was even better than just savoring the flavor herself.
Soon, Betty was kissing her way down the bound girl's torso. She licked at the wetness that had flowed down onto Veronica's neck, sucking at her pulse point before moving down to tease the firm, upright breasts.
Soon, but not soon enough for Veronica, Betty was between the silky thighs of the heiress, gazing again at the entrance to the girl's treasure. As her tongue pushed into Veronica again, Ronnie moaned, "Betty, no..."
"No?" Betty looked up, extremely disappointed and a bit scared.
"No. I want to please you too."
Betty smiled, leaned down to plant a soft kiss in Veronica's curls before she moved so her pussy was over her new lover's face and she was looking down at her current favorite sight in the world.
Tongues reached out and caressed labia then delved into hot wetness before tickling the little protrusion at the top of the pussy being pleasured. Before long, both girls climaxed from the loving attention of the other. They took time to rest and recover before the Sapphic urge overwhelmed them again.
Betty was resting her head on Ronnie's full, pillowy breast, enjoying the afterglow of the best sex she could imagine. She slowly caressed Veronica's body, her other breast, her toned stomach and her wet, tight curls as well as the treasure beneath.
"Please..." Veronica whimpered, her sex still tender.
"Sorry, I guess...I can't get enough of you..."
They kissed. A deep, loving kiss full of the newly enflamed passion between the two friends, and former rivals. Then Veronica said, "Can you free me? I'd love to touch you too."
Betty tried to undo one of the knots at Ronnie's wrist then the other. But, surprising for the former Girl Scout, she couldn't undo her own knots. Veronica's orgasmic spasms had pulled the knots tighter than Betty expected.
Betty smiled and rose to walk over to Veronica's makeup table. She could feel Ronnie's gaze at her naked ass, making a subtle effort to swing it a bit, causing her Veronica-damp ponytail to sway as well. Ronnie appreciated the effort and especially the view. Naked Betty was quickly becoming her obsession.
Betty found a small pair of scissors. She walked back across the room as Veronica gazed at her round, somewhat smaller tits and the blond bush between her legs. Betty looked over the prone girl with her fuller breasts and dark patch between her legs. Then she knelt next to Ronnie to cut one of the scarves. Then the other. In seconds, she moved down and freed the heiress' ankles.
Massaging her wrists, Ronnie looked Betty in the eyes, "I just bought those scarves, you know."
"Yep, I was with you," Betty replied.
"They weren't cheap."
"Oh..." Betty's tone and expression sank.
Pausing dramatically, letting Betty consider the worst of all possible futures, Veronica finally giggled and said, "Guess I'll have to buy some more. A whole lot more..."
Giddily, Betty threw herself onto her new lover, kissing the brunette enthusiastically. Those kisses were returned just as happily and eagerly as lithe arms wrapped around the blonde lovingly.
And so the mystery of the Kissing Bandit of Riverdale was solved within the Lodge Estate...
The mystery remained for the rest of the town, though.
Note: In the original story: Betty was the Kisser. As the girls' plan to prove Archie was the Kisser failed, Betty helped him run off and then, when he pretended to sleep, she kissed him. The girls she kissed were all red herrings to throw the rest off her trail until the end. She ended up giving Archie a big kiss for finding this all out.
Cute story for the 1960s but now, I can't see Betty kissing other girls just to get Archie who was dating her and Veronica at the same time. So I came up with a hotter conclusion. Hope you enjoyed it.