"Sure, Betty," Cheryl said. The blonde took her hand and Cheryl felt a tingle go down her spine. She'd always known she was bisexual. She loved girls as much as guys, but most of them around here were too timid to go beyond french kissing and heavy petting
in the dark. She'd thought she had Betty pegged as straight, with her mooning over Archie all the time. But right now she seemed to be eying Cheryl like a piece of meat, and the redhead couldn't deny she was aroused.
Betty licked her lips. Cheryl looked good enough to eat! Her "Angel" costume must have consisted of whatever white lingerie she could get away with in public, with a pair of wings and a halo. Thigh-high stockings, patent leather heels, a garterbelt and
a lacy babydoll, with a lovely little leather collar circling her neck. Body glitter sparkled on her chest.
"C'mere," Betty said, dragging her into a dim room. Cheryl realized it was Jughead's bedroom. She pulled Cheryl onto the bed with her. "I wanna... read your palm."
"Okay," Cheryl grinned and played along, enjoying this new, assertive side of her rival. Betty took Cheryl's hand and ran a long-nailed finger over the girl's palm. "You sure you can see in this light?"
"I can see enough," Betty said cryptically. "Hmmm, looks like you've got a long lifeline..."
"Good to hear." Cheryl said. She liked the sensation of Betty's nimble fingers exploring her.
"You're impulsive and passionate..."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"Still a virgin, I see..."
"It says that?"
"Let me look closer..." Betty brought Cheryl's hand close. Chery felt the touch of lips to her skin and it was like a jolt of electricity went straight to the redhead's brain. Cheryl moaned and shivered as Betty kissed her way down her arm, to her shoulder,
to her neck... She didn't resist when the blonde began aggressively kissing her lips. Her arms wrapped around Betty's neck as they made out on Jughead's bed.
"Damn, Betts," Cheryl gasped between kisses. "Didn't think you... were into girls..."
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Cheryl," Betty purred. She savoured the flavour of Cheryl's arousal like it was a spiced wine. She'd heard rumours that it didn't take much to get Cheryl hot, but she wasn't complaining. The redhead blazed with lust
and Betty's succubus aura seemed to only inflame it. She could feel her true form stretching the veneer of humanity she'd given herself as she ground into Cheryl and groped the redhead's tits, tongue-fucking her lover's hungry mouth. "Wanna learn more?"
Meanwhile, Sabrina, the Teenage Witch was in the bathroom, washing her hands. She adjusted the curly auburn wig and red headdress of her Scarlet Witch costume, hiding her platinum blonde bob. It showed off a little more cleavage than she was used to, but
it still made her look damn good! She liked the George Perez version best, but her aunts would never let her wear something THAT revealing.
Suddenly her eyes widend as she felt a magical aura, like a burning-hot star, in the house. It was close by too, maybe in the next room! Every instinct told her to run and get help from someone: her aunts, Head Witch Della, even Salem... but they were
all too far away, and besides, she had to prove herself somehow.
She crept out into the hallway...