It had been a week since Cheryl had first met with up Toni in her car and in that time she had only managed to see the girl twice due to life and its many hindrances.
Once had been on a Sunday afternoon. Cheryl had driven out to the Southside to meet Toni after her shift at the Wyrm but it had run on longer than expected, cutting into their time together. As a result, they had only had a short while to make out hastily in the parking lot before Cheryl was expected back on the Northside to participate in the monthly hunt with the other members of Riverdale's pseudo landed gentry.
The other had been a rather risqué and scandalous engagement in the bathroom at school. Both girls had excused themselves from their separate tables at lunchtime to spend a hurried and feverish ten minutes locked up in a stall together before returning separately to their friends, Cheryl waiting to leave one minute after Toni, looking almost imperceptibly flushed.
It had been nice. Great, even.
But, Cheryl mused, as she sat in Mr Dullard's class pretending to read a fact sheet she'd already memorised, it had gone no further than their late night make-out session in her car. It had been simply tongues on tongues and groping over clothes again. She wanted more. Needed it. Since that momentous encounter in the pantry her own hands could only satisfy so much these days.
She glanced at Toni, dotting her gaze over her slim back, wanting to reach over and trace her fingers over the bumps of her spine, feel the warmth of her body seeping through the soft plaid of her shirt, put her face in that lean neck and smell her hair.
She crossed her legs tightly.
Toni herself seemed surreptitiously preoccupied with something in her lap. Probably texting.
Cheryl bristled in her seat.
She had no reason, nor right as a matter of fact, to want to know who it might be and why Toni found them more interesting than her, but she felt it anyway. Just as her frown was turning into a scowl, she saw pink hair shifting as Toni turned to glance at her over her shoulder. Cheryl didn't bother to look away, aware that Toni knew that she stared.
'Check your phone.' She mouthed, glancing at Mr Dullard at the front who appeared to be hating his life as he begrudgingly marked a stack of papers, raising her own phone in her hand for Cheryl to see.
She'd been texting her? Cheryl's brow tipped upwards, a smirk stretching up so far that it exposed a glimpse of perfectly white teeth.
Toni turned back to her desk, picking up her pen and Cheryl stealthily reached into her bag to retrieve her phone. She hoped it was an invitation to meet up. Oh! Maybe even in the bathroom again, lunchtime was fast approaching.
She opened the message, tapping her foot in the air impatiently as she glanced down at it.
Oh.
My. God.
She dropped her mouth, and almost her phone, wide eyes blinking at the image on her screen.
It was a photo. More specifically a photo of Toni.
She had clearly just exited the shower, her wet hair dripping down her back as she stood facing away from what Cheryl assumed to be her trailer's bathroom mirror. She was naked, her chest mostly hidden by the angle of her body and an arm which covered her breasts. She was smiling, biting her lip and looking into the phone as she took the picture. Cheryl's eyes were drawn immediately down her curved back to the real star of the show; her ass. It was completely exposed in all its smooth, round, coffee coloured glory, bolstered to look deliciously plump as it rested on the lip of a sink.
The air in Cheryl's lungs disappeared completely.
She'd sent her a nude.
Toni had sent her a nude.
She swallowed thickly, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and debating her next move.
Sure she'd received nudes before, but always from guys. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she'd sent them of herself in return either. Power play was, after all, her favourite game. She was Cheryl Blossom.
She had to be in control.
Scrolling through her images she selected a picture she'd taken a few months ago. She surveyed it quickly, observing her big brown eyes and bitten red lip. Her collar bones cast a dark shadow on the pale skin of her clavicle as she shielded her breasts from view with her arm, pushing them upwards to form two milky round globes of cleavage, her red hair lying in soft curls around her shoulders.
Perfect.
Just enough to tease.
She sent it, training her eyes on Toni as she tried to conceal her shit-eating grin.
"Miss Blossom, phone away!" Mr Dullard bellowed out of nowhere, causing her to drop it on the ground.
Shit.
"As you wish, Mr Dullard. Apologies." She muttered, bending down to retrieve it and noticing a small scuff scraped onto the back of it from hitting the hard floor.
Yet another one.
"Holy SHIT."
Her eyes shot up at the expletive, recognising the familiar voice.
"Topaz, language," Mr Dullard warned, looking up at her, "Hey! You put your phone away too, Toni!" He frowned, addressing the rest of the class, "no more looking at goddamn phones in this class. That goes for everyone. Seriously, next one is a detention."
Cheryl caught Toni's eye as the other girl glanced back at her, tapping the end of her pen against her signature red lips lightly and sending a playful wink in her direction. She noted the parting of Toni's smirking mouth and that familiar look in her eye. The look.
She knew it wouldn't be long until they met up again.
Perfect.
