⚠️smut
Toni POV
I was currently sitting with all of the gang at Archie's house. It was me, Betty, Archie, Veronica, Cheryl, Jughead, Fangs, Josie, Sweetpea and Kevin. So yeah, the whole gang. We were sat in Archie's lounge, all in a big group conversation. Funnily enough, we were all in couples so all of the couples were sat together. Betty and Jughead, Archie and Veronica, Fangs and Kevin, Josie and Sweetpea, and of course Cheryl and I.
I was sat on Cheryl's lap on the sofa which we were sharing with Josie and Sweetpea. Cheryl's arms were snaked around my waist and my head was against her shoulder as I fiddled with her hands that were around the front of me.
"And then I literally sprinted as fast as I could" Fangs said, finishing his story he'd been telling us. We were all laughing and then he said "What? Don't laugh, it was fucking scary!!!" which just made us laugh more. "Fangs, how are you gonna tell us that you sprinted away from a spider and not expect us to laugh?" Jughead said to which we all nodded in agreement. He just shrugged, feigning a pout. "Awh babe don't worry, we all take your spider escape story very seriously" Kevin said, trying not to laugh and pulling Fangs closer to him on his lap. Fangs grinned happily, obviously believing Kevin.
We all then began to engage in another conversation about jet skis, for some reason. I was about to contribute to the odd conversation when I felt a hand slide up my thigh slowly to then go back down again. Cheryl.
We weren't covered up in a blanket or anything so anyone could see but if they did see, they wouldn't think anything of it. Because to an outsider, Cheryl was just affectionately stroking my thigh. But me and her both knew what she was doing.
Each time she would slide her hand up, she'd get a little bit closer to my centre. I could feel my whole body heat up and my heart began to beat faster as I tried to remain focused. I wasn't going to let her get to me. Until...
"Hey Arch, can you pass me one of those blankets? I'm a little cold over here" Cheryl said naturally, pointing to the neatly folded stack of blankets by the TV. Archie simply nodded, picking up one of the blankets and throwing it over to us. Cheryl caught it and tossed it over both of us.
No one had noticed anything strange as the conversation now moved from jet skis to something about music. I wasn't paying attention as now Cheryl could do whatever she wanted as we were concealed under the blanket. Her hand was still on my thigh, now drawing light patterns on the inside of it.
I turned my head towards her to see her smirking ever so slightly, but pretending to be interesting in the conversation with the others. "Cheryl, whatever you're thinking of doing, don't." i said in a harsh whisper, so only she could hear.
She didn't even respond but instead, she carried on chipping into the conversation to make it seem like nothing was happening.
I silently cursed myself for wearing a skirt today as I felt her hand easily push it up and she was now tracing over my underwear with her pointer finger. I let out a shaky breath and I knew she could feel how wet I already was. She knew I loved the riskiness of this, no matter how much I pretended to hate it.
Before I knew it, she had pushed my underwear to the side. She still only went ahead with one finger, running it through my slick folds and then up to my clit where she teasingly rubbed circles on it. Whilst doing this, she was still effortlessly engaging in the conversation with the rest of the gang, none of them even slightly suspicious as to what we were doing.
My walls clenched around nothing as I felt myself becoming wetter and more desperate for Cheryl's fingers to fill me. But I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to say it. She wanted me to tell her. That's what she always wants.
I wasn't worried about anyone hearing me talk to her as the our gang was loud when we had group conversations, everyone talking over each other and laughing. So even if I spoke to Cheryl in a normal voice, they wouldn't hear. But I didn't want to risk anything so I whispered.
"Cheryl please" I shakily whispered, her finger still teasing my clit. The circles she was making began to feel harder as she applied more pressure, making me almost loudly moan. She then relaxed the pressure which made me huff in annoyance.
"Please what?" she said back, sneakily placing a kiss to the side of my neck, but given where we were, her lips were on my neck for no longer than a second but I still felt the warmth of her lips on my skin, slowly driving me crazy.
I was so torn between pulling her hand away from me and stopping this or begging her to fuck me. But ultimately, I knew which one I would end up doing.
"Please fuck me." I whispered, giving in to her as I almost always do. I could sense the smirk she was wearing as her hand drifted down to my entrance.
She carried on talking with the others as her two fingers slowly entered me. I took a small gasp in, knowing I have to keep my composure and look normal otherwise they would know what's going on, especially Betty. I mean, she's training with the FBI. The girl knows when something's up. But thank god, I managed to pull myself together even though the feeling of Cheryl's slender fingers pumping slowly in and out of me felt like heaven.
I hadn't joined the conversation in a while and Cheryl had noticed this. "Say something otherwise I will stop fucking you right now and that's a promise." she said and I knew she was being serious.
I concentrated as I realised the conversation was now on pizza. They were talking about dominos. I braved myself, ready to speak.
"Yeah, i- i mean, dominos is good but it's so expensive. Making pizzas at home can hit so different if you do it right." I said, surprisingly managing to sound completely normal, other than the one stutter.
The others nodded in agreement as Kevin began to then tell a story about him making a homemade pizza which went very wrong. But I had already zoned back out of the conversation, focusing back on the feeling on Cheryl still slowly going in and out of me. I sighed in pleasure as she whispered "good girl" to me which made my walls tighten around her fingers slightly.
Her thrusts began to pick up the pace and I could feel the palm of her hand hitting my clit every time she thrusted back in. I bit my lip to stop any sound coming out from me.
I felt my orgasm approaching quickly and I was paranoid that I was going to make a noise. Cheryl could always tell when I was about to cum and she could tell now. "Bite into my neck. No noise baby." she said, her fingers still pounding in and out of me under the blanket. It's like she could sense that I was worried about not being able to keep quiet.
My head had been on her shoulder since the start, so it was easy for me to turn my head and access her neck. I did exactly that as I let my hair fall in front of my face so no one would be able to see me biting into her. From an outsiders perspective, it looked like I had just nuzzled my face into her neck.
I bit down hard on the skin of her neck as I came undone. Her fingers helped me slowly ride out my orgasm and when I finally managed to catch my breathe, she pulled her fingers out of me. She wiped them on my underwear even though I could tell just how much she wanted to put them in her own mouth.
Still under the blanket, I pulled my underwear back up and pushed my skirt back down. Cheryl's arms went back around my waist, the way they were before, acting like nothing had happened.
Cheryl had just fucked me in front of our friends and none of them noticed. I had no clue how we got away with that but the risk of it all made me feel so hot, and Cheryl knew that. She also knew that I was going to punish her as soon as we get home.
