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Rebound Love	By : sandyl666 Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 13319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The comics Archie and Co, with its plot, characters, setting, etc does not belong to me. I guess they belong to John L. Goldwater, and a few others but I'm unsure. I make nothing by writing this fiction, and I don't plan to.

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Chapter 11

“Blondie?” She caught a silhouette at the corner of her tear-filled eyes, and jerked in surprise. “Whoa. It's just me,”
And there he was. Standing right in front of her.
“Reg?” Her voice was hoarse and weak, not to mention barely comprehensible. “W-what are you doing here? Where's Foxie?”
He took a seat on the bench beside her. She looked at him, noting the open collar, missing top button on his shirt and the bright mark of a hot pink lipstick smear left on his throat.
“Eh. Probably with some other guy in the club. She seemed horny enough to do anyone. I sent Archie home though, don't worry,”
“You d-did? Didn't you drink tonight?” She couldn't stop the hiccups that impaired her speech, so she just waited for them to disappear.
“I did... Not much,” He lied. She sighed.
“Y-you'll be caught by the police,”
“In this sleepy neighborhood? Nah,”
Silence filled in the gap between their conversation. The wind blew at her hair, and she had to wipe it away as it got mixed with her salty tears and started to get stuck to her face. At least she wasn't sobbing or hiccuping any more.
“So,” Reggie began and she realized that he had sobered up a little. His slurring was less apparent. “I take it Ron told you then?”
“Told me what?”
“That she's pregnant,” Betty's head whipped to Reggie's. He was staring at a tree as its branches swayed in the night breeze.
“How did you...” She was so stunned she couldn't finish her sentence.
“Archie got really, really drunk tonight. He blurted it out to Jug and I,” Reggie leaned back and rested his head on the back of the bench. “Life really doesn't do you any favors, does it, Blondie?”
“No,” She agreed. “It doesn't,” She turned her eyes up to the sky, where she could see stars dotted all over the velvety black sky - not much, but there was light in her world after all. “Well. You're here though so I guess in a way... I can't complain.”
He laughed. “Yeah. I'm glad I'm not alone either.”
She nodded, her eyes still glued to the stars. It was fitting that someone who shone as brightly as Reggie would light up her darkness. “Reggie... Thank you.”
His hand grasped hers - her wet snot and tear-covered hand. “What are you thanking me for? We're partners, aren't we?”
A grin spread across her face, even despite the swollen eyes. “Yeah... We are,” He held her hand as they looked up at the sky together. “You know, if you want you can go back to Foxie. I'm fine now, and I bet you didn't get to finish with her.”
“Nah. She's not really my type.”
He was lying. Betty knew it. She couldn't always tell, but this time she could.
Betty scooted closer, then straddled his lap. He watched her, and from his expression she could tell he was expecting it. She leaned forward and kissed Reggie. He let her. She could taste alcohol on his mouth... Gin? Probably. It was strong enough that she couldn't taste Foxie... Either that, or the woman hadn't kissed him on the mouth.
She humped him, rubbing their clothed crotches together. She could feel him grow hard beneath her, and inwardly she cheered victoriously.
He murmured something she couldn't hear against her mouth, and his hand moved to her chest, creeping under the shirt then groping one of her mounds. He grunted as he thrust up at her, stimulating himself against her as his erection swelled and grew from the contact.
Her hand dropped down and she delved into his pants, pulling him out and stroking him. He returned the favor, his own hands sliding down her body, then unzipping her jeans and stroking her hot lower lips through her panties.
“I can't get over how cute your panties are,” He said, eying the Hello Kitty on the front, just like he did when he was watching her put in on. She rolled her eyes. Strangely enough, the childish character didn't turn him off. In fact, it was almost like it was making him harder.
He started moaning as she stroked him faster, and tightened her grip just a little.
“God, that's good. You're so good at this...” He said, his face a mask of bliss. She was sure she had on something similar, because his finger slid up her inner thigh, before slipping under the fabric and inside her. Her moans joined his as her passage clenched tightly at his finger.
“A-ah! Reg!” she cried as he curled his finger inside her. Moments later, he pulled it out and without pulling his eyes away from hers, sucked the pointer finger that had been within her.
She didn't know it, but in her rapture of watching him, her hands had stopped.
He pulled her off his lap, tugged her jeans and panties down until it was a pile at her legs, then coaxed her to sit back down on the bench. The wood was cold on her bare butt, and he seemed to notice this too. He took off his coat and let her sit on it. She looked up at him gratefully, managing to catch him as he knelt between her legs. He splayed her thighs open, so that her passage was wide open to him.
Then he leaned forward, and licked her. Her entire body jolted and she cried out. Did the Reggie Mantle just lick her entrance, where all her juice was gathered from when he was touching her before?
He teased her, licking her thigh, then along the slit, then back to her inner thigh. Her hips wiggled. She wanted something, but she had no idea what. Reggie did, though. When he had enough of teasing, he dipped his tongue inside her, then ran it against her walls.
Her hands curled into balls, and she threw her head back, crying out. His eager tongue reached even further, tasting up her walls and stimulating every little bump and crack.
“Reggie, please... let me do you too..” she begged after a few moments. He was going to drive her insane if he continued. She needed to distract him some way. He pulled back, and thought about this. Then he nodded.
“Lie down,” He said, and she took her jeans off, before laying down the length of the bench. His coat wasn't enough to cover all of it, but that was okay. She could tolerate the cold surface of the wood, especially when her body was warm enough to spontaneously combust.
He pulled off his own pants, leaving on his shirt, then climbed on top of her. It was a bit awkward, considering how narrow the bench was, but she then found herself faced with his penis.
She craned her neck upward and licked him, coincidentally just as he stuck his tongue back inside her. It was a trial, trying to concentrate enough to actually be pleasuring him, when he was such an expert at orally stimulating her. She swore, every swipe of his tongue was done on purpose, prodding at her in ways intended to get a reaction out of her – of which he continuously succeeded.
For her part she was just licking him, then mouthing him, pressing her lips into the firm flesh. Veins throbbed on her tongue as she then encompassed him in her mouth, taking him as far as she could, which to her regret, wasn't much. She wasn't used to trying to swallow such large, long objects and her gag reflex threatened to kick in every time she tried to push her limits.
She wasn't sure she wanted to choke on his cock. It seemed like a sad way to go.
“Mmn!” she mumbled as he thrust his hips down abruptly, slamming into the back of her throat. Her hands pushed at him, but he didn't lift himself out of her mouth. He groaned, enjoying the way her throat muscles clamped on him as it tried to push him out, and the sound her made reverberated through his tongue. She felt herself jerk at the unexpected sensation.
When he was finally out of her, she moved her head to the side and coughed violently.
“You okay, Bets?” He asked.
“That was mean, Reg,” She protested, her eyes watering. Luckily she didn't feel any half-digested food threatening to come up.... yet.
“Sorry. I got carried away. Let me show you how sorry I am,” He said, then his tongue dug even deeper inside her and she arched against the bench.
“Argh- I! Ah!” she cried. In her half-aware state she somehow managed to continue her duty, and sucked Reggie's dick somewhat distractedly. Neither could really hold in their cries, but the sound just helped them to arouse each other more, since they were orally pleasuring each other.
His tongue could not get as deep inside her as his cock, of course, but it was so much more prehensile she didn't care in the slightest. She bobbed her head up and down on him, trying to give him as much as he was giving her, but lacking the skill to do so.
So she grabbed him with her hands and jerked him off. She tried licking him in the small folds under the helmet of his cock. He jolted at that, and she was relieved that she was finally doing something right. She licked him more sensually then, measuring the 'rightness' of her licks by his reaction.
It got too much for him eventually, and he was the one to halt their 69. He got off her, then spun around, so that she was once again looking at his face. She was shaking – not from the cold though. She was shaking from how turned on she was. She had been dangerously close to her climax when he'd stopped licking her.
He kissed her, and his face was wet with her secretions. She didn't mind the flavor – it was the taste of them mixed together. It just turned her on even more, and she knew she would probably come before he can even enter her.
She was wrong. He lined himself up with her, then slammed his hips into her. She cried out as he buried himself in her and she swallowed up his length. It was wet and hard enough to hammer nails, she guessed. But that brute force was directed to her folds, and with a soft cry she came.
“Aaaaah...” Her hands tangled in his black hair, and her chest rose as she arched, her hard nipples brushing against his body. Her inner muscles clamped down on Reggie, squeezing him tight, unwilling to ever let him go.
He didn't wait for her orgasm to dissipate. He was too excited for that. He continued a steady rhythm, pounding into her even as she squirmed and writhed beneath him. She wondered if he was enjoying the contractions of her walls as he drilled into her.
Hands ran all over her body and she realized that she herself was stroking him all over, her hands sliding over his shoulder and down his back, before moving against his sides then ascending the ridges of muscles on his chest. Her body gave another twitch, and she tried to play it down as being part of her orgasm.
Reggie was nearing his orgasm too, and he started to show it. He bore into her even more furiously than before, penetrating her deeper with each thrust.
“Ron...” she almost thought she heard him say. She looked up at his face – his face is scrunched up in pleasure, and he almost looks like he's in pain. His hand gripped her thighs, and he pulled her legs up then tugged her closer. He started to slam her into the bench, and she had to grip the planks to hold on.
His thrusts were so rough it started to hurt, and she winced each time he penetrated her. It was a stark contrast to the way he had licked and touched her, with her pleasure alone in mind.
“Ronnie. Ron. Ron!” he gasped out as he made his final few thrusts. His whole body tenses, before he starts to shake, and she thinks about how it feels like she's being caught up in an earthquake. Liquid warmth gushed in her belly as his cock erupted within her. She took everything he had to give her, lying completely still under her.
So he really did say Ron... Well, at least it's not Foxie. She thought. She caressed his arm, trying to show him that she understood his pain, and she was okay with the fact that he had forgotten that it was her, Betty, beneath him. News of Ron's pregnancy probably affected him more than he was willing to show.
He groaned, and fell on top of her, going completely limp. She hugged him close, and waited for him to get a hold of himself.
“Reggie?” she asked, cradling him in her arms. He grunted softly once, but he was still, weighing down on her. She rubbed his back with one hand, but still he didn't stir. “Reggie?”
He groaned, and she felt his arms wrap around her back. She waited ten minutes, thinking maybe he'd wake up after that, but he didn't. His breathing evened out on top of her and no amount of calling his name worked. She got tired of waiting when her sweat started to dry up, and the breeze robbed her body of any heat. He was probably starting to get cold too.
She gently moved him off her, grunting in exertion – he was heavy. She let him slump against the side of the bench, before she dressed herself quickly. She fixed his clothes too, when she was done, then rummaged through his pocket for the car keys. She half-carried, half-dragged her friend to the car, crying out in relief when she finally saw the Porsche he was renting.
With much effort, she got him into the backseat and let him stretch out on it. He nearly rolled off the seat, but she managed to catch him in time.
When she was finally buckled into the driver's seat, she took a deep, relieved breath before starting the car and making the journey back home.

A bellboy looked at her in surprise as her, the cook show host with an international movie sex symbol draped over her shoulder, passed out. She ignored him and continued to make her way across the lobby.
People stared at them and she dearly hoped this wouldn't be in the tabloids tomorrow – but she knew it would. The first of the media had already arrived in Riverdale, eager to record the wedding of the wealthy Veronica Lodge.
“Miss?” Her head snapped up. It was the same bellboy, a young man, possibly fresh out of high school, who had been staring at her. “May I help you?”
“Um... No, I'm fine,” She said, even as her muscles screamed in protest. “I'd appreciate it if you could click the up button for the elevator, though,”
He nodded, and even escorted her all the way up. He assisted her with unlocking her room door – those damn card keys were a pain in the ass – and she hobbled in, before dumping Reggie on the bed. She went back to the door, where the bellboy still was.
He handed her the card key. “Good night, ma'am. Do call on us if you need anymore help,”
“Thank you so much, Mr...” She looked at his nametag. “Wesley. Good night, I'll be sure to let your manager know of your good work today,”
Mr Wesley beamed, before leaving.
She closed the door and sighed. She could hear Reggie groan and quickly went to see to him. He was wrestling with a pillow which had fallen in his face and possibly cut off his air supply. She sighed again to herself, then went to save him from the pillow.
“You silly,” she murmured once she got the pillow off him. He just grunted and went back to sleep. She admired how peacefully he slept, glad that despite the bomb that had been dropped at them today, he was still able to get a good night's sleep.
She could still see the bright lipstick mark from Foxie on his throat. What did that woman use on her lips, anyway? Pure candle wax? She retrieved a face towel from the bathroom and placed it under the hot running tap for a few seconds, then squeezed the water out of it so that it was just damp.
Betty carefully wiped the mark off him, feeling a sense of satisfaction when finally it was removed. She then flipped the towel over so that she wouldn't end up getting the lipstick on him again, and wiped his face too, it didn't show but she knew he was dirty with her secretions when he had been pleasuring her. She then undressed him and proceeded to clean him – he probably needed a bath rather than a wipe down, but it was the best she could manage.
It was a chore cleaning his entire body and she found herself getting just a little hot and bothered by it. She tried to snap herself out of it – why was it that no matter how many times she'd seen it, she was still in awe by how amazing his body was? Was it because she could picture the way it moved and rippled as it strove to bring her to the highest peak? The way it so powerfully slammed into her smaller frame every time he buried himself deeper into her?
Those thoughts are not helping, Betty! She told herself.
When she was finally done, he was shivering. She tugged the blankets on top of him, then turned the set temperature on the heater up.
Nodding to herself in satisfaction of her hard work, she left him to take a bath – she felt all gross and grimy too, which she should have been accustomed to, considering how much 'exercise' she'd been doing in the last week.
Betty didn't bother wearing her pajamas when she was clean. She toweled herself off, dried her hair as much as she could, then joined Reggie under the blankets, where it was warm and lovely. She cuddled against Reggie's broad back, it exuded warmth that she could not pull herself away from. Reggie, asleep as he was, managed to grasp the hand that had been wrapped around him and hold it tight.
His presence was so comforting she fell asleep without so much as ruminating and despairing over the events of the day.
Being there, under those blankets, was too blissful for such dark thoughts.
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