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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 18

“Betty, you're late!” Midge greeted the blonde as she walked in to the Lodge mansion. She could hear thumping from the house. Midge immediately paused. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, of course,” Betty smiled in a manner she hoped wasn't too forced.
“Are you sure?” Midge continued to ask, her face full of concern.
“Yes, of course, you silly. Now let's just party!” Betty said with fake enthusiasm. Midge smiled then, but hers too seemed forced, possibly in an attempt to show that she didn't want to pry, but wanted to provide support.
The house was packed. Most of their old schoolmates were loitering around holding glasses, together with some of the people Ronnie had invited to show her gratitude to for helping her prepare for her wedding, or whose services will be required during the wedding. Midge led her into the basement, where most of the people as well as the noise seemed to be.
“Betty! You made it!” Ron said, pretty much tackling the blonde. Betty nearly keeled forward.
“Ronnie!” She gasped. “Honestly, be careful!” She snapped, surprising her friend. Betty almost put her hand protectively on her stomach, but managed to stop herself in time. Ron, looking sheepish, released her friend.
“Sorry, I know,” Ron said in a loud voice, trying to be heard, with a wink, probably thinking that Betty was concerned about Ron's pregnancy. Midge was preoccupied with scanning the room.
“Oh, there's Moose. Excuse me, girls,” Midge said, leaving the best friends.
“Do you know where Reggie is?” Betty yelled over the music towards Ron. Ron immediately tiptoed and looked around the room, which Betty took to be a 'no'. Betty too, started to inspect the room for the father of her child, desperate to discuss her problem with him.
“There he is!” Ron exclaimed, and began to drag Betty in what she thought was a random direction. But as they crossed the room, Betty spotted Betty's dark head, his huge grin, the way his eyes crinkled as he laughed openly. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding in. There was some sort of relief in finding him, why she didn't know. She was supposed to feel apprehension. This was one of the most dysfunctional relationships she had ever found herself in, and a child would absolutely not help matters.
As soon as Reggie's eyes meet hers, though, she forgets everything she had been thinking of. Suddenly it makes sense why she feels so relieved. Everything will be okay. She suddenly realizes. It's Reggie, so I'm sure everything will be okay. It was an insane thought, but that's what went through her mind.
“Blondie!” Reggie yelled, and walked over to her. He looked tipsy, but not exactly drunk. This made her plans fall – from her experience, they didn't make the most wise choices when drunk. She didn't know if she should tell him about her pregnancy... yet. “Blondie, you okay?” He wound an arm around her and offered her his glass. In it was champagne, she could smell it.
The scent made her stomach roll, as if her baby disapproved of the idea of her consuming alcohol. She shook her head, which made his eyebrows rise. She hadn't rejected alcohol from him, not since they started drinking together after the engagement announcement.
“I'm fine,” she told him, but he didn't seem to believe it. Ron immediately took his place in the midst of the people Reggie had been talking to. Reggie didn't seem interested in joining them again. He frowned at her for one long moment, and then they were interrupted by people coming up to them.
Some asked for autographs, others pictures. And then there was the congratulations.
“I heard you two are finally official! Congratulations!”
Surprisingly, this was how even their ex-classmates reacted.
“I always knew you two were meant to be,” Someone from school that Betty only vaguely remembered was saying. “So I'm guessing the next Riverdale wedding will be yours,”
“Possibly,” Reggie said with a wink, stealing Betty's breath away. She looked at him sharply, wondering if he knew something, and he caught her look. “What?” He asked, seeming suspicious now.
“Nothing,” She said quickly, masking her look.
Betty tried to control herself, tried to stop thinking about the horribly great information weighing down in her brain, but found that she couldn't. It was rooted in, like an anchor, and no matter what her thoughts constantly went back to her baby.
What was she going to do? She didn't even know.
While the most drunk of the guests got drunk and began stripping themselves and dancing on the table, Reggie tapped her on the shoulder. She tilted her head at him – he had been at her side all night, but that wasn't unusual. Not since they'd begun their less savory relationship. He jabbed a finger towards the door, and when she still looked at him, puzzled, he proceeded to drag her towards the stairs.
He led her to a series of rooms, most of which were occupied with copulating couples. Most continued without stopping despite being interrupted, some yelled and others had locked the doors. Even Ron's parents' room was being used.
Lucky for them Ronnie's parents had decided to spend the night in New York, then fly back in the morning for the wedding so they weren't in the way for the party. Also, they were entertaining guests there due to some of the hotel rooms being used by current occupants, but would be vacated by tomorrow.
“Damn it,” Reggie cursed, then paused as he found a room that a couple had just left, giggling like schoolchildren. Immediately he headed towards it, Betty in tow.
“Wait, Reg. That's Ron's room,” Betty protested.
“She doesn't need it right now,” Reggie argued, and pulled her through the threshold, then shut the door. They turned on the light. The room hadn't changed – still as fanciful as always, large and beautiful in every way, despite Ron's messy nature and busy life. She had maids to help her after all. They sat on the bed carefully, wary for any stains. After they did, they sat awkwardly for a moment, Reggie eyed Betty thoroughly.
Betty, for her part, was trying to must the courage to express herself. Just tell him. She told herself. Just get it over with, and you can decide what you want to do with the baby. But try as she might, the words couldn't come.
In the end, she chickened out, deciding that he was too drunk to properly consider the issue, and this wasn't the time. She knew this was an excuse, but she wanted one more day of enjoying this strange equilibrium of a relationship they'd found themselves in, before the scales were tipped completely.
“Are you alright?” Reggie asked, his eyes never leaving her face.
She nodded. “Of course. Why do people keep asking me that?”
“You seem pale,” He noted, and touched her cheek, caressing it gently. “And a little strained. Did something happen?”
Yes. “No,” she lied.
“Are you sure?” He continued, his eyes boring into hers. She was so tempted to let it spill then, but he seemed to make up his mind to close the issue then, leaning forward and kissing her. She closed her eyes and let the whole issue go. Funny how the whole night she couldn't seem to stop thinking about her huge problem and yet when Reggie kissed her, all dilemmas went away.
Her hand fisted in the jacket he was wearing, tugging him closer to her. His tongue entered her mouth, invading her space as he explored her mouth, then sucked at her tongue. The hand he left behind her neck helped him pull her face closer, not that she wasn't doing her part. She found herself in his lap, her breathing hard.
Inanely, she wondered, Can we have sex while I'm pregnant? I wonder if it's bad for the baby... But caught herself. Why did she care for the welfare of the baby? Could it be that she actually wanted to keep it?
Reggie placed a hand on each of her cheeks, levering her head so that her gaze met his. “Stop thinking,” He commanded and she blinked. Then he kissed her again, and she did stop thinking.
However, only a few minutes had passed before Reggie withdrew abruptly, then stood to his feet, still holding her in his arms. She squealed, and he hushed her.
He made a mad dash towards the wardrobe, the one beside her bed – not to be confused with the her walk-in one, which she kept the clothes she used less often – and gently laid Betty on the floor as he too ducked into it. Then he slid the door shut as soon as he was inside.
Mere moments after they were inside the wardrobe they heard shuffling as people entered the room. Betty could heard clothes hit the floor and concluded it was another couple as horny as them. She just didn't understand why they had to hide in the closet, when they were in this room first.
“Oh Archie...” The moan hit her ears, and she understood then why. Reggie was peeking out of a small slit where he had left the doors slightly open. Betty tugged on his sleeve, then diverted his face to hers. His face was blank, or at least what she could make up of it in the dark was blank and she wondered what was going through his head.
“Mmm...” Archie murmured and Betty could hear giggling as the bed springs creaked. They must have fallen onto the bed together.
“Can you imagine?” Ronnie said, her words slightly messed up by the moan at the end of it. “In two days, we'll be married,”
“Mmm...” Archie hummed again, and Betty jumped as she heard something hit the closet, presumably an article of clothing. She held Reggie's eyes, though, trying to see if he felt any pain. She didn't see anything – if he was feeling anything, he was keeping it under control, far, far down. Betty shifted as quietly as she could, and sat in his lap, hugging him tight against her breasts.
Reggie embraced her back, wrapping his arms around her.
“Oh, yes, baby,” Ronnie cried. “Suck me hard like that. Yes!” The slurping sounds made Betty's skin crawl, but she was more concerned for Reggie. She started stroking his back, the way a mother does a child who is crying.
“Are you okay?” She whispered in his ear.
“Are you?” He replied. She contemplated that. She didn't feel any pain, surprisingly. She had let it go, honestly and truly. In fact, the primary emotion she felt was concern for Reggie than anything else.
Oh my god. For the second time that day, a seemingly subtle detail of her situation dawned on her, shocking her to the core. Am I falling for-
A loud groan pulled her out of her thoughts. A feminine one, followed by lots of panting. “You're amazing, Archiekins,”
“You are too, babe...” Archie replied. “Faster. Agh...”
Reggie's hands slipped under her cardigan and shirt, and with one smooth tug, unhooked her bra. He pulled it down, then out of her clothes, before slipping her top clothing up above her breasts. She looked at him in alarm.
True, she was getting horny listening to the other couple fornicate as well, but still. That didn't mean that this was an appropriate time to join them.
“Reggie!” She whispered as he latched his mouth onto her left breast, and sucked. She covered her mouth with her hand, preventing herself from crying out. His other hand fondled her other nipple, rolling it between his fingertips, before flicking them back and forth.
Archie's groans from outside spurred Betty on, and she couldn't believe her situation. She leaned against the side of the closet, feeling light-headed.
“Archie, do me. Do me, please,” Ron begged after a moment, and Betty could hear more shuffling. And then a satisfied, collective moan. Followed by a series of creaks as the couple made love on Ron's bed. Betty's hand found Reggie's, and she squeezed it tight, trying to convey her support through the haze of her own pleasure. Reggie's reaction was to tip her over so that she was on her back on the closet floor. The sudden movement made her gasp.
“Did you hear that?” Archie asked, his voice muffled through the closet door, and Reggie froze as well. The creaking of the bed had stopped.
“Hear what?” Ron asked.
A tense silence, in which Betty held her hand over her mouth, horrified at the way her mouth had betrayed her.
“It's nothing. Probably just the party getting wilder,”
“You can get wilder too, you know,” Ron told him, her voice taking on a coy tone.
“Get on your knees,” Archie growled. More shuffling, some creaking.
Reggie began to unzip himself. Even in the dim conditions, Betty could see his member spring out from its confines, his manhood large and erect. Then he began working on her jeans, tugging it off her. They had to work slowly, carefully, to avoid being exposed. Betty could only be thankful for Ron's wealth for allowing her to buy a closet with ample space.

It was difficult trying to be careful when Reggie was so eager to be inside Betty. All the moans outside was driving him mad. It was weird, he thought he'd feel more hurt, but what was happening outside made him more randy than anything else. He took a moment to caress Betty's body, admiring her soft, curvy shape.
Then, having divested her of the jeans and panties she wore, he lifted her hips up so that it was supported by his thighs, and adjusted her so that their crotches met. Outside the bed continued to creak and groan, making him wish he could make this closet do the same, show them that their sex was just intense.
...Why he wanted to make it a competition, he wasn't sure. Guess it was his usual instinct.
He teased Betty's entrance, pressing his cock against it but not entering her. He slid it around in her juices, coating it well, while stroking her lips with the velvety head. He could feel her nails digging into his thighs where she held onto him.
Reggie could almost see the impatient look on her face when she wanted him to enter her quickly. He almost chuckled to himself.
Instead, he took his time, playing with her clit and rubbing it gently, then escalating as she bucked underneath him. It made his penis slip into her a little, and he had to pause as he felt her eager cavern sucking at his tip. She produced so much fluid, though, that he slipped out almost as rapidly.
Her nails started running down his thigh, and the pain from that just made the experience more delicious.
She adjusted her hips to have him inside her, and continued to miss. Finally, he took pity on her and began sliding into her, while still playing with her pussy. She let out a low breath, low enough for him to catch but not for the couple outside – if they were even aware of anything besides themselves, which Reggie was sure they weren't – to hear.
When he was completely inside her, he paused, needing a minute to persuade himself not to ravage her like mad, even though he wanted to. He just kept playing with the sensitive clitoris, rolling the bead around and feeling it continue to swell. He kept himself content with the twitches of her insides, how her arousal made her clench, and the way she writhed stimulated him as well.
The air in the closet began to get heavy, and he felt sweat bead all over him. Outside, one loud groan and creak notified him that the couple outside had finished one round. He wondered if they would continue.
“We should get back to the party,” Ron said instead.
“Yeah,” Then the smacking of kissing, and more rustling as they began to dress themselves. In the meantime, Reggie began to slide in and out of the blonde beneath him, going slow and steady. To do so took every bit of his control.
“Jeez, Arch, you broke my bra,” Ron complained, and her voice was right by the wardrobe. Betty tensed, causing her pussy to clutch at him urgently. “Now I have to get another one,”
Reggie looked up in alarm as Ron's fingers appeared at the closet door, and he and Betty held their breath – as if that would keep them concealed.
She pulled it open an inch. “Didn't you keep all your maternity bras in the other wardrobe?” Archie asked.
“Oh, right,” Ronnie pushed the door back and it closed shut with a thump. “Thanks, hun,” Reggie was sure his heart had stopped. Neither of them moved in the closet until Ron and Archie had finished dressing themselves and left the room, laughing like giddy schoolgirls as for some reason couples usually did after doing the naughty during a party.
Ten seconds passed after they had left, and Reggie finally felt himself calm. He peeked out of the closet, before closing it again. He grinned at his partner, though he knew she couldn't see it.
“Phew. That was lucky,” He said, still speaking quietly, unable to make himself too loud for fear they would be exposed... though it would be unlikely, with Ron and Arch gone.
She slapped his thigh. “You idiot,” She chided. “We could have been found out!”
“But we weren't,” He teased. He could sense her displeasure. “Oh, don't tell me you didn't enjoy watching that. Or listening,”
“I-” He thrusted forward, noting how wet she was. She cried out, feeling free to voice out her pleasure now. He began a quick rhythm, one he had wanted to use but had feared being discovered. He practically rammed her into the closet. “Reggie!” Betty gasped.
He loved how she clung to his penis as he pulled out, unable to let him go. He had thought maybe her tightness had been due to her inexperience, but even so many times after, she still felt as tight as ever. He had to admit that no woman felt quite like she did. So warm and squishy, and yet tight to the point of driving him to the edge.
Reggie leaned forward, positioning himself so that he could weave in and out of her faster, but she put her arms on his chest.
“No wait,” she protested.
“What?” he panted, so aroused he barely registered her words.
“Um, let's change position,” She suggested. He raised his eyebrows. She was rarely assertive while in bed – part of why he liked her. She seemed to enjoy whatever he did. Though he was pretty experienced, most women preferred one position or act more than another. She seemed to love all of them.
“Okay,” He said. She tugged herself off him, and he fell out of her. The air in the closet had warmed, but it felt nowhere near as hot as it did inside Betty.
“Stretch your legs out,” She commanded, and he did, wondering what she had in mind. Then he felt her lower herself on top of him, with her back towards him. She sank herself back on his shaft, softly moaning, as she pretty much began bouncing on top of him. He wound his arms around her midriff, hugging her against him. She felt so soft, like a teddy bear.
Somehow the image made him laugh. A teddy bear mounting him? No teddy bear could possibly feel this good. He threw his head back and hit a closet wall. Cursing softly, he heard Betty laugh.
“You okay?” She asked, her voice low and husky.
“Yeah,” He said, and to show her how okay he was, he grabbed her by the ass and began pulling her up and down on him.
“Oh!” She cried and leaned back against him as she was pierced repeatedly by his pole. Deeper and deeper he went, until he felt his tip hit her cervix. The feel of the end of her vagina smacking against his cock-head felt even better, so he kept doing it over and over again.
He didn't realize how stimulating it was for her too, until she clamped her own hands over his, dropped herself down on him one last time and moaned loudly as her pussy clasped at his dick quite desperately. Fluid dripped out of her, and the feeling of being compressed and flooded was too much for him. He followed after her quite happily, feeling his whole body tense, and his cock flinching as it pumped her full of his cum, possibly right into her cervix.
Reggie leaned against her shoulder, feeling his whole body thrum happily. Sated for the moment.
Of course, this only lasted mere moments, and then he wanted her all over again.
“Reggie?” She voiced out her concern as he began pushing her on her hands and knees.
“Sorry, it's been too long,” is all he said in lieu of an explanation before beginning anew his drilling.
It was much later before they bade their farewells to the party hosts – who seemed completely unaware of the fact that they had been watched – and promised to be at the hotel the next day, where the greeting of guests were to occur, bright and early. Betty returned his car keys to him, and he wondered where she'd gone for her hygiene products and why it'd taken her so long, but when he'd asked she'd remained vague about it.
But hey, as long as she had her period, he wasn't complaining. He really had to start using condoms soon. But it felt so much better without it...
She fell asleep in the car and he looked over at her. Her blonde hair was in disarray, falling out of her ponytail. She had tried to put it back neatly, and failed miserably. He decided he liked it disheveled. Despite her tiredness and the strain on her face, the look of peace on it made her look almost angelic.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for us to actually go out... He reflected. After all, they already knew they were compatible in bed. She was sweet, kind, beautiful and fiercely loyal. She had stayed a virgin for twenty-five years, for goodness sake. For a moment he entertained the idea, thinking of all the places he could take her, how he could have her on set and she'd watch as he performed on set. He liked the idea of showing off his talents to her and impressing her.
Then reality hit him.
Was he really thinking of doing that to Betty Cooper? His egoism had gone too far. With her sweetness, did he really deserve to keep her on set where he could keep her away from the world just to have her for himself? Keep her away from her career? What if she wanted to keep her career? When would she see him? They were both too busy.
He was too busy. He'd rather shag some random fan, there was way less complications. He had just gotten over Ron after all. Did he want to doom himself to the same fate? To doom Betty as well?
“This is bad,” He muttered to himself under his breath. He glanced at Betty again, and a feeling of desire filled him. He wanted to... but for her sake, he couldn't have any feelings for her. So he buried them as deep down as he could and tried to think of ways to get rid of these ridiculous notions.
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