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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.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
A/N: There you go, smut! Also, the chapters are going to get longer from now on. Simply because I'm a little long-winded when it comes to lemons.
Also, I have finished planning the entire story, so I'm hoping updates will be faster. Currently, Rebound Love is planned to end at thirty-one chapters.

Chapter 6

Of course – the first person all eyes turned to was Betty. Who hadn't known about the infamous love triangle? Even though most believed she was with Reggie now, they were expecting a huge reaction out of her.
Betty didn't know how to react. She had been dreading it, but she had somehow seen it coming. There had been indicators... But still – how could Ronnie do that to her? How could she not tell her? Rage and shock and betrayal mixed in the pit of her stomach.
She wanted to go up there, scream and cry and pull at that perfect black hair. Yet she couldn't. She was Betty Cooper – Riverdale's resident angel. She couldn't do that to Archie and Ron. So instead she forced a smile, stood to her feet and started clapping. Even though she could actually feel a real and tangible pain where her heart was.
The people at her table seemed to catch on, and stood as well, joining in with Betty's applause. Some were doing it just because everyone else at the table were doing it, but there were the insightful few who knew how heartbreakingly difficult it was for Betty to hide her sadness and wish them happiness. They didn't know how much, of course, because they still thought she was with Reggie. But they knew enough. Enough to support her.
Soon, everybody was standing, applauding, wolf-whistling, fully supportive of the couple's happiness. Ron and Archie grinned at them, looking every bit that happy couple. There was only one person in the entire hall that remained rooted to his seat, and Betty was very aware of his shock, of the look of 'Are you crazy?' he threw her when she started clapping.
“Reggie-” Betty began, placing her hand on his shoulder, but he twisted out of her grip. Finally, he stood, and abruptly left the hall. The people who had noticed his leaving stared after him in surprise. Betty exchanged a worried look with her gang, then left after Reggie, cursing the heels she was in. Lucky for her, they seemed a lot less conspicuous with everyone standing and clapping, and managed to slip out of the hall for the most part unnoticed. “Reggie. Reggie!” She called, chasing after him as he stormed down the hallways. Quickly. Far faster than she could in her heels, but she refused to give up. “Reggie!”
Unexpectedly, he spun around and she almost crashed into him. He inclined his head towards her so that he was in her face, and he looked absolutely furious. “Did you know that would happen, Betty? Did you know that they were together?” He asked, grabbing her by the shoulders. She winced at the strong grip.
“I guessed, when I saw the rings. I was hoping it wasn't, but...” But it was. She wanted to say, but she didn't. For both their sakes.
“Then what was all that clapping about, huh, Bets?” He challenged.
“That's-” She found it hard to answer him when he was staring at her so murderously.
“Were you just playing me all this while? Waiting for the worst possible moment for me to find out?!” He yelled.
“No!” She shouted back. “How could you possibly think I could do that?!” She could see something change in his eyes. Something broke further within him, and he leaned his head on her shoulder, as if too weak to hold up his head.
“Shit, Bets. I can't believe this is happening,”
“I know. I know,” She said, trying to seem soothing. She patted his back, holding him close. “But we have to. We need to go back there and pretend like nothing's wrong,”
“I can't do that. I can't, Bets. I'm not strong like you,” The last part came out a little choked, and the hands on her shoulders were shaking. “I love her so much, but I can't possibly wish her happiness with that dumbass,” She couldn't even take offence for the last part, because at the moment she thought Archie was a dumbass too.
“Yes, you can, Reg,” She pulled back from him so he could see his face and check if he was crying. He wasn't, but he was close. “You can do this, Reg. You're the Great Mantle, superstar actor! You can play this role. Just for one night, you can do this,” she told him. “And I'll be right there with you,”
He took a deep breath then, and the shaking stopped. “You're right. I can do this,” He released her suddenly, then made his way back to the hall. She followed after him silently, wondering if he really was going to be alright.
As they approached the door to the hall, it opened and Ron peeked out. Reggie and Betty froze.
“Hey guys!” She said, leaving the hall to embrace Betty. Betty felt a strange sense of calm and hollowness as she hugged Ron back. “I saw you guys leave the hall – what happened?” Betty opened her mouth, but nothing came to mind.
“I was feeling kinda sick, Betty came to see if I was alright,” Reggie lied smoothly, and Betty stared at him in surprise.
“Oh, are you feeling any better?' Ron asked, concerned. Reggie nodded, smiling with a seemingly honest manner that Betty knew she could never accomplish.
“Very much,” Reggie said. “Congratulations, Ron. You and Carrot-top – didn't see that one coming,” He laughed, and Betty felt her mouth drop open. He wasn't an actor for nothing after all.
“Thanks, Reg,” Ron said. Reggie nodded, then turned to return back to the hall. As he did, someone else emerged. Archie. Betty felt her heart drop into her stomach involuntarily, then scolded herself for the stupid reaction. She looked to Reggie to see how he was faring. Reggie tackled Archie, and Betty sucked in air to gasp. Reggie got Archie in a headlock, then mussed up his hairstyle.
“There's the lucky man! Congrats, knucklehead!” Reggie said.
“Wha- Reg- Lemme go!” Archie protested.
“Boys, boys, play inside. We women need to talk,” Ron said, guiding the two inside as they struggled. They were still wrestling when she closed the door on them, and Betty wanted to sigh in relief. “So. You and Reg, huh? Why didn't you tell me?” Ron asked.
“Why didn't you tell me about you and Archie?” Betty hedged, but couldn't help the slight hurt in her voice seep in.
“Sorry bestie! It was just so sudden. Everything happened so fast, and then we were planning to surprise you guys, and-” She stopped when she saw Betty's face. “I am sorry, Betty. Forgive me?” She asked.
Betty sighed deeply. “Of course I forgive you,” She said, and couldn't help feeling more hollow as she said the words. Ron squealed and jumped forward, hugging the blonde. “But seriously, Ron. I can pay for my own hotel room,”
“Oh, that,” Ron pulled back so she could look at her friend, but kept a hold on Betty's hands. “The suite's actually a sort of bribe,” She said, and Betty could feel that same feeling of dread return.
“A bribe?”
“Yeah. I want you to be my Maid of Honour,” Ron said. Betty felt herself tense. Maid of Honour? Her? Ron's biggest love rival? “Please? You're my best friend. I can't imagine anyone else being my maid of honour,” Ron pleaded, looking quite desperate. Betty didn't know whether Ron was just trying to rub in the fact that she was with Archie, and always would be, or if she genuinely wanted Betty to be her Maid of Honour. Then Betty recalled Reggie's acting earlier, and how supportive he had been, even though he'd been close to tears just seconds before.
If he could, so could she.
“Of course, Ronnie,” Betty said, and smiled so hard, with so much effort that she almost thought her face would break. Ron let out a loud cheer, then hugged Betty again, jumping up and down as she did so.

Betty was exhausted when she finally returned to their table in the hall. Ron had her hands wrapped around her left arm. From an outsider's perspective, they'd seemed like the happiest pair of best friends you could possibly find. But nobody could possibly imagine how intricately complicated the relationship was.
“Hey Bets,” Reggie said, scooting from Betty's seat to his own, where he had been talking to Archie who was sitting in Veronica's. Archie actually got up and pulled out the chair for Ron, who rewarded him with a peck on the cheek. Betty studiously looked away, towards Reggie, who gave her an encouraging smile and even grabbed her hand, squeezing it for support. Somehow their roles had been reversed, and he had become the stronger one.
“Wow, that does it – there are no more singles at this table!” Midge laughed. “Now it's on you guys to get married, like the rest of us,” Midge winked at Jughead and Ethel, then at Betty and Reggie. Betty smiled back politely, then reached for her drink. Champagne didn't seem strong enough for the context, but it was better than nothing. As she grasped her glass, she realized Reggie was doing the same – and he downed his wine glass faster than her.
“Whoa, Reg, slow down,” Chuck laughed.
“Sorry, all this talk about marriage made my mouth go dry,” Reggie responded, grinning.
“Yeah, I still want to know how you managed to tie this player down, Betty. What's the story?” Nancy asked, and all eyes turned to her and Reg.
“It's not that interesting,” Betty waved their interest away.
“I doubt that. I really want to know,” Ron cut in, eyes sparkling at the prospect of some sort of gossip.
“I'm more curious about you two!” Betty said hurriedly, turning to her best friend and Archie. “How did this come about?”
Lucky for Betty, Ron got distracted by this question, launching into the full tale of how it happened. Betty realized she'd made a mistake – hearing the entire love story seemed even worse than having to lie her way about her and Reggie. Apparently Ron and Archie had no real interest in each other whne they first started working together. But the long hours got to them, and eventually they found themselves falling for each other. The clincher was a blind date Ron had been set up on, who turned out to be a total jerk, and tried to assault her. Archie had come to her rescue.
“He was so brave,” Ron crooned, touching Archie's hand. Betty and Reggie reached for their wine glasses, and shared a secret smile. It had almost become a drinking game for them – they drank each time Ron and Archie touched lovingly, or held hands, or looked deeply into each others' eyes.
The pain began to numb as the alcohol kicked in. Their laughs at the jokes made by people at the reunion table were less forced, and more genuine – to the point of being sort of hysterical.
The waiters kept refilling their glasses, and Betty started to feel all warm and tingly all over. She ignored the people telling her to slow down.
“I really want to celebrate the engagement of our friends!” She claimed, giggling her way through that statement and lifting her glass to everyone at the table. She downed the thing within seconds.
The rest of the dinner was a numbing blur that mercifully ended quite quickly. The next thing she remembered was holding on to Reggie and laughing her heart out at something he said. He too, was laughing uncontrollably as he helped lower her unsteadily into the limousine seat.
“Back home, good man!” He told the chauffeur, who shook his head at their antics, smiling.
Betty giggled at that, smacking Reggie's thigh playfully. He laughed in reply.
“Your lip gloss is so pink,” He slurred. “Have you ever worn this before? It looks so pink,”
“It's pretty isn't it?” She giggled as if she'd made a joke. She wasn't too sure if she did. “It tastes pretty too,”
“Really? Let me taste some,” She puckered her lips and closed her eyes automatically, and she soon felt his lips on hers, hard. He was practically trying to devour her lips.
Was my lip gloss that tasty? She wondered.
When he pulled away they were both panting. She vaguely realized that the partition between the driver and the back seat had been wound up, so that they had some sad mockery of privacy. “I just realized something,” She said.
“What?”
“I ate at the dinner just now and I didn't reapply my lip gloss,” She said. He stared at her for a second, then they burst into laughter. Her funny bone was so ticklish everything seemed hugely funny at the moment.
“Your lips taste good. It's so yummy,” Reggie commented, and suddenly his lips were on hers again. Somehow, her thigh found its way to him, placed over his own hip. He touched the bare skin liberally – starting with the outside of her thigh, then gradually moving towards the inner part. She giggled as he stroked her in places no one had ever so much as accidentally brushed against, as his lips continued to ravage hers.
She felt euphoria at it all, almost as if she'd been on drugs. Not that she knew what being high felt like – she'd never partook in any, not even through her college years. Feeling herself melt in his arms, literally in the crotch region, she decided to respond in kind, slipping her hands under his white shirt, and feeling up the washboard abs she'd seen so often in posters. She wasn't afraid to admit it to herself – Reggie was hot. Or maybe that was the alcohol talking. She really didn't care.
“Mmh...” He moaned. “You are so hot,”
“I was just thinking that about you,”
“Of course you were. Nothing new there. But you...” He trailed off as his eyes roamed her body. She wondered how she'd look. Probably quite askew. Her dress almost slipping off her. Her hair mussed up. Her make-up running.
She had no idea what a hot mess she looked like, of course. But Reggie did.
“Oh, God,” He choked out, before covering up her mouth with his, trying to make those bruised lips even redder. His hands grabbed her sleeves, and tugged them down. She gasped as she felt her breasts suddenly exposed to the air. She knew she should have worn a bra that night.
She made a noise of discomfort, and her nipples hardened as they were embraced by the cold air. Reggie decided to quicken the process a little, massaging and pinching the nubs like an expert. Of course he would be one. Betty could only imagine how many women he'd already slept with. She knew pretty much three quarters of her school's female population had been conquered by the Great Mantle.
It suddenly hit her that she was about to become one of them, and for a moment her mind cleared.
She pulled away, gasping for breath. “Reg-” She cut off when he licked her right nipple – then swiftly followed this up by rolling his hip into hers, letting her feel just how hard he was, to the point that the stiff fabric of his pants couldn't diminish how solid he was. Was that normal? She didn't know how hard guys became, how could she? She was saving herself for Archie. But god that was hard.
It jabbed her in the crotch, and the brief contact that jostled her clit was enough to enslave her to that feeling.
Screw it. She thought. What reason do I have to care? It's not like I have anyone to save myself for...
The somber truth of this thought depressed her, and she promptly tried to distract herself by grabbing Reggie by the collar and tugging him forward so that their lips met again. He, of course, had no second thoughts, eagerly kissing her back the moment their lips met. He twirled her nipples beneath his index and thumb. Just as she thought about how sensitive her nipples had become – to the point of his touch being painful – he cupped her breasts with his hands, squeezing them like stress balls.
His erection then thrust into her again, and again. She could feel it through all the fabric. She couldn't believe how hard he was. Like steel or something. Her hand moved down and she undid his zipper, before pulling out the solid length. She stopped kissing him for a moment, so she could look down. He moved to her neck, kissing and sucking gently.
But Betty Cooper didn't notice. She couldn't believe what was in her hand. Stunned, all she did was hold his cock for a few seconds. She had none to compare it to – she'd never seen one, not even on a dummy or for 'scientific' purposes. The weight, the length, the heat, the white pool of liquid on the top of it. All of it was just stunning.
“Wow,” slipped out of her mouth.
“I get that all the time,” He replied with a grin. The two started laughing hysterically – with his hands still on her breasts and her's on his penis. As they tapered off Reggie suddenly became entranced by her lips again.
Betty stroked him as he made out with her against the limousine seat. She didn't know if 'made out' was the appropriate term in the context. It seemed too tame, considering that they were sucking each others' tongue off while she jerked him off and he fondled her boobs. In a limousine.
His tongue tasted like alcohol and the normally unpleasant bitterness of it was strangely sweet to her. She did all she could to taste more of him. She was too busy tasting him to realize his hand had left her boobs until she felt his warm hand touch her inner thigh again.
As his hand neared her aching core, her strokes increased in speed. She didn't even know what she was doing, but Reggie noticed, experimentally moving his hands further from the crevice between her legs. She slowed down her strokes. Wondering what effect actually touching her pussy would have on her rhythm, he traced the shape of her labia over her panties. Her back arched with a gasp and her hand gripped his cock tighter, all the while moving up and down.
He groaned at how painfully good it felt. He couldn't believe she was a virgin – she had to had some kind of experience jerking a guy off at least. He just managed to tug down her panties, after missing the waistband several times, because of the alcohol and lust swirling around his head.
Finally, he managed to slip the panties towards her knees, and smirked when he noticed the dark spot in the middle of the pure white lingerie. He felt some regret at moving the fabric off her when he felt her release his dick, then assist him in removing her panties, tossing it away – somewhere else in the limo. He didn't know or care where.
She sat in his lap, wriggling those supple buttocks against his crotch, before finding a place to sit that gave her access to his dick. Her hands found his dick easily, and went back to that steady pace of stroking. Her hand ached, but she didn't care at all that it did. If he liked it, she would keep going.
She felt him stroke her pussy lips up and down, gathering the wetness on his finger. He wriggled it around to find her hole, and when he did he felt some surprise at how tight it was, how unresisting the muscles were against him. Her hand stilled on his rod, and he looked up at her face, scrunched up with pain.
“Betty-” He began.
“Sir, Ma'am. Sorry to interrupt you, but we're at Lodge Hote-” The limo driver's voice came through the comm, abruptly, and Reggie couldn't help the growl he immediately responded with.
“Just drive around the block,” He snapped. Betty looked up at him, knowing that hearing Ron's last name stabbed at him. To know that it was the blonde rather than his beloved Ron that was beneath him. And to think that the person she would be with that night was Archie...
They looked at each other and somehow they were so synchronized in that moment that they knew exactly what each other wanted. Reggie thrust his finger inside Betty, and she was ready for it.
Nonetheless, she cried out in pain as he penetrated her with his pointer finger, sinking ever deeper inside her. As he went in, his finger squirmed and curled within her passage, and the burst of pleasure she felt at his touch surprised her. As it did him, when she moaned her approval. He swiftly added another finger, and scissored them, trying to stretch out her muscles, readying them for his own girth.
“Reggie. Reggie, please,” She begged. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take how painful and empty she felt inside. She needed something to fill her up – she needed the pain to be centered somewhere else. She didn't care how. “Reggie, please. Inside now,”
She couldn't quite read what was going on in his head after she said that, and when he nodded she felt some relief. He positioned her seated up on the limousine seat, then lifted her legs onto to the seat as well, but spread to the side, exposing her sacred spot completely.
They didn't bother removing anymore of their clothes. He crawled over her, placing his knees on the seat and his cock hovering above her entrance. She couldn't tear her eyes away from how close their genitals were. Still disconnected, but so close to joining together.
His cock bumped her opening, smearing some of the precum onto her labia. He caught her gaze, and raised an eyebrow.
“Ready?” He asked. She smiled back almost giddily, and nodded. She couldn't think of anyone better to take her virginity...
Oh wait, yeah she could. But he was taken.
All these thoughts flew out of her head, though, the moment Reggie's cock entered her. He was going slow – which was quite a feat considering how drunk he was. She could see the arms braced on either side of her head shaking with his control. Finally, the hot, engorged head of his penis slipped in. Both took a sigh of relief.
That's when the entire limousine went over a speed bump, inserting Reggie way deeper into the virgin beneath him than he should.
“Sorry!” The chauffeur called. Reggie growled again, louder and angrier this time, but Betty took his immediate attention. Her eyes were wide with shock and her mouth had fallen open.
“Bets? Blondie? You okay?” He asked, knowing that withdrawing his cock would just hurt her more.
He was beyond surprised when she grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull him closer, pressing her chest into him.
“Deeper, Reg. Please go deeper,” She murmured into his ear, wanting to be filled even more. The pain was numbing, this was such a good anesthetic she didn't know how she hadn't tried it before.
He paused above her – was she saying what he thought she was saying? He wondered. But he was too drunk and horny to care.
He thrust his hips into hers, burying himself even deeper than before. She gasped, and she squirmed in the seat, her muscles squeezing him tightly.
“Oh, babe. You're so fucking tight,” He moaned, as he slid out again then in once more. She cried out – mostly in pleasure. By this point the pain was so dull she could barely feel it. Maybe it was the alcohol.
She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, just so she could use them to pull him closer and faster. He impaled her a little further inside, and she felt some pain as he stabbed her in places so deep she could barely comprehend the fact that she had them inside her. Even with the pain, it felt so good. She could forget all about her disastrous love-life in that moment. Now she knew why people had rebounds.
“Come on, Reg, faster!” She ordered him, digging her heels into his butt. He tried to shut her up, sealing her mouth with his as he bounced in and out of her. He released her quickly, he needed to concentrate on embedding himself further into her cunt.
She gripped the forearms beside her head, not noticing that her recently manicured nails were drawing blood from them. Something was coiling in her stomach, even more so every time he jabbed her inside. Like it was winding too tight and needed to be released.
His cock was so hot, and so imposing in her. The thought of having someone inside her should have been scary, but it just felt fulfilling, like this was what she was born for. She looked down, and the image of the length disappearing within her, shiny with her juices, made her sheath tighten with her arousal. She knew he felt it when he groaned as if in pain.
She knew it wasn't pain, though, when he said, “God, that feels so good,” He shifted his hands from beside her head to her butt, forcing her to withdraw her own hands. She placed them around his neck instead, holding him close. His hands cupped her buttocks as he drew them forward every time he thrust in, his abs slamming against her clit and his balls swinging forward against her anus.
It was like she was being stimulated in so many different places. And when he finally penetrated her so deep that he bumped against the entrance to her womb – it became too much.
She threw her head back and with a keening scream she felt her climax wash through her. It started from her pussy, and spiraled out towards the rest of her body. The coil in her stomach was just released, after being tightened to the max. She was overcome with euphoria that she knew she couldn't attain from just alcohol. For just those few short seconds life was absolutely perfect.
And then she fell back to Earth. It was too short, too brief. She wanted more. With a gasp she realized all through her orgasm he had never paused his thrusting. Still, he pounded into her aggressively, giving her a mini-orgasm that caused her to shudder all over. Belatedly, she realized that she'd just flooded both their crotches with her clear fluid, and his cock was absolutely glistening, even though there was barely any light in the limo.
“Eep!” She cried out as he hit against her clit while he was slamming against her, her whole body reacted to that contact with the bundle of nerves above her canal.
Reggie didn't care. His eyes were shut tight and she could see him mouthing one word. A word she knew pretty well.
Ronnie. Ron. Ron. He mouthed over and over again, but without any sounds. She clenched her tunnel around him, trying to assist him towards that wonderful peak he had dropped her off. The limo was filled with slick sound of him slipping in and out of her wet opening.
She ran her hands up and down his abs, all the while using her legs to provide some extra force behind the thrusts. He gave a low groan that sounded like the name of a certain brunette Betty knew, and the only pain Betty felt from hearing that was the reminder that she had no chance with Archie anymore. It didn't bother her in the slightest to know that he was imagining her as Ronnie.
The shaft inside her throbbed with the impending orgasm. His thrusts started to get irregular, but stronger. He pushed her up the seat with how hard he was inserting himself into her. His face screwed up like he was in pain, and he let out a low groan as he thrust himself in one last time, slowly, until he was all the way inside with his balls to her labia and his cock-head to her cervix. The meat-pole inside her twitched before it started spraying out hot, thick liquid.
She could feel its thickness, how globular and creamy it was as it spurted into her. If she thought she was full from having him inside her, the ensuing cum that shot into her was quick to change her standard. Her whole belly felt warm from her insides being filled to the brim with all that burning slop of seed.
The amount was overwhelming, and overflowing, it trickled out of her when he withdrew his cock from her cavern, steadily at first then a whole clump of it just dripped out from between the red, swollen pussy lips. While he was busy watching his seed drip out of her onto the limo seat, she was busy looking at the column of flesh between his legs – still large and stiff, ready to go again.
She didn't know why she suggested what she did next and probably never would. She would also come to ponder what would have happened if she didn't.
“Would you like to come back to my room?”
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