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Unexpected Prom Date	By : Mika-Noel Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 6842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Archie Comics, or the characters. I only own this story. I do not make profit from this story and only wrote it for fun.

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Silence engulfed the room, Jughead's heart beating so fast he could barely contain it. Finally he broke the silence again, but this time it was barely a whisper. “See, I told you it'd ruin things.”
“Oh, Jughead. No.” She crawled closer to him, traveling across the giant king sized bed. “Do you know what I said to Archie and Ronnie before I left my hotel room?”
“Something about Archie being worse than Reggie, right?”
“No. I left out a part. I told Archie this, word for word: 'And I love Jughead Jones, so don't you ever slander him like that again'. I think he still might be in shock, honestly.” A warm chuckle sounded through her throat.
“Wait.... say that again... I can't believe...”
Betty crawled closer to him. “Forsythe Pendleton Jones III. I have fallen in love with you.”
The shocked expression on his face was enough to make Betty want to hold him and love him with everything in her. It was an expression between disbelief and joy, and absolute shock. Instead she settled with grinning goofily at him.
“Houston, we may have a problem. It seems Project Jones has malfunctioned.” She began to gently make fun of him, a little game they played. “Sending back---”
But before she could finish her little quip, he had lunged forward and put both hands to either side of her face. He stared at her intently, her smile mirrored on his face. He looked positively boyish and adorable, he was so excited about the situation.
“I love you, Elizabeth Ann Cooper.”
“I love you too, Juggie.”
“I always have loved you and I always will.”
“It took me a little longer to realize it, but I have loved you for a long time too.”
“Will you be my girl?”
“Count on it.”
And just like that all of Jughead Jones' biggest dreams had come true. Betty Blue Eyes was his. He giggled a little, putting his forehead to hers and enjoying the sensation of requited love.
“Juggie?” Betty wiggled a little in his grip.
“Mmm?” He was too gleeful to break the moment.
“Kiss me.” She said it so simply. As if it were easy.
Now, he guessed it kinda was. “Roger that, Control.”
And then their lips came together. Jughead tilted his head slightly so that he could properly slant his lips over hers. It was an innocent kiss. He wanted it that way. Her lips were as soft as he imagined they would be. And warm. With that thought, he pulled back from her and opened his eyes so that he could see her face.
Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly puckered from the kiss. Her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks, they were so thick. Her cheeks were ever so slightly pink. Pretty golden hair cascaded down her shoulders in an erotic mess.
Gently he rubbed her cheek with his thumb, caressing her. Loving her. “You're beautiful.”
Her eyes fluttered open and her mouth opened to retort, but he didn't want to hear it. Seeing those pretty lips part was all the encouragement he needed. He dipped his head and actually kissed her this time. Cradling her head in his hands, he worked her lips with his own, nipping and sucking lightly. Slowly Betty had frozen with shock at first before letting out a soft moan and throwing her arms around his shoulders. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding his head in place much like he was holding hers.
It was the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced, and he hadn't even used his tongue yet. If Jughead could kiss like this, why isn't he already taken? She thought absently, before all thoughts fled her mind. He leaned his weight onto her, guiding her back into the plush mattress. The sensation on his weight on her was too much for her brain to handle, and she short circuited, thinking of nothing but him and how he made her feel.
And boy did he make her feel. Those naughty hands started roaming, one releasing her cheek to run up her side, her ribcage, just inches from her breast. It was the worst tease she had ever felt in her life. It caused a small feminine gasp to escape from her lips and Jughead took his opportunity to thrust his tongue in his mouth. It met hers sensually, stroking it. He explored the silky inside of her mouth hungrily.
She ran her hands up and down his bare back, the skin feeling velvety but firm. Very manly, to her surprise. And that observation only sent her a degree higher. Lightly his index finger traced the tendon in her neck, then her collarbone. The light touch was maddening, and electricity seemed to spark from his mere touch.
Betty felt like she couldn't breath. But she didn't want to. Not if breathing meant stopping this kiss. She suddenly wanted to go further more than anything in her life. She groaned with the sensations Jughead was giving to her, and her hands roamed further down, dipping into the elastic of his boxers....
He broke the kiss then, both of their breathing ragged. He buried his face in the hollow of her neck before shaking his head slightly.
“Betty. Slow down. Not yet.”
“Juggie.” She retorted. “Yes yet.”
“Listen, Blue Eyes.” He cupped her face again, but so he could look clearly into her eyes to know what she was thinking. “You have been my girl for less than an hour, and you already want to make love?”
“If it's with you.” She answered simply.
“No Betty. If you do this, you can't take it back. Your virginity is gone.” He added “For Good.” for emphasis, trying to get her to understand the full situation. “I really do love you, and I don't want you to do something you would regret.”
“Juggie... are you...?”
“No, I'm not a virgin. But I'd like to keep you one. At least for a while.” He placed a kiss to her forehead.
“Really?” She asked, shocked. “With who...?”
“...............” He started to get up from the bed, sensing that this conversation had went a way he didn't want to go.
“Forsythe Jones, you will tell me or so help me I will throw away that cookie recipe you want so badly.” She crossed her arms haughtily.
“You would threaten the cookies.” He grumbled. He ran a hand through his hair. “Promise you won't be mad.”
“Just tell me.” She sighed with exasperation.
“It was with Veronica.” He grumbled.
“RONNIE?” Betty's mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You don't even like each other!”
“Yeah, well...” he played absently with her hair. “I started not liking her after that, when she acted so casually about it. I thought... well... you liked her so much, there must be something you see in her. And she cheats around on Archie all the time, so it didn't really bother me that she was coming on to me. But it was how terribly she treated me afterwords that made me dislike her. She treated me like I was a toy she was done with. Worthless. And the thing is, in the end I just felt like I betrayed you.”
“That's awful...” She whispered it low, the sound broken. But not because she was upset over who, but because she was upset for how Ronnie treated him.
“I think she just wanted to take something else from you. She was jealous of our friendship, and wanted to try to break it. But I told her no matter what I'd still always love you the most and she just got mad. Hated me ever since.” He looked to her, actually looking like he was going to cry. “I'm sorry, Betty. It's bad. I won't be shocked if you don't want to be my girlfriend anymore.”
“Stupid. Something like that won't make me stop loving you.” She sighed. “It just makes me mad. That Ronnie would do that. And it makes me want you more.”
“What?” Jughead gave her a look like she was eating lunacy pills. “You do realize that story was meant to explain the virtues of keeping your purity not encourage losing it?”
She lifted up and kissed him slowly, causing him to melt on top of her. His resistance melted as efficiently as well. After loosening him up, she allowed the kiss to end. She absently played with the hair at the base of his neck, trying to figure out the right words.
“It's just... I want you to be my first. This isn't like you and Ronnie. It's me and you. We love each other. And I want my first time to be attached to this night. The night where everything started making sense again.” She smiled coyly at him before whispering something in his ear.
“Besides, I want to prove to you that whatever Ronnie can do, I do better.”
“You have a serious inferiority complex when it comes to Veronica, you know that?” He said it on a groan, her words affecting him deeply.
“Shut it, Jones.”
She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to her, his weight once more fully over her. It was so pleasant, the tangibility of him there. Their lips met and she didn't even bother with formalities. She plunged her tongue deep, perhaps searching for tonsils. She wasn't new to kissing, but she was new to this. And Mr. Jones could kiss. Oh, could he kiss.
After tonguing for a long while, Betty started to place subtle hits. Pressing her breasts to his chest. Lightly sliding the tips of her fingers under the band to his boxers. Gyrating her hips ever so slightly. There was only so much a teenage boy could take. With a growl of desire he gave in.
“How do you get this damn dress off?” He said, his fingers running up and down the back of it, searching for a zipper. Betty looked like the cat that got the canary. Feeling more than a little bit frisky, she stood up from the bed. “Betty?” He asked, almost afraid that at this point she was going to back out.
Instead her fingers slowly traced up her side and came to rest at under her armpit. She slowly tugged on the dress and it unhooked with a small snap. She unhooked it one small latch at a time, alternating bodice sides. The corset part of the dress fell off.
Jughead could only watch, his mouth dry. His eyes hungry. His cock swelling to an almost painful level. Was there even any blood up top anymore? Slowly she shimmied the bodice of the dress off and he almost came. She wasn't wearing a bra.
Her breasts were perfection. Both evenly sized globes, not too large and not to small. Perky, just like their owner. And the nipples were erect already, puckered to the air. They were a pretty rose color. It was amazing how intensely she affected him only half exposed. When her thumbs hooked around the waist of her dress, he started to breath so intensely it would have been embarrassing if he wasn't otherwise occupied. Her hips moved back and forth with shimmying movements, slowly forcing the silk from the curve of her ass and thighs.
Good god, she was trying to kill him. That was it. She wanted him dead. Because why else wouldn't she wear panties if not to give him a heart attack? She was completely bare, something Jughead never thought he would see. And she was so sexy, the airbrushed girls in magazines couldn't even compare. His mouth was dry, so he licked his lips nervously before speaking.
“Get over here.” His voice was low and gravely. Manly. Betty could hardly breath, his gaze scorching her. Trails of fire lit up her body, gathering in her stomach and melting. It was a sensation unlike any she had every experienced, and she wanted to feel more. It was new and exciting, and she would explore it.
So she followed his command and shakily padded to the bed. Before she could climb back on it, he tossed his legs over the side and drew her between them. Hands roamed her back, tracing her shoulder blades and her spine. Her breathing shorted out, her mind blanking.
Jughead leaned forward and kissed first her collarbone, from one shoulder to another, then her neck. He traced his tongue up the tendon to her throat, ending under her chin. He skipped to her jaw and feathered kisses along it until he reached her lips. He didn't use tongue this time, simply kissed her the way she should be kissed; passionately but slowly.
She started to thread her hands into his hair, to imprison him in the kiss, but he curved his lips with a smile and broke it, before trailing back down her neck. He reached a bounteous breast and palmed it, massaging it. A gasp laced her lips, but he wasn't done. Jughead dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, causing her to cry out.
He paid the utmost attention to that nipple, nipping it and sucking it. Then when one last lick, he switched attentions to the other side. A man always played fair, after all. His meticulous teasing caused her knees to buckle and she leaned into him, helpless to his ministrations. Betty's hands clutched at his shoulders helplessly, her breathing uneven.
“Juggie... please...” Her quivering voice whispered these words into his ear, not even quite sure what she was asking of him. Jughead broke away from her breast to place a kiss on her flat stomach. Then, those skilled lips stretched mischievously.
He grabbed her by the hips and tossed her next to him on his king-sized bed. She yelped in surprise, bouncing on the mattress. Before she could recover he had smothered her lips with his own, once more kissing her until she was mindless. He broke away and once more returned to his worshiping, starting at her stomach were he left off. He planted small pecks further down, on her hipbone. It took a second for Betty to realize where this was going.
“Juggie!” She said, scandalized, trying to scrabble away. He grabbed her hips to keep her in place, and leveled those beautiful brown eyes on her. Betty became both entranced and speechless.
“Do you trust me?” His rough voice asked, his eyes searching her to the soul. She swallowed nervously before nodding, her blonde hair bouncing ever so slightly. Those sinful lips smiled again before returning to their task.
His hands changed direction and ran upwards, her thighs smooth and firm. The contact caused her to open her legs, allowing for more of his caresses. He took his opportunity and continued his trail to the apex of her thighs where crisp blonde curls hid the center of the world. He parted her lips with his fingers and rubbed at the glistening flesh.
Betty had never felt sensations like this before. She gasped and raised her hips off the bed as he licked up her slit. Jughead knew an opportunity when he found one and put one hand under her butt to keep her at that useful angle. Then he licked her clitoris into his mouth and used the other hand to work magic. Slowly he entered one finger into her, while sucking lightly on the center of her pleasure.
Betty felt like she was coming apart, her body unsure of how to deal with so many feelings at once. He slowly pumped that finger in and out, getting her body used to the invasion. He was careful to make sure he wasn't going too deep, because he didn't want to pop her cherry too early. She moaned, unable to stifle her voice. She was getting slicker, so Jughead decided it was time to get her used to bigger invasions. He added another finger, bending his fingers to properly stroke her inside walls. She felt herself clenching, her toes curling, then he hummed lightly against her sensitive bud and she came apart.
Pleasure ripped through her mind, her vision blinking, while her insides pulsated. Jughead wasted no time, he simply watched her face and inserted a third finger, trying to stretch her even farther. He had never taken a virgin before, but he wanted to do it right. And he knew that the first step was preparing her.
He was doing a good job of it, Betty was so wet that the sheets were getting damp, and after a few pumps with three fingers, he decided it was good enough. Finally her spasms had stopped and she looked to him, her lids heavy and her chest heaving. He raised his soaked hand to his mouth and licked it clean, relishing the flavor.
Jughead was so turned on he couldn't stand it. So turned on he couldn't breath. He couldn't think. The only thing existing in the world was the girl in front of him. She was trembling, still reeling from her orgasm, but he knew that she wasn't sated. They hadn't even gotten to the main part yet.
“Juggie?” Betty bit her lip and looked to him in confusion, obviously wondering why he had paused.
“You're so damn pretty.” He explained, before meshing his lips to hers. This kiss was more primal and hungry than anything, taking from her rather than worrying about pleasing her. She tasted a peculiar flavor on his tongue and realized in passing that it must be her own essence, which only caused her to need him more. He broke away from their kiss to cup her cheeks in his palms and stare into her blue eyes.
“Betty. Are you sure? If you don't stop me now, I won't be able to later.” While he send this gently, his face was savage. His primal instincts took hold, and he only wanted to lose himself in her. She afforded him a sultry smile.
“Don't pansy out on me now, Jones.” She teased, pinching his arm. He hardly seemed to notice, his pupils dilating with need. And then his lips were on hers again, but she pushed him away. “Wait. Wait.”
His heart sank, but he could take a hint. He started to separate himself from her, but she dug her nails into his shoulders to keep him in place.
“You still have on boxers, lazy. You missed a step.” Jughead froze, but then a smile followed. He didn't have to be told twice. He slid them off himself, freeing his most private appendage. It was completely erect, reaching for it's goal. For the girl of his dreams.
Then he went back to kissing her. He whispered endearments between kisses, tickling her lips with his breath. All he could think of is that he didn't want to hurt her, but he knew the way of things for girls. So he made it as easy for her as possible and supported most of his weight with his forearms. He positioned himself at her opening.
“This will hurt. I don't want to lie.” He gave her an apologetic look.
“So I've been told.” She joked. Betty gave him a half-smile. She gently caressed his cheek with her hand. “It's okay. I'm strong. I can handle it. And I know you'd never hurt me more than you had to.”
Jughead eased in a little, breaching her opening. Already it felt too damn good to be true, and he was on the verge of letting all his primal instincts take over, but he had to do this right. Sweat formed over his body, the strain taking it's toll. He continued to slide into her until he felt a little resistance.
“Hold onto me...” He instructed through clenched teeth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. “Bite my shoulder. It will help if you have something to bite down on.”
“But Juggie I don't...” She began to protest.
“Just do it. It's not fair if you are the only one hurting anyways.” Betty swallowed, but nibbled at his shoulder, before wrapping her mouth around it. Once she was in position, he pushed into her a little further, breaking the barrier of her virginity. She cried out, the sound muffled around his shoulder, as she bit down. He felt the pinching pain of her teeth cut into the skin, but didn't care. He only cared about the girl, who currently was tensing up.
“Sorry...” He mumbled, not moving at all and letting her adjust. Betty felt the sharp pain of her hymen being pierced, then pressure. She realized that she was biting Jughead hard and eased up before she made him bleed, but the worst part was the pressure. The pressure of a large invasion. Slowly the pain melted and molten pleasure took its place. The feeling of him in her was unlike anything she had ever experienced and pure ambrosia. She wrapped her legs around his hips and attempted to push him in further, craving the sensation.
“Betty... wait... let your body get used to it.” Jughead practically grunted the words, cold sweat popping up on his brow. She released his shoulder and kissed him, a quick peck.
“Juggie. Go further. Please.” It was enough to break him, the plead. But he was still gentle, sliding in slowly, centimeter by centimeter, until he was all the way inside. They stayed like that for a while, until Betty started to wiggle her hips. “I'm fine! Move!”
Still determined to do it the right way, he withdrew once and then slid in slowly again. They both groaned with pleasure the second time, unable to contain their excitement. He paused, but for a shorter time now. He could her body accepting him, so he knew that he wasn't going to hurt her. His muscles were quivering, and he was losing more and more control.
“Are you ready for this?” He said it with a strained voice.
“JUGGIE.” Betty was getting frantic now. “Just do it!!!”
The dams broke. He started to pump in and out of her, still slower than he normally would have, but with a lot less care than before. Her responses were so positive that he could barely hold back. But he wanted it to be good for her. He wanted her to enjoy him so badly.
Then he lost all control. He started to thrust harder, but he had enough mind to reach between them and press on her clit. He used the other hand to massage a breast rather roughly, pinching and twisting the nipple. Betty couldn't hold it together anymore, she orgasmed for the second time that night.
But Jughead wasn't done. He had been waiting much too long for this. And she felt so good, he had to savor her. He could smell her musk, turning him on impossibly more. His stamina was impressive, causing Betty's excitement to build again. When he felt as if he couldn't last any longer he smashed his lips to hers, their teeth clashing.
Then they came apart together, her for the third time that night. Jughead spilled his seed inside of her, pumping it all out while she milked him with her spasming inner walls. Their cries were drowned out only by their pleasure, and when spent Jughead collapsed on top of his new girl.
They both panted, exhausted and sated but still connected in the most intimate ways. Betty felt his weight and bore it proudly, happy to be the recipient of it. But Jughead didn't wish to squish her, so he rolled to the side, pulling out of her. He didn't severe contact completely, though, and kept her in his arms.
“Are you alright?” His voice was worn, but still sexily husky. She chuckled, sounding the same.
“You worry too much. I'm fine. Better than fine.” She kissed his cheek. “That was great.”
“I'm glad to hear that.” A weight was lifted off of his chest that he didn't know had been placed. He assumed it had been there since she suggested sleeping together. He had never taken a girl's virginity before. “I love you, Betty Cooper.”
“I love you too...” She murmured sleepily. Her soft breathing let him know that she had fallen asleep. He looked on her face, trying to soak in every detail of that night. Jughead would keep it close to his heart for as long as he lived. Her face was angelic, but even more so when she slept. It was calm, and innocent, her golden locks framing it. Jughead kissed her forehead lovingly before closing his eyes and allowing himself to drift off.
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