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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
A/N: Ah, I just wanted to mention here, because I don't think I have before, but this isn't a Ron-hate fic. It's not going to turn out like that. In fact, quite the opposite. You see, I don't hate Ron. I know many people who hate her like mad, but I'm not one of them. Despite the overwhelming evidence of her horribleness, the comics where she does nice deeds stand out in my mind, so I've never really been able to hate her.
And I mean, Betty chooses to be best friends with Ron, and I always believed this is because Betty can see the good in Ron. Or maybe I'm just optimistic.

Chapter 8

Betty let out a long, drawn-out sigh. Was it even possible to pick out the shambles that was her life right now? She continued to stare at the fancy ceiling, admiring the lacy patterns done in different shades of, well, white. Or maybe it was a very light gray? Either way it juxtaposed against each other, making the beautiful patterns stand out against the white background, on what would normally have been a very ordinary white ceiling. Trust Ron not to miss out any details. Betty thought.
She closed her eyes and felt her exhaustion sweep through her body. If she tried hard enough, she could hear the shower going in the bathroom. The room was so highly sound-proofed that it took effort on her part to listen for the droplets. Even with her hangover.
Allowing the soothing sound of water running coax her back into a state of semi-consciousness, she felt herself drift away as the world went black.
Which, of course, would be when her phone started ringing. She leaped up from her surprise as her heart went into overdrive and her head began to pound. She groaned from the pain. She lay back and listened to her ring tone for a second, before admitting that it was too annoying to allow to keep ringing, and left the bed so she could find her cell. But only to destroy it, she told herself. I am not in the mood to talk to anyone.
As she left the bed she felt a warm wetness slide down her leg, and she looked down, groaning again. Some of Reggie's cum was leaking down her leg from between her thighs. Oh that was great. With some difficulty she found her purse. She noted her dress lying not too far from it, and wondered how she had remembered to keep her purse with her.
“Oh, shut up, I'm finding you,” She told her phone, in too dark of a mood to be civil to an inanimate object. It was just the icing on the cake for the phone to go silent as soon as she found it. She sighed to herself. “This is not my day,”
Out of curiosity, she decided to see whose call she'd missed. The name on the screen made her freeze.
Ronnie Lodge <3
Veronica was calling her.
The phone started buzzing and ringing again in her hand, and she nearly dropped the mobile device, not expecting it to come to life while she was still holding it. She hesitated, her finger poised over the answer button. Should she answer it? She didn't really feel like talking to anyone, least of all the rich heiress, who was engaged to someone she should have known Betty had been pining after.
But if she didn't answer it, Ron would call her back. Again, and again, and again. And she'd probably pay a visit to the hotel too and find out why Betty wasn't answering her calls. And she would find Reggie here, in a hotel room that reeked of sex and alcohol.
Resigning herself to her fate, Betty pressed the button, then held it to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey bestie! Sleep well?” Ron asked.
Betty winced as Ron's voice shot through her head like an arrow, leaving searing pain in its path. “Not particularly...”
“So a little birdie told me. Hot night, huh?”
Betty seized up. “Who told you?”
“Oh, no one. I just guessed from the way you and Reggie were all over each other last night,” Ron said.
You and Archie were the ones who were all over each other. Betty thought, but didn't voice out her thoughts. It would have just hurt Ron unnecessarily. Not to mention she'll probably ask where that comment came from. “So what's up?”
“Oh, nothing,” Ron said, but her coy tone told of the opposite. Betty just waited, knowing Ron would tell her what was up sooner or later. “I was just wondering, are you free today?”
It was hard for Betty to think with the pounding in her head, but she eventually realized she was off from work for a bit. “I guess, yeah. Why?” She walked to the nearest tissue box she could find, then grabbed a few to wipe up the fluid that continued to run down her leg. Reggie had really dumped a lot of it inside her. A river of white kept flowing down her leg.
“Well, Archiekins and I were thinking of getting all our bridesmaids and the best man measured for the wedding. We just want to get my that out of our way. You know how it is with weddings, planning is so hectic. I just want to get everything done.”
The wedding. They're really getting married. Her answer was hollow, but she did her best to make sure it sounded normal. She wasn't sure if she was successful. “Sure, Ron. That sounds good.”
Ron squealed, Betty winced as the sound pierced through her ear drums. “So, be at the Lodge mansion at two, okay? Giotto is already here – he's that famous designer from Italy, you know. The biggest thing right now – and he's going to be designing both my dress and the bridesmaids', so don't worry bestie, I'll still manage to be prettiest-looking person at the wedding while still allowing you guys to wear something stunning. Oh, and you can bring Reggie. The other guys will be there too,”
“Good to hear,” Betty commented, feeling exhausted. When had talking gotten so tiring?
“Take an aspirin, Betty. You sound like crap,” Ron said.
“I will. See you at two,”
“See you!” Then the call ended. Betty listened to two beeps of the empty dial tone, then placed the phone on the table. She trashed the filthy tissues, all moist with their combined fluids, and made her way to the bathroom. She found the door unlocked, which was good for her. Not that a locked door would have really been able to stop her.
The inside of the bathroom was just as lavish as the rest of the suite. The air was heavy, full of warm droplets, and she found herself getting damp even as she made her way to the shower cubicle. Which should really have been called a shower room, cubicle seemed too inappropriate a word.
She tugged the shower door open, and a spatter of hot water splashed against her bare body. Reggie turned around in surprise, his eyes wide.
“Bet-” She stepped into the shower and silenced him with a kiss, draping her body over his muscular one. Her arms wound around his neck as she lost herself in the ecstasy of his lips. He was frozen at first, shocked at her daring advances. But it didn't take much to rouse him. Within seconds his hands were roaming her body, before resting on her hips, his fingers gripping her lovely waist.
The heavy spray from the shower head drenched them both mercilessly, covering them in hot, pristine liquid. Neither cared. They were too busy pressing themselves against the other, their lips, their chests, their limbs.
Betty lifted her leg, hooking it on his hip, then rubbing her crotch against his slowly hardening one. The heated rod of flesh slapped against the inside of her leg, and she moaned against his mouth.
He humped her insistently, his erection growing exceedingly stiff with his want. He growled softly, she could feel his chest vibrating against hers.
Abruptly, he lifted her other leg, while holding the other one in place at his hip. His hands cradled her butt as he held her against him. His cock slid against her wetness, hot and slippery. He captured her lips once more, kissing her with all his pent-up passion. She reciprocated, loving how he was overwhelming her, transfixed with his ability to make her forget all that had upset her. She wanted him to touch her more, to be filled with him so that there was no more space in her head and heart for all her hurt.
With great stealth, she reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around the throbbing penis. It twitched against her fingers and his hips rolled into hers. She smiled at his impatience, and licked his lips, before aiming the stiff organ at her entrance, ignoring the twinge of pain she felt at having the flesh, still raw from the activities of the night before, jostled by him.
He slid in between her thighs with one smooth thrust, assisted by the water that coated their bodies in a glistening sheen of liquid. She grabbed onto his shoulders tightly, willing the pain to go away and be replaced by that euphoric pleasure she had experienced so much of the night before.
Reggie seemed to sense her pain, and stilled inside her, despite the eager twitching of his manhood. He held her to his body, maintaining the connection of their lower bodies.
“You okay, Blondie?” he murmured into her ear, his voice rough and just loud enough for her to hear.
All she could do was nod against his shoulder. With that affirmation, he began moving. He lifted her, then dropped her back down on himself so that he was penetrating her deeper. She let out a soft whimper, and was surprised when it hit her ears. It wasn't a sound of pain. It was a sound of pure pleasure.
Encouraged, he started to rock himself into her, burying himself further inside her, all the while kissing and licking her earlobe. Soon she found herself bouncing on top of him as well, angling him to hit her in the parts she loved the most, while shoving herself down on him in an almost violent manner.
Reggie soon deemed their movements inadequate and slammed her into the shower glass. She gasped, half expecting it to smash into a thousand diamond shards behind her, but the glass held, true to the standards of the Lodge hotel. He pounded into her fast, using the glass boundary of the shower as leverage. She could feel the admittedly ample flesh of her butt flatten out against the glass, mocking its planar smoothness. His hands were right below it, on the bottom of her thighs, holding her legs straight up so that he could drive himself freely into her core.
Betty threw her head back against the glass, ignoring the loud sound of her skull colliding with the hard material. With her neck exposed, Reggie took advantage of this, leaning forward and nibbling on the bare, pale skin there. He licked it and sucked at it, trying to form a mark. Betty remained blissfully ignorant, focusing only on the rock hard prick that moved in and out of her.
He was so big, so wonderfully imposing. One of his hands moved from her thighs to play with the button at the top of her entrance. She moaned as his expert touch. Her back curved, she arched into him, wanting more of him and his fingers on her clitoris.
She hadn't even realized she was voicing that want out loud. “More... more...”
In her excitement her insides gripped him tighter, molding his cock into the shape of her channel. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of groans and moans, blending in with the splatter of water from the showerhead.
He rubbed her persistently, ensuring she reached her orgasm before he did. Reggie Mantle was nothing if not a gentleman in the bedroom – despite the term 'gentle' being used loosely – and he was intent on making her come. Betty knew he was about to achieve it. Gasping, she let out a muffled cry that sounded like the name of a certain redhead, though Reggie couldn't be sure and Betty would never admit it.
Her inner muscles clenched him rhythmically as she achieved her peak, and he abandoned his massaging of her clit, focusing on his own pleasure as he drilled into her repeatedly, extending her orgasm while sensing that his own was near.
He cried out his pleasure and she watched him tumble into ecstasy, experiencing the spirals of pleasure she could feel still reverberating within her. This was followed by a warmth that built inside her, signifying the spurting of his seed as he began to sow it into her fertile depths.
Betty knew she was going to need a lot more tissues as time went on and Reggie continued to pour his essence into her.
Both panting, they took a minute to recover from their orgasms as the shower continued to rain fat water droplets onto them. Betty was amazed Reggie could still stand. She couldn't even feel her knees.
After a few minutes, he let her down, his deflated dick flopping out of her as he did so. She moved to immerse herself into the strongest of the spray of water, washing off the sweat and some of the semen that had been caught in the head of his cock and was pulled out of her. The rest refused to flow out, so she shrugged and left the shower.
Reggie washed himself briefly, before turning the water off. She spotted a towel on one of the racks and removed it. She placed it over her shoulders before pulling out some toilet tissue to place in between her legs. She could feel the slimy liquid moving inside her, slowly sliding its way to her entrance under the influence of gravity.
It started to pool at her entrance, before making its way down both her legs. She tsked in displeasure, before lifting one of her legs, bracing her knee on the side of the sink so that Reggie's seed would just drip down one leg, making the task of cleaning herself up that much easier.
She paid the lustful creature watching her clean herself up no mind until it was too late Without a word, Reggie's burning hardness was shoved right into her again. She felt herself pushed forward from the force of it.
“Reggie!” She gasped, glancing behind her. But he was focusing entirely on the area where they were connected.
He jabbed at her innermost spot, as his large hands cupped her breasts, cradling the soft mounds on her chest. She moaned as he pinched her nipples roughly. She should have protested the almost painful treatment, but she knew she couldn't with the way they hardened up beneath his touch. She was getting turned on by the roughness.
She looked up at the animalistic picture reflected in the mirror, with him humping into her, a firm, steely rod shoved up her snatch, fully visible because of how widely she was spreading her legs for him. She couldn't believe the girl in the mirror was her. Her, Betty Cooper, who had always been such a good girl, who was a virgin until the night before.
The image excited her as much as it shocked her.
Maybe it was exactly who she was all along.
She slammed herself back against her partner, eager to get him deeper into her. Her hands overlapped his on her breasts, enticing him to squeeze her tighter. To love her more.
He was thrusting into her so hard she was bent over the sink, her ass slapping against him each time he fucked himself into her, his balls swinging forward from the force. They panted, and she could feel him twitch inside her. He groaned, he wanted to last a bit longer, to see her through to another orgasm, but he was too close.
She leaned back and whispered in his ear “Just come,”
And he did. He wrapped his arms around her midriff and sheathed himself completely inside her as he blasted into her over and over again. She could feel it - the hard spurts of hot fluids hit the end of her vagina as it was squeezed out of him.
For a whole minute they were still, trying to catch their breath. Betty was finally aware of the water dripping from them onto the floor. She had lost her towel somewhere along the way. Reggie slipped out of her as she was looking for her towel, and the emptiness left her wanting again. His flaccid organ sprayed one last, weak spurt of white onto the floor.
“So, Blondie, wanna tell me what's with the change of heart?” He panted into her ear. She was silent as she reached over, grabbed a fresh towel from the rack and dabbed herself dry. The one on the floor was soaking. Looking at the floor, she sighed. They had made a mess of puddles all over the bathroom floor.
“Ron wants me at the Lodge mansion at two to get fitted for the bridesmaid's gown. You're invited too,”
“...Oh,” he said, understanding the hidden meaning immediately.
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “You don't have to go,” she told him, though inwardly she hoped he would. She needed his support.
He mulled it over. “Yeah, I guess I'll make an appearance for those simpletons,” He said, but the joke was a hollow one.
Both knew that they would not enjoy being at the Lodge mansion, being part of the preparation for the wedding of their respective sweethearts.
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