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Young and In Love	By : Misskiki47 Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 5199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter Nine
Author's Note:
To SIntah: When you are horny teens, you find places to make love. I didn't want their parents around all the time, what fun is that? aND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KONOW ABOUT THE FORMATTING. SORRY EVERYONE-tHE SITE SEEMS TO DO THIS AT TIMES
Vicky apologized to Betty the first chance she got, which was the very next day. It was hard for Betty to look Vicky in the eye, but soon everything was back to normal. In the summer the Mantles had a barbecue, with their friends and family over. All the kids swam and played volleyball. As it turned into evening it began to get a bit chilly, and Betty was still in the pool, trying to keep warm. Reggie was sitting on a lawn chair, trying to soak up the last of the sun's rays.
"Reggie," said his mother, who was wrapping up the food while she chatted with Alice Cooper. "Will you go get me a sweater? It's getting cold."
"Sure Mom, in a minute, okay?" he replied.
"Reggie, I asked you now!"
"I'll go get it, hon!" volunteered Rick Mantle, jumping up.
"Where is it?"
"Um, it should be in the kitchen," she told her husband.
Right then Betty came over from the pool, wrapped in a towel. She sat on the edge of Reggie's lawn chair, shivering as her teeth chattered. He took his own towel and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"You cold?" he asked.
"Yes!" she laughed. "It was so hot an hour ago!"
He sat up. "You want your clothes, or a sweatshirt or something?"
She nodded, shivering. "Yeah, please. Thanks sweetie," she told him as he jumped up and ran into the house.
Vicky's rolled her eyes. "Hmph!" she said as she carried food into the house.
Rick grinned at her while he covered the barbecue.
"What the matter with Miss Vicky?" Betty asked, confused.
"She had just asked Reggie to get her a sweater and he wouldn't."
"What?" she exclaimed, sounding surprised at Reggie.
"Why not?"
Rick shrugged. "I don't know. He told her to wait, but when you asked, he ran like the wind to get it for you. He’s always been her little baby."
Betty looked surprised as she now understood what his dad had been laughing about.
"Yeah, but he's my little baby now!" she told him with a coy smile.
Rick laughed again. "Yeah, and now I bet she's knows it”, he told Betty with another grin.
Reggie came back out then with her clothes. They looked at him hurrying out and laughed.
"What?" Reggie asked them, mystified.
They just laughed as Betty gave him a hug and kiss as she thanked him for getting the sweater..
***
Betty was awoken by footsteps outside her window. It was Reggie and soon he was in her bed. He lay next to her, holding her tightly in the dark. She kissed him, and climbed on him, pulling her shirt off. He responded, kissing her back as he lay there. She stripped him,
sucking his cock until it was hard. He tried to go down but she pulled him back up, eager to have him inside her. He slid in, and she sighed as he began thrusting on top of her. She lay back and closed her eyes. He began to kiss her as his hard dick moved in and out of her.
Suddenly he stiffened, and stopped moving, then pulled out of her. She opened her eyes to see him looking down between them. In a flash he was off her, lying on his stomach as he faced the wall.
"Reggie?" she whispered. What’s wrong?” He wouldn't look at her, and she figured it out and she felt horrible, ugly and unattractive. But she knew that he didn't think so. She looked the same as she had the last time they did it. But, there it was: Reggie lost his erection.
"It's okay..." she told him, rubbing his back.
"Are you drunk?" she asked, though she knew he hadn’t been drinking.
Reggie shook his head slowly, still not looking at her. He got up then, pulling his pants on in the dark.
"Where are you going?" she asked. "Are you leaving?"
"I should go," he mumbled.
"Reggie! Don't leave!"
He ignored her, sitting on the bed as he quickly tied his shoes. She touched his arm, but he shook her off.
"Reggie! Talk to me!" she begged, in tears.
He left quietly. She lay back in the bed, crying.
Why wouldn't he talk to her? She didn't care about what happened. Maybe he thought she thought he was a failure or a loser. But why had it happened? And why did he have to leave? The whole thing was so weird.
She looked at the clock. It was only ten-thirty. She turned on the light, picking up her phone and dialing. She needed some non-judgmental male’s advice on this situation. She needed to know how to help Reggie.
"Hello?" asked a male voice.
“Archie?"
"Yeah. Hi."
"Hi, it's Betty..."
"Hey Betty! What's up? How are you?" he asked. Archie had not spoken to Betty on the phone for over two years but he was happy to hear from her.
"I’m good, well, it’s kinda bad actually," she whispered. She was desperate for male advice. Archie was the right one as he was not in Reggie’s inner circle of jock friends.
"What's the matter? I haven't talked to you in a couple of years, now."
"It's Reggie..."
“What- did you guys break up?" He tried to keep the pleasure out of his voice at the thought.
"No! It's just that, something happened today."
"What?"
"Well, I need a guy's advice. And I need to talk to you especially because you don't hang with Reggie much now, and he won't find out I told you."
"All right. You can tell me. I'll try to help. What happened?"
"Well... It's embarrassing. Well, he came over, and we were doing it, and, and then he couldn't do it anymore..." she told him.
"What? Oh, you mean he went soft?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah! And he got really upset and he left and he wouldn't even talk to me," she whined.
"He just said, 'I gotta go,' and he left."
"Hmm... Was he drunk? "
"No he wasn't. I mean, I don't care. It's not like I was using him for sex and that's it or something."
Archie sighed. "Hmm... Man! I mean, I'm sure he's really upset, and he was probably too upset to talk."
"Well why did it happen?" she demanded. "What did I do? Has it ever happened to you?"
"No, of course not!" he insisted.
She laughed. "No, really."
"No, actually it hasn't. But," he added honestly. "It probably will happen someday. Probably more than once even. It happens to every guy sometime, but it's not like we talk about it."
"Well why does it happen?"
"I don't know. Maybe he was tired, or he didn't want to do it. He probably didn't want it but he didn't know, and that was his little dude's way of saying, 'Hey! I'm tired and I don't want to work tonight!'"
She laughed, feeling better. "But he wouldn't talk to me. He just left," she said glumly.
"Yeah, he was upset. He's probably stressed too," Archie added.
"D-do you think he feels like a failure maybe? Isn't that how guys feel?"
"Maybe. I mean, you tell me. You know him a lot better than I do."
"Well, I don't know. I thought he wanted to do it," she said glumly.
"Did you instigate or did he?"
"Well, he came over! I guess that's instigating."
"Coming over isn't instigating unless he shows up naked. Maybe he just wanted to hang out. So what did he do when he came over? Did he rip your clothes off?"
"No... Actually, I ripped his clothes off," she admitted, feeling bad. "Maybe I should have asked him if he wanted to do it?"
"Well, yeah, you should have."
"Oh," she said, feeling even worse.
"Well, has he ever said’ no’ to you?"
"No. I don't think he ever has."
"Well, he probably would have said ‘yes’ anyway, even if he didn't want to. Maybe, who knows. That’s how us guys are."
"Why?" she whined. "Why the hell can't he just tell me he didn't want to?"
"Maybe he feels like it's his duty to please you. Well I'm sure he thinks pleasing you is his duty, but now maybe he feels like, like a piece of meat!"
Betty laughed again. "But how am I supposed to know if he wants to do it or not if he won't tell me?"
"I don't know. Maybe you guys need to talk. Make sure he knows it's okay for him to say no. Of course," he added. "I can't tell you for sure if that's the problem, he maybe was just too tired or stressed or something. But don't demand a reason from him, 'cause he probably has no clue either and feels bad."
"He left. Should I call him? Or maybe go see him?"
"Well, you should. He probably just went driving around, looking for the nearest cliff to drive off..."
"Archie!" she said, horrified at the thought.
"Betts, I'm just kiddin' you. I mean, he'll probably come back. Just give him a hug and tell him you love him, and don't say anything about it unless he does first. Don't make him talk about it unless he wants to."
"I guess..."
"Okay?"
"Yeah. You've been a big help, Archie. Thank you."
"No problem. Are you gonna tell him you talked to me?'
"Hell no! He'll shoot me! And you better not tell him, either. He’ll just out and out kill you"
Archie laughed. "I know, I was just kiddin'. Tell him I said 'hi' when he comes back," he teased.
"Yeah sure! Well, I gotta go. Talk to you later."
"Bye, kiddo."
"Bye."
Betty lay back, feeling better. But her room was still lonely without Reggie there. She sighed. She shut off the light and went back to bed. A few hours later she fell asleep.
When she woke up it was nearly light outside. Reggie was lying next to her, looking at her.
She inched closer to him, and hugged him. "I love you so much," she mumbled.
"I love you too."
She smiled, then closed her eyes again as she rested her head on his chest. She didn't say anything else, and neither did he. They both fell asleep.
When he woke up she wasn't in bed. He lay there still, tired. Eventually she came back into her room with a flower from her backyard.
"This is for you," she told him, handing it to him shyly.
He took it, smiling at her. "Thanks."
She climbed back into the warm bed, stretching as she lay next to him. She didn't say anything.
He started. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.
"Oh yeah? You shouldn't be."
"Yes I should. Last night- it wasn't very good last night."
"Yeah?"
"You know. I'm sorry."
"Well, I wished you would have stayed and talked to me. I don't care at all about what happened."
"Yeah, I should have stayed..."
"You know I don't care about what happened. I don't care at all."
He paused. "Well, it's never happened to me before. I don't know..."
"I'm sorry if I ever put pressure on you. You know I love you, not just for sex."
"You don't put pressure on me..."
"Well, I do. See, you wanted to give me pleasure, by going down on me, but I wouldn't let you. I made you get hard and I didn't even ask you if you wanted to do anything else."
"Maybe..."
"And you put pressure on yourself too," she told him quietly, playing with the blanket. "It's okay for you to say no to me. Just like it's okay for me to say no to you. Got it?"
He nodded.
"And I'm sorry about what happened before," she told him quietly. "I still feel really bad about what a bitch I was."
"When?"
"You know... A couple of weeks ago." A few weeks ago they had a few drinks at Nancy’s and Betty became very horny. Reggie didn’t want to do it there, but Betty had insisted. She had drunkenly told him,
“If you love me, you’d do it.” So he did make love to her to prove he did love her.
Betty was insatiable when she drank.
He laughed. "Betty, I think it's funny that you make me do it so much! I told you I'm not mad."
"No, see, but what I said to you that night was so wrong. I know what I told you, but I didn't mean it, and I was drunk out of my mind and all, but maybe you still think about it..."
"No, Betty! I don't!"
She rubbed his shoulders. "Maybe you do."
"I told you, I don't!"
"I never meant it," she whispered. "I know maybe you think, maybe... I don't know... Maybe I hurt you a lot?"
She started to sniffle, wiping her eyes.
"Betty!" he said. "Are we still talking about the same thing here?"
She nodded. "Yes! 'Member when I said that if you loved me you would be able to do it again?" she cried.
He groaned, pulling her to him. "Don't worry about it. I know you didn't mean it. You were drunk."
She shook her head frantically. "No! You know, you say that you shouldn't excuse someone's behavior because they were drunk. It still counts."
He didn't say anything.
"But I didn't mean it."
He sighed. "I know you didn't," he said quietly, looking at his hands.
"I love you."
He smiled, and nodded. "I love you too."
"And you know, we don't have to make love for me to feel close to you, for us to feel close," she whispered.
He smiled. "I know. I love you."
"I love you too!" She kissed him. "Now let's have a great day, okay?"
"Sure. Let's have a great rest of our lives."
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