Archie Andrews was dog tired from football practice. Thank god coach had let them leave half hour early due to the rain. All Archie wanted to do was crawl into bed and nap until dinner time. He had just reached the top of the stairs when he heard noises coming from his bedroom. The door was partially open and he approached hesitantly.
As he neared his bedroom door, two bodies came into view. At first glance, Archie relaxed realizing it was just Betty and Jughead, then a startling realization hit Archie and his entire body tensed. Betty and Jughead were… they were… in a compromising position to say the least.
Betty was lying on her back with Jughead on his side, lying close to her. Betty was topless and Archie could feel the flush beginning in his cheeks. Her usually high ponytail given way to loose blonde curls. Her eyes were closed and she was making little cooing noises. Her breasts were beautiful and full, her nipples hard and pink.
The next piece of the image to strike Archie took the heat immediately from his face, directing it to region below his belt buckle. Betty was wearing a loose floral skirt, which was hiked up around her hips. Jughead's hand was lost in Betty's pink panties. Just as Archie realized exactly what was happening, Betty began moaning loudly. "Juggie, don't stop. Please, don't stop." Betty's face was flushed a beautiful pink and her lips were dark red.
Part of Archie wanted to turn and run; he couldn't imagine the embarrassment of interrupting such an intimate scene. On the other hand, Betty and Jughead were in his room, on his bed! He didn't want it to go any further on top of the sheets he would be sleeping on in only a matter of hours, plus, a new feeling had emerged as soon as he had heard Betty moaning Jughead's name: jealousy. Suddenly, he wanted to be the one touching Betty in her most private of places. He wanted to run his hands up to those perfect breasts and take a perfect nipple in his mouth. He felt himself getting hard as he looked on.
Just as Archie's hand slowly crept down his stomach toward his now fully erect member, he found himself locking eyes with Jughead. Jughead's mouth formed a perfect "o" in surprise and he seemed to leap from his lying position to his feet in half a second. Betty tilted her head up to see what had suddenly gotten Jughead's attention and flushed bright red when she saw Archie standing in the doorway.
"How much of that did you see?" Jughead asked, panic in his voice.
"Well… I… I just came up the stairs and I mean, I saw everything that you were doing," Archie surmised lamely.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Archie," Betty gasped as she pulled her shirt over her head. "We just got carried away and we thought you would be at football practice awhile longer."
"Oh, umm, it's ok." Archie had wanted to be angry, but now he just felt awkward. He had rejected Betty just a few months ago, she and Jughead seemed truly happy now, and now he was lusting after her?
"Maybe we should just forget this ever happened?" Archie asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yes, that sounds like a plan," Jughead said, nodding his head thankfully.
Jughead and Betty quickly and sheepishly left his room. Archie sat down on his bed, mind still reeling with what had just happened. As his mind once again returned to the image of Betty, almost naked and in the throes of pleasure, he realized there was no way he could just forget this ever happened.