Jughead and Betty First Time

"Or you could stay," I tell her. I can hear my own heart beating in my chest. I lean over and put my hand to Betty's dress, just barely touching her thigh. I can see passion behind her eyes. She leans close to me.

"Stay," I beg.

I can see it on her face before she does it. I know what she will do. She is not going to leave me alone here. Betty leans over so I grab her around the waist and pull her legs over me. I can already feel her heat under her dress. We kiss passionately. It takes me just seconds to unzip her dress and pull it off of her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts that I begin kissing and groping without a second of hesitation.

The male body is incredibly simple. She can already feel me underneath of her precious, warm body.

"Wait," she says.

"What? What is it Betty?" I ask, almost unable to stop kissing her beautiful neck, marking her with tiny red spots.

"I want to tell you something."

"What?" I ask so softly that I am not sure if it is even out loud. It scares me. That look on her face. But then there is something else. Lust maybe? Or maybe just something overwhelming she is not even sure of.

"Nothing. Just…I want you… I want all of you…tonight," she says.

I kiss her again, slowly this time and nervously. I wonder if she can feel my hands shaking. I keep them around her body and then fondle up to her bra. We keep kissing for several more minutes. Then I feel her hands on my suspenders. She pushes them off of my shoulders. I smile as I grab her legs under my hands.

"Jug," she whispers as I kiss her neck.

I do this until I carry her back to my room where I lay her down on the bed. I can hear her heavy breathing underneath of my gentle embrace. Her body longs for me. I can already tell as she lays under me in her underwear and bra. I flip her on top of me to untangle her bra from her body but I am stopped at the complexity of its latches. She smiles, almost laughs that perfect sweet laugh and then kisses me once as she does it herself, moving my shaking hands from her back.

"I got it," she says and takes it off, leaving it to the side of our tangled love.

I am enthralled with her beauty. The beautiful curve of her breasts that lead right down to the perfectly smooth part of her beautiful stomach and sides. I don't let my eyes continue to wonder. I know they will be allowed that privilege tonight anyway.

"Jug," she whispers as I kiss her neck. But is not just a moan. It is a plea. I look to her, stopping my kisses so that I can see her face. She puts her hands on my pants and begins to undo the button and zipper. She sees my shaking hands, my wavering eyes and puts her hand over me, under my pants but over my underwear. I lean my head back, unable to keep my eyes open at this perfect sensation.

"Betty," I mumble.

But it is not long before she is taking them off of my body, leaving me in the same state that she is. After a long time of kissing, I am realizing that this needs to go somewhere or nowhere at all. I look down at her beautiful body. Her legs are open and I am between them. Her eyes are locked on mine. She has one shaking hand in my hair and the other around my back. I am using my elbows to hold myself up. But we both realize what we are doing.

"Are you sure?" I ask her in a voice that is not as strong as I wanted it to be. But she seems to think the opposite.

"Yes, Juggie," she promises. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I had longed to hear her say that again. I had wanted it, wished for it for so long. I roll off of her for a brief moment. Betty stands up, much to my surprise and turns to face me. I watch as she slowly pulls her pink panties down her thighs and lets them drop to the floor past her knees.

I realize I am staring but I don't care. I sit at the edge of the bed and she looks down at my underwear. Her hands are shaking at her sides. Her body looks desperate but also nervous. I can understand that, as I feel exactly the same. I pull my underwear down, knowing that I shouldn't have so many nerves standing on edge right now. I move so that I am on the other side of the bed and gesture for her to join me.

She lays down and opens one of her legs with her knee bent up. She is waiting for me so obviously.

"Are you nervous?" she asks me.

I nod.

"Me too. But I want you, Juggie," she promises.

There is enough confidence in that statement to have me pushing myself on top of her. I hold my body weight up with my elbows as she reaches between us. I watch her eyes but I can't describe the feeling.

"Is this okay?" I ask her after I see her flinch. She nods, biting onto her lip. I can feel her grip on my back tighten so I panic just slightly in my head. She holds my hand by her head and kisses me a few times before I am shaking so bad she has to let me move.

After a minute I can see her face start to change. Her blonde hair is splayed out on the pillow. Her back arches just a little. Her neck looks tense. She bites her lip but moans anyway. I love hearing her. I keep her close to me the entire time, feeling her warmth and every drop of her sweat.

"Juggie!" she says a few times. I am starting to get the idea so I move faster with her body, getting our perfect rhythm together.

"Juggie," she whispers again.

"Betty," I whisper back.

I hold my arm underneath of her body and moan into her hair. She understands when I whisper it in her ear. She holds onto my body as I call out her name in a damaged gasp of exuberated pleasures. There is no holding back any feeling. I practically see stars with her perfect body underneath of me, her mouth saying my name and the electricity that I feel coursing through my honest veins as we make the other ours.

I lay on her chest and she rests her hand in my hair, kissing my cheek as we catch our breath. I can hear her breathing so much louder than my own. Then she is holding onto me, my back and she gasps.

"Was that okay?" I ask her as I lean up on my arm.

"Yes. Very okay, Jug," she assures with that Betty smile.

I roll off of her and pull her to my side. She curls up so naturally it makes me smile. I kiss the top of her head and keep her as close as possible. She wraps her arm around my waist and we lay in total silence for several seconds.

"I love you," she whispers.

I tilt her chin up to look at me with a smile on my face.

"I love you, Betty."

"Can we never break up again, please?" she asks, staring into my eyes. I nod, squeezing her a little tighter than I mean to.

"I'm not going to leave you again, Betty," I promise.

"No matter how dark things get. No matter how scared or sad we are about anything, we have to be honest and we have to remember that we love each other. We can be lighter than any darkness," she promises.

"Yes, we can," I agree and pull her in for another kiss.

Little did we know that Betty Cooper would be returning home to that very same darkness. This would test that promise. But we would accept it. Never again would I leave her and never again would she lie to me. Betty Cooper was undoubtedly mine.