The following Monday, Jughead shows up to the Andrew's house around noon and finds there to be no one home. Fred is at work, that much he knows, but it takes him a long while before he remembers that Bulldog boot camp starts today. With no one home, Jughead raids the fridge. Sitting down with a bowl of left over potato salad, he looks over the boot camp schedule on the counter. It looks brutal and he can't help but think it's a bit overkill for a high school football team.

After finishing up his potato salad, which he keeps eating for some reason even though it's one of his least favorite foods, he decides to see what Betty is up to.

He knocks a few times on the Cooper's front door, even rings the doorbell, but no one answers. If she is home, she must be out by the pool. Rounding the house to the back gate that Betty keeps unlocked for them, he pushes it open with the call of her name.

"Oh fuck, shit, sorry," he stammers, his hand quickly coming up to cover his eyes as he backs towards the gate. He stumbles into it, falling on his butt and Betty can't help but laugh as she wraps a towel around her naked breasts.

"You ok," she giggles as she offers him a hand up. He takes it with great hesitancy, avoiding her eyes as he gets up.

Jughead nods. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine Jug."

"It's fine," he questions in disbelief. "Betty I just saw you practically naked and its fine?"

"We could make it even," she suggests. "I show you mine, you show me yours?"

"What are we ten," he scoffs, still unable to look her in the eye.

"Fairs fair," she taunts.

"I'm not gonna show you my dick," he says in a hushed tone.

"Why not? Scared," she taunts once more, a playful grin on her lips.

"I'm not scared, it's just stupid," he argues.

Betty rolls her eyes. "Come on Juggy, let me see," she pleads.

"Fine," he sighs. He eyes her nervously as he undoes his jeans and pulls the waistband of his boxers open to her before quickly replacing it with the rapid rise of his erection.

Dissatisfied with the mere glimpse of the hard on he's trying so desperately to conceal, Betty lays a firm hand on his wrist, pushing his hand away. Jughead swallows hard, his heart racing as she hooks her finger into his waistband and gives it a downward tug. His cock springs upward, throbbing wildly as her towel hits the ground, revealing her near naked frame, save for her white bikini bottoms. Her fingertips graze the underside of his length from base to tip and Jughead lets a shaky sigh as he allows himself a look at her perky, round breasts.

"Betty," he worries, his eyes darting around the yard in search of prying eyes.

Ignoring his worry, Betty slowly drops to her knees at his feet to press a gentle kiss to his swollen tip. He lets a broken moan, his cock springing upward upon contact and Betty grins wildly.

"Can I," she questions as her fingertips stroke his length.

"Betts, I- No one's, uhm-" he swallows hard once more.

"You can say no Jug," she assures him, but he only whimpers in reply as she swirls the bead of precum at his tip with the pad of her thumb.

Slowly, so as not to scare him off, she takes just his tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue and he nearly chokes on the sharp breath he sucks in. She continues on, guiding his length into the heat of her mouth and he's already unraveling. She draws back and takes him again, earning a low groan. His knees begin to shake and she takes him again and again, strangled whines and moans falling from his lips as he grips at the fence behind him for support.

"Betty," he cries out in warning, his entire body tensing up as he spills hot and thick on her tongue.

Betty pulls away, releasing him with a pop as she sucks him clean. He watches with widened eyes, his chest heaving as she swallows it down easily and rises to her feet. No sooner than she tucks him away does he disappear back through the gate. Betty snickers to herself, and goes back to her chair to finish tanning.

Back at the Andrew's, Jughead sits up in Archie's room, his knee bouncing uncontrollably where he sits at the edge of the bed. He's completely beside himself, worrying that he's just ruined the friendship he has grown to appreciate so much over the past month. On the other hand, he can't stop thinking about her perfect breasts, bared before him, so close he could have touched them if he'd had the nerve. And her mouth on him; he groans at just the thought. He works himself into a state of overwhelming arousal and crashes into a pit of despair over and over until he's startled by heavy footsteps on the stairs.

"Hey," Archie calls cheerfully, dropping his duffle bag on the floor as he enters his room looking a bit like a wet rat. He wipes the sweat from his face with his t-shirt, curiously examining Jughead's flustered state. "Everything ok?"

"Betty sucked my dick," he spews out like word vomit, "and now everything's going to be weird, and I don't know if I can ever look at her again, and-"

"Wait hold on," Archie interrupts. "She what? You let her-"

Jughead nods, his teeth chewing at his lip as his knee continues to bounce.

"Nice," Archie celebrates, giving him a pat on the back as a huge grin takes over his face. "It's about time you got some action."

"This isn't funny Arch," Jughead scolds.

Archie takes a seat beside him, a look of understanding taking over his features.

"It doesn't have to be weird," he shrugs. "She obviously likes you or she wouldn't have done it, and you let her Jug. You've never even let a girl kiss you before, and Ethel's been after you for years."

Jughead grins with Archie's laughter. The poor girl has been trying to persuade Jughead's feeling since the first grade and she has yet to be discouraged by his complete lack of interest.

"Just relax," Archie suggests and Jughead nods in agreement.

A long pause lingers between them before Archie pipes up asking, "So, how was it?"

"Nope."

"Awe, come on, no details," he calls as Jughead disappears down the stairs to make a sandwich.

Later that night, Jughead lies awake on the air mattress on Archie's bedroom floor. His focus shifts from the ceiling to the alarm clock on Archie's dresser, reading just after midnight, and back again. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees her, her glimmering green eyes and her naked chest, her blonde head bobbing at his hips and he's near reeling with desire. As his gut swirls with arousal, he lifts his head from his pillow to glance up at a sleeping Archie on the bed. His head drops back on the pillow, his eyes squeezing shut as he sighs heavily. Before he can lose his nerve, he gets out of bed and sneaks out of the house.

Next door, Jughead lets himself in through Betty's window via the ladder Fred keeps tucked behind the shed. Once inside, he creeps silently to her bedside, his eyes on her sleeping form as he goes. He struggles with removing his boots, cringing as Betty stirs with the thud of one of them tumbling on the floor.

"Juggy," she croaks sleepily with the lift of her head from the pillow.

"Sorry," he whispers before crawling onto the bed beside her.

Betty rolls onto her side to face him, smiling sweetly as she caresses his cheek. With a steadying breath, Jughead inches closer until his lips meet hers in gentle kiss. He draws away slightly, his eyes still closed as a shaky breath escapes him. In an instant, her mouth is back on his, her hand in his pants as his fingers inch closer to cup her breasts beneath her shirt. He moans against her lips with the pressure of her hand against his straining arousal, whimpering when she draws it away. She gets him on his back, her thighs straddling his hips and he watches with baited breath as she tugs her shirt over her head. She lowers her body over his, kissing his lips with the trail of her hands along the length of his arms. He follows her lead, allowing her to place his hands on her breasts. His hips buck upward against her heat with the heavy softness in his grasp and Betty lets a tiny squeak of a moan that urges his own to tumble from his lips. With sheer desperation, they rid each other of their clothes until all that remains is their underwear. A mess of fabric and heaped blankets surrounds them as they clutch at every bit of skin they can reach. With her tug on his waistband, Jughead startles back. He eyes her nervously, his breath stuttering as he watches her draw his boxers down his thighs.

"Betts," he barely manages to get out, his voice strained with nerves as Betty removes her own underwear.

She crawls into his lap, a tortured grunt rising from his chest with the slickness of her bare middle against his hardened shaft.

"Betty," he worries between kisses, "I've never done this before."

"I'll be gentle," she breathes against his ear, drawing a moan with the buck of his hips in response to her teeth tugging at his lobe. "Do you have a condom?"

Jughead draws his head back, his eyes wide as he shakes his head with regret.

"We can still do this if you want to," she says. "I'm on the pill."

Jughead nods dumbly, knowing better but unwilling to give it up when he's already gotten so far. She captures his lips once more, kissing him tenderly as she guides his tip to her entrance with her hand between them. He sucks in a sharp breath as she pushes him just inside, giving way to a deep moan as she sinks down over the rest of his length.

"Oh fuck," he whimpers, clutching at her back with his face pressed firmly into her breasts.

More than satisfied by his reaction, Betty gives a gentle rock of her hips and Jughead hisses in response.

"Don't move," he grits, his voice just as tense as his grip along her spine.

Betty stays very still as he steadies his breathing, calming himself down before it can end all too soon. His grip on her back gradually softens, his muscles relaxing and Betty takes it as her cue to move. She's careful with her first movement, lifting off him only slightly before sinking back down.

"Fuck you feel good," he groans, unable to hold back the whimper that snakes its way through him.

Betty replies with a kiss to his lips, pecking light kisses along his jaw to suck at the pulse in his neck. A low groan vibrates in his chest with her bite to his neck and she sighs in contentment with the sensation of his cock twitching inside her. She continues to suck and nip at his pulse, her hips rocking against him, riding the high of every sound that falls from his lips.

"Betty," he chokes out with urgency, groaning a bit too loudly. "Betty, I'm gonna cum."

No sooner than the words escape him do his fingers dig hard into her hips, his eyes rolling back with the sheer force of his release, coating her insides with his sticky white seed. He gasps for breath, his chest heaving with the return of his irises and his body goes lax beneath her.

His expression shifts quickly from one of pure bliss to something of guilt as Betty lifts herself off of him. His mouth parts as he searches for the right words to say but all he manages is a pitiful, "Sorry."

"For what," she laughs lightly, her voice soft and her expression gentle.

"I, uh," his cheeks flush, "inside you."

Betty smiles gently and brushes her palm against his cheek. "It's ok."

Jughead only nods, allowing the certainty of her assurance to ease his nerves.