Blonde Desires

Betty Cooper was just stepping out of the shower when the phone rang. Wrapping a towel around her dripping body, she hurried down the hall to pick up the phone.

"Oh, hi, Archie," the girl sighed. She had been hoping that Archie would call; he had been on her mind more than a little the past couple of weeks. The two teens spent a couple of minutes catching up on news before Archie asked Betty if she was interested in going out that evening. Betty beamed as she told Archie that she would like to see him.

They discussed some possibilities for their date and agreed that Archie would pick up Betty at 6:30 in his coupe.

Betty set down the receiver and began drying her body as she bounced back to her room. Her parents had left about an hour ago for Central City where they were going to attend the wedding of one of their friend's daughters. Luckily, Betty was not asked to join them; she had the whole house to herself until Sunday afternoon.

Betty had had a miserable summer. The weather at camp had generally been rainy, the kids she had to work with were mostly spoiled brats, and the two cute lifeguards from the previous summer, with whom she had hoped to spend time, didn't return this year. It seemed as if all the guy counselors were pimply-faced duds who followed her around like sick cows.

Betty stood in front of her mirror and admired her body. Her long blonde hair was as full and bouncy as ever, her face was bright and pimple free, her breasts were full and firm, her stomach was flat and hard from a summer of swimming and exercise, and her legs were long, tan, and fit. Watching herself in the mirror, Betty began twisting and tugging on her small, pink nipples. They quickly became hard and sensitive. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she continued playing with her breasts; Betty was aware that her pussy was beginning to tingle and that moisture was building between the folds of flesh between her legs.

Betty's right hand glided down across her stomach, through the light blonde, downy patch of fuzz, and into the creases of her pussy. Gently, she stroked up and down until she felt the folds open and her fingers began to slide easily into the moist opening. Betty closed her eyes and rolled her head back as a small tremor shot through her body. Although she had occasionally played with herself last year, this summer at camp it had become a regular passion. Rarely a night had gone by without one or two bouts of finger play. More than once she had given herself this kind of pleasure while hiking in the woods. And Betty had discovered that, if she pressed hard against the saddle horn, horseback riding could be an especially pleasurable activity.

Betty now had three fingers slipping in and out of her pussy. Her hand was sticky from her juices. She continued to tease and twist her nipples with her left hand as the right explored and pleasured her pussy. Another gentle wave of pleasure coursed through her when she pushed her thumb against her clit and began tracing tight circles on the sensitive bud. Her fingers were frigging in and out of her pussy with more speed and pressure. Her fingertips kept bumping against the tight barrier that was evidence of her virginity. There had been times this summer that Betty was sorely tempted to drive her fingers or perhaps a carrot or maybe her hairbrush handle right through that thin wall of flesh. She wanted to feel her pussy filled with pleasure. But she had resisted every temptation. She knew how she wanted to lose her virginity.

Betty had decided one night this summer, soon after she had given herself her third orgasm of the night, that Archie Andrews was going to be the one. It was not that she didn't have other choices. Reggie Mantle would certainly be willing, too willing. But Betty was sure that if Reggie ever got to her, the whole school would know about it in two days. No, it had to be Archie. He was shy, awkward, and certainly a virgin himself. Betty knew that, if Archie took her cherry, he would be her faithful puppy dog all year. She wouldn't have to compete with Veronica Lodge for Archie's attentions.

Betty's head rolled from side to side. Her mouth was open as she panted and sighed in time with the fingers playing with her rock hard nipples and dripping pussy. Giving her clit a gentle squeeze, Betty pushed herself over the edge. A warm rush filled her whole body. Her legs quivered and buckled. Her breasts heaved up and down. She held her fingers still, resting in the hot, wet folds of her pussy. Maybe tonight she would get Archie to go all the way. What a great way to start the new school year.

Betty straightened herself up. She did up her hair and applied just a little perfume on her neck, her breasts, and between her legs. She slipped on a set of matching, light blue bra and panties, a cream colored skirt, and a lightweight navy sweater. She skipped putting on nylons; her legs were tanned and smooth. Betty slipped on a pair of low pumps and went downstairs to wait for her date.