Head to the motel

Archie ate dinner at home. Mary, his mother, had made a lovely pot roast. He kissed his mom on the cheek, but his thought were consumed with images of Betty and Mrs. Cooper in a cheap motel room on the outskirts of town, naked and ready to be fucked. He had never gotten farther with Betty than French kissing and rubbing her boobs through her clothes. Now he had totally fucked her mother into oblivion. Of all the girls he had imagined losing his virginity to, Mrs. Cooper wasn't on the list.

"I'll be over at Jughead's to work on my car, and I'll see you in the morning." He hopped in his jalopy and drove to the edge of town.

As Alice had suggested, he parked in back of the motel, out of sight of the road out front. As he drove around the building, Archie saw the Cooper station wagon. His pants were uncomfortably tight on his groin. He got out and started walking around to the front of the motel. As he went, he wondered how he was going to find the right room. Though the motel only had about fifteen rooms, he didn't want to knock on every door looking for the girls. He turned the corner and started down the row of doors. He smiled in relief when he saw a pink hair ribbon that he was sure was one of Betty's tied around the doorknob of the fourth door from the end.

Archie stepped up to the door and knocked.