Mad Love in Public

"Right. I, I...." suddenly Archie saw the light! It was a heavenly spotlight on Betty, everything else being in a dim background. How could he not have seen her resemblance to Ronnie? No, it was the other way around: Veronica looked like Betty! He knew Betty longer; she was his first childhood friend. That must have been it: Afraid of losing her as a friend, he had transferred his affection to Veronica because she looked like a brunette Betty! And he had let the spoiled, rich brat walk all over him because he had to keep her the opposite of his true friend as punishment!

Boy! Truth could be convoluted.

"Archie?" Jughead asked his suddenly spaced out pal.

"Quiet! I'm getting a psychological revelation!"

"Since when have you studied psychology."

"Quiet, Jughead!" Betty said. "Archie's trying to tell me he loves me!" She hoped, she hoped!

"Yes! I AM trying," Archie groaned. But trying wasn't saying.

"Come on... "I, Archie Andrews love me, Betty Cooper." She had fantasized about this moment so many times, she was now swept up in it, "Madly and passionately in love!"

"I DO love you, Betty Cooper, madly and passionately!" Archie declared as he returned her hug, pressing her warm, womanly form against him.

"Archie!??" Betty felt just how manly he was being. The bulge in his pants was becoming hard and poking against her. Just a few inches separated their (clothed) sexes.

He kissed her, firmly, passionately, on the lips! And he continued to press against her, and she gave, leaning further and further back until she had to be supported by his hold on her. And then she could go no further. She was about to fall.

His hand came down her dress, along her ass and thighs. He took her off her feet and carried her to the nearest, low, pink brick wall. "Oh, Archie!" Betty murmured in his strong arms.

He laid her on the grass of the lawn. She had a pang of disappointment when his arms withdrew from her. But it only lasted a second as his hands went to her dress and was pushing its hem up, revealing her pink, taffeta panties.

"Archie!" Betty cried, trying to close her legs. She couldn't, not with his body in the way between them!

"I love you madly and passionately!" he insisted.

"You ARE mad!" she cried, looking around the quiet, residential neighborhood full of the people she knew so well, desperately hoping none of them were watching what was happening!

Hearing the sound of a zipper instantly brought her eyes back onto Archie! He had his hand in his pants now, pulling at the front of his shorts!

"Archie. inside! We'll do it, but we'll do it INSIDE!" She would!?!? What was she saying!?

"Okay," he smiled, picking her up in his arms again. His zipper was still open, but his cock hadn't come out. Yet.

Judhead watched Archie carry Betty up the steps and along the walkway to the Cooper house. There was a very good reason Betty hadn't counted him among the neighbors she was afraid would witness her be debauched by having sex in public. She knew him very well. "Love: Phewy!" he waved it away in disgust. Putting his hands in his pockets, he walked away. "I'm glad I'm asexual."