Sleep tight, Sweet Betty

Jughead trailed his index finger now the valley between Betty' breasts. The warm skin was silky but with the tiniest of goosebumps. His right hand softly cupped her right breast, his thumb trailing lightly over her erect nipple. He wanted to pinch it. He'd pinch it softly at first, then harder until Betty gave a little squeal like she did in the surprising parts of scary movies.
Checking quickly to assure she was still sleeping soundly, he bent over, pushing his now throbbing penis harder against the bed, and darted his tongue over her nipples. She didn't stir.
He could do this all night. He had, in fact, many times. The last time he was here, last week, he had progressed to stroking himself while caressing Betty's breasts, but quickly left when he was about to lose control. He hadn't been able to make it home and had masturbated right outside Betty's window after carefully closing the screen. He had felt like a lecherous pervert the whole time.
Now he was mulktitasking. As his right hand undid the last button on her top, he unbuckled his belt and slid down his fly of his own pants. When he released his cock, the cool breeze stirred again and he groaned softly.
He pulled the two halves of the shirt open as far as they would go. Lovely Betty slept on her back, one hand behind her head, the other at her side. For several moments he just stared at her. The hand massaging his hard penis kept the same rhythm as the one that resumed caressing Betty's breasts.
His eyes traveled down her body.
This was when he'd had to leave last week. He told himself he would again, in just a few minutes.
His hand slid down her smooth stomach almost of it's own volition. He watched as his thumb slid into the side of her panties and groaned when he felt her soft, just slightly damp curls.
He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with his four fingers. He rubbed his fingers through the silky hair until he found the crevasse he was picturing in his mind. Without thinking, with no hesitation, he ran his index finger along the ridge and then into it just barely deep enough to feel her moistness inside.
His other hand was moving much faster now, gripping his cock with an intensity that belied the soft, slow movements on the hand now searching for sweet Betty's clit.
He touched it finaly, so lightly, yet Betty moaned softly. He jerked his hand away, looked, terrified, at her face. Her lips were slightly more open, but her eyes were closed and she slept deeply. She hadn't moved.
Jughead stood up, his dick in his hand.
"I'm too far gone. I fucked up. I can't stop now. Jesus Christ this time tomorrow I'm going to be in prison and the whole town and my family will think I'm a freak. They'll put me on the sex offender list." the thoughts raced through his head but as he stood above sleeping Betty they didn't mean a thing. He reached both hands to the top of her panties and slid them down a few inches, releasing some of her downy blonde curls, waiting to see if she would react.
Nothing.
Fuck it.
He slid the girly cotton panties down just past her knees and couldn't believe he was looking at Betty Cooper almost fully nude except for the shirt covering her arms and the panties which he quickly slipped all the way off and for some reason jammed into his back pocket. He reached over and slipped both hands down the sides of her beautiful body from shoulder to ankle and back again.
"Thank you Betty for being so beautiful and for being such a sound sleeper. To a perv like me that's really a great combination." he thought, and the look of dumb awe on his face was replaced with a wry grin.
He inched apart her legs slowly. lifting one knee and sliding the leg over about a foot, then repeating this with the other leg. All the while thinking that he had just seen this creature dressed in jean shorts and a tank top this afternoon. She had been picking his brain about what Archie had done the previous weekend. He had stood her up yet again and she was hoping that Jughead, not Veronica was the reasno why. Since Jughead's secret middle-of-the-night visits had rapidly been progressing in intensity recently, his feelings for Betty had intensified, too. He couldn't stand to hear her complain about Archie when all he wanted to do was bite her perfect little nipples that he knew were hiding under her top. He'd never done anything with Betty below the waist while she slept besides some mild caressing outside her panties, but whenever she was around he pictured her topless, in the little underwear she wore sleeping.
That was going to change. Unless Betty was unconscious, this night was going to change everything and he was powerless to stop it. That was obvious by the size of his cock, which rubbed exquisitely against the side of her mattress as he slowly lowered himself between Betty's legs, bent at the waist, his knees almost touching the floor.
His face was inches from her pussy. He could smell the faint aroma of her. She smelled like something clean and slightly damp. He slid his hands up her smooth legs until they met above her mound. He used both thumbs to part her lips and inhaled deeply as he looked into her inner folds.
His cock throbbed against the mattress.
He couldn't take it. His tongue darted out and he ran it up the center of her, then repeated it several times.
His eyes peeked up, over her stomach and he watched Betty turn her head to the side slightly, but made no sound. her eyes stayed closed.
His tongue found her clit and he probed it lightly with his tongue. Betty moved her hips just barely. As he made circles around her clit, slowly quickening his pace, her hand fluttered.
He wanted to taste more of her and started licking her, then couldn't stop himself from entering her with his tongue. She moaned softly. He moved in and out of her as his thumb crept to her now slightly swollen clit and began rubbing it. Betty's arm raised to come to rest on her stomach with a sigh. Her eyes remained closed.
Jughead scooted back a bit and held betty open with one hand while his other carressed her folds. He kissed her one more time before, millimeter by millimeter, he slid his middle finger into her warm, wet core. She raised and lowered her hips ever so slightly as he slid his finger in and out of her. His eyes moved from her face to what his hand was doing to her and back. Her mouth was definitely open wider and she was taking shorter, deeper breaths. He slipped another finger into her and she groaned softly and further spread her legs a bit.
What the hell was he doing? The closest he had ever come to touching Betty like this was screwing around in the pool summers as a kid, and that was always "accidental". Once they were playing chicken and she had tumbled off Reggie's shoulders onto him and his hand had accidentally slid under her bikini top and he'd felt nipple.
But they were twelve then and that's pretty much all she'd had was nipples. She'd laughed, straightened her top, and tried to make Veronica believe that they should switch partners because Reggie kept dropping her and veronica was lighter. Veronica's partner was Archie and she gave Betty a "nice try" sort of look and ignored her. Betty hadn't even mentioned the incident because it simply wasn't one to her. Juggie hated girls, he'd accidentally touched her boob, so what? Betty probably had no memory of it, yet Jughead never forgot that day.
And now he was finger-fucking one of his best friends as she slept, unaware.
And he wasn't stopping now.

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