Young and In Love

Betty’s fear of Reggie leaving her once they had sex she soon realized was completely unfounded. They had become closer than ever. They glowed everywhere they went. Seldom was one seen without the other. Their lovemaking only added to their relationship; nothing was taken away. Both would have died if the other broke up with them.

A month or so after they first made love, Reggie was going to take Betty out to eat and to the movies on a Saturday night. Betty called him around five o’clock to see how he was doing; he'd been busy that afternoon and they hadn't spoken that day yet. His mother answered the phone.

"Hi Miss Vicky, what's up? Is Reggie there?" Betty asked.

His mother paused. "No."

"Oh, Miss Vicky, this is Betty." Betty was puzzled by the coldness in Vicky’s voice.

"I know," she said curtly.

“What's the matter? Oh, well anyway we're going out tonight and I just called so I could hear his voice."

"Oh really?" asked his mother sarcastically. "Where are you going?"

"Um, out to dinner and to a movie. Then back to my house." replied Betty, her heart racing. His mother was still speaking to her in that cold tone of voice.

"Are your parents going to be there?"

"My parents? You mean are they coming with us?" she responded, surprised. Betty knew something was up.

Was Miss Vicky mad at me? What have I done?

"No. I mean, will they be at your house or will they be gone?"

"Um, I think they'll be home," she said slowly.

Uh oh.

"Good. I don't want Reggie going to your house anymore, especially when your parents aren't home. Do you understand?" Vicky demanded.

Betty gulped, her heart beating in her ears.  

"I guess so," she said.

Vicky took her surprised tone as being sarcastic.

"Good. And another thing, I don't want you coming over here anymore either, unless Rick or myself is here.”

Betty tried to keep from crying. She played with her shoelace, still holding the phone to her ear. She couldn't bring herself to ask why. She was terrified of the answer. "Yes," she whispered.

"That's good. You know, Reggie may think he's a grown man but he's not. His parents still make the rules. We have a say in what he does. I hope you can understand that," Vicky said coldly.

"Yes, I do."

"Good. Good-bye Betty."

"G-Good-bye," she stumbled. Reggie’s mother hung up.

Betty lay back on the bed. She shut her eyes and the tears began to fall.

Why was his mom being like that? Why did she sound like she hated me? I betcha she knows we've slept together, she thought. Fuck! Now she’s disgusted with me., she thought, crying into her pillow. She's not going to let Reggie see me anymore. She panicked at the idea. She struggled to keep from screaming out loud in pain.

Still crying, she got into the shower so her parents would not hear her. He might still come over tonight, she reasoned. I have to talk to him. What will he do? Will his mom convince him that I’m a slut? No, he'd never think that about me. She got angry as she stood in the hot water. Stupid bitch, she thought. What's her problem? I can't believe this crap.

When she got out of the shower there was a message from Reggie on her machine. She hadn't heard the phone ring while she was in the shower. His message said he was on his way, and he hadn't sounded like anything was wrong. His mom must not have said anything to him, she thought.

How did she know? Betty got even angrier. Reggie must have told her. Big  mouth. Or he told his dad, and of course Mr. Rick told her. I wonder if Mr. Rick thinks I’m a slut too.

Betty tried not to think about it as she got ready. She couldn't cry anymore, not after she put her makeup on. She turned the radio on. She had decided to wear a simple black dress that Vicky had once complimented her on. She changed her mind, resenting his mother and the dress. Instead she chose a dark green dress, with sheer nylons and black heels. She hoped she looked pretty.

She leaned over the sink, applying the finishing touches to her makeup. She heard the front door open, and heard Reggie greet her parents, then come bounding up the stairs to her room, calling her name. He never had to ring the bell anymore. Betty stayed in the bathroom while he

pushed open her bedroom door and came into the bathroom.

He smiled at her in the mirror. Her heart leapt at the sight of him. He took his hand from behind his back, and held out flowers. She widened her eyes, putting on yet more eyeliner. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

"You look beautiful," he whispered. "And you smell nice too!"

She looked down as she put the lid back on the eyeliner pencil.

“Thank you”, she said quietly.

"I brought you flowers," he offered, holding them out again.

"I know. I saw them. Pretty," she said, not looking at him.

"All right, what's the matter?" he asked.

She didn't answer him, but instead walked back into her bedroom, picking up the wet towel off the floor. He followed her.

"What happened? Are you mad at me?" he asked. Dammit, he thought. I didn't do anything!

"Not exactly," she answered.

"Well then, what exactly? I know you're upset. What did I do?" he demanded.

She sighed, sitting down on the bed. She knew she was going to cry. He kneeled on the floor before her, taking her hands.

"What?!? What's the matter?  Betty, are you pregnant?" he whispered.

She shook her head furiously, leaning over her lap as she started to cry, ruining her carefully applied makeup.

He held her head. "Baby, what's the matter?" he whispered. Oh shit, he thought. She's breaking up with me! She wants someone else!

She said something he couldn't understand. She was crying too hard. He prompted her, raising her face up so she looked at him.

"I can't hear you if you bury your face in your arms, babe." he told her. "Come on, can't you tell me?"

"You mom hates me!" she repeated, sobbing and wiping the tears away from under her eyes, so as not to smudge her mascara.

"What?!?" he exclaimed. "My mom doesn't hate you! Why do you say that?"

She nodded tearfully. "Yes she does!" she insisted. "She does hate me. She thinks I'm a slut."

He sat on the bed next to her. "She doesn't! What happened?" he asked slowly.

She began, telling him the story of the phone call, ending with,

"Reggie! She knows we did it! Now she hates me!"

Reggie was furious at his mother. How dare she treat Betty that way?!?

"Reggie, did you tell her we did it? Did you tell your dad?" she demanded.

He paused, then nodded.

"Reggie!' she screamed, sobbing again. "Why did you have to tell him? That was really stupid. Why?!?"

"He asked if we'd done it! I didn't think he'd tell my mom! He wasn't mad at all, Betty. He told me about his first time and we had 'a little moment' you could say."

She was still mad. "Well look where your 'little moment' got us," she snapped.

"Betty, he asked me straight up whether we'd done it yet. I wasn't going to lie. He doesn't mind, really he doesn't. He does think we are too young, but that’s it. He loves you Betty, they both do. We didn't do anything wrong, got it? I don't know what my mom's problem is," he said angrily. "She had no right to treat you like that, okay? I'm not a little baby. You can come over anytime you like Betty, okay? It doesn't matter what she thinks."

She shook her head. "It's her house, Reggie. If she doesn't want me there then I won’t come over. They’re your parents, Reggie."

"Yeah, but I want you there, okay? I will be disobeying her, not you! And I bet you my dad will be on our side. We're going to get this settled once and for all, okay?"

She didn't say anything.

"My mom probably just has PMS," he said, trying to lighten the mood, though he was very angry at his mother. He didn't want to scream and yell in front of Betty, it always upset her when he did, and plus, she was upset enough already.

“What will we do Reggie if they want us to break up? I couldn’t take it if we broke up! I couldn’t!” she wailed.

"That’s not gonna happen, babe! Betty, I gotta go. I'm gonna go home and find out what the fuck my mom's problem is, okay? I'll come back later, though, I promise. You stay here."

She nodded, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, just as tight. "Betty, you are the most important person in my life, got it?"

She nodded and smiled her sweet smile at him. Reggie drove home as fast as he could. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so angry. He made it home in ten minutes, pulled into the driveway and slammed on his brakes, his tires making a loud screeching noise. He ran into the house, slamming the front door behind him. He ran into the living room, where his parents sat watching television.

"How dare you treat Betty that way!" he yelled at his mother.

His father looked up quickly, not believing his ears. He glared at Reggie, as he stood there, staring at his mother like he was about to kill her.

"Reginald! Don't you dare speak to your mother that way!" Mr. Mantle ordered.

Reggie ignored his father. His mother just looked back at him, angry at his tone.

"Well?" he demanded. "What the hell's your problem?"

His father jumped up. "Would you mind telling me what is this all about?" Rick said angrily.

Reggie ground out the words, "Your wife told my girlfriend, that she is not allowed to come over here anymore, and that I am not allowed to go over to her house anymore. She was completely rude to her. I'd like to know where you get off saying that shit to her!"

His mother slammed the magazine she was reading down.

"Don't you  dare speak to me like that!" she snapped, jumping up. "You may think you're a grown man because you’re having sex as if you were grown, but you are still a child and you live in my house, and you will not speak to me like that! Ever!"

Reggie threw his hands up in the air. "Oh yes! I’m just a little baby who doesn't know anything! I have to consult my mommy before I do anything!" he yelled sarcastically. "Well wake up, mom! I have a life and I will do what I please!"

Rick grabbed Reggie’s arm but Reggie pushed him off, angry at his father as well as his mother.

Why can’t they mind their own fucking business? Betty is my girlfriend, and they better get used to it.

“And you, Dad! You promised me you wouldn't tell her! What’s the matter with you?"  Reggie yelled in his dad's face.

"What the hell is this all about?" Rick asked again.

"Your wife thinks my girlfriend is a slut, now, because you couldn't keep your damn mouth shut. I confided in you, and you had to run off and tell her!"

"I never said she was a slut!" yelled his mother.

"Well, practically! That's how you made her feel anyway!"  Reggie yelled back.

Rick looked at his wife, then his son, who both were fuming with the same fiery temper.

"I don't know what’s happened here," he began, "but I'm sure we can all sit down and talk about this like adults, okay?"

"I just want an apology for Betty, okay?" said Reggie. "Nobody speaks to my girlfriend like that. Nobody!" he yelled at his mother.

"Alright, alright!" snapped his dad, grabbing Reggie and forcing him to sit down.

"You need rules, Reggie!" shouted his mother. "You are not an adult. I will not sit by and let you have sex and whatever else you're doing! You are way too young!"

"Oh yeah?!? How old were you and dad when you two first did it?" he asked pointedly.

"Let me get this straight," said his father calmly. "You told Betty that she was no longer allowed to come over here anymore? That was really out of line. We didn't discuss that at all, Vicky."

"I didn't say that, I only said that she could only come over when we're here.”

Reggie rolled his eyes. "Same damn thing," he said.

“You two can’t keep on having sex!"

"You guys are having sex!" Reggie added.

"Well, we're grown up and married! You and Betty are not. And you're still too young! You’re both only sixteen."

"Oh, yeah. I suppose you both waited until your wedding night."

Vicky blushed. "You’re both too young!" she repeated, still shouting.

Rick yelled at her, "I told you that in confidence too! I didn't think you were going to yell at Betty! I can't believe this. You owe her an apology Vicky. You were way out of line!"

Vicky burst into tears. Reggie groaned. They both hated it when his mother cried. Sure enough, his dad retreated, saying “I’m sure your mother meant well and we do need to discuss some ground rules, son.”

"This is bullshit!" shouted Reggie. "We’re in love. I don't give a flying fuck what you have to say about it either! What's wrong with you? If it comes down to you or Betty, I'm sorry, but you are not going to win. No one keeps her away from me. NO ONE!!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" sobbed his mom. "You'd turn your back on your family?"

"Will you force me to?  I will if you force it. You'll chase me away. Why don't you wake up and realize I am not a little boy anymore! I’m not breaking up with her." Reggie was struggling hard not to cry.

"Well when you live in my house you will do what I say! You two need to cool it for a while, see other people." shot back Vicky.

"Well then maybe I won't live in your house! I don’t want to see other people. I only want to be with Betty."

"Oh yeah? Where are you going to live, big shot?"

"I don't care. I'll drop out of school and get an apartment if I have to. I'll get a full time job so I can live. You're not gonna run my life!"

"Does her parents know you both had sex?" demanded his mom. "Do they? I'm willing to bet they don't. I'm sure they'd feel the same way I do. Maybe I should speak to Alice about this."

"If you do that, I’ll never forgive you. Man, I'm so outta here," Reggie snapped, walking to the door angrily.

"Where are you going?" demanded his father. "You're running away like a child!"

"No, I'm walking away like a man!" he shouted back.

"Goddammit Reggie!" shouted his dad, as his son stomped out of the living room.

"Where are you going Reggie?" asked his mother, wide-eyed

Reggie did not answer, slamming the front door as he left.

He drove around for a while, just simmering in his anger. He thought about his options. He was fully prepared to do what he'd said. His parents weren't going to run his life. What if they took his car? he thought. Shit, I don't care. I could stay with Betty for at least tonight. He would leave then sneak back in if her parents were still up. He had a nice sized bank account.

Finally he went back to Betty’s house. She was eating dinner with her parents when he walked in. She just looked at him, and he stared back down at her as her mother insisted he eat with them. He just realized he was starving, it was almost nine o'clock.

"I thought you guys were going to go out on a date tonight," said Hal Cooper as he sat down and got served by Betty.

No longer dressed up, Betty looked at Reggie. "We had a change in plans," she told her parents.

"Well, that's okay. You're always welcome for dinner Reggie," smiled her mother.

Reggie thanked her, taking a sip of his milk. Betty played with her food.

"So what are you two going to do tonight?" asked her mother cheerfully.

"I don't know," said Betty. "Probably just hang out here. We'll see."

"All right," said her mother. "That's good. You have enough to eat, Reggie?" she asked Reggie.

"Oh, yeah. Plenty! You're such a great cook, Mrs. Cooper" he complimented.

"Well, thank you!"

He finished his meal hurriedly, thanked her parents for the food again, and slid back his chair.  Then he and Betty excused themselves and he followed her up to her room.

She closed the door, but of course didn't lock it -her parent's rule.

"What happened?" she asked.

“It was pretty ugly."

"Did you get in a huge fight?"

“Yep, we did.”

"It was because she knows we did it?"

"Yeah."

Betty looked upset. "What happened?"

"Man! My mom's such a bitch. She just kept saying, 'You're too young! This is my house, my rules,'" he mimicked.

Betty sighed. "So I can't come over anymore. Do we have to break up?” She felt choked up saying the words.

"No! We’re not breaking up. But, it was sort of ugly," he continued. "God, my dad's such a wimp!" he said angrily. "First he was on our side, cause he even told my mom she was way out of line! Then she started to cry and he punked out."

"Oh, Reggie..." He didn't say anything, just held her to him on the bed. "So then what happened?"

"Well, basically I told them to fuck off."

"No!"

"Yeah! And I sort of told my mom that I wasn't going to abide by her stupid rules."

"What did she say?"

"She said that if I lived there I would have to."

"Yeah? And what did you say?"

"I said that maybe I wouldn't live there anymore."

"Reggie! You have to live there. That's your home!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I'm not going to live with them telling me what to do and treating us this way."

"Yeah, but what would you do? Where could you live? I'd say you could live with me, but I know my parents wouldn't go for that!"

"I'll get an apartment! I can get another job. I can drop out for now, and work full time until I get on my feet."

"Reggie! Don't be ridiculous. You're not going to drop out of school. I won't let you. I'd break up with you before I'd do that!"

"Why? Come on Betty, I'm not going to live with that stupid bitch."

"Reggie! Don't talk about your mother that way!" she snapped.

"What the hell?!?" he demanded, sitting up. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"

"Reggie, you know I'm on your side. But please don't be a jerk, okay?"

"Fine!" he snapped back. He sighed, lying back down on the bed.

She held him to her again, his head resting on her stomach while she stroked his hair. "It'll be okay," she whispered hopefully. "I bet it will. I think your mom just overreacted. Maybe she's in shock or something. You are her only son, you know."

He sighed. "I know."

"See? It'll be okay, I promise you. You're overreacting too; you won't need to move away. Give her some time to calm down. And you calm down too. You guys both have bad tempers!"

"Yeah, I know."

They lay on the bed for a while, just thinking. She’s so comforting to me. She always knows the right thing to say. He could never stay angry very long when he was with Betty. She always soothed him, and knew the right thing to say to him. She was still stroking his hair when the phone rang. He sat up, saying, "If it's them I'm not here."

She sighed as she reached over for it. "Hello?"

"Hello Betty, this is Rick. Is Reggie over there?"

She paused, giving Reggie a pointed look. He shook his head frantically. "Hold on a second," she said, covering up the receiver. "It's your dad!" she whispered fiercely.

"I'm not here!" he whispered back.

"Yes, you are! Reg, I'm not going to lie to them. I don't want to give them another reason to hate me."

He sighed. "Fine. Tell him I'm here then."

Betty got back on the phone. "Yes, he's here."

"May I speak with him please?"

"Hold on." She gave the phone to him.

"What?" he demanded rudely into the phone. Betty pinched him. "Ow! Hello?" he sighed.

"Reggie, you need to come home. We need to discuss some things with you. Your mother’s very upset and you need to come home, son."

"Well, I’m not coming home. I’m sorry she’s upset, but I don't have anything to say to her."

"Reggie, please come home," said his dad seriously.

"I'll think about it," he said defiantly.

"Well good. Come home tonight. Come on, son, swallow your pride for once. You need to do that in life sometimes."

"I know," he said, sighing. “I'll be over there pretty soon."

"Good. Can I speak with Betty a second?"

"Sure, I guess," he said, handing the phone over to her. "He wants to talk to you."

"Me?" she asked. She took the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi Betty. I heard what you just said and I want you to know we don't hate you. Reggie's mother was just a bit upset, and she overreacted. You got the brunt of it I'm afraid. Reggie's going to come home and we're all going to talk. You are welcome to come over here anytime you want to, okay?"

Betty smiled at his words. "Thanks, Mr. Rick. Thanks a lot. It's okay, really."

"That's good. Well, tell Reggie I'll see him soon."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

She hung up the phone.

"What'd he say?"

"Oh, that your mom just overreacted and stuff and that I can still come over. Your dad is really cool, so don't be a dick to him."

"I'm won’t. I'm gonna go home tonight."

"Yeah, they’re waiting for you. You know they love you.”

"I'll wait awhile I think."

She nodded.

Reggie felt much better, although he was still angry, and a little apprehensive about going home. He lay back down again, staring up at the ceiling. She tried not to cry, still feeling very emotional about the whole thing. Finally he stood up. He looked at her, and leaned over and hugged her.

"Thanks babe," he said, squeezing her nose affectionately. "You always make me feel better you know."

"I love you, I can’t live without you." she said, the tears spilling over.

"I love you too. Don't cry baby. I’m not letting anyone keep us apart. I gotta go now. I'll be back soon."

She nodded. He kissed her before he left.

***

She woke up from the knock on her window. It was Reggie. She got up and let him into the dark room. He hugged her.

"What happened?" she whispered.

"It's cool now. My mom said she's sorry."

"Yeah?" she asked, relieved, climbing back into bed.

He followed her under the blankets, still in his clothes. He tossed his baseball hat onto the desk, kicking off his shoes and pushing them off the bed. "Yeah. She's going to apologize to you too. She really does like you Betty. They both love you. She was just mad at me."

Betty sighed. He kissed her, hugging her tight. "And they don't think you're a slut. They never did. They know we're in love."

"Well what did they say about me coming over?" she whispered.

"Oh not much except that you can, anytime you want. I can have anyone over as long as they don't trash the house you know. And you're not likely to do that!"

She giggled. "Darn. I'm gonna be scared to come over though," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because it'll be awkward."

"Yeah, I know. But don't worry; things will be back to normal soon."

She nodded.

"But Mom still said she thought we were too young to have sex. But that if I did it with anyone she was glad it was you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And they don’t want us to do it while they’re home."

"That's fine. I can understand that."

"Yeah me too."

"What did your dad say?"

"He said that he was sorry and blah blah blah. And that we need to be careful and all the dad stuff."

"We are. They're not going to tell my parents are they?" she whispered. She'd been petrified of that. Her parents would freak much worse than his did. If her father didn’t kill them, he would definitely break them up.

"Ah, I doubt it. I don't think they would do that."

"Good. I hope they don't," she sighed. "Oh, I'm so glad we can still see each other!"

"No one could ever prevent me from seeing you or keep us apart, got it?"

"Yeah, I know. I love you."

"I love you too." He held her to him. "Are you tired?" he whispered.

"Yeah..." she answered.

“Oh."

"But let's do it anyway," she whispered, kissing him. In the dark, under the covers, she undressed him while he kissed her and she pulled her T-shirt off, breathing heavily. After she got him naked, he kissed his was down her body, and soon his mouth was between her legs and she gasped at the contact. He licked and kissed her and she moaned softly. She longed to feel him inside her once again. They'd done it many times since that first night, sneaking away and making love whenever they'd had the chance. Now he sucked her clitoris, and she came soon, arching her back and opening her mouth as though to scream, but no sound came out. She lay back down, trying to catch her breath.

He climbed back up, laying on top of her and entering her quickly as she brought her knees up to his hips. He breathed a sigh of relief as he slid up into her. Being inside her was like heaven to him; he'd never felt anything so great, or cum as hard as when he was up in her. He

thrust a few times, but it was far too intense; he came soon after he entered her. He groaned and stiffened while she held her to him. He was fairly disappointed in his lack of stamina so

far with sex. The first time they did it for the night it was always over like that, and he felt ashamed at how quickly he came. But she reassured him that it was fine.

Luckily, he rarely needed a lot of time before he could do it again, and again. After the first thrill was over, he could keep himself going over and over all night. Maybe it was because he was only sixteen, but they enjoyed his prowess; already they'd spent many nights going at it till the early hours of the morning. He pulled her on top of him, and she took him in her again, while she gasped in pleasure. It was incredible. She'd learned how to keep her balance and ride him, which he loved. There was nothing better than laying back and letting her take charge of her pleasure, watching her rocking above him while her breasts hung in his face. She grunted and gasped and swore at him in his ear.

“You are so fucking good, baby. I love how you fuck me!”

He'd laughed at her when she first starting doing that; he'd never heard her swear so much as when she was cumming. Now it turned him on, when she groaned for him to fuck her it made him wild. She still ground herself into him above him, her sweaty chest pinned to his. They kissed and kissed and he thrust back into her while he lay there. She buried her head in the pillow and screamed.

God, we're lucky her parents are sound sleepers, he thought.

“I’m cumming,” she whimpered while her muscles contracted over and over, squeezing his dick rhythmically. He came himself at the same time, ejaculating high up into her, and they held each other and muffled their cries of pleasure. She kept moving on him until they were both exhausted, and finally she just collapsed back on him, breathing hard.

"That was good," he whispered, gasping.

"Oh yeah," she breathed.

"I love you so much, babe." he whispered in her ear.

"I love you too."

They made love until they passed out, happy that no one forced them to break up.