Sleep tight, Sweet Betty

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Betty's bedroom window was open, as usual. Every time Jughead walked the few short blocks from his house to Betty's he was sure that this time it would be shut and locked. Whether it was a good or bad thing, Betty liked to sleep with fresh air, pretty much year round.
Once again, not this time.
Slowly, so slowly, he eased the window open further and then silently slid the screen all the way up. After boosting himself up, he slid headfirst through the opening. It looked clumsy but he had done it quite a few times and knew it was the quietest way to enter Betty's room.
After getting to his feet, he stood in the shadows next tot he window for a few moments, for one to make sure she still slept, but also to calm himself. He was in and she was still asleep. Good job, Jug.
God, she looked like an angel. She almost always wore her hair in a ponytail and still looked lovely, but sleeping, her hair was spread around her head like spiderwebs and several silky tendrils spilled over her breasts.
Which were covered, Jughead noticed, by his favorite pajama top of Betty's. An old shirt of her fathers. Button-down. His mild erection grew tighter against his jeans at just the familiar memory of the texture of the fabric of that soft white shirt.
As usual, except when she wasn't sleeping well and having her nightmares, on which nights Jughead would just stay and watch over her, her lips were slightly parted and her eyelashes fluttered just barely every few seconds. She truly looked like the angel she was. Almost as beautiful as she had looked this afternoon, after Archie had broken yet another date with her. Sometime Jughead couldn't believe the redheaded idiot. Here he had an unbelievable girl like Betty fawning over him and he treats her like crap. Poor Betty had been looking forward to babysitting Archie's cousin's daughters on Friday because Archie had asked her to help him out. Jughead knew she probably had movies lined up and probably a six-pack of beer for after the kids went to bed. Silly Betty got drunk after about a beer and a half but she would want to keep Arch happy.
But Veronica had gotten tickets to some charity dinner that she simply couldn't go to without Archie. Which happened to be on Friday. Jughead understood the draw of a free (gourmet, no less) meal, but couldn't see how Arch could be so blind to Betty's tears. Betty managed to cry and look lovely at the same time. Probably because between Archie and Veronica she was forced to do it so often. She also had the endearing quality of claiming not to be crying, even as the tears were streaming down her face. How many times Archie had screwed her over and then Betty had "got something in her eye", Jughead couldn't even count. And Betty was still going to babysit for Archie's cousin! Because she'd made a commitment and that's how sweet Bets was.
Without realizing it, Jughead had reached the edge of Betty's bed. This kind of thing often happened to him on these nights in Betty's room.
He reached down and pushed a strand of hair off her lovely face, his hand brushing her warm skin. Angelically soft.
His hand traveled the smooth line of her jaw and rested for a moment on her lips. Her warm breath escaped in a soft sigh. Jughead fell silently to his knees beside her bed.
His hand undid the top button of her shirt, exposing nothing more than her smooth, lightly freckled chest. Outside of the shirt, he moved his hand over her flat stomach and off to the side at her navel, then so slowly down her thigh. He ever so gently lifted her leg slightly and ran his hand back up the underside of her leg. The bottom button on the shirt was next. His hand shook ever so slightly as it brushed against the lilac-striped fabric of her panties. His eyes had been following the slowly torturous path of his hand but now were drawn to the sight of her dark blonde curls under the light cotton material of her panties. God.
His eyes traveled back to her face as he ever so slightly caressed her curls. He is so soft she doesn't even change her breathing.
He's not soft everywhere, though. He realizes he's been slowly rubbing his cock against the wooden frame of her bed. The sensation is as unbearable as it is ecstatic. Jesus Christ, she's right here! I've got to... I can't...
Jughead has been coming to Betty's room for several years now. At seventeen, he is even less in control than the first time he came in his pants in this room, just watching Betty's chest rise and fall.
Pressing against the bed, his hips moving slightly faster, he undoes the next two buttons of her shirt. There is only one button closed, slightly above her navel. His hand is shaking badly as he draws one side, then the other, to the sides of Betty's body.
There must be a really perverted, really great God, because as soon as he does this, a soft, cool evening breeze comes through the window and the perfect peachy-pink nipples on Betty's surprisingly large, white-between-the-tan-lines breasts perk up into tantalizing peaks.
Jughead wanted to wrap his lips around them more than any burger in the world.

Ch 1

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