You're hopelessly in love with your boyfriend, Jughead Jones. When the subject of physical intimacy comes up one day with your best friends, you find yourself afraid and in doubt.
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Saturdays were one of your favorite days of the week.
Veronica would pull up in her luxury car and take you and Betty to the Galleria outside of town. You both would follow her around as she surveyed the newest imports and replenished her gorgeous wardrobe, talking and laughing the whole time. The wares of the Galleria were far above anything you could ever afford with your minimum-wage income, but you adored the two girls you would spend the day with.
Veronica always had the best gossip. Mostly passed along from Kevin, who refused to join ("I will not play into that gay stereotype!"), Veronica always had stories ranging from the scary to the scandalous to the just plain hilarious.
"And the cross-country team caught her getting it up the ass on a stump in the woods!" Veronica said, laughing over her kale smoothie.
"Ronnie!" Betty scolded, face red. You could tell she was suppressing laughter as well, sipping on her strawberry smoothie.
"Anyway," Veronica said, slapping her hands on the patio table in finality. "What about you, (Y/N)?" She grinned devilishly.
"Got any good sex stories yet?"
You swallowed. You and Jughead had bonded over your mutual love of cult classic movies and classic American literature, first meeting when you fought over the DVD of Rebel Without a Cause at the public library. In his charming, Jughead Jones way, he'd suggested you share the DVD and watch it together. The rest was history.
Jughead was loving, and fun to be around, but you just weren't that kind of couple. He barely ever kissed you, especially in public, and he kept his hands firmly where they could be seen.
"Oh I don't know about that, Ronnie..." You felt yourself feeling hot.
"Come on," Veronica chided. "You're dating the bad boy of Riverdale. I love my Archiekins, but he's so vanilla sometimes. I bet Jughead loves to get down and dirty." Veronica waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"I am a little curious," Betty said with a mischievous smile. "I've known Jughead since we were kids. It'd be interesting to not see him in such an innocent light."
"I bet he has an amazing body under all those drab clothes," Veronica said.
Your face reddened. You've always known Jughead to be kind, and smart, and funny, but you've never gave much thought to his sexual attractiveness before. His piercing blue eyes and disheveled dark hair were quite handsome, and he was probably very toned given his wiry yet built frame.
"Let's stop teasing her," Betty said. You gave her a grateful smile.
Veronica went on to tell more stories, but you found the sound of her voice fading into the background. You focused in particularly close on the way her face looked. Veronica was drop-dead gorgeous. With her short, wavy dark hair, angular facial structure, and classic fashion sense, it was like she stepped out of a black and white movie. Her large eyes gave her a look of cuteness, and you knew from watching the River Vixens that she knew how to use her body to look sexy.
Your gaze shifted to Betty. With her golden hair, sweet smile, and doe eyes, she looked like a literal angel. Her fashion sense made her look like a princess. While she wasn't sexy in the Veronica "I will fuck you up in all the right ways" sexy, she was sexy in the Betty "I'm innocent and nice, corrupt me" type of sexy.
Your gaze went to the window of the smoothie shop, examining your own reflection. You were all-right looking, you supposed. A nice facial structure, though you didn't know how to extenuate it correctly with makeup. Your fashion sense was functional and didn't offer any aesthetic value. Your body was decent, but not sexy like Betty's or Veronica's.
Betty and Veronica were sexy and beautiful. And to you... you were not.
You suddenly felt very ready to leave the Galleria.
You were walking along the sidewalk with Jughead the next day, mind still set on the "Betty and Veronica Problem".
"Hey, (Y/N)... you seem kind of weird," Jughead said. "Is everything okay?"
You nodded silently, keeping your eyes ahead. You couldn't look Jughead in the eye ever since imagining him naked!
He stopped you to the side, taking both your shoulders. "(Y/N), if we're gonna be in a healthy relationship, we need to feel like we're in a safe environment to tell each other what's wrong." He smiled. "You can tell me anything, and I'll see if I can try to help. What are you thinking about?"
Your face suddenly became very red, and you mumbled something nearly unintelligible.
"What?" Jughead asked, leaning in so he could hear.
Taking a deep breath, you whispered, "I'm thinking about having sex with you."
Jughead stiffened, eyes widening and heart racing. The girl he loved, face flushed, uttering out in a breathy whisper that she was thinking of him ravishing her that very moment? It was like his greatest fantasies have come true.
His analytical side kicked in, stamping down the growing heat in his jeans. This was too out of character for (Y/N).She must be trying to communicate something else.
"What do you mean?" Jughead asked again, smiling so you knew he didn't mean any harm.
"It's... it's just you're really attractive and I'm... I'm not," you whispered.
"Ah," Jughead said in understanding.
Then, he grabbed you and pulled you into a nearby alley, pushing you so your back met the rough wall.
"Jughead what are you doing!?" You said frantically.
Then, he slammed his lips into yours. It was unlike any kiss he'd given you before, which were all chaste and sweet. This one was different, it was wanting. You felt his hands knot in your hair and his tongue enter your mouth. You found yourself doing the same.
He pulled away and you couldn't help but sigh.
"(Y/N), you're the most beautiful girl in this damn town, and I do want to have sex with you," Jughead said, expression serious. "I just didn't want to push you into anything you weren't comfortable with."
You smiled, happy your doubts had been addressed. The two of you walked back out onto the sidewalk, your entwined hands swinging between you.
"I think I'm open to trying new things," you pondered. "I need some juicy stories to tell Veronica."
Jughead laughed, pulling you close. "Don't worry, I have some things in mind."
