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Juliet

Betty's POV: 

I lay on my bed in a pair of briefs and a black tank top (with no bra under)when I heard a knock on my window. I look up at the window and see Jughead opening my window and climbing from my window. "Hi there Juliet," he said, looking down at me from the place he was standing by my window. He looked into the room. "You're not joking when you said they were pink," he said with a laugh. I glow with his eyes as he looks into my all-too-pink room. "Do not fucking role your eyes to me the princess" he said sharply year me so I almost jump to. He is now looking down at me. His eyes take in my entire body. His eyes pass over my long, soft legs and over my plate stomach and then look over my breasts. The top is tight and he can easily see my nipples. And the supreme tuning in the room does not help directly. His eyes make my breasts hard and I feel the moisture coming. His eyes then slide up to my face. His gaze has become dark of lust. He walks towards me and does not let me go with his eyes. He slides down beside me on the bed. His body against mine. He gets on top of me and starts kissing my neck. His teeth straighten my skin, he sucked over my neck. I know how he has already left behind a number of love marks on my neck. His one hand slides up and down over my thigh. I let myself release a moan. When I do, I feel how he smiles at my neck. I let go of a mess when his lips lose contact with my neck. But the dissatisfaction does not last long. He throws his lips against me.

His lips were pressed hard against me. I bite in his lips and taste him. His tongue stretches against my lips and sucks after the entrance. I let his tongue come into me. This was the best thing about kissing him when his tongue massages my tongue. His tongue becomes more aggressive and I fight against him after domination. I know how his fingers are pushed into my thigh and will probably leave marks. But I was stunned by the kisses he planted over my skin. And I liked the pain he gave me. I wonder if Archie would affect me like Jughead does. I do not think so because no one else is like Jughead.

I'm relaxing with pleasure when Jughead kisses me and he won the fight between our tongues. I gave up. I wish he would win and I was the price. He was mine and I was his. I open my eyes again when our lips lost contact. I stared at him and he down on me. Our eyes reflected each other. Our eyes were filled with lust and confidence. His hand broke down from my hip to my inner thigh and mashed the meat softly. His other hand crept up under my top and cupped my one breast. I easily a soft moan leave my lips when he even started to masturbate my chest. He lips planted kisses over my neck again. His lips kisses every part of my neck and up for the jaw line. He kissed my cheek and closed my lips. I moan again against his lips when his hand creeps higher up on my inner thigh. Against the place I needed him. God, I want him, but I can not get the words when he kisses so well. He stands up and leaves my lips alone. He throws down his serpent's jacket on the floor. And pulls his body over my so I feel how he is hard. His touch made me wet and I wanted him. I really wanted him. I needed him.  His lips release my contact and I took my chance of taking the lead in the situation. Yes, put his arms around his neck and got me somehow to be on top of him. I leaned in and planned wet kisses over his neck. I pushed my hips up and down over his hardness so he grounded. I left his neck and attacken his mouth. My lips moved in sync with his. My tongue was hugging around with his. I deepened the kiss by leaning me further into my body. I hoisted my hips over his bulb in his pants and he rubbed into the kiss. I sat up at the top of him and we looked at each other in the eyes. His hands were at home from my tank top. He looked at me for permission I nodded in reply. He pulled me out of my head and looked like a spell on my breasts. Was there anything wrong with them? Be them too small? Too big? What was wrong? Why does he not say anything? I feel panic getting into my body. The panic that he thought something was wrong with me. As Archie, I thought I was wrong. But everything had felt so good with Jughead. I could be with him without demand. He said I was his kind and said I was pretty. But he may have regretted what he said to me. He could have had someone better than me.

He should be with someone who is more like Veronika. Someone is the opposite of me. He should be with a girl who is like him. Some hot, pretty and smart girl who can make him happy. I feel the tears burn in my eyes until they swell over. A few lonely tears fell from my cheeks. I looked down at him afraid to see the mockery in him. As Archie always was. He said I was boring and too sensitive. What would happen if Jughead agrees with Archie. If Jughead leaves me, I'll be all alone. And I can not stand alone again. I felt two big hands embracing my face. And a pair of lips kissed the tears away. 

Jughead's POV:

I pulled her top and below there were two pairs of round, full-bodied breasts that were so perfect and soft. I could do nothing but to take in her eyesight. I must have checked for a while because I had not even noticed the tears that rolled her furrows. What did I do wrong? Why does she cry? Have I done her badly? I chew her cheeks with my hands. Feeling her soft skin that was now wet of tears. I kiss her bones and taste her tears. The tears taste salty. She looks into my eyes, she looks hurt. She may not be ready for this? To be intimate. Or is it just me?
I see her lifting her hands to try to slide herself. But I grab her hands to stop her.
"What is it?" I softly wish her while I embrace her. She starts crying again. I put her in my lap so I can keep her better.

"You should not be with me," she said quietly. What does she mean? I should definitely be with her. I need her and seem what I've seen needing me. I kiss her forehead. "Why should not I be with you?" I ask troubledly.
"Because you can get someone better. Somebody who is opposite to me," she says. How can she say such a thing? She is perfect. She's perfect for me.
"And, by the way, do you mean a ugly and awful girl without heart and soul? O Cope, you wish me all the worst," I said with a laugh. She twists her head so she can see my face.
"No, I mean you should join someone like Veronika, who is pretty and beautiful, who can make you happy," she said with a dazzling voice.
"Sweety, I think you have a wrong idea of ​​what the opposite means. On me, I'm sure you'll get a dictionary on Christmas presents," I said and kissed her on her mouth. Our kisses become deeper and more intense. Her hands touch my hair while my hands massage her perfect breasts. She was a true angel.
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I woke up with my arms about a beautiful blonde. Which was topless! But she was wearing underneath and I was full of clothes. Nothing happened yesterday. 

Just that once again I understand that she does not see how beautiful she really is. But she's a real angel. I put up the blanket so it covers her naked breasts and writes a note so she does not think I've left her.

"Good morning beautiful. You looked so pretty when you slept so I did not wake you up. We see you at school and have something short for you;) Love you."

Yes, Jughead Jones wrote "love you". I did that seed who can not love this blonde beauty. She is an angel fallen from heaven. And she's mine.

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