That was when Betty knew that Jughead was the boy for her.Just then the doorbell chimed."Listen Juggy," she said over the phone. "They're starting to ...rrive, so I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow okay."he answered."Me too," she replied. "(Smooch!)"She sent him a kiss through the phone which he could hear. he returned it to her.They hung up and Betty rushed to answer the door. It was Nancy and Cricket with a carry-on bag each. Turning into her walkway were Midge and Veronica. The whole gang. I had never fucked her ass before. I had never had the guts to ask her. My dick was so wet from the sloppy mess that was in her pussy that my dick slid easily into her ass. I began fucking her slowly and she started moaning. I picked up the pace until I was fucking her hard and she was begging for more. All of my emotions were coming out as I drove my cock into her ass over and over until I felt like I was going to pass out. Then, there was the release and I felt like I was walking on clouds.. “Thanks.” He smiles and I’m once again struck by how good looking he is.“Never had a thing for Greg then?” Sam asks sounding a bit cruel.I look at Greg and smile softly, “sorry man, your new hairstyle makes you look really cute but your just not my type.” I tell him, he slowly shrugs his shoulders like it doesn’t really bother him. I take a moment to look him over and decide that since he dyed his brown hair blond that it has softened his sharp facial features and emphasised his green blue eyes. That's my friend Grace over there," she said, pointing to the blonde she had walked in with, "but she looks like she's busy over there, so I hope you don't mind me talking to you." "Oh, no I don't mind at all and I'm Olivia, nice to meet you," I said, a little too excited. We made some small talk, and continued sipping on strawberry daiquiris until we lost count. I learned that she was from England, and she was in New York on a work visa, working as a part time model and a part time fashion.