A Familiar Face

I roll the bottom of my whiskey glass on the grimy wooden bar and sigh deeply. Why do I constantly make a mess of something good when I have it; yet another decent waitressing gig gone while waiting for my book to get published. I take another sip of my Jameson cranberry and motion at the bartender for another. He's tall and stocky but knows what to wear to get the most out of the female patrons: form fitting black dress shirt, rolled sleeves just above the elbows to draw attention to his biceps. Whether gesturing to the racks of bottles behind him or cleaning what appears to be an already clean glass, he keeps the attention on his rather large hands, which is definitely working on the co-eds at the other side of the bar. The thing about bartenders, they don't serve you quite as well in bed as they do when their rent depends on it.

I down the rest of my drink and stare at the empty crystal. Nothing like cheap whiskey and self-pity on another shallow Friday night.

Then a hand on my shoulder.

"Betty…Cooper?"

I glance up from my glass to the mirror behind the bar and find a dark-haired hipster-type standing next to my barstool. I sit upright from my sulking at the bar and turn to face, well, a familiar face.

"Juggy?" I smile, surprised.

Jughead Jones. My sophomore year Homecoming date with Bieber hair and a shocking passion for high school band that ended almost immediately as it started. The man in front of me is hardly resembles the same immature boy from high school I once knew. Goodbye baby fat and hello chiseled jawline slightly hid behind his dark facial hair. His thick black glasses hang low on his nose and his green eyes are hidden under his brows, which look down on me from his 6'3'' frame.

"Yeah, I thought that was you," he removes his hand from my shoulder and tucks it in his denim jacket pocket. "What are you doing here?"

"I moved to Chicago a couple years ago, actually. I thought I needed a drink so here I am." I motion at the crowded bar around us.

"Have you ever been here before? I come to O'Riley's all the time and I don't think I've ever seen you here before."

"That's because I've never been here before," I smirk.

"Then I must buy you a drink."

Just then the bartender sets another glass in front of me and asks me if I need anything else; he must be wary of single girls sitting at bars and having men suddenly approach them.

"No, I'm good," I wink at him, "Thank you, though."

He smiles and walks to the other side of the bar to serve a group of rowdy sorority sisters out on "RUM-springer!" according to their homemade, puff paint t-shirts.

Jughead turns up the corner of his mouth and looks down at the sticky bar floor, "So not my best pick-up timing."

"Oh, was that your best?" I scoff before taking a pull from my drink and turning back to the bar.

Jughead casually leans one elbow on the bar and slowly looks over me, from my heeled black boots to my liner rimmed eyes. There was a brief hesitation when his gaze rolled over the top of my exposed breasts in my ribbed tank top, but it was a small hesitation and it wasn't like I didn't welcome it.

"Oh, so then, was that your best?" I return the gaze.

"No, that was me barely trying," he moves in a little closer, "but I'm glad it worked."

I laugh then motion at the empty barstool for him to join me. I square my shoulders and wait for him to sit down. His thick brows raise as he sets his craft bottled beer on the edge of the bar and casually drapes his arm on the back of my barstool. I can smell the faded cologne on his neck and spot the semblance of freckles on his nose under his glasses.

"So, do you want to take this back to my place?" Jughead asks after a couple hours of playing catch up and recanting our hellish high school years.

"I've got nothing better to do." I look at my fourth empty drink and gingerly place it on the bar next to $40 to cover my tab and tip. I glance over at Jughead who takes out his leather billfold from his back jeans pocket and places a couple twenties himself on the bar. I stand up from my barstool, completely aware of how my breasts are now incredibly close to his wandering gaze. I slide out from the row of stools while grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder; standing up, he steps in closer to me as he waves his jacket around my shoulders and I can feel him breath my scent in. I knew I was smart for wearing my Ralph Lauren today.

We walk out the bar onto the busy Chicago sidewalks and start walking, our hands flirting with touching.

"It's not far, I live just a few blocks from here." His hand grazes mine.

"Any unsuspecting roommates I should be aware of?"

"Not in the least, I've got my own place."

We continue down a couple blocks laughing and drunkenly talking our way to his apartment. His eyes keep finding their way towards me and I pretend not to notice, retaining my air of aloofness, like I don't know what going back to his place entails.

"Well, here we are." He motions at the brick building and his eyes look at me questioningly.

I finally take his hand and lean in again, as if to kiss him, but instead, "Let's go up."

The walk up the stairs to the third floor seems to take ages and with each passing moment I'm afraid I'm going to sober up and lose my nerve.

Jughead locates his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door rather quickly, he's as eager as I am. He pushes the door open and leans his back against it, as I walk inside his apartment. It's sparingly furnished, as one would say minimalist, but with vinyl records strewn throughout the place and open books littering every surface. A few band instruments are scattered in a corner with music sheets covering the floor like an area rug.

"Sorry, it's a little messy," he closes the door and flicks the lights on, "I wasn't expect-"

I press my body against his and grab the back of his neck to pull his lips closer to mine. I look up at his eyes one more time and press my wet lips firmly against his warm mouth; we share a passionate kiss before he pulls away and looks at me with those deep green eyes again. Then he smirks and lifts me off my feet to push me against the closed door, so I wrap my legs around him and kiss him again.

I can feel how hard he is through our jeans and roll my hips against his erection to encourage him. His lips trail to my neck and one of his hands releases its tight grip under my thigh and crawls under my shirt to my waist. Not good enough.

While his tongue traces circles on my neck, sending shivers across my skin, I start to pull his hair and his breath and facial hair on my neck drives me insane when he asks, "Do you want to stop?"

I start to suck on his ear lobe then whisper, "No, I want you to fuck me."

He brings me back to my feet and kisses me with more heat than before, so I grab the bottom of his shirt and start to take it off him. His skin is smooth but firm and I graze my fingertips across his bare chest.

"Your turn." He pulls my tank top over my head and smirks at my black lace bra. "God."

His mouth focuses on my chest, but his hands start in on my jeans. He quickly unbuttons my pants and forces the zipper down. He pushes my hips against the door and falls to his knees in front of me. He slowly pulls my pants down and looks up at me with a sly smile. I kick off my boots and step out of my jeans, anticipating his touch again.

His fingers begin tracing the hemline on my black panties and I giggle when his touch starts to tickle, but my laugh quickly stops when one of his hands hooks the back of my knee and drapes my leg over his shoulder. I grip the doorknob to keep myself steady when he pulls my panties aside and locks eyes with me as his mouth begins to devour my pussy. His tongue circles my clit, slowly at first, then with more fervor. I feel a familiar desire deep inside me and I'm overcome with a low moan. My fingers lace though my hair while Jughead's cup my breast. I clutch his hand and press it harder into my chest meanwhile his tongue gently presses against my entrance and all I can think about is how I want more.

"God, Juggy," I pant between breaths, "Jughead, I want all of you."

"Are you sure you don't want more of this," he locks eyes with me and thrusts a finger inside of me. With one hand still on the doorknob, I squeeze his shoulder with my other and relish in the attention his fingers are giving.

"Or do you want more of this?"

His tongue strokes my clit again and I toss my head back, hard, onto the door. I wince, but the pain only adds to my growing excitement.

Jughead pulls his fingers out of my flesh and unhooks my leg from his shoulder; his mouth trails kisses over my mound, to my abdomen, then up to my chest and neck.

"Your turn." I say devilishly.

With nothing but my bra and panties on, I grab his belt and pull him towards the massive leather couch in the middle of the room. I get on my knees in front of him and unfasten his belt, unbutton his jeans, and pull them down. I stroke his erection over his boxer-briefs and tease him with those 'fuck me' eyes I've been giving him all night. I pull his boxers down and take him in my mouth, listening to the small groan escape Jughead's mouth. I start sucking his dick but need more. I glance up at him to make sure he's looking when I start fingering myself and moaning with him in my mouth. His cock slides in and out of my hot, wet lips then his hand grips the back of my head and he lets out another moan.

"Fuck," he breaths, "More."

His strong hands grip my shoulders and pull me to my feet, my legs already feeling weak. He sits down on the couch and grips my wrist tight to pull me on top of him. I straddle him, feeling his hard cock under me, wanting so badly to feel it inside me. I rock my hips back and forth and he makes quick work of my bra, tossing it across the room. The hunger in his eyes intensifies when he grabs my waist and brings my erect nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting on my barbell piercing.

I release myself from his firm arms, stand up, and pull my panties off while watching his bloodthirsty eyes drink me in from head to toe. Painfully slow, I spread my legs over his lap again and hold the back of his head, leaning in to kiss his swollen lips.

I lower myself onto his hard dick, savoring every inch enter my throbbing cunt. I moan loudly and take a sharp breath of air as Jughead watches his cock fill me. I bite my lip with every roll of my hips, taking his dick over and over.

"Ugh, yeah, you like that?" Jughead's husky voice whispers in my ear.

"Yes, yes," my chest heaves, encouraging him to play with my breasts.

I wince with ecstasy when he roughly bites my tight nipples with eager teeth and wet mouth. I moan again and circle my hips around his dick, writhing in desire.

"Lay down." Jughead growls, "On the bed."

I do as I'm told and make my way to the king-size bed in the other room. As I walk through the open door, I glance behind me and see Jughead's toned, naked body saunter towards me. I turn to face him and sit on the bed, then fall backwards with my hair fanning around my head. Jughead looks over my bare body and pushes my knees open, letting my legs fall apart, exposing myself. He grabs my wrists and forcefully holds them above my head, making me even more wet than before.

"What are you waiting for?" I tease playfully.

"How bad do you want it?" he grips my wrists even tighter in one hand while the other handles his stiff.

"So bad," I pout, "I want you so bad."

He thrusts his dick deep inside me, in and out, without hesitation or restraint, causing a wave of pleasure to course through me. I feel my legs start to shake and wrap them around Jughead's waist to bring him in only deeper.

"I'm going to cum," I scream.

"Cum, baby, I want you to cum." He growls, thrusting even faster.

My orgasm builds inside me until it finally releases, and my walls tighten around his dick, making him pump into me forcefully. I scream his name while arching my back, trying to close any gap between our bodies. His mouth falls open and he makes harsh panting sounds against my neck, his breath making aftershocks skitter over my skin. Every muscle in my body loosens as I feel Jughead release inside me; he lets go of my wrists and shifts his weight to one elbow to kiss my naked body one more time before rolling off of me.

"Wow, we did not do that in high school."

I turn to face him, feeling the sweat beading on my forehead. We both laugh and try to catch our breath.

"We most certainly did not."