Disclaimer: This contains adult material and strong sexual themes.

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My inspiration for writing this was to explore more then Arnold and Helga's prom night, but each of the couple's prom night. I love each couple the creators of Hey Arnold have given us. Tonight I was searching for a mature, intimate piece written about Harold and Rhonda and was disappointed to find any. I thought I could go about writing it myself and I do certainly hope you all enjoy it.

Each chapter contains the story of a different couple. These are all strongly explicit and erotic. However, I do hope you find them beautiful as well.

This is the first piece I have written for FanFiction and I would appreciate any and all feedback you have to give. Please feel free to share as well.

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Harold & Rhonda

Rhonda gripped the railing of the patio and closed her eyes tightly to suppress tears from coming out. She swallowed hard and let out a breath and looked out to the distance over Hillwood City. She felt the emptiness of a prom queen crown heavy on her head and the noise of the massive congratulations given to Gerald and Phoebe made her stomach churn.

Her thoughts were occupied on the overwhelming feeling that she had nothing now. While Phoebe had her scholarship and Nadine had her job offer at the entomology zoo - Rhonda had nothing. Her parents couldn't even get her into school if they tried. She only had beauty now, and that wasn't even enough to get the plastic crown that haunted her and sat upon Phoebe's head. She recalled the amount of money spent on dress, hair and make up for the weekend. The scarlet of her dress reflected in the moonlight, it glided down her body and newfound curves. Her back was completely bare. Her hair was perfectly jet black and gently flowed down her back. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned.

"Rhonda…" Nadine started to say.

Rhonda smiled almost embarrassingly as Nadine held out a tissue. "Thanks, can you believe this?"

Nadine grinned with concern. "Rhonda…I hate to have to tell you this."

"What is it now?" Rhonda said in a huff.

Nadine took her hand and led her down the patio steps to the lawn and then near the pond. To Rhonda's disgust the moonlight lit her date tangled in the arms of not one, but two women. The stench of alcohol was prevalent all around them.

"Curly!" She screamed out of maybe panic or revulsion.

Curly who was still had one girl on his lap and the other by his side hadn't even noticed her presence before this. His drunkenness discussed her. She could identify both of the girls as Connie and Maria.

"Heyyyy, baby…" he slurred and stumbled to his feet.

She could see that the two girls were also intoxicated. As he got to his feet, Rhonda slapped him directly down and turned to walk away. She felt Nadine follow behind her and call after her. But she didn't stop, she picked up the pace of her walking than she ran. She ran until she needed to catch her breath. By this time she stood outside the hotel. She let herself cry, she let herself cry like the girls who were left by there dates, girls who had no hope for a good prom cried. She felt pathetic.

"Rhonda?"

She looked up from her face buried in her hands. Harold Berman stood in front of her.

He took a long inhale of his cigarette, smiled sympathetically at her and passed the cigarette to her. She couldn't help but laugh at the gesture, at its kindness and it's truth. She took the cigarette and inhaled deeply and passed it back to him. It wasn't until then that she really looked at him. What happened to Harold Berman? What happened to the chubby, mediocre student she knew? He had become a man. He was still broad and husky, but more muscular now. He was known very well as a prominent football star on Hillwood High School's team. He didn't wear his blue baseball cap, but apparently blue was still his color because he was wearing a navy blue suit and sky blue tie.

"Thank you." Rhonda said softly.

Suddenly the sky broke and it was raining and they both stepped back under the roofing. Exiting the building was to both of their surprise, Arnold and Helga hand in hand. They didn't run to escape the rain but rather stand embracing the rain and kissed.

"Some prom huh?" Harold said to her.

"I suppose so." Rhonda said softly.

"Like you not winning prom queen?"

"Thanks for reminding me."

"Sorry." Harold said and smiled at her.

She noticed his smile now, his straight teeth. What happened to the Harold she knew? She shook herself out of the feeling that suddenly occupied her.

"Where's Patty?" she asked.

"I haven't heard from Patty since she graduated."

"But I thought…"

"You and everyone else, but I hear her and her girlfriend are doing well."

Rhonda whipped her head around and looked up at him.

He laughed at her look of surprise. She couldn't help but laugh too and she suddenly felt light. He put out his cigarette and looked down at her. Those eyes that haunted his dreams, her figure he couldn't help but pine for. The Megan Fox and Paris Hilton of the school – but it was another beauty in her he was most attracted to.

Rhonda felt him brush her hand and suddenly take it in his. Their fingers intertwined and she felt him take her chin and lean it towards his and stop. Rhonda had taken a step into him. He put his hand on her cheek and she looked up into his eyes.

"Curly?" he said with disappointment.

Rhonda laughed. "He's found other companionship."

Harold grinned and kissed her forehead. "I can't help but be glad."

They stepped into Harold's hotel room. Harold removed his jacket and threw it on a chair. Rhonda saw Stinky and Lila on the balcony drinking rum and cokes. Harold stepped on the balcony and closed the door behind him. Rhonda saw him say something to Stinky and then enter back into the room followed by Stinky and Lila.

"Evenin' Miss Loyd!" Stinky said

"I oh so love that color on you Rhonda!" Lila said with cheer.

Rhonda smiled. "It's all the rage this spring. It's called hot scarlet."

Stinky and Lila left the room closing the door behind them.

"What can I make you to drink?" Harold asked her.

"Oh…surprise me." Rhonda said and to her apparent surprise, he pulled a bottle of champagne and delicate champagne glasses. She smiled at this, and felt a newfound humbleness overcome her. Tonight she was not Rhonda Wellington Loyd. She was just Rhonda. She had no one to impress, no one to see her as anything but herself. Harold passed a glass to her and they clinked glasses. Neither took sips, they both just looked into each other's eyes. She put down the glass on the table and overwhelming decided not to think, and just to be. His hands pressed her body against me and their kiss overwhelmed her. They fell back on the bed together with him over her. He grasped her wrists and pressed them firmly to the bed. She loved his aggressiveness and need for her. She loved the feeling of his erection against her leg.

He trailed kisses on her neck and whispered into her. "Rhonda…"

She rolled over she was on top of him and sat up on his crotch and grinded against him. She smiled and dropped and untied the strap of her dress exposing herself. He ran his hand up her waist to her breasts and pinched one nipple making her moan and started to grind him faster.

"Oh god…" he moaned. He rolled over so he was over her. He smiled down at her. "Not yet."

Rhonda felt herself blush.

"Rhonda…" he said softly against her. "I want to see you…"

"See me?"

He smiled and edged her dress down her body and kissed her between her breasts. He trailed his kisses over her stomach and to her slender black thong, which he removed with his teeth. She inhaled deeply. Oh god…she thought. She had heard of this, she had dreamed of this. Suddenly he kissed her there. He slid his fingers between the lips of her womanhood and put one inside her. She gasped in pleasure. He couldn't help himself; he buried his head between her and lapped at her. As her breaths quicken he stopped. She sat up and unbuttoned his shirt all the way down. He undid his belt hurriedly and dropped his pants and all.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

She smiled at him. "I want to be one with you Harold."

With that he entered her, and they were one. With each move they made together they became even closer. When she wrapped her legs around him and he collapsed into her, they were officially one.

They lay next to each other, wrapped around each other with all their limbs tangled together. Rhonda felt his chest hair and stroked it as he kissed her forehead. He held her close and she finally found the courage to look into his eyes.

"You're so beautiful Rhonda." He said softly.

She suddenly felt overwhelmed. She sat up and looked in the mirror at the end of the bed at her naked self. She didn't know what would happen tomorrow, or after graduation. She had no plans and no future. But she suddenly, had him. And she had her, and as she broke into tears for no reason and he held her close and let her cry, she knew at that moment that was all she needed.