Notes: My first story or quick little drabble, really, that I've put up. I'm hoping to do more little one shots and eventually be able to develop a better plot line.
I don't own Hey Arnold, that goes to Craig Bartlett.
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"If we both do it at the same time, it'll be less weird." Helga tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. A friendly way to say I want to see your chest, I'm just a curious young girl.
"C'mon Pheebs. How else are you 'gunna know if they look right or not?" Phoebe blushed, and set her glasses down beside her.
"Okay." She let her sweater fall to her shoulders. Helga pulled Bob's oversized tee-shirt down to her collar bone, eager for her friend to be the first.
"Okay." The shirt fell down to Helga's hips. Phoebe followed quickly after, jerking her head to the side as to avoid seeing Helga's breasts before she saw hers. They both found that they couldn't keep their eyes in one spot. Darting from each others eyes, shifting to each girls chest, then back to the eyes.
Helga's hand was resting on her clavicle, stroking, almost tugging at it softly. Neither of them spoke.
Two shadows of two innocent girls were cast upon the yellow sheets that were draped over them. The make-shift tent was lit by Helga's desk lamp, which maintained a constant buzzing throughout the several minutes the girls sat staring into each other.
Helga moved closer. It seemed to take an eternity as Phoebe sat shivering quietly. Her hands crept closer as she crawled to Phoebe's crossed legs. Her arms shook with the pressure as she leaned in.
Phoebe stretched her legs out, as Helga maneuvered herself so she now straddled the thin girls lap. Her hands were placed at either side of Phoebe's face, pulling the tender lips into her own. She opened her mouth, allowing Phoebe's tongue to touch hers. At this, Phoebe tensed. Her arms were now placed barely on Helga's backside, pulling at her boy-shorts. Helga let a hand wander down her sternum and up to her breast, pushing on it slightly. Phoebe fell softly to her back as the sheets collapsed around them, lit by a 60 watt bulb.
Air was scarce around them. The awkward sounds of their mouth's meeting was overtaken by soft moans and breathing, all going right to their ears. Space felt collapsed into this one room, this cream colored ocean of sheets. Helga pinned Phoebe's arms gently above her as she slid her tongue down the center of the girls torso, planting kisses as she reached her slender hips. Phoebe felt the noise around her. The silence of the room was overbearing. She covered her lips with fear and pleasure as Helga pulled the underwear down to her ankles, running the back of her hand down the length of Phoebe's porcelain thighs. She lifted a leg to her own pink and tanned shoulder, gliding her open mouth across her calf to her ankle.
"Wait." A muffled voice came from the sheets that had now fallen over her face, completely hiding her head from her tender body. Helga lifted the mess until their eyes met.
"What?"
"I don't think…I can do this." Her eyes closed. "Not now." Helga nodded as Phoebe pulled her knees to her chest, reaching for her panties. Helga sat back, tucking her blonde hair back behind her ears. The sheets were now held up by two drooping heads.
Phoebe placed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose. She chuckled. "I think we're too old to play fort."