Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.
Title: "In the summertime"
Summary: The first time I saw her, she was naked. The first time I met her, she recognized me. The first time she kissed me was the first time I was kissed at all. This girl would change my summer and I knew it from the moment my eyes met hers. There exists many bad ways of meeting the girl of your dreams, but the way I met Helga Geraldine Pataki takes the cake.
Author's 1st note: Yay! New story! This will be a short one, we're talking like three chapters, all of them with some lemony goodness in them :3 This, as you may have figured out, takes place in an alternate universe where Arnold and Helga didn't grow up together, but actually meet at the tender age of fifteen during summer vacation. It's written from Arnold's point of view. It's lemons – and a lot of them – but there's feelings and story involved so it's not smut without a plot. Enjoy! :P
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 1: "Change my whole summer"
I was fifteen years old. Of course I was curious about this act called making love, no matter how little I wanted to admit it. The boys in my class were very open about it though. They walked about sex out loud during recess without any concern who would hear about it. Even if the girls were at the table right next to us. They didn't mind much though since... well, since they were just as curious. I was curious too, but much too shy and modest to ever admit it or even think about it.
The boys were specifically after me though since I was known as the gentleman after all. They could come up with the naughtiest and most indecent questions I had ever heard and the interrogations usually ended up with me passing out from all the thoughts their questions created in my mind. That or I simply blushed as they laughed at my modesty.
Their most recent teasing was right after school on this particular day when the summer vacation started. I was going away to this small, somewhat secluded island with my expanded family and the boys had joked about me finding some amazon beauty there. I had just rolled my eyes at them when they said that I must be gay for not hoping for at least a summer fling.
I would be lying if I said that I would hate meeting a sweet girl at that island, but it would also be a lie to say that the thought didn't scare me also. I was probably the guy with the worst bad luck with girls in the entire world. My first crush was on an older girl called Ruth who I wasted most of third and a bit of fourth grade fantasizing about. When I finally asked her out with an anonymous letter for Valentine's Day, she turned out to be so superficial that I swore to never judge a girl by her looks again.
My next crush was on a girl named Summer though who I ironically enough met during summer vacation. I found out that she was using me for my sand castle building skills, believe it or not. A competition with the prize of appearing in Baywatch was going on and the best sand castle would win. As soon as she and I won the prize, her boyfriend came running up and kissed her in triumph. Needless to say; I didn't trust girls much after that.
Then there was Lila, the girl who even to this day probably was my biggest crush ever. She was sweet, kind, funny, sophisticated and probably everything a guy like me could want though I figured that out much too late. A childish prank made her think I was in love with her and when I told her I wasn't she got disappointed. After thinking about it though, I realized that I did like her, but then she wasn't interested anymore. I fought to get her interest once more, but it wasn't meant to be. The older we got I also realized how bored we would probably have been with each other. We simply resembled each other too much.
Therefore, I'm single. So very single and missing that aching feeling it is to have a crush. I haven't felt that way since Lila... and at this point, that crush ended five years ago.
I sighed as I remembered all those girls of my past while I gazed at the ocean in front of me. I was leaning over the railing and was just enjoying the silence. I flinched when I heard a couple chuckle though and I looked longingly at them. It would be rather nice to feel that way about someone. The couple was looking through a telescope together and the girl tickled the boy until he had to move away and then automatically provide room for her to watch instead. He then grabbed her by the waist though and pulled her away. She was squealing in happiness and kissed him before they walked away hand-in-hand.
I sighed once more and went towards the now available telescope. I'd really wish I could find someone to share that with. I snorted at my own thoughts before I bowed and looked through the telescope. I had expected blackness, but I could see everything. "Huh. I guess they left before the money ran out…" I muttered and grabbed ahold of the telescope as I started to steer it. There wasn't a lot to look at except for a few cliffs here and here out in the ocean. I was slowly getting bored when my eyes caught something glittering out in the ocean. I steered the telescope towards it and found something blonde in the blue water near a cliff. For a second, I swear my heart stopped beating as the words murder, body and police crossed my mind, but then a pair of hands grabbed the cliff and a body hoisted itself up from the water.
My sigh in relief was short though as I realized exactly what I was looking at: a blonde girl, around my age, who had just gotten out of the ocean after swimming… naked. I gulped when my eyes reached her buttocks and I suddenly understood why boys always compared them with peaches. She sat on her knees on the cliff and grabbed a towel from a bag I just noticed had been lying on the cliff. She started drying herself with the towel and my eyes caught ahold of her blonde hair once more. It was clinging to her slender, cream-colored back as if it was holding onto her desperately. I wouldn't want to let go of a girl like that either.
"Did I seriously just think that?" I asked myself, but I shook my head as I kept watching her. My brain was telling me how disgusting I was for doing it, that I should have looked away and that this was so very ungentlemanly to do. Yet my eyes never left that girl whose chest was now exposed to me as she twisted her upper body around. That was when I also saw her face and her naked body was completely forgotten.
Her eyes were as blue as the ocean she had just soaked herself in and were glimmering twice as much. Her lips were pink and full and her face was flushed from the swimming. She sighed as she slowly dried her torso and my eyes couldn't help but watch her breasts bounce as she dried the flesh beneath them. A somewhat familiar feeling, but one I usually only experience in the morning, rose in my trousers and I wiggled my hips in an attempt at getting it to disappear, but I knew such a thing wouldn't work.
The blonde girl sighed before she shook her head and made her hair cling to her chest too. I gulped when her eyes went towards me. My whole body froze as our eyes met. I was too far away for her to properly see me, I knew that, but I could see her so well that I couldn't help but feel like a deer caught in the headlights. She didn't seem angry or embarrassed. She was just looking at me with such intensity in her eyes that when blackness overcame my eyes, I actually flinched due to the sudden loss of them.
I leaned back and wanted to curse at the telescope as I frantically searched for a fitting coin in my pocket. Once I found one, I dropped it to the ground and then hissed a word I had never heard come out of my own mouth before as I grabbed it. I put it into the telescope and desperately searched for the girl again. It didn't matter where I looked though. She was gone and I was left wondering who she was…
My family didn't notice that my head was in the clouds since I was the somehow typical daydreamer so no one asked what I was thinking about, much to my immense pleasure. My head was so much in the clouds that. I still to this day don't know how we got from our inn to that small restaurant. I could hear a female, unknown voice next to me, but I didn't react to it until I felt a finger poke my shoulder. "Wake up, Football Head, what do you wanna order?" The voice asked and I finally looked up from the table and towards the voice.
My chin practically dropped to the floor. A blonde girl with unmistakably blue eyes was looking impatiently at me. She was wearing her fluffy blonde hair in pigtails rather than wet and clinging to her naked body, but I recognized her immediately. I was searching for recognition in her face, but saw none. I was well aware that I should have been too far away for her to see me properly, but I do have rather unique features. My oblong head along with my unruly blonde tuffs of hair and a blue cap placed on the middle of my head usually meant that people could recognize me more by that than my actual name.
"Football Head? Hah!" I heard my grandpa repeat with a laugh and I looked at him next to me. "I like her. She's got spunk!" He continued and I turned to her with a blush. I was expecting her to roll her eyes at my grandpa's words, but she was laughing and I felt my heart bounce at the sound. "Gramps, don't laugh at your poor misshapen grandson. I'm sure he's got a brain to match." The girl said before bending towards me so that we were at the same eye level. I desperately reminded myself not to look at her bosom, which until that day had never been a problem for me not to do.
"Answer this. What is 689 plus 453 minus 122?" She asked with those pink lips of hers. A flick on my forehead by her finger made me finally looked at her eyes. "Answer." She ordered, but there was some amusement in her voice. "Uh..." I muttered as I tried to remember the numbers she had given me. "A... A thousand and twenty." I answered while I was practically drowning in her eyes. "Kudos, Football Head!" She said with a big grin as she ruffled my hair. "I actually thought you couldn't get your eyes off my tits for long enough to calculate that."
I blushed heavily at the girl's words and my family laughing at me wasn't helping. I wanted to scowl at her, but all I managed was a childish pout. "Oh, I'm sorry for bullying you." She said and I barely managed to think that it was an interesting choice of word before she leaned towards me and I could feel her mouth whisper in my ear. "It's revenge for gawking at me after I got out of the water." She whispered and my heart stopped beating, I swear. When she leaned back, I was expecting her to give me the most hateful look I would ever receive my whole life. Instead, she was looking at me more like if she had just scolded a naughty child who had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar.
"Your order?" She asked and arched her back so she was above me once more. "Uh... wha-whatever you would recommend…" I heard myself say and I have no idea how I had the guts to dare ask her for such a thing. She didn't seem angry, but I was sure that she was hiding it. Her surprise at my answer was evident though and she was looking like she was waiting for me to change my mind. I didn't and that made her smile in surprise, but nevertheless smile.
"Ok then. Brave boy you got there." She told my family before walking away. I must have been ogling her because I suddenly heard my dad and grandpa whistle at me mockingly. "Stop!" I begged with a red tint on my cheeks. "I'm not blaming you, boy. She's cute." My dad said and made me look towards her once more before she disappeared into what I assumed was the kitchen.
Cute? That had been the word I would have used a moment ago before she opened her mouth and if I hadn't already seen her look beyond beautiful a couple of days ago at the beach. I hadn't expected her to be so… sassy when I saw her that warm afternoon. I realized that I had suddenly once more judged a girl by her looks rather than her personality, but then I realized I had grown even more fascinated by her after meeting her. She looked like an angel, but her smile was devilish. Her hair was blonde and fair, but she had also mocked me. Her eyes were shining like diamonds, but she had called herself a bully. These were little things, I knew about her… and I was hungry for so much more.
When that girl brought our food, I was staring at my plate in disbelief. She had brought me something that looked so delicious that I had to question if I should really eat it. She was obviously waiting for me to try though and so was my family. I took in a deep breath, scooped the food up on my fork and put it in my mouth. I tasted it for a moment before I looked at her in surprise. "Good?" She asked with a smile that told me she knew that I would nod. "Enjoy, Football Head." She said before curtsying sarcastically to the table and made my family laugh. She gave me a look before she turned on her heels and walked away.
I smiled before I drank from the drink she had brought me and remembered far too late that I hadn't ordered any drinks. I spit its content out of my mouth and coughed at the extremely sour taste. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" My mom asked in embarrassment, but handed me a napkin. I held it at my mouth and looked towards the girl who as I had figured was giving a very satisfied smile before disappearing into the kitchen once more.
"What am I doing?" I wondered aloud as I found myself in front of that restaurant again. How many times had it been by then? I had honestly lost count. I had desperately tried to collect enough courage to approach the girl again, but chickened out at the last minute every time. This time though she was off the clock earlier than usual so I jumped to the side and hid myself as soon as I saw her. She was still wearing her pigtails, but her uniform was replaced by a pink summer dress. I blushed when the wind took ahold of the skirt on the dress and exposed a generous amount of her thighs. I shook my head at my indecent thoughts and started following her.
I was asking myself what I was doing, but the answer 'stalking' didn't do me much help. I was trying to approach her, I really was, but I didn't even know what to say. 'Hi. I'm sorry for being a voyeur and a stalker, but I'm really curious about you. Wanna hang out?' didn't seem like it would provide me my desired outcome.
When I looked up at where I expected the girl to be, I froze. She was gone. I looked around in slight panic. There were no people around me, but all of a sudden I felt an arm sneak around my own and locking them behind my back. A cool hand grabbed my mouth and silenced me before I could shout and I felt my body stiffen. "A voyeur and a stalker? Criminy. Did your parents even try to raise you at all?" A female voice asked and I turned my head around only to see that pair of blue eyes I had longed to see up close again for a while.
I tried struggling to get out of her hold, but she was holding me with ease. Damn, she was strong, but so was I. I closed my eyes, apologized internally to her for what I was about to do and then bend forward so that she was leaning on my back. While her feet were off the ground, I swung the both of us around until I felt her grip on me loosening. Once I was free, I turned around, grabbed her wrists and slammed her softly up against a nearby tree.
The girl gasped shortly and stared into my eyes in slight disbelief. I don't blame her; girl or not, her hold had been rather strong and hard to get out of, but one should never underestimate six years of karate training. I could feel her breath on my lips and I knew I was standing too close to her to anyone's liking, but she wasn't pushing me away, which by the way she had been holding me earlier should have been an easy thing to do.
I had no idea what kind of eyes or face I was showing her, but she suddenly smirked at me and brought me out of the small trance I had been in. Our bodies were pressed up against each other's, how could I not have gotten a little lost in my thoughts? "Congratulations... No one has ever turned against me like that." She said with a bit of wonder in her voice, but most of all she seemed impressed by me. I wanted to give her a cool answer, a smart retort, but by God, I couldn't think of anything even if my life depended on it.
"You, uh... gonna do something or just hold me like this?" She asked. I looked at her for a moment, wondering how many percent of that question was a joke before I slowly let go of her hands. "Huh. For someone who seems so shy you sure do rather bold things. You counter attack me, but then you let me go with ease and you watch me through a telescope, but then get all tongue-tied when I approach you." She observed. "P-Please…" I said in a small voice, but then raised it. "Please forget about what I did that day. I wasn't thinking - - "
"Oh, so you do speak." The girl stated and I looked at her in surprise. "Uh… yeah." I said simply. I didn't know how to react to her declaration and I turned even more confused once she started laughing. "Criminy, you're cute." She said in-between her giggles and I felt my cheeks redden at her words. "C-Cu - - " I muttered, but never got to finish repeating her words.
"So why did you follow me? To apologize?" She asked and crossed her arms. "Y-Yes…" I answered and looked at her apologetically. "It's weird…" She observed with a curious frown before walking around me in a circle, observing me like a vulture waiting to make its move. I stared at her, not in fright but in excitement. "You don't exactly have that pervert vibe so…" She said before stopping in front of me once more. "Why did you do that?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it. I forced myself to open it again though and then to heck with the consequences. "I don't know... You're right; I'm not really the type of boy who usually does such things." I answered. "So what makes me so special?" She asked with a grin that told me that she was joking. "I-I don't know…" I admitted before closing my eyes and starting to ramble.
"I feel that if it had been any other girl maybe I would have turned the telescope away. Somehow, when I saw you, I just froze... I couldn't get my eyes off of you. You-You're beautiful really. I don't think I've ever been so captivated by a girl. I don't even know you, but I really want to a-and I don't mean in a creepy way, I swear! Your personality surprised me since I was thinking things like how much you look like an angel, but that has just gotten me even more interested in you. You-You're fascinating and I - - " before I could ramble any further I suddenly felt that cool hand upon my mouth again. I finally looked at the girl again and my heart stopped at the view of the most adorable blush on her face. I hadn't realized how my words had affected her.
"Criminy... I didn't expect a fucking love confession." She observed with an embarrassed frown. She looked so shy that I almost wanted to smile, but her words made me mutter a muffled apology behind her hand instead. I couldn't muster much else anyway, her chest was pressed up against mine again now and I could feel how soft her breasts were through the thin fabric of her summer dress.
I could feel my breath get heavier and she suddenly looked at me like if I had just told her my most embarrassing secret. With that predatory smile plastered on her face, she suddenly swung me around and now it was my turn to be thrown against the tree. She was still holding my mouth, but her other hand was now on my shoulder and even though the weather was warm that hand was practically burning onto my skin.
I gulped when her hand on my shoulder traveled down my upper arm and left a valley of goose bumps behind it. I was wearing a red very short-sleeved t-shirt and some brown shorts that went to my knees so when her hand reached the hem of those… it sent a shiver right through me. She looked like she was having so much fun watching me squirm beneath her palm as she glided it from my stomach and up to my chest. Her thumb slid over one of my nipples and I flinched at the odd feeling. I hadn't know that was a sensitive spot on boys. I knew it was on girls though.
The blonde angelic devil smiled at my reaction while one of her legs went between mine and I felt her thigh touch my… well, you know what. I gasped at that and heard her giggle a little maliciously at my hardness. "I've barely touched you…" She observed in a whisper before letting go of my mouth and her hands went to my neck. "P-Please stop…" I muttered though I really didn't want her to. I was just feeling so self-conscious and embarrassed that I couldn't help but ask that of her. "Stop?" She repeated in disbelief and giggled again. "I'm pretty sure this right here doesn't want me to stop." She observed before I felt her thigh move up between my own thighs and I gasped at the feeling that soared through me.
My gasp turned muffled when her lips were suddenly upon my own. I was purely stunned as her hands went to my cheeks and she pressed herself even more up against me. I could feel every curve of her body as she kissed me and I could do nothing but comply. It felt wonderful, but I didn't know what to do. I had never kissed like this before and when she removed her lips from mine, I was sure it was due to my inexperience.
"Open your mouth a little." She commanded before kissing me again. I was baffled. Was she really kissing me and continuing to do so even after I had been such a dead fish at the first one? "Open your mouth I said." She said a little impatiently and I complied without considering it for even a moment. "Good boy." She whispered against my lips and I moaned when her mouth connected with mine once more.
The kiss was soft and there was a hint of vanilla on her lips. It was an intoxicating taste and even more intoxicating smell. If I hadn't been so nervous and shocked by the whole thing, I would probably have let my tongue lick her lips until that taste would forever remain on my own. That sweet, almost innocent kiss suddenly turned heated when her thigh started to brush at the currently hardest place on my body in a slow and steady rhythm.
I removed my lips from hers to gasp, but she grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me right back. All my thoughts were in such a blur that I wasn't sure how many of them were telling me to stop. What I was doing with this girl was wrong, I knew that. I didn't even know her and she didn't know me, but everything she did felt so good that even though I tried to hold back I couldn't hide my lust from her even if my life depended on it.
This girl was ruthless as she started to pull at my hair and fist it with one of her hands. This was so very different compared to those small, innocent kisses I had experienced from other girls. This was passionate, lustful and so intoxicating. Her tongue that started to lick at my upper lip and my mouth opened subconsciously to give her room to do that, but instead her tongue snuck into my mouth and my eyes widened at the unfamiliar feeling.
I'm pretty sure that once her tongue started to roll around mine, a series of moans and grunts were all my mouth was providing. Except a rather lame attempt at copying her motions. I know I must have sucked at what we were doing, but she kept kissing me like if I was air and she was desperately in need for some.
I was starting to recognize this much too familiar feeling of all my blood rushing down to my nether regions and for some stupid reason, I found myself praying that she wouldn't notice. How could she not? Her thigh was rubbing teasingly up against it; she must have felt it so very clearly. Then, out of what seemed like nowhere, she pulled away and I felt like my present had just been stolen from me. Her body heat disappeared from me and I felt so cold that I actually shivered for a moment while she crossed her arms.
"That's your punishment." She stated and I looked at her in confusion. Was my punishment this amazing kiss she had just given me? She then pointed at my hips and when I looked down, the bulge in my pants was so obvious that I crouched to hide it. "That's your punishment." She explained and then walked away with a very satisfied smirk on her pretty face.
If this had been any other girl I would probably have run off in horror and never spoken to anyone about this ever again, but I had known from the very beginning that this girl was a mystery I would love to try to solve despite knowing full well that I never would. I stood up from the ground and turned to look at her. "I'm sorry!" I shouted so loudly that any passersby would have turned to stare at me, but no one was here but her and me.
She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at me in obvious surprise. She had probably expected me never to speak to her again, but here I was, insane and ready for more. "I'm sorry for what I did to you, seriously! I-I'm not a bad guy really and I... Can we start over? I would really like to get to know you."
The girl blinked. One, two, three times before she walked towards me. "What kind of get to know do you mean?" She asked with her arms still crossed. "Re-Regular." I insisted and while that was true then if I had decided to be completely honest then I wouldn't have opposed to the other kind of getting to know.
The girl seemed to ponder the pros and cons of letting me near her again. She then smiled and offered me her hand. "I'm Helga." She said in a sweet, but edgy voice and my face fell in shock. I had hoped, but never expected her actually to agree to hang out with me. "M-My name is Arnold!" I said in a much too high-pitched voice and grabbed her hand. She started laughing at my shy response and somehow I relaxed at that sound. She then smiled honestly at me and that was the moment I knew that this girl would change my whole summer.
Author's 2nd note: Fair warning: The first chapter is very tame compared to the second one so continue reading on your own risk! xD Hope you enjoyed, please review, and every other cliché you've ever heard on this site xP