This is one of my biggest chapters yet, so I'm sorry ahead of time. 4,188 words, excluding the note at the beginning and the end! This chapter, and future chapters contain a lot of detailed sexual situations. Please be cautious when reading. Thank you!
"Do you actually have a plan?" Helga teased, attempting to break, or at least lessen the palpable silence surrounding the blondes. "Or are you just saying you do to keep me on my toes?" She was still kneeling, her knees and legs were starting to feel sore from the hardwood floor. Her back was rigid, palms were lying flat against her thigh as she looked up and waited for his response.
She looked and felt like Anastasia Steele from Fifty Shades of Grey; kneeling in the Red Room, waiting for instructions while he teased her until her body screamed for him to just fuck her. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be a submissive. The idea of Arnold being a dominant made her wet with anticipation.
Something about calling Arnold "Sir", or finding out what his idea of a proper punishment was was a major turn on. She could feel that familiar bubble of needstir in her lower stomach; she'd need to take care of it soon, with or without him. She shook her head, trying to lock those thoughts away for now and focus. She'd use them later when she was alone in her room.
Helga closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure, unaware that Arnold was watching her. His eyebrow quirked questioningly at her sudden head shake or wondering whether her pupils were actually blown when she looked up at him or if it was his overactive imagination.
His eyes trailed down to her thumb, stroking smooth, continuous patterns against her bottom lip, a sign he first noticed in middle school to mean either deep concentration or mild frustration, sometimes both. He never realized how much of a turn on such a simple gesture was for him, but maybe it was the woman and not the gesture.
"I guess you'll have to be patient," Arnold said, surprising himself at how low and slightly authoritative his voice sounded. He didn't know his voice could sound so raw, but he liked how powerful it made him feel and how it made her body shiver and her thighs to squeeze together. He decided to push his luck a bit further, he was bold guy after all.
"Think you can manage?" He smirked as her eyes shot open, looking up to lock with his, mischief gleaming behind her ocean blue eyes, promising everything good and bad.
Helga felt like her body was on fire and was quickly losing control. Moving to stand, she ignored the feelings of pins and needles as she took a step towards him. She needed to regain the upper hand, and she couldn't let him get too cocky, not yet.
She clasped her hands tightly behind her back, pushing her boobs up and together to create a bubble of supple, soft, inviting flesh. She had to hide her smirk as his eyes immediately flickered down to her chest, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip.
"I've never been good at waiting," Helga whispered, leaning in so her body was lightly pressed against his, leaving a small space between them. He could feel her chest pressed against him, even through her towel. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing harshly as his throat suddenly felt dry.
Arnold looked at her for half a second, the smirk of her lips daring him to make a move. And he did, his actions fast and precise. He grabbed her hips, turning and lifting her onto the counter as he stepped between her legs, resting both hands against each outer thigh. Her mouth opened into a O; his lips curled into a smirk. Check-mate.
"I guess," he said, his breath uneven as he leaned impossibly closer, watching as her eyes already started to close. He moved past her lips, blowing on the outer shell of her ear before whispering, "it's about time you learn."
Arnold knew she would have a comeback, or a remark of some sort so he caught her earlobe in his teeth, successfully cutting off anything she was about to say. His body was already reacting to the appreciative moan that escaped her soft lips, her hands skating up his bare chest before tangling into the back of his hair.
"Are we interrupting?" a male voice suddenly appeared, his tone one of teasing. Arnold paused, his muscles tense as he groaned and gently pushed away from Helga, leaving his right hand by her thigh. He turned to face a smirking Gerald and Phoebe, both with arms crossed and eyebrows raised.
Yes. "Nope," Arnold said, popping the P in hopes of sounding causal and not something he's been thinking about for weeks. He could tell neither had bought it. He looked over at Helga who had slid off the counter and was fixing her towel.
She appeared calm on the outside, even though she was mentally cursing Phoebe and Gerald for interrupting some much needed teasing time, although lesson learned not to in the kitchen.
"Coffee?" Helga asked to no one in particular, her voice light as she walked the kitchen, not checking to see if anyone was following. Arnold and Phoebe started following her when Gerald caught Arnold's arm, stopping him.
Phoebe shook her head, smirking before following Helga into the kitchen, reaching into a cabinet to grab fresh mugs. She started small talk, but Helga was concentrated on making a fresh batch of coffee.
Arnold watched the girls for a few more seconds before turning to look at his best friend, wanting to wipe that stupid, knowing smirk off his face. "Don't," Arnold groaned, leaning against the counter as his right hand jerked through his hair.
His eyes traveling back to the blonde in the kitchen, letting them linger over her legs and the tease of her ass under her towel as she bent down for a frying pan. He could feel Gerald rolling his eyes at him. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Nothing happened."
Gerald remained quiet, watching Phoebe carefully crack an egg into the pan as Helga leaned against the fridge, hands gesturing casually. "Something happened," he said, noticing how Helga looked over at Arnold, bit her lip, and then quickly looked away.
"Or at least try and hide your boner if you're going to attempt to lie," Gerald laughed, looking back at Arnold and laughed as he clapped him on his shoulder. Awkward boners didn't make quite as many appearances, so Arnold couldn't think of another excuse.
"Say it louder," Arnold hissed, stuffing his hands into his pocket and shooting Gerald a glare. "I'm not sure the girls heard you from the kitchen. As I said, nothing happened." He tried hard to forget how her talented lips looked and felt wrapped around his dick. "Or nothing major."
"Define major?" Gerald asked, crossing his arms and waited for the blonde to continue. Arnold hesitated, staring back into the kitchen at Helga, who was sitting on the counter with her ankles crossed. He suddenly couldn't remember what Gerald had asked, his only focus on how to get her back into that position sometime soon.
Gerald tried again, "Define major?" When Arnold once again didn't hear him, he embraced his inner Gibbs (NCIS) and smacked Arnold in the back of the head, the sound loud enough to catch the girls' attention.
Both girls looked over with questioning faces, their eyebrows quirked slightly. Arnold felt his face turn red and said the first thing that came to mind. "Fly."
He could feel Gerald shaking his head, putting his hand against his forehead in attempt to hide his laughter. The girls stared at him for a moment longer before rolling their eyes and returning to their conversation.
"Necessary?" Arnold half yelled, half-yelled as he turned to glare at his smirking friend. He sometimes wondered how they have been friends for so damn long.
"Caught the fly," Gerald emphasized, nudging his friend in the shoulder. Arnold just rolled his eyes, rubbing the back of his head.
The guys stood in silence for a few minutes, Arnold's attention back in the kitchen. Gerald sighed, honestly thinking of investing in a water bottle to squirt Arnold whenever he wasn't paying attention.
"You were defining major," Gerald whispered, leaning close to the blonde's ear, causing him to jump at his sudden voice. It definitely caught his attention.
Arnold was hesitant, choosing his words carefully. "I…. found out how talented Helga is with her mouth," he whispered, remembering how she looked on her knees, her soft lips wrapped around his dick, the way her cheeks caved slightly as she sucked, and the incredibly sexy way she held him in the back of her throat, her eyes locked with his.
"Wait," Gerald said, pinching the bridge of his nose, dreading Arnold's answer to his question. Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to. "Where exactly did you discover her talent?"
Arnold didn't look at him, instead finding the hardwood floor suddenly extremely interesting. "Around."
"I'm only going to ask one more time; where did you discover her talent? Because Phoebe and I found you out here against the…."
He stopped, taking a deep breath as he looked at his best friend, watching as his face turned red. He looked at the counter behind Arnold, to Helga, then back to Arnold and cringed. "Disinfect and next time, use your own rooms or at least the shower. Not where we all eat. We're not animals. Understand?"
Arnold nodded guiltily before following Gerald to have breakfast with the girls. Luckily, the blondes' sex life didn't come up in conversation.
Fuck. Arnold thought for the millionth time, his eyes drifting to a blonde in the kitchen currently wearing a short, light pink dress. It was a summer dress with thin straps, and their apartment was hot, but it left little to the imagination.
It stopped about mid thigh, clinging in all the right spots and showing off her slim but athletic figure. It also pushed up her boobs, which he now knew were soft, so there wasn't a valley of space between them-just two, supple bubbles. She didn't understand how much effect that dress had on him. That she alone had on him.
Arnold turned back to NFL game on TV, not paying attention as he took a long swig of beer. After his shower, he put on a teal t-shirt with blue jeans, his black Converse, and a red and blue striped button down tied around his waist.
His eyes slid back to her, his mouth feeling dry as he caught a glimpse of red when she bent down to pick up a wayward chip from the floor. He was positive it was her underwear, and about 75% sure it was a thong. Of fucking course.
He took another swig of beer as he turned back to the game, ignoring Gerald's smirk. He honestly couldn't tell you who was winning, what quarter they were in, or who had just scored- but he'd never willingly admit that to Gerald.
Gerald smirked as a commercial rolled onto the screen, something about car insurance with Liberty Mutual, when he caught him looking at Helga, again. She was helping Phoebe get snacks and drinks ready for the gang and was dancing to Kiss The Girl, the Ashley Tisdale edition. He was going to mess with him, and it was going to be too easy.
"That was quite the play, hmmm?" Gerald asked, breaking Arnold from his distraction as the blonde turned to face him.
"Yeah, quite phenomenal," Arnold replied distractedly, looking at the TV for in hopes of some help. Who's playing, Arnold thought, trying to think to the beginning of the game, when Helga was still in her room getting ready.
"Do you know the score?" Gerald asked, looking at his phone as if reading a "new" text. "Sid wants to know." If Arnold was more observant, he'd see the scores flash across the screen as the announcers reminded them they'd be "right back".
"25 to 13, I think," Arnold replied, watching as Gerald "typed" out a message to Sid.
"Thanks," Gerald replied, sliding his phone back into his pocket. He watched as Phoebe pulled out her phone, reading the message while Helga was pulling out a hot tray from the oven.
She quirked her eyebrow, grateful that Arnold was distracted by his phone and quickly typed out a response.
P: What do you mean, "tease A?"
Gerald got it a few minutes later and typed out a three word response.
G: Follow my lead.
"How's the food?" Gerald called, pulling Arnold away from his phone as he turned to look at the girls. Phoebe was piling cookies onto a plate while Helga poured them each a glass of wine.
"Just finished," Phoebe answered, walking into the living room with Helga following behind. She set the plate on the glass table, pulling out coasters from below and sat on Gerald's lap.
Helga sat on the edge, swirling her wine as she handed the other glass to the raven haired girl, her boobs inches from Arnold's face as she leaned over.
"Who's winning?" Helga asked, taking a long sip as she looked at the screen, aware that Arnold was watching her every move. His eyes trailed down her body, wondering just how easy it would be to rip that small dress off her.
"Path…."
"Broncos," Gerald interrupted, knowing he hadn't been paying the slight bit of attention. And he hadn't. He didn't even know the Broncos were playing. He must have been more distracted than he thought.
"I want a picture," Phoebe sang, pulling out her phone and sitting beside Gerald on the small couch. It was really meant for three people, but four usually worked if Phoebe sat on Gerald's lap.
Helga nodded as she moved to sit on the floor, her pulse quickening when she felt a rough hand grip her wrist and pull her onto his lap. His right hand braced against her thigh, rubbing circles as his left sling against the back of the couch.
"Say cheese," Phoebe yelled, amused that her plan was working so well. She counted down, when three hit, Arnold's hand squeezed Helga's ass.
Game Night was in full swing as the gang sat on the floor around the glass table in the living room. A collection of beer bottles, mainly thanks to Sid and Thad, were piled on the kitchen counter and three empty wine bottles, thanks to mainly Rhonda and Phoebe, were on the floor beside the couch. The slightly intoxicated group was currently attempting to teach Lila and Rhonda the rules of Poker.
The gang was organized boy-girl-boy, nobody could sit next to their significant other. Arnold had Phoebe on his left, patiently waiting for the game to start, and Helga on his right, laughing at a joke Eugene was telling.
Being close to her worked in his favor and was Step 2 of his plan, Step 1 was grabbing her ass during the picture. She had blushed but didn't say anything afterwards. He wasn't sure how far he'd get tonight, but he'd take what he could get.
Arnold had two and a half bottles of beer and Helga was working on her second glass of wine. The others were on either four of five, but he had asked her to slow down, not telling her why.
He wanted her to remember him getting her "back". And if the night ended in sex, which he didn't assume would happen, he didn't want it to be drunk and messy. It also made him more careful around the others since nobody but Gerald and Phoebe knew about their arrangement.
Arnold was rubbing small lazy circles against her left ankle under the table, talking to Brian, who was next to Phoebe as Harold and Sid went over the rules "for the last goddamn time".
They had all night, as the rule of Game Night was that all the guests who drank had to spend the night, no debate. Whoever was hosting, got their own bed.
The girls and guys were getting frustrated, taking a drink whenever they didn't understand something or had to repeat themselves. Helga quickly realized she was too sober for this and took another small slip of wine. Whatever you have planned better be good, Shortman.
Lila threw her cards on the table and came up with the idea for a movie night, as the majority of them were too intoxicated to go out and do something. The guys agreed, earning buzzed kisses on their cheeks as the girls went to the kitchen to make popcorn.
The guys moved the tables and drinks to make room for blankets and pillows. Gerald and Phoebe choose one corner of the couch, Arnold and Helga got the other, and the rest of the gang spread out on the floor.
Arnold grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, throwing it over to cover his and Helga's lap, his hand resting against her inner thigh, drawing patterns on her soft skin. It was slowly starting to affect her as she jolted when he stopped, waited a few seconds, and then restarted.
Lila had picked Love, Simon. As the opening credits rolled on the TV, Arnold kept his movements slow and simple, not bringing attention to them. He was lucky they always sat together during Game Night anyway, so nobody really thought anything off it.
Gerald smirked at him from the corner, shaking his head as he wrapped an arm around Phoebe and gave her a kiss on the forehead. It was about halfway through the movie when people started dozing off, but he still kept his movements slow; only moving up her thigh slightly.
When Phoebe and Gerald walked past them to head to "bed", they said a quiet goodnight and told the blondes to "behave". The blondes just rolled their eyes and continued watching the movie, moving to sit in the middle of the couch instead of in the corner.
Arnold sat behind Helga, his feet propped up against the edge of the table. She sat in front of him, legs spread in front of her with her ankles crossed. His hands were folded on her stomach, drawing small patterns when he started kissing down her neck, catching her off guard and causing her to gaps.
He stopped, looking around to see if anyone heard that, but nobody moved; everyone was asleep. They sat still for a few more seconds before he moved to put her feet up on the table, mimicking his. His hands rested against the soft skin of her thigh and he had never been so grateful for a short dress
Arnold slowly started tracing patterns on her thigh, moving up slowly until he reached the soft fabric at the hem of her dress. His eyes didn't leave the screen as he paused, giving her time to say "no" or "stop".
He tapped his fingers once, then twice, before moving under her dress, stopping again to wait for her to say no. She put her hand on his and squeezed; a silent sign for him to continue.
Arnold started kissing down her neck again, alternating between biting and kissing, his hand moving closer and closer to her thong. He was playing a dangerous game; she was extremely loud.
Helga couldn't count the number of times she had to bite her upper arm when she orgasmed to keep from screaming and waking up the whole apartment complex. Or the amount of times she would have to turn up the TV or music because she was getting louder. It didn't really even matter, Phoebe still heard her and would give her a sly smile the next morning.
Arnold's hand brushing against the edge of her thong quickly brought her out of her thoughts, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing soothing patterns closer and closer to her core. She leaned back, resting against his chest as whispered into his ear.
"Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?" She felt his fingers pause, a mixture of relief and frustration as he kissed behind her ear.
"Don't worry, you're in good hands," he bit down on her neck as he rubbed against her clit through the thin, soaked fabric. She took a deep inhale, biting her lip until she could taste blood, but he kept doing light, smooth strokes.
Helga's left hand gripped his jean clad thigh as her right gripped his arm, strongly but not enough to be misinterpreted as pushing him away.
Arnold's fingers stopped again, she turned about to ask him what happened when his fingers reached over to move her thong to one side. She was soaked, and he could smell her intoxicating arousal.
She could feel his body react behind her, a low moan escaping his otherwise composed behavior as she grinded back against him, He was just done with playing games.
His finger ran up and down her soaked slit, causing her eyes to roll back and her head to fall back against his chest. He smirked, stopping to rub her clit before leaning forward, pushing the blonde to sit forward too.
"You have to stay up," Arnold whispered, applying pressure as he rubbed her clit slightly faster. "Or you'll draw attention if someone wakes up." Her retort was cut off by a low groan as she his finger slid down to her entrance.
"You have to watch your speed," Helga retorted, causing the blonde man behind her to laugh. She was, of course, right. So he moved against her clit at an achingly slow pace and it was driving her slightly insane.
He did a few more strokes, keeping his movements slow and precise to be undetected in the when her nails started digging into his arm, hard enough to leave marks he'd have to explain but at this moment, he didn't care.
Arnold watched her face carefully, ready to kiss her if need be as he did another downward stroke, stopping at her entrance before slowly sliding a finger in, her warmth immediately contracting around him. Fuck.
He adjusted his pants the best he could with his one hand and tried to focus on the movie, instead of how he wished his finger was his dick and how it'd be great if the apartment was empty. He started to move his finger in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.
He heard a small breathy moan from Helga followed by his name,breathless and intoxicating. He threw caution to the wind, speeding up and adding another finger. Arnold didn't care if anyone saw, he was more focused on getting Helga to say his name again more than anything.
She was trying to keep her voice down, he imagined her lip would be sore tomorrow as he was biting it to keep from screaming. He leaned over to kiss her, the taste of metallic leaking onto his tongue and he changed the angles, hitting a spot that made her see white and jolt against him. He groaned as he started moving against her to create the delicious friction.
Arnold made sure to hit that spot over and over again, her moans getting louder to the point she'd eventually wake up the gang. He slowed down his speed, his arms hurting the mixture of the aggressive fingering and her nails digging into his skin.
He slid his fingers out, smirking at the small whine she made and rubbed her clit slowly, kissing down her sweaty neck. He couldn't make her cum immediately, that wouldn't be fair since she made him work for his release.
He rubbed slow circles, slowly working her back up to the edge of her climax before stopping, his hands just applying pressure against her clit. She was going to look back confused when a head popped up from the floor, groggily looking around.
Arnold rested his head back against the couch and made it look like they had fallen asleep. The shadowy figure reached around for the remote, turning off the TV and laid back down. The two blondes were blanketed in darkness.
Helga leaned back against Arnold to whisper in his ear. "Please?"
She never minded her P's and Q's before and it was weirdly erotic.
"Please what?" Arnold whispered, his pants extremely uncomfortable as he was already thinking of excuses after this to take a long, cold shower.
"Let me cum." He slipped a finger in, adding another as she covered her mouth with her hands, his hands pressing over hers for extra security. It was only a matter of seconds before she came, her whole body shuddering and creating delicious friction.
She went limp, her chest heaving as she laid back against him, her fingers gripping his hand. He slowly pulled his hand away, wiping it on his jeans as she slowly recovered, the white around her vision was slowly fading. Her body felt like rubber.
Arnold was thinking of an excuse to take a shower, when Helga leaned up to whisper in his ear, breathlessly.
"Your room or mine?"
Hi,
First off, I'm so, so, so, so extremely sorry for the delay in uploading a new chapter. I had major writer's block and I didn't want to post something that was rushed or sloppy. I like this chapter because we see a tug of war between Helga and Arnold for dominance. We also see a different side to both, which will only grow and complicate things in future chapters.
Secondly, I am so extremely grateful to everyone who comments reviews, ideas, what they liked/didn't like, etc. It helps me to stay on the right path, hearing what you all want without having to give up too much of the direction I want the story to go in!
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