"Don't go anywhere near them again," I tell her as we enter my apartment. I flick the lights on and step into the front room.
She scoffs. "Whatever, Football Head."
"I mean it. You didn't accomplish anything by going there and they are nothing but trouble. Just stay away," I say firmly.
She rolls her eyes and walks away from me to sit on the hunter green couch.
I sigh and join her on the couch. "It's because I care about you," I say and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I wouldn't be able to cope if you got hurt because of me," I say honestly and lean into her further.
It feels so good to finally have someone here. I haven't had a girlfriend since the beginning of high school, and that was all innocent stuff. Nothing like being a grown up where we can each hang out at each other's own places and have the freedom of going out whenever without needing a ride from someone.
She leans her shoulder into me and I wrap my arm around her.
"Want to stay here tonight?" I ask and pull her legs on my lap.
"I guess. Do you have an extra toothbrush?" she asks and looks up at me.
"Of course. And extra clothes you can sleep in."
"Fine. Let's watch some TV though," she says and grabs the remote from the table and settles back in my hold.
She falls asleep in my arms while we watch Cast Away.
I lift her gently into my bedroom and place her on the bed. I'm not sure if I should dress her in more comfortable clothes or just leave her. She is wearing shorts which won't be hard to get off and she is already wearing a t-shirt so I can leave her shirt.
I feel uncomfortable as my hands reach for the button of her jean shorts, but I do so slowly and carefully not to wake her up. I pull the zipper down with my lightly trembling hands fearful she will wake up. Who knows how she will react if she catches me like this.
I slip her shorts down carefully, and once they are over her knee caps, they come off easy and pull them off from around her ankles.
She stirs some in her sleep and rolls over to lay on her stomach. Oh god, she is wearing a thong. I can't help myself from staring at the lighter skin on her ass. It's so… so perfect with her marks and all.
I remember my task and mentally smack myself for spending so much time looking at her. I grab gym shorts from my drawer and place them on her carefully. I put on a pair myself and join her on the bed.
….
I wake up feeling hotter than usual and realize it is because of Helga sprawled across my torso. I think she feels me wake up because she lifts her head to rest her chin on my chest with her eyes still closed.
"Good morning," I say and stroke her soft hair.
"Morning," she groans and rolls herself off of me.
The lighting in the room tells me that it isn't super early and I anxiously check my phone for the time.
"Holy shit," I say and jump out of bed.
"What?" she questions.
"It's eleven and I have to be at the gym at ten," I say as I scramble to put on a new shirt and run my hands through my hair.
"Will your coach still be there?" she asks and lifts herself up out of bed.
"I don't know but I have to go in case he is. I have a missed call from him. Shit," I say and put my wallet and keys in my bag.
"I'm sorry to rush out like this. You can help yourself to whatever in the kitchen or you can leave and do whatever you need to but I really have to go. There's an extra key in the Spiderman cup in the cupboard so please lock it if you leave," I say hurriedly.
"Okay, okay, damn just leave already," she laughs and pushes me to the entrance of the door.
"I'll be back later," I say and lean down to kiss her swiftly.
"Just go," she says and pushes my chest out the door.
I literally sprint all the way to the gym only to find that my coach is gone. He doesn't answer my call so I train by myself doing extra sets of pushups and punches to make up for it. Being late for practice is one of the worst feelings.
The next time I check the clock, three hours have flown by. I take out my towel to wipe myself down as I sit on the bench shirtless.
"Damn," someone says and I lift my head up. It's Helga.
"Have you seen someone named Arnold around here? I'm trying to look for him," she teases and I grab her thighs to make her sit on my lap.
"He's right here, dummy," I say and she wraps her arms around my neck.
"So, would you like to explain to me how I fell asleep wearing jeans and woke up wearing your shorts?" she raises an eyebrow at me.
"I didn't want you to be uncomfortable in those shorts," I say.
"Yeah, it better have been a quick task, Football Head," she says and the image of her bum rests in my mind again.
"It's not like I haven't seen it before," I tease her and she smacks my shoulder.
"You're gross," she says and gets up from my lap and I laugh.
"I'm kidding. Did it take you this long to finally get out of bed?"
"No, I had to do something else," she says and clears her throat. "Are you doing anything tonight?" she asks.
"Nope, why?"
"We should go to the club. I've been feeling like it all week," she says and crosses her arms.
"The club? I didn't know you were into that."
"I'm into anything," she says and smirks.
"Well, all right then. I haven't been to the club in so long," I admit. Now that I think about it, it's been over two years. The one time I went with Arnie didn't leave me with a great memory of clubbing, but I'm sure with Helga it will be different. Now my mind is clouded with images of Helga in a tight dress.
"So, I'll meet you tonight then?" she asks and I stand up from the bench.
"Sure. Just text me when you're ready," I say and kiss her before leaving the gym.
…
It's eight now and she finally texts me to pick her up in thirty minutes. I take this time to change into something decent and comb my hair so it isn't so messy. I just wear blue jeans and a light blue button up.
I wonder how it will be to go with Helga to the club since we are… dating. Won't guys try to hit on her and buy her drinks? At least that's the perception of how a club really is. I don't know how I would feel if I saw another guy on her. We just started this and this is the first time I really thought about being with her romantically. Well it isn't the first time, but it is the first time that counts.
Finally, the time goes by and I am waiting outside of her building. My eyes widen as I see her in a short dress. And it's tight. And strapless. And black. I try to dart my eyes to the floor but they quickly go back to her face. Her smile brightens and I take her hand.
"You look great," I compliment and try my best not to stare at her.
"So do you," she laughs. "It's only two blocks from here and I thought it was best to walk in case we drink too much and no one needs a DUI," she says and tightens her grip on my hand.
She is humming a song and I look over and see her smile that radiates a glow off her body with her crème skin and light hair that is curly now. I don't know how girls can have so many different appearances but I think I like that.
"What song is that?" I ask.
"A country song," she says and continues to hum.
"Country? I didn't know you liked that."
"Yeah well when you live with hundreds of redneck Americans for four years, it grows on you," she says and I laugh.
We arrive and there are a lot more people than I thought there would be on a Thursday night. I would have thought it would be most popular on Friday but I guess any night is good for people.
We show our IDs and I am already swarmed by the heat of dancing bodies as we enter the vicinity. Helga leads me to the corner of the bar and orders drinks which I am thankful for because I have never been much of a drinker myself so I don't know the specific brands and what's good and what isn't.
The bar tender hands us two shot glasses fills them with a red liquor, probably Fireball. She downs it and I follow her suit. Oh god, the burning in my throat reminds me that I haven't drank in forever.
She turns around and looks out in the crowd. There is a band playing but it is hard to tell who or what they are playing since it is so loud and the lighting is minimal.
One of the band members, which looks like the lead singer, grabs the microphone and speaks.
"What's up everyone. I'm Sid, and we are Trigger Youth!" he says and everyone cheers them on.
Helga and I look at each other in the same moment and both break out into laughter.
"Is that really Sid?" I say and look at the other band members.
"Yeah, and Harold, and Curly, and Stinky," she says as she picks them out as well.
"I didn't know they were in a band. That's hilarious," I say and tell the bartender to give us another round.
"Wow," she smirks to herself but I heard her.
"Wow, what?" I question.
"Nothing," she laughs and takes another shot as I do.
Their music isn't terrible but it's not good and I laugh at the fact as I sit back on the barstool. I'm not a dancer either but I sure as hell would love to watch Helga. Well I would dance with her if I could, but I don't know how.
As if she could read my thoughts, her hips start moving as she stands in between my legs. I move one hand to her hip and then the other as she continues.
This is… different than anything I have ever experienced before and I like it.
"Keep going," I coax her.
"You sure?" she laughs.
"Fuck," I say as she goes slow and achingly.
She reaches up to thread her small fingers through my hair and puts her other hand on mine.
"You are so sexy right now," I say in her ear.
She just dances along to the song and I tighten my grip on her.
"Closer," I almost beg her. I like when Helga drinks.
She backs up closer into me and I know she can feel the effect she has on me as she smiles.
The song ends too quickly and she turns around to grab my hand and lift me off the barstool.
"Let's go dance," she says and laughs like she is a little girl.
"I don't know how to dance," I admit as we enter the sea of bodies.
"No one does," she says and puts her arms around my neck and dances on me. I try to keep up with her tempo. Soon we are in the same rhythm and this is truly something hot and mystical that is growing on me.
She turns around and I instinctively reach for her hips as she moves her ass against my crotch. The lighting, the music, the number of people around us all makes this feel like a dream and makes me intoxicated. It's not even the two shots, it's everything. It's this club, this band, this girl. Holy shit I am above the clouds.
I grab her hands that are in the air and lace my fingers through hers and dip my head to lightly nip at her neck. She rolls her head back on my shoulder and I take this opportunity to stare at her chest and the way they move when she does.
We dance for what seems like hours before we both stumble out of the crowd of sweating people. I don't think I have laughed this hard in my life, but she makes me feel a way I haven't before. Is this what they say love is? Oh god, we have been seeing each other for four days and I am already thinking about love.
"That was so fun!" she giggles as we leave the club and I embrace the cold air that makes me feel so much better after all of that dancing.
"It was," I say and grab her hand as she stumbles around the sidewalk.
"You… are a great dancer," she says and laughs more. I know we aren't drunk from the liquor but it is from everything, from life.
"I learned from you, baby," I say and kiss her temple.
Her smile shows me that she likes my name for her and we laugh at almost everything on the way home.
"Come inside," she says and gives me her best flirtatious smile as we stand outside her building.
Before I respond, she grabs my collar and brings me in to kiss her. I move my arms around her waist and kiss her back.
She unlocks our lips and I am nodding my head yes. Power is corrupt, so I am giving her all of my absolute power to corrupt me absolutely.
