Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Strangers like me"

In the last chapter: Given that Arnold had never had a sip of alcohol before, it was no surprise that he woke up to a hangover the morning after New Year's eve. Helga may have been gleeful, but she also promised to take care of Arnold who was also hungover with guilt after having caught himself wishing to be with Helga more than wishing to go home.

Gerald called Helga's phone and she gave it to Arnold who was told to flirt with Helga as much as he could. After the first failed attempt, Arnold tried again only for Helga to tell him that she already liked him. Despite telling him that she feared the day he was going to leave, they finally came to an understand of each other's feelings.

Author's 1st note: THE BITCH IS BACK! Ha-ha, just kidding, but seriously though, did you miss me? xD I don't think I've ever felt this accomplished from finishing a chapter in a story than I feel now because the hiatus just lasted way too long, almost 2 months! During that time, a lot of you have given me really encouraging words and messages, telling me to take my time to get back on track. I have to say though that like 2% of those messages only served to hurt me… I don't want to go into detail, because I don't want to call out on anyone and we really are talking like a few messages, but telling me stuff like: "Please finish this, I'm crying!" or "I was depressed until I read your stories so please don't stop!" really is NOT a good way to encourage any writer to continue… I know the people writing this didn't mean any harm, but it felt like someone's well-being was put on my shoulders and that's a scary thing to be told, so please, don't write something like that. It'll only scare me off.

Ok, but to be real here: I don't know whether this means that my author's block is gone or not, I really can't say until I sit down and try to write the next chapter, but I have a pretty good feeling right now! I'm still stressed, still feel like I have too much shit to do all the time and I'm still sick the only way I know how to be sick it seems, but I feel pumped after finishing this chapter and I hope that will continue.

WARNING! VERY descriptive lime ahead! xD

[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]

Chapter 11: "A little too excitedly"

Arnold couldn't remember the last time he and Helga had watched a movie though he had watched plenty at this point. He still remembered the first time he had ever watched a movie and the way he had panicked at the people inside the small box. Soon, he fell in love with movies though and got completely immersed into the world of acting and storytelling. Helga had shown him all kinds of movies, all from comedies to horrors to fantasy and cartoons. He couldn't say which genre he preferred because he loved all of them. There was a certain charm to each genre though there was a genre he had yet to watch; romance. He knew it existed, Helga just hadn't shown him a movie yet that was categorized as that. He wasn't sure why, but he knew he wanted to try and watch one with her.

As the credits rolled, Helga stretched her arms. "I think I'll go and make us some popcorn. You want to pick a new movie, Football Head?" she asked as she got up from the couch.

"Sure." Arnold replied and jumped down on the floor, looking through the movie titles while Helga went into the kitchen.

Arnold knew what he wanted; a romance movie. All he had to go by though where the covers and titles and sometimes those could be deceiving, he had realized though most of them gave an idea what the movie would be like though. He finally found one with a cover of a blonde woman wearing a red dress while holding the tie of a man who was wearing a goofy smile on her face. Somehow, Arnold couldn't help but see a bit of himself and Helga in that couple. She definitely had him where she wanted him and he copied the smile of the man on the cover.

"Found one?" Helga asked as she reappeared in the living room, carrying a bowl of popcorn. Arnold showed her the cover. "Oh, that's the one Sid gave me some years ago. Never got around to watch it."

"How come?"

"Because Sid gave it to me." Helga joked and sat back down on the couch. "But one time has to be the first."

Arnold put the DVD in the machine and went back to sit next to Helga. He grabbed some popcorn, but lost his grip on them when some heavy music came from the speakers. Helga giggled at his reaction even though she had been just as surprised. A scene taking place at a nightclub started and Helga snuggled back into the couch. Arnold recognized the blonde girl from the cover dancing at the club. A guy was watching her with a smirk on his face, and it was the guy from the cover. The blonde girl caught his eyes, licked her lips and winked at him. Somehow, because she looked so much like Helga, Arnold found himself feeling nervous. It hadn't helped that the girl had looked directly into the camera while winking. The blonde girl gave the guy a knowing look and then walked away from the dancefloor. The guy put down the class of scotch he had been sipping on and proceeded to following her.

The next scene took place out on the street, the girl's heels clinking on the wet asphalt while the guy was following her. When she turned a corner and disappeared, he followed her only to be grabbed by her. She pulled him into a searing kiss and that was when Arnold felt his cheeks heat up. Part of him wanted to see Helga's reaction, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene.

"Fuck me," the blonde girl demanded in a husky voice.

There's that word again, Arnold thought and felt his legs moving uncomfortably.

A close-up of the guy's hand on the girl's leg appeared and he pulled down the black panties underneath the red dress. He then proceeded to lift her up, using the wall behind her as leverage. Just as the girl gasped, the screen went black and everything disappeared. Arnold shook his head in confusion, coming back from a trance-like state and looked at Helga who had just gotten off couch.

"Helga?' Arnold asked in confusion, but the girl simply grabbed the bowl of popcorn and walked towards the kitchen.

"I-I just realized I forgot to salt these." Helga explained briefly before disappearing.

Arnold blinked in confusion and licked his lips. There was plenty of salt on those… He thought and looked towards the TV, confirming that she hadn't paused the movie, but turned the TV off completely. The scene they had been watching just before flashed through his mind and he frowned. He got up from the couch and followed Helga into the kitchen. "Why did you stop the movie?"

"I just miss-clicked, I meant to pause it."

"Then… can I start it again?" Arnold asked though he already had a feeling she wouldn't say yes.

Helga sighed and looked at the blonde boy over her shoulder. "I don't think it's a good idea that we watch that kind of movie, Arnold." she said. "I just realized why I never watched the movie… Sid told me what it was about and… I just don't think it's a good idea, ok?"

"Why? What were they about to do?" Arnold asked in slight confusion. He knew what the kissing was and what it made him feel when he did it, but that F-word still puzzled him. What did it mean to do that to someone and what did kissing have to do with it? And was that, whatever it meant, what he wanted to do with Helga since he loved kissing her so much? Was that the next stage after kissing? Fucking?

Helga turned around, staring at Arnold with wild eyes. "You don't… know?" she asked. Arnold shook his head. "How can you… How can you not know?"

Arnold frowned. "I don't know what fucking means, Helga! Only that Gerald said it was something you'd probably teach me about soon."

Helga flushed bright red and sighed as she smacked her entire face. "Gerald needs to keep his mouth shut." She muttered to herself. She let her hand run through her hair and took a couple of deep breaths. It made Arnold impatient.

"What is the big secret?" he asked. "Everyone seems to know what it is, but no one will tell me."

"It's not… I mean, at our age you usually don't have to… tell people what it is so—"

"I get that there's a lot of things that I don't know, but it's never been a problem until now! You've always taught me, Helga, why is this so different?!" Arnold asked in frustration. This feeling inside of him that had been growing and growing since meeting Helga was starting to tear him apart because he didn't understand it. What made it more frustrating was that everyone else seemed to understand it except him. How could they know what he felt when he himself didn't?

"It just is, ok?!" Helga shouted and seemed to want to say something more, but changed her mind and looked away.

Arnold growled to himself, contemplating what to do, but his body was working faster than his brain. "If you won't tell me, I'll just find out myself!" he declared and went back to the living room.

"You-You're kidding…" Helga muttered to herself, but heard the TV turn back on.

The blonde girl walked back and forth in the kitchen as she heard the sounds from inside the living room before she finally walked back in there. She stayed in the doorframe though with perfect view of the TV, the couch and Arnold standing leaned over the couch rather than having sat back down. He still had the remote in his hand while staring at the TV. Helga couldn't see his face as the couple on the TV were doing what they were doing, but she had a feeling his expression was a mixture of curiosity and shock. When the scene was over and the title of the movie came onto the screen, Arnold turned the TV off again. He was quiet for a bit, but then turned his head to look at Helga, his face completely flushed like an overactive child.

"What… was that?"

Helga made a small smile at Arnold's innocent question. "That was sex… or, as you've learned to call it, fucking." She explained.

Arnold blinked, recognizing the word. "I thought Gerald was talking about the number at first…" he confessed and let the remote slip from his hand and let it fall down the couch. "He said… H-He said I was looking at you like I wanted to… fuck you brains out."

Helga felt her heart punching her chest once before a series of small pumps overtook it. She looked away, hiding her red face behind the blonde locks. "W-Well… I kinda knew that already. Sorta. I mean… Arnold, you're very honest. I can see it myself even without you telling me." she said and felt an embarrassed smile spread on her face. It was a little unfair really; Arnold couldn't see those things himself after all.

"How come I'm so see-through?" Arnold asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

Helga gave a low chuckle and walked towards him. "Because in this modern world we live in, people are taught how to hide what they feel." she explained and hugged him from behind. "You, on the other hand, were never taught that."

"How come people hide what they feel?" Arnold asked, ignoring the feeling of Helga's breasts pressed against his back. He had put on a t-shirt earlier before they started watching movies, but he could still feel every inch of her.

Helga shrugged. "I think it's just… something that comes naturally. It's a little scary to think that everyone knows what you feel all the time."

Arnold's mouth became two thin lips. "It's kinda unfair…" he mumbled and looked at her over his shoulder. "I never know what you're thinking."

Helga gave Arnold a calm, curious look. "You want to know what I'm thinking that badly?" she asked in a low voice akin to a whisper; it sent shivers down the boy's spine. He nodded slowly and she made a low hum. "Right now… I'm thinking that you're probably right."

"A-About… what?" Arnold asked with a gulp in his voice. Helga seemed to have leaned closer and closer to him as they had spoken and she was mere inches away from his face at this point.

"About it being unfair… that everyone knows about something you don't."

Arnold wasn't sure if it was the feeling of Helga's body against his own, the sound of her breathing, the sight of her face so close or all of it mixed together, but his heart was speeding up and he was panting more now than he ever had during his runs through the jungle. "Then… you will tell me?"

"No,"—Helga moved her hands down Arnold's arms until they reached his fingers—"I'll show you."

Any questions Arnold might have had left were forgotten when Helga's lips met his once again. He closed his eyes, pressing his mouth against hers with all of his might. Her hands stayed atop his and he could feel her fingers tangling with his. He wanted to turn around to face her properly, but she didn't move an inch. He wondered if she was keeping him there on purpose or if she hadn't noticed him trying to turn around so he tried again.

"Don't." Helga warned, put her hand on his head and turned his face away from hers. "I might lose my nerve if you look at me."

"But… can we do this without facing each other?" Arnold asked in a pathetically husky voice. Frankly, he wouldn't mind not facing Helga right then; he had a feeling he'd be incredibly embarrassed during this and leaving it all to her sounded very tempting.

"This we can do…" Helga explained and bit on Arnold's earlobe, causing the inexperienced boy to gasp loudly in surprise. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

"Huh? W-What do you mean?" Arnold stuttered.

"I mean… here." Helga specified and put her hands on the place where his thighs connected to his hips. He jerked at the feeling of her fingers so close to the source of this intense sensation inside him. He shook his head, wondering why he'd want to touch that in particular. "Hm, no wonder you act like a maiden from the 1800 century then."

Arnold wanted to ask what that meant, but Helga's fingers suddenly scratched his inner thigh and he made do with gasping her name instead. "W-What am I supposed to do?"

"Nothing. Only, tell me if you change your mind or if I'm… scaring you or something." Helga said.

Scaring me? Arnold thought. He was feeling many things, but fear wasn't one of them. Curiosity, nervousness and this tingling sensation, yes, but not fear. He couldn't be afraid of Helga no matter how he thought about it.

The blonde wasn't sure how someone like Arnold would react to a thing as foreign as this. It was hard to imagine a 16-year-old boy that had never masturbated, but she assumed it was due to his upbringing. Frankly, she wondered if he ever had the time or energy to figure out what hitting puberty meant. And part of her was pissed at his parents for not clearing those things up for him, but if he himself had never asked, perhaps they had figured he wasn't interested in talking about it? Or maybe his parents were those awkward kind of people who were uncomfortable talking about it? Then again, maybe growing up in the jungle was just way more different than growing up in a big city.

While continuing to massage Arnold's thighs over his boxers, Helga started kissing him wherever she could reach; cheek, ear, throat, neck and shoulder. Each little peck sent a rush of excitement through Arnold and he could feel the reaction going straight to where Helga had asked whether he had touched or not. Now he wondered if that meant she was going to touch that place at some point, especially since her hands kept roaming around it. He shoved the thought away, it was too unimaginable, and succumbed to what his body was feeling rather than what his brain was thinking.

Helga could feel herself becoming braver from the way Arnold was reacting to her touches and kisses. She grabbed at the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He helped as much as he could, but his hands were thrown back on the back of the couch now with his t-shirt wrapped around his wrists. The cold air hit his skin, but hot hands warmed it up. They ran over his arms and to his hips and to his chest. He felt his entire body jerk when her fingers ghosted over his nipples on their way to his stomach. They stopped though, almost as if their owner was surprised at his reaction, and went back to his nipples, touching them more deliberately. The boy whimpered at the strange feeling and wiggled in her grasp.

Interesting reaction, Helga thought. She had assumed it was only girls who would have that kind of response, but she wasn't going to question it.

Her mouth kissed his neck and made a trail of kisses down his spine until she reached his hips and she got back up on her feet again. She then kissed the nape of his neck before letting her hands continue their journey to his hips. She massaged the hips for a moment, trying to warn him what she was about to do, but he still gasped when her fingers slithered inside the waistband.

"You ok?" Helga whispered, but that only served to tickle Arnold. He nodded though he wasn't sure if he was being honest or not.

Helga's fingers continued to massage and scratch Arnold's thighs inside his boxer shorts. Part of him wanted to tell her to move on already and the other wanted to push her away and run into the bedroom and hide in there for the rest of his life. He was embarrassed that his body was acting beyond his brain and he had no control over anything. He could feel his legs shaking, but he kept standing nevertheless.

Helga decided that she couldn't postpone it any longer and let her fingers touch the hardened flesh. Arnold made a very small flinch and winced again when she moved her fingers. Her fingers circled the sensitive head and its owner was shivering in apprehension and delight. She moved around slowly, barely touching him, trying to make him relax. What she didn't know was that she was being more torturous than gentle to the poor boy in her embrace and he was too affected to tell her that.

To Arnold's luck, Helga was an impatient and curious girl so she soon moved all of her fingers around him and tightened her grip. He gasped at the warmth surrounding him and bit on his lower lip to hold his moans back. It was extremely weird to hear yourself make sounds like that and to Arnold, it was even worse because it was his first time hearing himself like that. His dull fingernails dug desperately into the cushion of the couch as Helga kept working him. Her hands were moving up and down in slow, languid motions, occasionally tightening her grip. Then one of her hands surged down further and Arnold choked on the air.

"H-Helga, th-that feels weird!" the boy complained, his hips starting to move against her hand on their own.

"Does it feel bad?" Helga questioned, loosening her grip, but continued pumping and massaging.

Arnold thought about his answer for a bit. "N… N-No…" he finally admitted. "It just feels… weird."

'Then excuse me while I continue." Helga said hurriedly before biting down on Arnold's shoulder, eliciting a gasp from him.

"H-Helga…" Arnold moaned and recoiled when her nails scraped delicately on the underside. Shit! He thought and he didn't care. He had never understood why anyone would need to use swears, but now he did. There was simply no other word befitting the situation or what he was feeling other than a swear.

"Arnold…" Helga whispered and he noticed how rough her voice sounded. "Can I take it a step further?"

Arnold wanted to ask what a step further was because he already felt on the edge of something he didn't know what was, but he felt his head nod on its own account. He wanted to let her do whatever she wanted as long as it wasn't stopping. He hadn't expected her to turn him around though, having him lean against the couch while facing her. He was met with a brutal kiss, her hand never stopping its movement. Their kisses had been passionate before and this was downright sloppy, but none of them could care any less.

Helga pulled Arnold's t-shirt off his wrists when she realized it was still hanging there. As soon as his hands were free, Arnold put them back on the couch because he had a feeling he couldn't stand on his own once she took this a step further. He could feel his boxers slipping down to his ankles and the cold air hit him harder than he thought, but her hands kept him warm. He felt nervous again, knowing full well that if she wasn't kissing him, she could see everything. When she stopped kissing him, he gulped nervously, having only a slight clue what was to come.

Helga pecked Arnold's lips once before making a trail down his chest. She let out her tongue and he jerked against her mouth as she went down on her knees. The feeling of her warm, soft and yet rough tongue on his skin was a completely new sensation and Arnold felt himself struggle to keep upright. She kissed his hipbone gently and he had to force himself to stay still. What she did was as ticklish as it was arousing. She put her hands on his thighs to keep him still and he was grateful for that, but it didn't stop his shivering.

"Arnold, relax." Helga ordered gently before kissing him below his belly button.

"Ea-Easy for you to say…" Arnold whimpered pathetically and shut his eyes tightly. The sight of her on her knees in front of him was too much to handle.

Helga dared looking at what was in front of her, something she had only seen on the occasional picture or porn. She stared at it in slight shock. It didn't look weird in any way, but she was extremely tempted to make a dirty joke about how it was true that everything truly did grow larger in the jungle. This wasn't the time for jokes though, she knew Arnold wouldn't appreciate it despite the compliment, so she put her hands on it once again. Now that she could see what she was doing, she felt some shyness return to her, but she shoved it away. She thought about all the things she had wondered, questions she had about this part of sex and sighed mentally when she realized that she couldn't exactly ask her partner about these things. But that also meant that she got to experiment on a different level other girls didn't because the boy she was doing this to was completely inexperienced himself.

Feeling renewed energy, Helga stuck out her tongue and licked the tip tentatively. Arnold made the loudest gasp she had heard so far and when she looked up, he was holding his own mouth in embarrassment. She wanted to chuckle because he was just too cute to handle, but instead she felt her sadistic side take over, so she repeated the action. He gasped again, but mostly his entire body jerked as if struggling between moving into her touch or holding back.

Helga had been feeling cocky until she noticed a trail of something white leak. Shit, she thought and did something that was purely instinctive; she stuck out her tongue and licked it up. She had to hold back a grimace at the sour taste, but it wasn't as bad as she had feared. She knew it was far from over though and went back to kissing along the shaft and finally on the tip. Hearing Arnold's moans and even whimpers did something to her that didn't really surprise her; she felt powerful. The fact that she could make him putty in her hands was empowering in every way.

Helga tangled her fingers with Arnold's on the couch and held onto them. He instantly tightened his grip on her fingers and she knew her instinct had been right. It was a little difficult without hands, but Helga managed to get her mouth around the enlarged flesh and successfully envelop it. Arnold made a prolonged gasp as she moved her mouth down as far as she could go. She opened her eyes, noticing she hadn't reached the end and felt her competitive spirit strike. She pulled back a bit, but never let go and tried again, fighting against the urge to gag. It took her a couple of tries, but she finally reached the end of it and felt more victorious than what was appropriate. In her triumph, she continued her bopping at a quicker pace.

"H-Helga! Wait!" Arnold pleaded and tried shaking her hands to bring her out of whatever trance she had gotten herself into.

Helga seemed to have lost her sense of hearing because she wasn't listening to him at all. He had been calling her name ever since he had entered her mouth. He wanted to warn her that something was happening with him, something he desperately wanted to either hold back or at least know what was before it happened. It was an overpowering feeling and he wanted to avoid it as much as he wanted to welcome it. He dug his nails into her hands and shook them desperately and she finally seemed to slow down enough to look up at him. The sight was enticing, but Arnold forced himself to calm down.

"S-Something's wrong." He said, his body shivering from the feeling. Helga seemed to be shooting him a questioning glance, silently asking him to explain. "I-I feel like… like, I, uh…"

Helga realized what Arnold was talking about even though he himself didn't. She gave an attempted smile at him, tightened her grip on his hands and continued what she had been doing until he had interrupted her. A sentence he had tried to speak turned into a choke when the feeling overpowered him again. He made a gurgled, incomprehensible warning before his body shook to its core. Helga cringed at the strange feeling inside her mouth, but kept still as Arnold hit his very first orgasm. When he seemed to have calmed down, she pulled away carefully, swallowing as she did so.

Well, it ain't sweet… Helga thought and looked up at Arnold who looked like a tired, but satisfied child. She pulled his boxers back up and got up from the floor, feeling her knees ache, but she ignored it. She grabbed his t-shirt and put it back on him, thinking he would feel cold in the wake of his orgasm. She pulled it over him and got little to no help from him.

"You need to sit down?" Helga asked gently and got a nod from the satiated boy in return. She couldn't help but smirk at how contented he looked as she helped him sit down on the couch. She sat down with him, letting him rest his head on her lap as he fell down. She caressed his hair for a bit, wondering if this counted as after sex cuddling.

Arnold finally opened his eyes and looked up at the blonde goddess above him. He gave a tired smile. "What… happened… by the end?"

"You just experienced your first orgasm." Helga explained, leaned down and nuzzled her nose against his.

"A what?"

"Orgasm. That's what you call that thing that happens when you feel what you did by the end."

"It was amazing!" Arnold bellowed and Helga couldn't help but snicker.

"You seemed totally freaked out though."

"Yeah! I mean… for a second, I thought I was going to pass out and I didn't understand what it was…"

"Well, I can tell you that if that hadn't happened, I would have been very unhappy."

Arnold smiled breathlessly. "Can I… Can I make you feel that way too?" he asked with a sort of innocent hope in his voice.

Helga jerked at the question, feeling her heart speed up. She scratched her head innocently. "W-Well… I guess, technically…" she answered. "B-But I'm not built the same you are so…"

Arnold looked away in thought for a moment. "I know that…" he said before grinning a bit. "But still, I'd like to make you to feel the same."

Helga felt her cheeks flush, but a sort of serene smile spread on her face. "Sure… but not now. I think we're both a little emotionally exhausted." She said despite feeling tempted to say the opposite.

"So, I can some other time?"

"You asked that a little too excitedly!" Helga scolded and smacked Arnold gently on the head.

"Sorry,"—Arnold rubbed his head while wearing a goofy smile—"it just excites me that I might be able to make you feel that way too."

"Arnold… not to burst your bubble, but you just had your first orgasm… I had my first a long time ago."

Arnold's world seemed to shatter a little bit. "Oh… Oh, you mean you've done this before?"

"Done this…? What? No!" Helga bellowed and couldn't help but laugh. "No, not at all, this was my first time doing anything like that."

"Then what—"

"Remember when I asked you if you had touched yourself before? I've done that so I've already had plenty of orgasms."

"Oh…" Arnold hummed in understanding and felt his cheeks flush. "So you've… touched yourself like that…"

Arnold didn't have a clear understand of how girls masturbated, but the thought still flickered in his mind and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed while imagining it. He soon felt Helga's glare on him and he grinned innocently. She rolled her eyes, clearly knowing full well what he had been thinking about. Not that she blamed him of course.

Arnold frowned. "I'm probably going to need more help than you." He observed.

"I had no idea what I was doing, Football Head." Helga half-lied. She did know more about such things than Arnold did after all, but it wasn't like she had tried it before.

"It didn't feel like it."

"That's only because you've never tried it before." Helga insisted and kissed him sweetly. "You'll do fine."

Arnold smiled at Helga, feeling more peaceful than he had in a long time. He wasn't sure if it was because of the earth-shattering orgasm or if he just felt at peace with her, but he felt himself slipping into a nap. His former worries seemed to have disappeared and excitement and love had overshadowed them.

Author's 2nd note: Told you it was a descriptive lime scene… I don't think I've ever focused so much on a hand and blowjob EVER xD I hope I haven't lost my sense for smut during my hiatus… Also, I wasn't sure how to go about Arnold's feelings towards the whole thing. I wanted to keep him very innocent, given the fact that he has no idea what's going on with his body, but I also didn't want him to sound like a baby so it was hard finding that balance I think. I can only hope I succeeded xD

Also, the movie Arnold and Helga are watching is fictional. I considered finding a movie with a sexual scene in the beginning, but I was too lazy to sit down and legitimately try and find one xD