NIGHT DRIVE by King Cheetah

Wouldn't you know it, none of these characters are mine, but thanks to Craig Bartlett for letting us play with them.
Rated R for adult situations and language. Lemme know whatcha think!

3 Stupid For You

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You know all that crap you hear about the difference between "having sex" and "making love"?

Well it's true... ALL of it.

Arnold and I made love for hours in his motel room, stopping only for two bathroom breaks and a quick call to lie to my parents.

"A Flying Sauser?" growled Big Bob. "Well keep your eyes open, you just never know. And if the TV News shows up, make sure they get a shot at the Beeper King t-shirt, I paid good money for those. What? Ah, alright. Your mother wants you to pick up some Tabasco. Eh, okay, don't stay out too late."

Lying in Arnold's arms, I glanced over at the clock. 1:07 AM.
Hmmmm... I really needed to get home. As the favored Pataki spawn I was given a certain amount of freedom, but only to a point. No amount of perfect grades would smooth over spending the night with Arnold. Oh God, how I wanted to! We never actually managed to make it under the sheets, but the thought of spooning with Arnold, his smooth, easy breathing lulling me to sleep.

"I need to get home" I sighed.

Hugging me closer, he growled "No slave, I forbid it."

Giggling, I rolled him on top of me again, then just looked into his delicious green eyes, "What happens now?" I sighed

He looked confused "Well, pretty much more of the same as up to now, unless you want to try that one thing I read about..." I couldn't help but guffaw.

"No, you loon... what about... us? What about the two of us?" and I ran a lazy finger along his cheeck.

Oops, got the sad face again.

He sighed and began to get up, "I don't have to head home til Sunday. LATE Sunday" He smiled.

I mulled over the possibilities. He only lived an hour and a half down the coast. Graduation was in two months, so the possible summer options loomed large. This was looking better and better.

Slowly, languidly, we got cleaned up and dressed. I opted against a shower. Coming home sweaty and smelly would be expected; coming home clean would only... raise questions. Big Bob knows me all TOO well.

I stood before the bathroom mirror brushing out my hair when Arnold walked up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. Pulling me back against his body, I could feel his heartbeat. Head on my shoulder, he admired our shared reflection. "Not bad. Handsome couple if I do say so myself." I slowly placed my hand on his cheek and closed my eyes.

Savor this moment girl, it's gotta last you a few months.

Tightening his grip, Arnold whispered in my ear "I love you, Helga..."

As my vision began to clear, I saw a frantic Arnold looking down at me.

"Are you alright?" He was almost beside himself. I tried to clear my head, with little success, and what was this ringing in my ears?

"W-what happened?" I asked.

Appearantly I'd passed out. The four words I so desperatly wanted to hear as a girl, had kicked the legs out from under me. I smiled weakly, and struggled to my feet. "Let's get going..."

Reluctantly, I awoke at noon, on Saturday morning.

I awoke from dreams of him and us and me without him. Owie! And I awoke to a not all together unpleasant soreness. Squeezing my legs together and I relived every moment of the previous evening. Arnold and I'd arranged to meet for dinner at 6, so I had the afternoon to play catch-up with what Phoebe, Sheena and whatever I'd had planned for the day. I reached for my Palm Pilot just as the phone rang.

"H'lo, Helga Pataki here." I heard muffled voices and giggling on the line, then finally "Say-hey naughty-girl! When'd you get in?" Sheena, no doubt Phoebe in the background.

"I was in bed by 10:00 PM" I smiled.

"No..." countered Sheena, "When'd you get home?"

"Oh, why didn't you say so. 2:00 AM." I said as squeels of delight erupted on the other end of the phone. Todays schedule flashed on the little screen.

Ah yes, the Charity Carwash.

The chant of "Details, Details, Details..." issued from the receiver.

"Okay ladies, we got Mr. Simmon's carwash deal today. Dress to kill and get over here." Three deep breaths and I was ready to face the day.

Well, not really. Everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING reminded me of Arnold. Showering took WAY longer than it should have (no complaints, I'm just sayin'...), and I'd just pulled on my "daisey dukes" when I heard Sheena and Phoebe taking the stairs two at a time. Barrackading the door, they stood grinning, waiting for me to explain.

When I'd said 'dress to kill' I was afraid Phoebe might actually show up dressed as a ninja again, but her choice of outfit was quite cute. Her black tubetop and bike pants showed off her figure to good effect, while Sheena followed my lead with cutoff shorts and the smallest bikini top allowable under state law.

They looked expectantly at me.

I shruged "Sorry, he made me sign a non-disclosure aggreement."

We were about an hour into the carwash when Arnold showed up. Mr. Simmons had to lay down for a while upon seeing Sheena's... outfit, so we set about our usual routine. A rotating schedule of washing, sign waving and dancing in the parking lot kept us busy without the tedium of any one task.

Just as we were about to start our Bananarama dance routine, I caught sight of a now familiar emerald green Mustang. Eugene filled in for me in the dance line and I sauntered over to Arnold's car. Leaning into the driverside window I got the smile I'd been wanting since I woke up, "The restraining order said 50 yards away. Don't make me call a cop." I laughed.

He flipped off his aviator shades and cooly asked "Now, do you just dance for free or do I have to slip dollars into your shorts?"

Smiling slyly, I stepped back and began grinding my pelvis seductively at him.

"Oh my word, Helga what are you doing!" I spun around in time to see Mr. Simmons approaching, appearantly having recovered from "Sheena-shock". Wide eyed, I stammered "Gah, M-Mr. Simmons! You're back. eh-heh. Y-you remember Arnold! eh-heh..."

"Oh my... Arnold is that really you! It's so good to see one of my star pupils again!" He beamed. Taking the hint, Arnold engaged our old teacher in a long recap of his high school years down south.

Their reveries gave me the much needed opportunity to slink back to the tasks at hand. "Okay people..." I grab bucket and brush, "Let's get cleaning!"

The carwash lasted an agonizing three more hours, but Arnold parked off to one side and waited for me. After about an hour, he joined us in all tasks, much to the delight of Mr. Simmons.

Afterwards, he gave me a neckrub as the jubilant teacher congratulated everyone on a record amount raised to build our schools parade float. After much loligagging, Sheena and Phoebe wandered our way.

"So, what shall we do now, Helga" asked Phoebe casually as if I weren't being tended to by the greatest guy in all of creation.

Before I could organise my thoughts to answer, Arnold said "Well, Helga and I were planning on dinner at six, would you two like to join us?"

My eyes shot open with the force needed to split an atom, but before I could attempt a spinjob, my two "friends" gleefully accepted.

They scampered off with the promise meeting us at chez Pataki at five thirty, as I turned around to face Arnold. Catching my expression, he said "What?"

All I can say is you're lucky I don't know how to raise the dead or I'd kill you. -
Next time- Phoebe Heyerdahl vs. Trojan Man!