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

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Blackmail toy"

In the last chapter of "Blackmail toy": Helga brought, unknowingly, a glass of alcohol with a certain pill in it to Arnold at her party. When he practically ran away from her a half hour later, Aaron pulled her aside to admit to her that he had, by accident, slipped Arnold a Viagra pill.

To Helga's terror, embarrassment and – in a way – gleefulness, Aaron suggested that she had to 'help' Arnold with his current problem… since it was indirectly her fault, and a hostess should always take care of her guests.

Gulping a whole drink down before meeting Arnold up in her room, she pep talked herself into going through with this very interesting turn of events. Ironically, she had felt earlier that day that something like this would happen… albeit not like this.

It didn't take much for Arnold to start liking this idea of Helga 'helping' him, since – well – what boy in love wouldn't like a chance like this? After asking her a couple of times if she was 100 % sure that she wanted to do this out of her own free will, she finally just straddled him and told him, with the very true words, that Helga Pataki didn't suggest things she wasn't comfortable with.

Author's 1st note: Warning! Sexual stuff! Oh, shugs, now I gave it away… xD HA! As if you hadn't seen it coming :P (Yeah, yeah, bad pun, I admit it :3)

Chapter 31: "Remind me to tell you something when you're sober"

Ok, Helga, old girl, you can do this… Hell, you've practically been studying for it ever since finding out about sex! You bought a Kama Sutra book and everything! What did that thing say anyway…? Um… Criminy, I can't remember shit! What was the point in buying that stupid thing if you can't even remember anything, you stupid… Ugh, ok, don't panic. It can't be that difficult, right? I mean, it's not exactly rocket science. It's a dick; how hard can it be?

Helga had been about to move her hand towards Arnold's hips, until her last words repeated themselves in her head. Really…? Whoa, that's really classy, brain, thank you very much for that. Focus! Just… instincts! Yeah, instincts. Millions of girls have done it before me and succeeded, and I'm not an idiot… No, wait, I am, I can't even remember one bloody tip from a Kama Sutra book! How am I gonna pass my exams with a brain like that?

"Uh, Helga…? Are you all right?" Arnold asked gently, having been observing her frequently changing facial expressions for the last minute. Her eyes went wide open and, in a way out of panic, her hand simply went straight to his member and cupped it.

Arnold gasped in shock at the feeling of Helga's hand cupping him slightly roughly, though not uncomfortably. "Oh, sorry!" she exclaimed, already wanting to just pound herself into a pulp. She was about to move her hand from him, until he grabbed her wrist with something in his eyes, she couldn't quite describe. "Ah, no, don't!"

Helga and Arnold froze in this position, with him holding her wrist near his crotch. He felt like slapping himself. He had just exposed some very embarrassing lusts within him, and he slowly let go of her with embarrassment booming all over him in the form of a deep blush. "S-Sorry…" he muttered and looked away from her.

Helga felt like giggling, chuckling and just downright roll on the floor with laughter in happiness. "Ok. Sheesh. I won't let go then." She said with mock surrender. Arnold groaned and lifted his arms to cover his face with it in embarrassment. "Can we forget I did that?"

"Hell no!" Helga answered with a kindhearted chuckle. Arnold groaned again, though this time a small smile appeared on his lips, she noticed. She took a deep breath and then let her hand land on his hardened member again, this time more carefully. Her eyes went straight to look at his almost fully covered face, but she could see his mouth gasp inaudibly.

Now, that's no fun… I wanna hear you, Arnold. Helga thought with a bit of glee and then squeezed a little. That made Arnold gasp again, this time with a husky sound. She couldn't help but smile. If this is all it takes for you to feel like that… I wonder if you'll be able to handle much else?

With those encouraging thoughts, Helga decided to play this a little mean – she was Helga G. Pataki after all. She let her fingers stretch and then curl again into a fist around his manhood a couple of times, earning a series of obvious detained moans. Come on, don't be stubborn. She thought as she lifted her hand up towards his belt.

Helga felt Arnold flinch beneath her hand, but he didn't move away and neither did she. Biting her lower lip in a gleeful way, she let her fingers tap slowly down his zipper, doing her best to tease him a bit. It worked. He was already starting to feel frustrated. I should have known she'd do something like this. She's cruel. He thought just before she grabbed his balls tightly. Yes! Cruel! Cruel, cruel, cruel!

Helga had almost chuckled, when Arnold's hips had moved up towards her hand at her touch. All right, all right. I'm eager too, you know? She thought inside her head and let two of her fingers grab his zipper. She watched his face, as she slowly pulled it down, hoping for a positive reaction. As soon as the zipper went down, he gulped nervously, which she smiled at.

Helga dared to catch a glimpse down near Arnold's lower region, even if to just look at his boxers. They were black. In a way, she was relieved and in a way, she was disappointed. She hadn't expected there to be small bunnies or even tinier Arnold's hat lookalikes, but she had expected something. Oh, well. But… now what? Pull his pants down, yeah, but doesn't he have to stand up for me to do that?

Helga looked at Arnold's face, or rather his half-covered face. No way! I'm not gonna ask him to stand up in this situation! I just gotta… make sure I do this the right way. She looked towards his hips and looked at the belt. Good place to start. I saw this in a movie once. I wonder if I can pull it off? Like, literally.

Helga repositioned herself so that she was sitting on her knees next to Arnold, right next to his hips to be exact. She could feel him move his arms a bit, probably wondering what she was doing exactly, but she didn't let it bother her. She opened his belt without much trouble and then grabbed ahold of one of its ends.

Arnold frowned a bit at the motion. Wait, she doesn't think she can just pull it out like that, right? He managed to finish that one thought, before he felt the belt twirl around his hips. He lifted his waist up, giving it room and then, within few seconds, the belt was off.

Helga, with a victorious smile, lifted the belt up into her hands and stretched it. "Didn't think I could pull that off, did you?" she asked with a cocky grin. "Literally." Arnold added with a chuckle. I gotta admit. I didn't think she'd be this good at it. Not that I mind…

"Ok, uh… I might need help with this though." Helga admitted, feeling a little bit of her ego leave her, since it was an annoying thing to declare. Arnold looked down at his pants, realizing what she meant. With a shy cough, he grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled them down towards his thighs. As soon as they were down to that point, she instantly took over. By doing so, her face got very close to his and they caught a glimpse of each other's eyes again.

Helga almost leaned forward to kiss Arnold, but then shut her eyes tight and simply continued pulling his pants down. Taking a deep breath in and blowing it out again, she pulled his pants off and hauled off his shoes in the process. Just wanting to get this awkward part over with, she grabbed his black socks and threw them somewhere near the shoes. Somewhat.

Now what? Helga thought with a small frown. Besides the obvious, of course… She added and smiled up at Arnold. He smiled back, though his smile was much less sincere. He felt like fainting at this point, and he didn't really have it in him to pull at his cheeks muscles whatsoever.

Helga pulled herself onto the bed with determination. Following her lead, Arnold slid back as well, waiting for her to either give him instructions or simply… well, as he had assumed, she just pushed him back onto the bed again. She stayed lying next to him, as her hand moved towards his groin again.

Arnold closed his eyes, took a deep breath and waited for Helga to reach him. When she did, he gasped softly. She kept rubbing her hand against his member, trying to get a rhythm going. Which turned out to be easy, since the music downstairs was loud enough for her to simply follow that beat.

Hmm, when they say it gets hard, they mean really hard! I mean, I've felt it before, but not with my hands… Screw it! I can't wait! Sorry if I'm going too fast, Arnold. Helga thought eagerly, before lifting her hand and immediately sliding it under his boxers.

This time, Arnold gasped so loudly, that he automatically pulled his hand up to his mouth to cover it. "Sorry! Did I hurt you?" Helga asked in slight panic. Was I too rough? She wondered, but he shook his head sluggishly. "Ah, no… you just surprised me." He answered after removing his hand from his mouth.

Arnold dared to look up at Helga again, noticing the faint blush on her cheeks. It wasn't a surprise really, considering what they were doing, and yet it made his heart beat faster, though he had deemed it as impossible earlier.

"O-Ok." Helga simply said and pushed her hand into Arnold's boxers again. He shut his eyes tight, feeling his breath catch in his throat. Her hand was moving slowly and smoothly up and down against him, and despite it being such a simple thing then it was all it took for him almost to lose his mind. How can it be this different just because it's Helga?! Oh, God!

Even just by feeling it, I know it's way bigger than when we were 9 years old… Well, doi, but still. I wonder if his grandpa would keep calling him short man, if he knew the length of that part of him? Helga thought with a silent snicker. 'Short man' sure doesn't fit this part of him… Even with nothing to compare to, I'm pretty sure he's not average. I wouldn't care even if the nickname did suit every part of him though. He's my Arnold, even if he someday grows two heads taller than me or becomes a munchkin.

Helga smiled lovingly, before she slowly pulled her hand out of Arnold's boxers. "Helga…" he whimpered and opened his eyes to look at her with something that resembled puppy dog eyes. Oh, my God, you're adorable! She thought, but couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

"I'm just gonna pull your boxers down, Arnold, if you don't mind?" Helga asked mockingly with an eyebrow quirked. When Arnold realized what kind of face and what kind of voice he had just made, he lifted his hand to hide his face from her. "Just… ignore me, please? Can we forget I just did that?"

"No way; I'm not gonna let you forget anything from tonight." Helga answered sardonically and went to grab the hem of Arnold's boxers. She noticed him starting to smile. "As if I ever could." He added and laid his arm over his face.

Helga knew that technically that statement could be considered both bad and good, but she decided to hope for the latter. With a deep breath, she went to pull his boxers down. As she crawled a bit to pull them down, she eyed his member in the corner of her eyes. She almost fell forward from feeling her heart thump in her chest at the view. She managed to steady herself though and pulled the boxers down without much trouble. My God… if Arnold and I ever move in together, I think I'd force him to walk around naked all the time…

Helga threw the boxers carelessly onto the floor; she didn't really care where they went after all. Ok, this is it. Not more barriers between me and Arnold… or my hands and Arnold, so to speak. I can do this. She thought with determination and turned around to face him, though she made sure to look at his face out of respect. She figured anyone would be embarrassed enough as it was even without their partner staring at them.

Helga laid herself next to Arnold, making sure to stick to him as close as possible, hoping for a chance to feel him a little more. He didn't seem to mind, so she shifted just a little closer, letting her leg rub a little against his.

Arnold closed his eyes shyly, which Helga was actually thankful for. It felt at least a little less awkward having him not look at her. With yet another determined breath, she let her hand slide from his thigh to his manhood again and started stroking it.

Arnold gasped, but then bit on his lips to keep quiet. Helga frowned at that. Oh, no, you don't. She thought as her grip got tighter. He gasped again, this time followed by a series of moans. Oh, God… No… I need to keep quiet… He thought stubbornly and lifted his hand to cover his mouth again.

Helga rolled her eyes. Man, you're stubborn! Why are you being so shy? She thought in annoyance, but then her eyes went wide, as she realized what Arnold must have been thinking. She smiled overbearingly and let her mouth get as close to his ear as possible.

"They can't hear you, bucko. The music's too loud." Helga whispered and deliberately blew a little on Arnold's neck to tease him. He gasped at that intense feeling it gave him, and he removed his hand just a bit. He wasn't completely convinced, she noted, but his reluctance was falling.

Helga's eyes went towards Arnold's hand, and she figured out a way to keep him… well, not quiet. While her right hand never let go of his member for even a second, she moved her left arm above his head and grabbed his hand. He looked towards their hands, as she intertwined their fingers, making sure he couldn't pull his hand back. Since he had his right arm beneath her body, he couldn't move at all at this point.

"Helga! But, what if we're heard?" Arnold asked, while struggling with his breath. Helga simply giggled gleefully at him though. "We won't. You hear that?" she asked, before she grabbed his smaller head a little roughly. He gasped loudly in pleasure.

"See? The music's still louder than you, football head…" Helga pointed out in a whisper and looked at Arnold with a pair of half-lidded, seductive eyes. He felt anticipation build within him. It was obvious with the way she was looking at him, that she was planning some words that would blow his mind. "I'm the only one who can hear you…"

Arnold moaned loudly and arched his back against Helga's hand. "Oh, God!" he said with a panting voice, feeling himself getting closer at the second. How does she do that? How does she know what to say to make me go crazy? He wondered briefly, but instantly succumbed to the pleasure. He dared to look into her eyes once more though, before he shut his eyes tight again. Why do I feel like a succubus is in front of me?

"Though, you are on the right track, I guess…" Helga suddenly added with a thoughtful and mockingly innocent smile. Arnold opened his eyes again, confused by this statement. "I mean…" she continued. "If anyone started to notice that you and I have disappeared… who knows what they'll start thinking?"

Arnold felt like laughing and groan at the same time. This was so typical of Helga; to push him to his very limits. "So… what, you… want me to just give in already… so to speak?" he asked with a disbelieving smile, and yet he was mostly smiling out of pleasure.

Helga shrugged. "Anything that could make this go any faster, paste for brains?" she asked teasingly. Arnold didn't even need a second to think about it; his eyes answered that question for him. They went to look at her chest instantly.

Helga looked down, as if she didn't know what Arnold was looking at and then rolled her eyes. "Typical." She stated overbearingly, though she truly didn't mind his choice. He shook his head in embarrassment. "S-Sorry! I-I didn't mean to. My body moved on its - - "

"It's ok." Helga interrupted and stopped stroking Arnold to give him a chance to think or move or whatever he'd do. He looked at her in a mix of eagerness and wonder. "R… R-Really? I can?" he asked insecurely. Again: You're so cute! She thought with a smile and nodded reassuringly.

Then, it was almost as if something snapped in Arnold's body and his mind went blank. Before Helga could even react, he grabbed her wrists and turned both of them around, now having his legs between hers. "Arnold?!" she shrieked in shock, but it instantly fainted into a moan as his mouth went to kiss one of her breasts.

Helga's hips automatically bucked up against Arnold's, which, made him moan against her chest. She could feel his breath tickle her neck, as he kissed her collarbone, completely devouring her at this point. "Arnold!" she gasped again in pleasure and snuck her legs around his waist to pull him closer. She could feel him bend his knees to grind himself against her, and she loved it.

When Helga tried to wiggle her wrists out of Arnold's grip, only to touch him too, he lifted her arms high above her head. She looked at him in disbelief and that was when she noticed a slightly familiar smile on his face. Oh, God! It's that look… Dark Arnold! She thought just before he moved one of his hands to hold both of her wrists, while the other hand went to touch her breast.

Helga gasped again and arched her back to push her chest into Arnold's hand. His grip was firm as he was kneading her left breast. He moved his mouth to the right one and kissed it through the fabric.

"Just take it off already!" Helga exclaimed in frustration and bucked her hips up against Arnold's pelvis to seduce him into doing as she ordered. It was unnecessary, since he had already moved his hand to the hem of her tank top. He pulled it up roughly and lifted it just above her breasts to reveal her plaid bra.

As Arnold was just about to kiss Helga's almost bare chest, he stopped short when she panted his name out. In some weird way, that got him out of whatever trance he had been in. He felt his face blush intensely and he moved his face away from her chest. "S-Sorry… I didn't mean to go crazy." He explained shyly.

Helga panted for a couple of seconds, before she was capable of answering. "Y-Yeah! Geez, Arnoldo, what was with that? I told you to give in, not to take over!" she said with a smirk and then pulled her wrists out of his grip.

While pushing at Arnold's chest, Helga snuck her legs around his waist again. With a rough push, she managed to pull herself up as she pushed him up. He looked at her in pure amazement, when he felt her sitting on his lap. He couldn't believe his legs had automatically pulled themselves into a sitting position so quickly.

"What kinda girl trick is that?" Arnold asked with a crooked smile. "A Helga Pataki one." Helga answered with a proud smirk. They chuckled together for a second, feeling the tension fall and the anticipation rise.

Arnold had felt the feeling of having Helga sit on his lap before, but not with their fronts turned at each other's like this. He could feel her bare stomach against his, and it made him frown, since his upper body was still completely covered. He was still the more naked one though.

Helga started biting at her lower lip, smirking in a cocky way. Arnold felt her hand slide down his chest and then straight for his manhood again. He gasped and leaned automatically forward, letting his forehead land on her shoulder, as she started stroking him again.

Whoa, did Arnold get harder after touching me? Or is it my imagination…? Helga wondered for a second, but then felt Arnold's hand touch her hips gently. He let his fingers glide up on the side of her body, making her feel ticklish all of a sudden. She pulled her free hand away and planted it behind her on the bed, thereby bending a little away from him, but also showing herself off more.

Arnold smiled a bit, as his hand continued its way to Helga's breast. He watched with joy while she gasped in pleasure. He put his free hand on her lower back to keep her steady, and she smiled in appreciation.

Arnold had to stop his fingertips from pulling Helga's bra down. His hand kept kneading her breast, but the fingertips also snuck their way down the pad a couple of times, mostly involuntarily. "Arnold…" she said, interrupting their moaning and panting for a couple of seconds. "If there's something that you want… then just say it."

Helga had expected Arnold to give in and tell her what it was he wanted since his eyes had seemed to have been reassured by her words, but rather than saying anything, he slid his forefinger in-between the pads of her bra. Her eyes went wide, as he smirked at her and pulled her slowly closer to him. M-Must have been a relapse to his darker side… She figured with a shy smile.

Still with the smirk on his lips, Arnold moved his hand to Helga's stomach. For a second, she was sure he'd move it down towards her southern area, but then he slowly slid it upwards towards her chest. It took her a couple of seconds, before she let her head whip back in pleasure, while he slid his hand up under her bra. "Oh… God…!" she gasped as she felt his fingers play with one of her nipples.

After doing that for far too shortly, Arnold moved his other hand under Helga's other breast and started to pull the bra up. She was about to give him a questioning look, wondering why he didn't just open it on the back, but she forgot logic when she felt his tongue flick against her other nipple.

Helga couldn't help it; She moved her free hand up to her mouth and tried to muffle her moans. She couldn't even focus on her own task to stroke Arnold anymore; that was how good she felt. She heard him chuckle near her throat. "Who's holding back now?" he asked before letting his tongue give her throat a quick lick.

Helga gasped at that and then removed her hand from her mouth a bit. "Ah, b-but… I'm louder than you." she answered lamely with a bit of stutter to her voice. Arnold smirked at her and let the tip of his nose touch hers. "I don't mind."

Helga felt her heart stop beating and all heat rise to her cheeks. She gasped again though, when she felt Arnold's hand grind up against her breast again. She – completely on purpose this time – swayed her hips against his stomach, making sure to touch his hardened manhood.

Arnold gasped at the feeling, like Helga had foreseen, but then a thought occurred to her. "Oh, I'm sorry." She said with slight worry. He frowned at her in confusion. "Huh?" he muttered. "My jeans… they must feel a little… S-Sorry. I didn't think of that." she explained and then dismounted him.

Arnold looked at Helga in confusion, as she started to pull down her jeans. He had been about to correct her misunderstanding – thinking that her jeans felt too rough against his naked form – but caught himself not correcting her. He couldn't help it; seeing her undressing herself in front of him did things to him he couldn't explain.

When Helga had discarded her jeans on the floor, she glanced at Arnold over her shoulder. There was a mix of innocence and lust in her eyes, which made him crawl over to her. She had been about to turn around, but then he cupped her breasts from behind. She gasped at this new sensation and laid the back of her head on his shoulder, giving him a full view of her.

Arnold started playing with Helga's nipples, feeling himself getting so very close already. When she moved her hand to stroke him yet again, he gasped in shock and put his hands to her hips to stop her. "W-Wait." He begged with a pant.

"Why?" Helga asked in confusion and disappointment, as she looked at Arnold over her shoulder again. I… I can't tell her. I can't say that I want this moment to last a little longer… but what do I say then? "Uh… I-I just figured that… um… I don't know." He then admitted in defeat.

Helga frowned in confusion. Must be a guy thing… or an Arnold thing; who knows? She thought as she eyed Arnold's member a little. I wonder if… I'd be pushing my limits if… Th-Then again… but, uh, he's still a guy, so he probably wouldn't mind… but he's Arnold, so maybe he'd be too shy… Ah, hell, I'll just go for it.

"Uh, Arnold… in fact, maybe we should try and finish this as quickly as possible? I mean… we've already been up here for quite a while. Drunk or not, people are gonna notice sooner or later, right?" Helga asked with a bit of a red tint to her cheeks. "Oh, uh, yeah…" Arnold agreed with only a little bit of reluctance. Perhaps that would be better… My mind will blow soon anyway; my body might as well join it…

"So… if you don't… I-I mean, I might be overstepping my boundaries here, but, uh… if you don't mind then… can I try… something? E-Even if it's mostly out of curiosity?" Helga asked. Arnold frowned at her obvious shyness and perhaps even shame of her own question. "Uh… s-sure." He answered, figuring that no matter what she was talking about, he wouldn't mind. Not at all.

"O-Ok… Could, uh… Could you do me a favor?" Helga asked. Arnold nodded slowly. She crawled across the bed and went to stand on the floor next to it. She pulled down at her bra, mostly because it was getting a little uncomfortable having it above her breasts like that and turned around. She smirked and waved her index finger in a gesture to make him come over to her.

Arnold lifted his body with his hands and jumped closer to her. Helga then gripped the hollow of his knees and pulled him roughly closer to her. He gasped for a second, but then just smiled at her very welcome forcefulness.

"Could… Could you close your eyes?" Helga asked shyly, the sound of her voice not matching her former rough actions. Arnold smiled a bit and then closed his eyes. Well, aren't we being submissive all of a sudden… She couldn't help but note and then pushed him gently down, so that he was lying on the bed with his feet planted solidly on the floor.

Helga took a deep breath and then went to her knees. She eyed Arnold's member for a second, before grabbing it carefully. He gasped a bit, but not nearly as much as he had done the first time she'd touched him. Oh, God, he's gonna freak at this… She thought with a bit of glee and nervousness. Sucking as much air as she could into her lungs, she then held his manhood steady in her hands and slid it into her mouth.

With a loud gasp, Arnold bolted himself up into Helga's mouth, almost making her choke. She pulled away immediately and held her throat in shock. "Arnold!" she chastised in surprise. "Sorry!" he said in pure terror and sat up to look at her. "B-But you should have warned me!"

"What? Did it feel that terrible?"

"No! Idiot! It felt so good that I almost - - " Arnold stopped talking after admitting that. He and Helga just kept staring at each other, both blushing more and more at the second. He looked away in embarrassment. "S-So… it didn't hurt or anything?" she asked shyly.

Arnold lifted his hand to cover his face and then shook his head. "No! You just surprised me… a lot. H-Helga, I'm already at my limit here, so… if I haven't completely freaked you out and I… and I promise not to do that again… then could you… do that again… please?" he asked with such obvious shyness, embarrassment and yet so much plead that he could have asked her to kill someone and she'd done it.

It was Helga's time to snap. Knowing that she could do something that would make Arnold feel so good to the extent of him begging her to continue, made her grab him roughly. He only just managed to remove his hand from his face to look at her, before she already had him in his mouth again.

Arnold gasped and dug his fingernails into the bed to make sure he kept his promise. Helga was acting purely on instinct, sneaking her arm behind his waist to keep him closer to her and using her other hand to hold him steady. She was bopping her head up and down on him, stopping for five seconds to roll her tongue around the head.

Oh, God, how does she do that?! Arnold thought while moaning loudly. There was no way he could hold back at this point, and he didn't care if the music suddenly went mute and the whole planet would hear him; he cried out in lust as he finally reached the peak of pleasure.

Helga gasped a bit when she felt a certain substance enter her mouth. She shut her eyes tight and just focused on not accidentally letting go of him and then having to search her room for semen the next ten minutes.

"H-Helga, I'm sorry… I didn't get to warn you…" Arnold mumbled while trying to steady his breath. Helga didn't move at first, but then slowly lifted her head, making sure to keep her lips tight as she let go of him. She looked into his eyes as she swallowed, and it almost made him hard again at seeing that.

Helga looked pensive. So very, very pensive. "Huh…" she muttered with something that seemed like wonder. "Uh… w-what?" Arnold asked, not sure if he wanted to know what had surprised her this much. "Oh, it's just… I've heard it's supposed to taste really… really… bad, but… it was just salty." She explained.

Arnold's whole body flinched at Helga's honesty, but he had to chuckle at it too, since it was somewhat of a compliment. "Uh… th-that really depends on what the guy eats…" he explained with a shy cough. She cocked her head to the side. "It does?"

Arnold nodded. "Yeah… I-I eat a lot of fruit, so… Wait, why am I telling you this?" he wondered aloud in embarrassment. "Wait! Does that mean that… bitter stuff would make it, well, bitter?" Helga asked curiously.

"Well, yeah. Like smoking and drinking coffee would probably make it bitter." Arnold explained, still feeling a little shy about the subject. However, all things considered, he had almost used up all of his shyness at this point.

Helga looked pensively for a few seconds, but then smirked again. "Just out of curiosity… does Gerald drink a lot of coffee?" she asked. Arnold quirked an eyebrow at her question and nodded. "Yeah. Like two or three cups a day." He answered with a smile.

"Huh." Helga declared simply before standing up. "Let me guess: Phoebe's been complaining?" Arnold asked curiously. She turned around, still wearing a smirk on that pretty face of hers. "Now, Arnold, I really shouldn't tell on my friends, but, uh… let's just say that you should probably give him a few tips."

After both blonde teens had gotten themselves dressed, they went on their way downstairs. They turned to smile at each other, a little shyly but mostly giddily, before Phoebe and Gerald found them in the living room. "Helga, where did you go?" Phoebe asked with a slurry voice. "The other girls are tired and don't wanna dance with me!"

"Oh, poor baby. I'll dance with you." Helga said with a smile and turned to glance at Arnold, giving him a much different smile. "I'll see you later, Arnold?" she asked. He sighed in happiness, but then tried to hide it with a cough. "Uh, yeah, sure. See you later, Helga." He answered and watched the girls walk towards the stereo.

Arnold was fully ready to emerge himself into a daydream about what had just happened between him and Helga. That was, until he was punched at the arm by Gerald. "Ow! Gerald!" he exclaimed and started rubbing the sore spot.

"Don't ''Gerald' me!"

"… Then what do you want me to call you?"

"Not the point! Where did you and Helga go?" Gerald asked in a frenzy. Arnold blushed immediately and started scratching the back of his head. "Uh…. N-Nowhere." He lied and turned to glance at Helga, who was already dancing with Phoebe.

"Don't give me that! You two were gone for almost a half hour! What happened?" Gerald asked annoyed, until he noticed the smile on Arnold's face. His eyebrows furrowed in suspicion before he turned to look at Helga. She was dancing with Phoebe, but she was clearly looking at Arnold, giving him a rather flirtatious glance.

Gerald turned to look at Arnold again and crossed his arms. "Ok, that's it. Time to spit out the details, man." He said. Arnold looked at the floor, giving a rather happy smile. "Um… remember that time when I told you that there was no way a…" his voice went into a whisper. "… blowjob could be as good as you claimed?"

Gerald's eyes went wide and so did his smile. "Yeah?" he inquired eagerly. "Well… Forget I said that." Arnold continued, starting to smile very broadly himself. Gerald's eyes went even wider and he turned to look at Helga and then back at Arnold. "No way! Pataki gave you a b - - "

"Your voice is too loud!" Arnold interrupted and covered Gerald's mouth with his hand, but he kept smiling like a child who had just been giving the best present ever on Christmas Eve. Gerald removed his hand and just hoorayed in happiness. "Congratulations, Arnold, you're finally a man! Well, almost. We gotta celebrate!"

Gerald snuck his arm over Arnold's shoulders and gave him a sideways hug. Both boys laughed loudly together, as they walked through the living room towards the kitchen. Arnold caught a glimpse of Helga as she leaned back, shaking her shoulders. She opened her eyes, noticing him gawking at her and then winked at him.

Arnold just sighed happily, not caring who might have seen him looking that lovingly at Helga, and then followed Gerald into the kitchen. Helga giggled and turned to look at Phoebe, who was smiling right back at her. "Remind me to tell you something when you're sober, ok, Phoebs?" she asked of her, simply earning a thumbs-up from her drunken friend. Best… blackmail… ever! Helga thought as she continued dancing through the rest of the night.

Author's 2nd note: You got a long chapter this time! They're usually around 5.000; This one's above 6.000 words! xD First sexual scene – not the last :P So, what are your thoughts? What do you think will happen next? I can tell you that the next chapter will start on the following week. Nothing more's gonna happen at this party ;)