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": Thanks to Aaron for a, perhaps, not so unfortunate accident, Helga and Arnold ended up having their first sexual encounter. Though they didn't go all the way, both blonde teens continued that evening feeling very happy about themselves and their newborn relationship.
But what would this kind of thing lead to? Helga and Arnold are in love without knowing the other one is too, and now, when a chance of a deeper relationship is out there, then can they grab it or will they feel caught somewhere in the middle?
Author's 1st note: Now! Arnold and Helga have reached a point of no return. No one can back to "just being friends" after such a thing – even if it doesn't mean you'll become lovers xD (trust me, I know :P)
One more thing: Stop thinking it's confession time, damn it! xD This story ends when Aaron goes home at 4th of May, and the second party at Helga's house was at 20th April… You really think it's confession time already? xD
An argument was: "There's no way they'd think the other would do sexual stuff with them without being in love with them." Um, I can speak from my own experience here: YES! Yes, you can xD Yes, you can do sexual stuff and still doubt the feelings of the other person – Even if it's a first time experience. ESPECIALLY if you're scared out of your freaking mind about the answer (this part is not from my experience though, I'm speaking on Helga and Arnold's behalf here.) The ridiculous denseness will be explained later, people! :P Haha, just wanted to make that clear once and for all. Now, on with it! xD
Chapter 32: "You trying to give me a heart attack?!"
Arnold had never quite felt this way before. It was like this one feeling was consuming his entire being completely and there was no way he could escape, even if he wished to. He was completely indulged in her advances towards him, and he was at her mercy.
Helga was hovering above Arnold, the tips of her soft, blonde curls tickling his cheeks and neck, her azure blue eyes looking at him as if she could see right into his soul and see herself, her body pressed gently against his, letting him feel her entire form.
She finally kissed him, letting him taste her lips for the first time ever, and she made him feel like he could never let go again. He lifted his arms, pulled her closer and he could hear her moan into his mouth, which gave him chills because it was the most wonderful sound he'd ever heard.
Helga's legs, which were placed on each side of Arnold's waist, tightened around him, while she grabbed his cheeks. With a cocky smile, she lifted him up from the soft fabric he'd been laid upon a minute ago. He simply let his body follow her hands, as a puppet would follow its puppeteer. He was smiling dazedly at her, feeling like he was on cloud 9, when she kissed him again.
Arnold laid his hands on Helga's hips and she started teasing him by bucking her pelvis against his growing member. He could feel it and her stomach pressed up against him, and he gasped into her mouth at the feeling. She removed her lips from his and kissed his nose, then his cheek, his forehead and the corner of his mouth. She was raining butterfly kisses all over his face, and he almost felt as if he was trying to chase her lips as she did so.
Helga finally grabbed Arnold's cheeks to stop both of their heads from moving and she let him have her lips again. He let his tongue poke at her lips, and she granted him entrance instantly. He could hear his own moans mixed up with hers and it was like a church's choir to him.
This was where he belonged. This was where he wanted to be. On cloud 9 with the girl of his dreams, consumed by the love around him and the innocence and purity of being truly in love. So… why did the image change?
Arnold felt himself get pushed onto the bed roughly. He yelped at the feeling, and shook his head before he opened his eyes to look up at Helga. The loving smile on her lips were gone and were replaced with something that looked like a doll's face. Cold. Emotionless. Scary. So very, very scary.
"Man, you really are troublesome, you know? Couldn't even notice some dumb pill, huh? Now I have to do this again, just because you're so stupid." Helga said, followed by an exasperated sigh. Arnold wanted to tell her 'no', that she didn't have to do this, but before he could voice his thoughts, his boxers disappeared with a violent rip and he felt her mouth consume him.
Arnold gasped at the wonderful feeling, but with the wonderful feeling was also guilt and pain, because Helga wasn't doing this out of love: She was doing it out of responsibility. Even her movements were somewhat cold and forceful, like she wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.
Arnold started muttering his disagrees to the situation, and his head started to rock from side to side as if telling himself and her no. His body started shaking, before he finally just sat up straight, his eyes wide and his breath caught in his throat.
The continuous sound of his home-made clock, repeating the words 'Hey Arnold' was the only sound he could hear through the room, besides his own panicked panting. He looked towards the clock and lifted his hand to bang on it, angrily.
Arnold fell to his bed after that and looked up into his skylight. His chest moved up and down as he tried to steady his shaky breath. "Not again…" he begged aloud and lifted his arm to cover his eyes with it. "Please… no more dreams like that. I get it… I get it…"
Indeed, Arnold had been having dreams resembling this one for the last couple of days. Ever since seeing Helga again at Monday, he had started feeling odd around her. It had been minimal at first. In the beginning, he had simply started to feel aroused simply by the look of her. Embarrassing as that had been, then it had been acceptable. His dream that night had been erotic.
At Tuesday, it had gotten worse. Arnold had felt his entire body heating up and all sorts of images of erotic nature roamed through his mind. His dream that night had been one of the most lustful ones in his entire life.
At Wednesday, he had felt so aroused around her, that he had almost went into the janitor's closet to get rid of the feeling consuming his body. That was when the dreams of erotic nature become cruel. It had started out with her wanting it as badly as him, and then she had gone cold and emotionless, pointing out how she was doing this only because she felt responsible for the way he felt.
At Thursday, Arnold had tried to ignore Helga completely, even avoiding looking at her, because the guilt was eating him up. He tried telling himself that he had been drunk, been under the influence of Viagra, that his actions that night had been justified, but something inside him was still eating him up on the inside.
Now, Friday, he attempted to avoid her yet again. It was easy this day, since she seemed to be as interest in seeing him, as he was in seeing her. That being said, it wasn't because he had started hating Helga for what they had done: He had started hating himself. He had never imagined doing something like that with her out of… lust. Because that was what it had been: Lust, alcohol and guilt. He had that she had done it out of responsibility, and he hated himself for having let his body control his mind that night.
"You can't keep avoiding Helga, you know." Gerald pointed out as he and Arnold were on their way home from school that day. "I… I know, but… just believe me when I say that I have to at the moment, ok?" Arnold answered with a sigh.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it: It's complicated and you can't explain it to me. I still think you're crazy though. The girl did it out of her own free will, right? It wasn't like you raped her or anything."
"Please, don't… don't use that word right now. I know you're right, but I feel awful enough as it is."
"You're kidding me! Didn't you tell me it was her idea to begin with?"
"Gerald! That's what I mean by complicated: There's details in this situation that I can't tell you, but which changes the situation a lot. L-Let me try and say it this way: In a way, she… did it out of responsibility." Arnold tried to explain, without having to reveal Helga's secret.
Gerald stopped walking and looked at Arnold with disbelief. "Saying something as insane as that is only gonna make me feel even more curious. What's the big secret anyway? No, wait, never mind, you're not gonna tell me anyway. Let me guess: It's Helga's secret, whatever it is, right?"
"Yeah…"
"And let me guess something else: The reason for your unnecessary guilt trip, is because you feel that you shouldn't have let her do that to you out of 'responsibility' as you call it?"
"Pretty much." Arnold answered. He and Gerald sighed in unison. "You live a complicated life, Arnold." Gerald observed with a weak smile. The corner of Arnold's mouth went up for a second, but only a second, as he sighed again. This is horrible… I have no clue what to do about this. Despite feeling this guilty about it, I still feel aroused every time I'm near her. I feel disgusting. What if she figures it out and starts thinking I'm disgusting? If she doesn't already…
Helga, much like Arnold, didn't feel so great either through this week, though that wasn't because of bad dreams or because of guilt: It was because of insecurity. Arnold had been avoiding her a lot, and even if she had been confused by it in the beginning, then she had tilted over to what she thought could be the only explanation: He found her disgusting.
Helga sighed as that word roamed through her head again and she lifted her hands to mess up her hair. She was sitting in her room, just waiting for the weekend to properly begin, which was already now, but it was still Friday after all.
Like Arnold, Helga had started to wonder if he had been more drunk than she'd figured. It wasn't like she had kept track of how much he'd been drinking that night. Plus, he was kinda in a predicament that night. It wasn't like he had felt like that, because she had made him feel like that. It was because of a pill that he felt aroused!
Helga sighed again and let herself fall onto her bed. What if Arnold really did find her disgusting? If he started thinking that she would have done that for any guy if Aaron had slipped someone else a pill like that because of her? What if he simply just didn't want her to be the one to have done it? What if…
Helga stopped thinking all together at that point. She sat up in her bed, her scowl getting deeper and deeper at the second. No… No! I'm done with this! I'm not gonna sit here and wonder for the rest of my life why he's started to avoid me! She stood up from the bed with determination and looked herself over in the mirror for a second. For some reason, she just had to make sure that she was still fully dressed, but then she went right out of her door.
Helga wasn't going to just sit around and wait for Arnold to either explain himself or just let this slide. She wanted answers, and she was pretty sure that she deserved them: even if she wouldn't like them, then she wanted them anyway!
Arnold was currently laying in his bed, feeling completely drained after this week. It was finally weekend, and he was looking forward to what he hoped would be a nightmare free night, though he doubted it: 'Out of sight – Out of mind', he didn't really believe guilt worked like that. Just because he wasn't going to see Helga for a while, then that didn't mean that he'd - -
A loud knock against something that sounded like glass, pulled Arnold out of his thoughts. He shook his head, as if coming out of a deep dream and sat up. He looked around, wondering where in the world that sound had come from.
Then he heard it again. He started frowning and swung his legs out of his bed, trying to look around again. Something knocked again, this time it was seething with impatience though. Then he finally looked up towards his skylight.
There, hovering over the door hatch in Arnold's skylight, was Helga G. Pataki, having a ferocious look on her face. "Helga?!" he shouted in surprise, and she could hear him say her name, though the sound had been muffled.
Helga knocked on the glass again, getting more and more impatient. On her way over to the boarding house, she had started getting angry. She didn't deserve this treatment: At least she hoped so, but more than anything, she was pretty damn sure she at least deserved an explanation to why he had started avoiding her!
It took Arnold a couple of seconds, before reality truly dawned on him: Helga, the girl of his dreams, his best female friend, was sitting on his rooftop, waiting for him to either let her in or go out himself, and about a week ago, she had done stuff to him that he had loved and now couldn't help thinking about yet again.
With a slight blush, Arnold went towards the skylight. He jumped onto his bed, not caring that he was still wearing his shoes, and went to open the window. Almost instantly, Helga grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him up towards her. He yelped a bit, but mostly his blush just got deeper at suddenly being this close to her.
"We need to talk, football head." Helga said with a seething voice, not noticing the obvious blush on Arnold's face whatsoever. "Huh? Uh, what do you wanna - - H-Helga!" he yelped, as she used her immense strength to pull him out of his room. After having placed him next to her on the concrete, she closed the window to make sure he wouldn't try and escape.
Helga turned to scowl at Arnold, making him flinch a bit in fright. This is bad! She scared me when she's angry, but… right now even her being mad at me is making feel… really weird! He thought with a gulp and waited for her to speak.
Helga didn't speak though, at least not right away. Come on, you coward. Say something! She thought inside her head, not sure if she was talking to herself or Arnold. "Why have you been avoiding me?" she asked bluntly. Arnold's eyes went a little wider and he felt his heartbeat quicken. "I… I'm not a… avoiding you."
"Liar!" Helga shouted and grabbed Arnold's collar again. He gasped at feeling of her hot breath tickling his cheeks and his lips. Her blue eyes were almost fiery with anger, and it was scary how much it turned him. What am I, a masochist?! He thought unknowingly.
"Ever since Monday, you've been avoiding me. You barely even look at me, and I wanna know why! I think I deserve that! Tell me what your problem is! I can take it! What do you want from me?!" Helga asked in a frenzy, feeling tears prickle at the corner of her eyes.
It had been painful being avoided by the boy she had been in love with for so long, and it hurt to know it had happened right after their relationship had taken a direction in something that resembled friends with benefits rather than dating. It hurt to know that this was all it took for him to panic around her.
Helga had no idea that Arnold was barely hearing what she was saying to him. His own thoughts were confusing him enough as it was. How could he feel this guilty and yet still want what he felt guilty about?
Seeing the hurt in Helga's eyes plus feeling the way he did, Arnold lifted his hands, planning to try and hold her. When he saw her look towards his arms in slight confusion, his eyes went wide, realizing what he had been about to, and then pulled his arms right back, even hiding them behind his back.
Helga frowned. "What are you hiding?" she asked. Arnold's eyes went wider again and he shook his head. "N-Nothing! I swear." He answered, but she obviously didn't believe him. "Show me!" she ordered, let go of his collar and leaned towards him to try and grab whatever he was hiding behind his back.
"H-Helga! I'm not hiding anything! Honestly!" Arnold exclaimed, doing his best to forget the fact that Helga's breasts were pressed up against his chest. Please, don't let her feel my heart beating this fast! He begged inside his head, thinking that his former words had been a lie. He was hiding something, but not an object as she apparently thought so.
"Just show me already!" Helga ordered again with a little bit of hurt in her eyes. She herself, wasn't even sure if she was referring to an object or his reason to avoid her. Nevertheless, he was hiding something from her, and she wasn't going to give up before she knew what it was.
"You… You're gonna freak if I show you." Arnold lamely tried to argue. Helga frowned in confusion. "I'm not gonna freak! Whatever it is, I can handle it. I'm Helga Pataki, right?" she pointed out and crossed her arms. "I-It's bad, I tell you…!" he tried to argue again, but could feel his resolve falter.
"Just tell me already." Helga begged with a more calm voice and started reaching for Arnold's hand to force him to show her. She could see him shut his eyes tight, almost as if trying to collect courage and then he swung his arms around her right beneath her waist, thereby locking her arms close to her body.
Helga was just blinking in confusion. Then she frowned. "What in the world? Is this supposed to tell me - - Ah, A-Arnold!" she yelped, when she felt the tip of his tongue tickle her neck. She started shaking in his arms, as his tongue caressed a very sensitive spot on her, making her feel ticklish and aroused all at the same time.
"W-Wait! I still don't get it. What were you hiding?" Helga asked, closing her eyes to enjoy this very unexpected turn of events. "I-If I have to be perfectly honest…" Arnold started with his mouth close to her neck, and then gulped. "I was hiding the feeling of… wanting to do this… again."
Helga felt her cheeks flush scarlet red. She snuck her hands up to Arnold's shoulders and pushed him back gently. He was looking down on the ground, obviously ashamed to the very core of his body. "E… E-Excuse me? I'm still… confused." She said, simply wanting him to say it again. Better yet; explaining it a bit further.
Arnold closed his eyes, trying to collect courage yet again and then turned his face away, even though he couldn't see Helga behind his eyelids. "I… I'm really embarrassed about it, but… e-ever since… ever since Saturday night, I, uh… Well, what happened that night was… I don't even know how to describe it…" he muttered, his cheeks a little flushed.
Helga's eyebrows furrowed a bit, and she tried to brace herself for whatever was to come. For now, Arnold's words hadn't exactly been encouraging. She could see him take a deep breath, before he continued speaking. "Ever since that night, I… w-whenever I see you, I start to think about it and I…"
That was when Helga started to look down, suddenly noticing something she had seen a couple of times at this point. Arnold also opened his eyes, almost as if he had felt her eyes burning through his skin. He pulled his legs into his body, hiding both his face, chest and lap behind them. "I-I start to feel like this…" he continued, knowing far too well, what she had just seen.
Helga was blushing for so many reasons. Embarrassment, shyness and mostly happiness. At least almost happiness, because she had to make sure. "So…" she started gently and gulped a bit. "You… You don't hate me? You don't find me disgusting after what we did?"
"A… Aren't you the one who should find me disgusting?" Arnold wondered aloud, making Helga's heart skip a beat. She suddenly felt… relived, but mostly angry. He could suddenly hear a growl from the back of her throat and was just about to lift his head to look at her in confusion, when he felt her hand hit his head. Hard.
"Ow!" Arnold exclaimed and lifted his hands to hold the sore spot. "What was that for?!" he asked in slight anger, but when he say the expression on Helga's face, he went quiet. "Idiot!" she shouted with a tear on each side of her eyes trickling down her cheeks. "Jerk! Nitwit! Blockhead! Dunce! Pinhead! Fucking moron!"
Arnold frowned at Helga's continuous rant of insults, but also felt the guilt run through him. "I was so fucking scared!" she finally admitted, making his eyes go back. "What? Scared of what?" he asked in confusion.
"That's why I'm calling you a moron! How did you think I felt after a guy I had just done something like that with started avoiding me, huh?! I thought you thought I was disgusting or something! That you regretted it, and you only did it because you were drunk! Now you're telling me this?! That you're avoiding me, because you start feeling horny around me! Are you fucking kidding me?!"
Hearing that exact word coming out of Helga's mouth didn't exactly help on the feeling itself. "And what is that about me finding you disgusting?! You thought I'd find you disgusting, because you'd feel horny just looking at me?! That's a compliment, bucko! I mean, come on!" she continued and let her forehead bang onto his knees, which were still pulled up against his chest.
"It's definitely way better than what I was thinking… idiot." Helga repeated yet again. Arnold could see her shoulders shaking and suddenly a different kind of guilt overtook the former one. He had never thought about how she'd misunderstand his actions, if she didn't feel the way he thought she had.
Arnold spread his legs a bit to grab Helga and hug her. She hugged him back, while she sobbed a bit near his neck. "I'm sorry, Helga… I didn't realize that you'd misunderstand, but… I was just so sure that you… that you… well, you did because Aaron slipped me a pill like that, right? It was out of responsibility as you said, so I was sure that…" he just sighed, he couldn't continue speaking any further.
Arnold felt Helga slap his back, before she pulled away. "You think I would have done that to anybody?" she asked. He felt his heartbeat quicken a bit, hoping for her next words to be out of love. "You really think that's the kind of girl I am?"
"N-No… but, uh… I don't know."
"Arnold… you're… I've known you since preschool. You're the one guy in the whole world who gets me, and I… I trust you more than anyone else. Perhaps besides Phoebe, but still… I think I understand what you mean… You feel bad because… you think that you somehow stole my first experience, right?"
Arnold felt his entire body heat up at that reminder. He nodded in agreement, which made Helga sigh a bit. "Arnold, you haven't stolen anything. C-Come on, I mean… Sure, we didn't really do that because we… because we were in the heat of the moment or anything. We did it because Aaron had slipped you that pill, but… if there's any guy in the whole wide world I could replace with you in that experience, then I wouldn't."
Arnold lifted his head to look at Helga, feeling that little bit of hope waver a bit. "You're my best guy friend, Arnold, and I trust you with all of my heart and… b-body. I don't trust anyone like I trust you, so… don't think you took anything from me. Even if we aren't lovers… that doesn't mean I'd hate doing something like that with you." she continued, feeling that her words had been perfect.
Arnold, on the other hand, wasn't sure what to feel. He didn't like the part with 'best guy friend', but the rest… the rest made him feel warm all over his body. He knew that she trusted him, even if she had never admitted it before, but to be told that she trusted him to that extend… to even not minding, perhaps even wanting, to experience what lovers would usually experience together with him… that could mean there was a chance that she'd fall in love with him eventually… right?
Arnold started smiling, feeling that little bit of hope spark in the pit of his stomach. "Thank you, Helga… Th-That makes me feel much better. For what it's worth… y-you're my best girl friend too… uh, gal friend. Fr-Friend who's a girl. You know what I mean…" he said a little nervously, but when Helga smiled at him, he couldn't help but chuckle.
The air around them had been lifted. They still weren't quite sure what their relationship was anymore. If they were friends, friends with benefits or something close to lovers – All they knew is that they wanted more. So much more and they'd keep wanting more until they'd either burst with happiness or die.
"Can I… admit something that you may think is really typically me?" Arnold asked, feeling slightly embarrassed about what he was planning to say, but all things considered; it was pretty innocent compared to what they had just admitted to each other.
"Sure. What is it?" Helga asked, wondering what could be on Arnold's mind. She could see the obvious blush on his face, and she felt herself blush at all of the possibilities to what he'd say. "Now… Now that the guilt from feeling like I had stolen something from you is gone… then I kinda feel guilty about something else." He admitted.
"And that is what?"
"… I didn't… you know, uh… We were in a hurry, so I guess it's understandable, but I… I didn't get to… return the favor… so to speak."
Helga felt her entire body jerk at feeling her heart almost jump out of her chest. She was sure that she was blushing at places she had never blushed before and she whipped her head around, so she couldn't see Arnold. She started laughing in embarrassment and nervousness. "N-No, I guess you didn't, but, uh, seriously, I'm not holding a grudge or anything… but, yeah, you're right; that is so very typical of you. T-To worry about something stupid like that!"
Arnold had felt embarrassed a moment ago, and even though he still did, then he mostly had to try very hard not to laugh at Helga's embarrassment. She had seemed really comfortable with the whole thing Saturday night, but now she seemed like a shy flower or something. "Sorry… I made you uncomfortable mentioning that."
"N-No, not uncomfortable… more like… I don't know." Helga admitted and turned to glance at Arnold, seeing the faint smile on his lips, but mostly the seriousness in his eyes. "Are you…" she started, but gulped to give herself a small pause. "Are you suggesting… what I think you're suggesting?"
A few seconds of awkward silence passed, before Arnold gave one small, gentle, but determined nod with his head, confirming Helga's question. Her eyes widened a bit and her body tensed. Oh, my fucking God! This is a dream come true! And yet, I'm nervous as hell! Oh, dear…
"Would that be… ok?" Arnold finally asked, feeling like Helga's answer would somehow determine everything. He could see her blink a couple of times, the adorable blush on her cheeks deepen, as she nodded gently. "Yeah, that'd… definitely be ok." She answered in embarrassment, but also anticipation.
Arnold couldn't help but give a rather toothy smile at Helga's answer, which made her giggle. In a way, the giggle let out a lot of tension. "Can I try something?" he asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Oh, great. Is it my turn now to get teased or something?" she asked, referring to when she had asked him to do the same thing some days ago.
Arnold chuckled and climbed on all fours. "Please?" he asked with an innocent smile. Helga rolled her eyes, but then closed them as asked. She could hear him walk on all fours next to her and she could feel his breath behind her.
"Could you lift your arms?" Arnold then asked gently. Helga's eyebrows furrowed a bit in confusion at that request, but she did as told and lifted them a bit. Then she felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around her torso and a pair of legs on each side of her own ones.
Helga's eyes went wide as she felt her heart beat hard at that simple action from Arnold. "I just wanted to try and hug you this way… Is that ok?" he asked gently next to her ear, sending a serious chill down her spine. She rolled her eyes as she laid her arms over his. "Worrywart. After what I just gave you permission to do… do you honestly think I'd mind a hug?"
Arnold chuckled at that. He knew he was a worrywart, but he couldn't help it; it was after all Helga he was worrying about. His Helga… well, hopefully at some point his. For now, if she wanted this as much as him… then he'd settle with this kind of relationship for now.
Arnold turned his lips towards Helga's neck and kissed it gently. He could feel her flinch a little at the touch, but she also moaned in pleasure. He sent a trail of kisses from her jawline down to her collarbone, earning an adorable, ticklish giggle from her.
Helga could feel Arnold's thumb starting to caress her stomach a bit, probably either trying to tease her or start out slowly. She didn't want him to be slow. She wanted to feel his touch so badly, and despite feeling shy about her words, then she voiced her thoughts anyhow. "A-Arnold… if you're going slow because of anything else besides you being nervous… th-then don't… please? I'm already - - Ah!"
Helga gasped at the feeling of Arnold's hand on her breast. She could feel his teeth against her neck, probably smiling at her wince. "You're probably right… we're still on the roof after all, and… this is for you. If you want me to do something, I'll do it." He whispered and then let his tongue lick her neck, having already figured out how much she loved that.
Helga gasped at the feeling, realizing Arnold had figured out how sensitive she was there, since he was giving that place more attention. Her hands, which were still placed on his arms, started to shake a little at the intense feeling she was feeling at the moment. He wasn't even doing that much; fondling her breast, licking her neck, was she really that sensitive? Or was it simply because she had dreamed of this moment for so long?
Helga noticed that her arms had fallen down a bit, and she looked towards them to see that Arnold had lowered his arms, bringing hers with him to pull her top up. She lifted her arms a bit, ready to lift them completely above her head, but he simply pulled it up and let it stay tugged over her breasts, and started fondling both of her breasts again.
Odd… He did the same thing with my bra Saturday night. Why isn't he taking it off completely? Is it some odd fetish I don't know about…? Or, wait… is he being shy? Considerate? Helga didn't have time to come to a conclusion, because suddenly she felt his left hand sneak up under her bra and pull at her nipple.
Helga yelped in surprise and started moaning at the feeling. Oh, God, who cares! She decided to just let herself get completely caught in her own pleasure and only wished for him to touch her there. She already felt like she was on fire and she was wearing a pair of loose pants, not even with a zipper or buttons or anything – it was easy to take off!
"Arnold…" Helga whimpered with a small pout, resembling the way he had looked at her with those puppy dog eyes that night. Arnold recognized the look, because it also resembled the way she had looked at him, when she begged him to dance with her. He smiled at her, catching on to what she was pleading to and let his tongue lick her behind her ear.
Helga gasped in lust and was starting to question, if he really was just teasing her or if he was being dense? As usual. But then her unsaid question was answered, as she felt his free hand lay itself upon her thigh. He massaged the area for a few seconds, obviously to frustrate her, but then he slowly slid it over her hipbone, to her center and then laid it gently between her thighs.
Helga almost pulled her legs together at the slight shock, but refrained from doing so, since it was an action to misunderstand easily. "Arnold!" she said in a whimper, annoyed that he was still at the stage of teasing her. She could feel him chuckle in her ear. "All right, all right."
Then Helga finally felt the feeling of having a strange hand between her thighs. Arnold had slowly slid his hand down her pants, even finding the hem of her panties easily and slid beneath that garment too. She whipped her head back with a gasp and involuntarily bucked against his hand.
Arnold let himself feel the girl beneath him, this also being his first time touching like that. In a way, the feeling was just as he had imagined, and yet not at all. Wet, warm, soft… He couldn't help himself; he suddenly felt nervous. He had heard far too many stories about girls complaining about boys and their 'technique' when it came to sex. He desperately roamed through his mind, trying to remember what a girl looked like in that area, and what felt good and what didn't.
Arnold couldn't remember much… except one place. He closed his eyes, trying to make his tactile sense stronger by doing so. It should be… like somewhere around… here? He wondered, when he finally felt something feeling like a small bud.
A loud gasp from Helga confirmed Arnold's suspicions. He was surprised though at the loudness of her voice and almost removed his hand, thinking he'd hurt her, but then her hand went to his wrist, keeping his hand in place. She hadn't realized he'd been about to move his hand at all, her action had been involuntarily.
"How… How did you find… that so easily?" Helga wondered aloud, not daring to look Arnold in the face, even if it was right next to hers. He blushed. "Uh… I just… tried to?" he suggested, which made her giggle a bit, though she also panted, since his finger was still technically laying against… that. "Well, you… you found it. Congratulations. Not most guys can do that the first time… I've heard."
"Let me guess: Phoebe again?"
"You really should give Gerald some tips."
Helga and Arnold couldn't help but chuckle at this random conversation at this unexpected moment, but in a way it made sense for them, they could always laugh together, even at inappropriate moments, and it wasn't something everyone could do.
Helga actually dared to look at Arnold this time around, giving him a smile. He smiled back at her and gently kissed her jawline. She sighed, feeling she was in heaven from such a gentle touch. She gasped right after though, when Arnold's fingers started moving underneath her panties.
Helga knew she wouldn't last very long. All things considered, she had – in a way – waited since Saturday, and even just their position excited her. She was a little surprised that Arnold, never once, tried to stick a finger inside of her. Then again, he had found that very sensitive spot so quickly, so perhaps he also knew that fingering didn't do all that much? At least not compared to what he was doing right then.
After about a minute, Helga lifted her hand to cover her mouth. "What are you doing?" Arnold asked, though he had a pretty clear idea to what it was. She narrowed her eyes at him, not wanting to let go off her mouth for even a minute. "You know, Helga," he said gently and intertwined the fingers of his free hand into hers, forcing her hand away from her face. "I can't read your mind."
"Arnold! W-We're outside, you idiot!"
"We're on a rooftop, Helga… Who's gonna hear us, the pigeons?"
Helga groaned a bit, but then Arnold's fingers picked up their pace. "Ah! O-Oh… f-fine. I give up." She declared and let herself moan as much as her body wished for her to do. "Now, that's a first." He observed with a slight laugh and then gently blew some air on her neck, making her squirm in his arms.
Arnold didn't know where his bravery was coming from. He wasn't even all that nervous or shy about what they were doing. Perhaps it was just because he had matured more than he had realized. His theory was though, that he simply liked this newfound power he had over her. It made him feel like he was walking on a pink cloud to know, that he could make Helga feel this good, simply by touching her. He was almost scared that his head would get bigger from the ego boost it gave him.
Arnold let go off Helga's hand, continuing his caress on her lower region, and then put his now free hand on one of her breasts again. She flinched a little beneath his hand, making her breast push itself more into his hand. He wanted to kiss her chest so badly, but their current position made it impossible. He hoped… No, he prayed he'd get another chance like this.
Helga's left arm twisted around next to Arnold's and her left cheeks, and her fingers started fisting his hair. He almost moaned at the different sensation, feeling her pull on his blonde tuffs made his eyes roll back in his head. He could feel her hips buck against his own and his hand, making him feel more and more aroused at the second. He didn't care though. More than anything, then he wanted to see her, hear her, feel her…
"A… A-Arnold…" Helga whimpered in the most wonderfully moaning voice. "Y-Yeah?" Arnold asked, having only slight to clue to what she was about to say. "I'm… I'm, uh… Oh, God!" she suddenly let out a huge gasp, almost sounding like a scream, and his eyes went wide as he felt her hips' erratic rhythm.
Helga was shaking as her hand, which had been holding Arnold's head tightly as she came, went to his hand to stop his movements. She always felt really sensitive after hitting climax and if he continued to touch her like that, it would've started to hurt because it felt so sore already.
"W… Whoa…" Arnold declared a little shyly. Helga dared to glance at him over her shoulder, her chest pumping up and down as she tried to get her breath steady. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth a little open as she looked at him. "W… W-What?" she asked.
"Uh… J-Just…" Arnold started, feeling a blush grow on his cheeks. Ever since he and Helga had pretended to 'do it' to tease his dad and grandpa, then he had wondered and tried to imagine what it would be like to truly hear her hit climax. His guesses hadn't even been close! Nor had his imagination ever made him feel like… this.
Arnold just decided to smile at Helga, who looked almost as if she would faint from relaxation at the spot. He pulled his hand out of her pants, snuck his other arm around her waist and gently let himself fall down, pulling her with him.
Helga kept laying on top of Arnold, her back against his chest, as both teens panted. It took them several seconds, before Arnold could even mouth words. "So… was it… ok?" he asked gently, almost wanting to chuckle at his own question, since he heard her snicker at him. "No, Arnold, it was awful; that's why I screamed like that."
Arnold, knowing Helga's humor far too well at this point, knew she was seething with sarcasm. They laughed together, as she rolled around, positioning herself next to him. She sat up and turned to look at him, while he sat up too.
They kept looking at each other for a couple of seconds, both just bashing in the afterglow. Then they started laughing, not even knowing why. Everything was just so messed up. So many things had happened the last three weeks, but this just took the cake.
"I guess… this makes us even?" Helga wondered aloud with a smile. Arnold smiled back at her, not sure if he should take what she said as something bad. "I… suppose." He answered. She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Suppose? Well, well, well, I'm looking forward to hear what you mean by that… at Monday. Right now, I should get home. Who knows if my parents suddenly realize I'm gone for once?" she wondered with seething sarcasm in her voice, though she had a truly happy smile on her face.
Helga stood up as Arnold did the same. They kept looking at each other, as they walked towards the ladder. "Well, football head, this has been fun." She said with a bit of irony in her voice, mostly because the sentence just didn't fit, even if it had been fun.
Arnold chuckled at Helga's words, positioning himself to sit on the edge of the roof next to the ladder. "Yeah, it… was. I'm glad you're not the kind of girl to just sit around and ignore something like - - "
"Like a guy ignoring her?" Helga ended Arnold's sentence, crossing her arms with a sideways smirk. He started to scratch his neck in embarrassment. "Uh, yeah… sorry about that again." he answered with a nervous chuckle. "Naw, don't sweat it. We're friends again now, right?" she asked while putting her foot on the ladder. He smiled, even if he didn't quite consider them friends at this point. At least not completely.
"Yeah. See you at Monday, Helga." Arnold answered, while she positioned herself completely on the ladder leading all the way down to the ground. She had an idea as she stood there, and he could actually see it on her face. "See ya, football head." She greeted, before she grabbed the ladder with her hands and let go off it with her feet.
"Helga!" Arnold shouted in panic, when her entire body fell down with the speed of light. He leaned over the railing, watching her as she slid down the ladder, unharmed. When she reached the ground, she stepped off the ladder and looked up at him with a big grin on her face.
"You trying to give me a heart attack?!" Arnold asked with big eyes, but Helga simply started to laugh maniacally. "Maybe!" she answered, started to skip down the street as she waved at him. He sighed as he put his arms down to the railing and laid his chin upon them. As he watched her walk through the street, he had to wonder; was this a step in the right… or in the wrong direction?
Author's 2nd note: Looooooong chapter this time! xD Sexual stuff occurring in two chapters in a row? Sorry and kudos to you! (Depending on whether you're mostly into the drama or the fluff/sex xD)
Next chapter will be the last week of Aaron's visit to Hillwood, which means… yes! We're getting close to the ending xD Stay tuned for more drama, confusion, love and hate!