Chapter 15

Okay, this kind of gets racy. Not racy enough for an M rating. It's been awhile since I've written a scene like this, and I'm a little rusty. You be warned.

It was half an hour later that Arnold and Helga found themselves at the boarding house. When he opened the door, he was relieved to see none of the boarders in sight. Quickly dragging Helga along, he made his way up the stairs to his room. Putting on an old Evil Twin movie, Arnold dimmed the lights, and they both kicked off their shows, content to just relax on the bed.

While Arnold had his eyes on the screen, his mind was not entirely focused on the plot. Helga was leaned back against him, her legs crossed. This had caused the skirt to ride up a little, and the sight of her slender legs was causing mixed reactions within him. On one hand, he knew he was a gentleman, and on the other hand, he knew that he was indeed a male. A male who was touching a very hot, passionate female.

Helga looked over at him, and Arnold knew that he must have been fidgeting to the point where she took notice, "Are you okay? You seem awfully squirmy."

Turning to look at her, he grinned, "Yeah, I'm just, well, I mean this bed is not as big as it used to be, and I feel that I might be smothering you." He was amazed at how calm and rational he made that explanation sound. In truth, he wanted to pull her closer, and without all the clothing in between them. Desperately trying to get that image out of his head, he closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head quickly before opening them back up to meet her concerned gaze.

Giggling, Helga replied, "Why didn't you tell me I was invading your personal bubble? Criminey, I'll just get up and grab the chair from the desk."

"No no, I'll do it…."

In that moment, Helga starting to climb over Arnold as, at the same time, he began to sit up to move off the bed. Caught off guard by his sudden movement, Helga ceased her actions, while Arnold discovered he could not continue his. Because, at the moment, Arnold found himself having Helga straddling him, while he in turn found his mouth very close to hers.

Time stood still, both too shock to make any sort of movement. Arnold could not turn himself away, nor did he desire to rectify the situation anytime soon. His body was starting to respond, which he knew Helga was starting to feel, judging by how red her face was turning. Before she could bolt, and before he lost his nerve, Arnold forcefully grabbed her waist, effectively keeping her from escaping, pulling her tighter against him.

Naturally, Helga was caught off guard, Arnold knowing that he had never been this assertive. It was not long before the shock turned to confusion, then arousal, and he took her lack of resistance as unspoken permission to continue. Closing the short distance between them, his lips crashed against hers.

Helga immediately relaxed, her mouth yielding to Arnold's. When his tongue began to probe her lips, she willingly granted him entrance. It rapidly became a sensual tango, one fervently seducing the other, neither wanting to surrender control. Arnold tore himself away, only to continue his exploration down Helga's throat, biting and sucking aggressively, taking pleasure that he was, in an animalistic way, marking her as his. She in turn leaned back, moaning softly, wantonly grinding her hips against him.

Arnold could barely control his carnal urges as he tore himself away, only to roughly grab Helga's shirt and whip of off of her, and then quickly discarded his own. Reaching around, he pulled her flush against him, attacking her mouth once more. However, this time he did not hold anything back, savagely stroking, trying to possess as much of her as he could. Feeling Helga's nails digging into his back to pull him closer, Arnold knew that she was trying to do the same.

Pulling her bra straps down, Arnold started making his way back down her neck, alternating between biting, kissing, and licking. Gasping in pleasure, Helga once again leaned back, continuing her exotic dance against him, which he knew would cause him to lose complete control at any second. He could not remember even being so turned on, and there were still several layers of clothes needing to be discarded. When his trail ended with meeting the barrier of her lacy purple bra, Arnold pulled himself back.

Looking at Helga, her hair tousled, lips swollen, breathing heavily, Arnold felt his body was on fire. She wanted him, and there was no doubt that he wanted her. He could easily imagine how he would continue, pinning her beneath him, tasting every inch of her, wrenching more of those erotic sounds from her, pulling her hips to meet the rhythm of his own. As strong as his desire was, he could see it was reflected in her eyes, the way she was watching him through half lidded eyes, eyes that were dark with need and want.

Yet, Arnold knew that once this night was over, neither he nor Helga would be able to get it back. Making love for the first time, for any relationship, was meant to be special. Although they had been friends for several years, they had yet to take the step forward to be something more. Hell, Helga didn't even know of his feelings yet, and she had yet to confess hers. As much as he wanted to continue, Arnold knew that he needed to stop.

Swallowing hard, and with as much control as he could muster, he finally spoke, "I cannot tell you how much I want this, but we have to stop."

Helga looked at Arnold in confusion for several minutes. Finally, in a broken voice, she replied, "What?"

Arnold fingers started to trail up and down her back in what he hope was comforting gesture, "Helga, I want this, have wanted this even before I saw you with Arnie. When I saw you with him, I got jealous, which even now is hard for me to admit. I want that connection with you, and I want you to want it with me, too." He started to blush as he added, "And while I thoroughly enjoy connecting with you this way, I want to know you on all levels, body and soul."

Helga smirked as she asked, "What about mind?"

"Yeah, knowing you as long as I have, and through all the fights that we've had, I have knowing your mind down pat," Arnold answered. Leaning forward, he gently touched his forehead to hers, closing his eyes. "I don't want to go back to being just friends. After this, I'm not so sure that we could."

Arnold felt Helga lift her head up. Opening his eyes, her smile greeted him. She gently touched her lips to his in a tender kiss. When she pulled back, she said, "I don't want that, either. I have always wanted to be with you, even when you wanted to be with Lila…"

Placing a finger to her lips, Arnold interrupted, "Don't go there. I want to focus on the now, not the past," and gently cupping her face, he added, "Let's start slow. Helga, would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"

He could tell she did not want to give him an immediate answer, pretending to mull it over. After several minutes, she answered, "Sure, Football Head. I've got nothing better to do."

"As entertaining as this appears to be, I must request that Arnold put his shirt back on. Helga, you're okay as you are, "a familiar voice said from the other side of the room.

"ARNIE!" yelled both Arnold and Helga.