Summer Camp

Okay, so there wasn't much that was changed in the first chapter, and personally,
I think that's best. There wasn't any action in the first chapter either, but that's not to say there
won't be a lot in this one. I wanted to focus mostly on Arnold and Helga's relationship and how
they get to where their going, and not just jump right into the reason everyone comes to this site.

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SUMMER CAMP
Chapter 2: The First Encounter

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Two weeks had gone by with no problems, save for the normal splinter incidents, or tiny feuds between cabin members, but those were average. Arnold enjoyed the time that he spent with the boys and loved every second of his time with Helga and her group. He secretly envied her. After all, girls seemed to be much easier to take care of than the fifteen boys. He enjoyed teaching archery and karate, and liked the occasional early morning swim in the ocean or the pool. He loved the evening jogs that he sometimes took through the forest. The liked the scent of the woods and the absolute feeling of freedom that had rushed through his veins. This was nothing like the city, where he was trapped by stone structures and cement pathways. Nature was always better, in his opinion.

One early morning, Arnold forced himself to roll out of bed and put a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on. Today was the day that he was going to go to his secret place; his lake with the waterfall. Today was the only day that the kids didn't have anything to do, save for swimming at the pool, or whatever they wanted to do, and he knew that they weren't going to get up early.

He yawned as he pulled on a pair of socks and his best running sneakers and silently tiptoed out of the cabin. The sun wasn't even up, and Arnold knew that it wasn't going to rise for a good half-hour, which would be perfect timing. Stretching, he glanced over at the girls' cabin and smiled to himself. Helga would be asleep, probably curled into a ball under the covers, snoring softly. His smile widened as he thought more and more about her. There was just something different about the way she was acting around him. Something familiar, but at the same time, not. She was different, all right, but he liked it. She was the only thing on his mind when he began to take off, but soon she was pushed to the back of his brain. Breathing exercises were brought to the front, and he continued to pace himself as he ran.

About twenty minutes later, Arnold found himself on the edge of the forest, knowing that a little bit further on, he would find the waterfall. He slowed from a brisk run to a fast walk and timed his heartbeats. Just as he rounded a corner, he froze in his tracks. There, not more than a few yards away, Helga stood at the water's edge, clad in nothing but a large, bath towel. Arnold gasped and quickly ducked behind a tree. If she had seen him, he knew she wouldn't hesitate into pounding him into a tiny pulp. Hell, if she saw him staring at her, she'd kill him. Arnold peeked from behind the tree and watched as she put a toe into the cool water. His eyes widened as she slipped the towel from around her arms and allowed it to fall from her body, revealing cream colored breasts and darkened nipples. Arnold rubbed his eyes to make sure that he wasn't actually dreaming all of this. Helga was actually standing at the water's edge, naked. Arnold tried to swallow the lump that had appeared in his throat, but found the task to be near to impossible as she waded thigh-deep into the water. Arnold's eyes betrayed him as he found himself staring at the light curls of her pubic area. The tightness in his shorts scared him and he pressed himself into the tree, trying to conceal the majority of his body. Sweat trailed down his brow and soon he tasted the bitterness of blood against his lip. He gasped and noticed that in his gawking at his childhood companion, he had bitten down on his bottom lip. Licking it away, he continued to watch as Helga waded deeper into the water.

If Helga had known he was there, she wouldn't have allowed him to stand there, watching her for so long, but since she didn't know of his location, she continued her course toward the falls. Arnold held her fast with unblinking eyes and saw her swim toward a small ledge behind the waterfall. He knew that the ledge would be the perfect place to take a shower under the waterfall, and also that there was an alternate route to it. Slowly, he made his way around trees and stones until he found the path and began to climb it. What am I doing? he found himself thinking more than once, but still his legs continued to press on. He watched in fascination from a secret hiding place as Helga pulled herself onto the ledge and stepped under a small gush of water jetting down from a gap in the rocks. She hummed to herself as the water trickled down over her body.

The tightness in Arnold's shorts was beginning to get unbearable, and soon he found himself slowly stroking his length through the cotton. Arnold bit his lip once more to keep himself from uttering small gasps and frightening Helga. His eyes widened when she ran her fingers through her soaked hair and moaned gently into the falls. The water ran down her cream colored body like dew on a rose and Arnold felt himself growing hotter, in what he came to know as the deepest blush he ever experienced. Slowly and quietly, he shed his t-shirt and pressed himself into the cold rocks, hoping that they would cool him off enough to get out of there without being spotted.

A few minutes went by and the sun was beginning to rise. Gentle rays of sunlight bounced off the water and emphasized the drops that were running down her skin. Arnold felt his breathing quicken and he quickly shed the rest of his clothing.

He watched in awe as she massaged the water into her skin and soon, enough was enough. Arnold pushed himself to a strong standing position and quickly, but quietly, made his way toward the girl. Luckily, her back was to him and she had her eyes closed, so sneaking up on her wasn't a problem. He was close enough to touch her. The crisp water bit into his cheeks, and cooled him. He braced himself for a reaction as he lunged, pinning her arms to her side by wrapping his arm around her and silencing her by shutting her mouth with his free hand. She squealed in his grasp and struggled against his bondage, but he was too strong for her.

"Helga, don't," he demanded and immediately she froze. She muttered his name against his hand, the word almost incoherent. She squealed as he pressed the front of his body into her back, pulling her closer to him. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't scream." She nodded and he slowly released her mouth, choosing instead to wrap the arm around her shoulder, to further enhance her bondage.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Football Head," she demanded, although secretly she wanted him to continue holding her. Her mind tried to scream out that they were both naked, but she seemed to have shut off any reaction to it. Her heart was pounding in her ears, not from fright anymore, but from excitement. She wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss the boy she had come to love deeply on the mouth.

Arnold felt the desirable urge to make love to her at that very moment, and his brain seemed to have shut off from all logical and reasonable responses. His arms loosened around her shoulders and they dipped beneath beneath her arms until they were wrapped around her torso. "I don't know, Helga," he breathed huskily. "But if you want me to stop, just say so."

Truth be told, Helga didn't want him to stop, especially when inexperienced hands roamed from her stomach to her breasts and began to massage them tenderly. Helga grit her teeth at the sensations and leaned back into his chest. Her eyes closed in passion and she felt her legs try to give out. Arnold knew that she was about to fall to her knees and quickly caught her before she did so. Knowing that soon, his legs would give out as well, he pulled her into his arms and proceeded to sit down, allowing her to straddle his hips. Helga's eyes widened as she felt his member growing even stiffer underneath her. She smiled at him and allowed him to continue molding his hands into her chest. "You know, if we get caught," she breathed, "we can get fired."

Arnold laughed gently, not expecting anything like that to come out of her mouth. Insults, yes. Threats, sure. But logic? Usually he was the logical and responsible one, but the beauty straddling him was just enough to cause his brain to partially shut down. "No one knows we're here," he muttered, leaning into her skin, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses from her chin to her cleavage. His brain ignored the desperate plea to stop what he was doing and go back to reality as he nibbled gently on her neck. "And it's still early morning. Everyone's still asleep."

Helga blushed at his forwardness. "Arnold," she moaned as his mouth caught a nipple and he sucked gently on it. She felt her hands leave his shoulders and trail up to his hair. The familiar and intoxicating scent of lavender and citrus rushed to her nostrils and she swooned. She gasped when Arnold released her from his mouth and stared at her. Her blush darkened and she turned away. "Sorry," she muttered.

Arnold laughed and cupped her face gently. "You know if anyone back home found out about this, I don't think any of them will let us live it down." He smiled and leaned forward, covering her lips with his. Helga jumped at the kiss and smiled into his lips. It was the first time in nineteen years that he had ever kissed her. If she hadn't been nearly sitting down, she would have collapsed onto the stone.

Arnold gasped when he felt Helga lower herself to a more comfortable position, unintentionally brushing herself next to his member. He winced in pleasure as his member twitched and brushed against the warm wetness. He wanted her, badly, and they both knew it. They pulled away from the tight kiss they shared and stared into each other's eyes. "Arnold," Helga said, clearing her throat. "I...I don't think I'm ready for this." She lowered her eyelids and turned away.

Arnold smiled and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Then this is as far as we'll go," he whispered, even though he was slightly disappointed. He would have to find a different way to get the release he needed so badly. He jumped when Helga pressed her lips back to his, as well as her torso into his chest. "Helga?" He muttered into her mouth.

She broke the kiss and rested her head in the crook of his neck. "I don't want this to be the furthest we'll ever go," she whispered, turning a bright pink. Arnold blinked back surprise and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she adjusted herself so that they were both a bit more comfortable. "Arnold, I can't really explain it, but..."

Arnold quickly cut her off. "Then don't. Don't try to explain anything to me." He groaned when the sunlight reached a point in-between the trees and cast a ray directly into his eyes. "We'd better get cleaned up and go back to camp before everyone starts waking up." Helga nodded and stood, bracing herself on the wall as Arnold followed suit. He quickly rushed back to the path, grabbing his clothing and shoes as he left. She watched from a distance as he clamored into his clothing and disappeared behind the trees.

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The next couple of days went by without any awkwardness between Arnold and Helga, but the same couldn't be said for the boys in Arnold's cabin. Chad, the oldest of the boys had taken a liking to both swimming and arts and crafts, especially since Helga was the counselor for both of them. In the few short weeks that they were there, a vast majority of the boys had thought of, if not fallen for, Helga Pataki. Elijah, the youngest of the entire cabin, seemed to be the only one who didn't want her in some sexual way.

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Night dropped over the camp as Helga finished filling the last of the socks with flour. She turned to her girls and smiled. "Okay, so here's the plan. Alice and Abby," she said, looking toward a set of twin brunettes, "you two fall back to the rear and stay by the archery course. If a boy comes your way, wack him." She looked at a girl with short cropped hair. "Karen, you be the guard for the jail. Hanna, you be her guard. Don't be afraid to hide in some bushes." The girl to Karen's right saluted. "Christina, Gail, and Odette, you three are going to be our offensive. You're the fastest runners, or so I've been told. Don't be afraid of hitting them. They're just boys, and girls have always been better than boys." She finished giving out the plays to the girls and handed them each two socks filled with flour. "Now, let's go out there and get them!"

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Helga grunted as one of the boys swung a sock of flour just a little too hard and smacked her in the shoulder. She pouted, half-annoyed half-in pain and allowed him to lead her to their "jail", which only really consisted of four orange cones placed in a square. She smiled brightly when she noticed that none of her girls were in the make-shift prison and that the boy who was guarding it, looked as if he was one of the few left. She sighed, catching her breath as she sunk down to the ground. She stretched, knowing that she might as well have a little bit of rest before skillfully escaping the box.

The boy looked down at Helga and blushed, although under the cloak of darkness, she couldn't see it. "Um, Helga, can I ask you something?" He wondered aloud. Helga looked up and smiled.

"I don't see why not. You just demonstrated that you're perfectly capable of asking a question." She laughed at his bewildered expression and waved it off. "I'm just playing, Charlie. Shoot."

The boy named Charlie sighed before pressing on. "Well, a couple of the guys and I were just wondering. I mean, we've all talked about it, and we just wanted to know if you had a boyfriend?" Helga froze in shock. This boy, who couldn't have been more than fifteen was asking her if she had a boyfriend, which obviously meant one of two things. Either he was asking her for himself, or for a friend. She shook off the shock and looked at him.

"Why is that your business?" She demanded, reverting back to her nine-year old self, ready to build up a wall around her as quick as possible. How dare he ask a question like that. Just who did he think he was? Charlie shrugged and turned around, obviously trying to make it seem like he didn't ask the question. She blinked in confusion. Why would he ask her such a question and then when she demanded a response, pretend that things were normal? More importantly, if he wasn't asking for himself, who exactly was he asking for. She felt her heart race at the possibility that Arnold would be the one to have asked him. Just the thought of Arnold thinking of her in that way sent a warm tingle down her spine. She blushed deeply at the thought of their actions earlier that week and hid her face in her knees. Slowly, life continued, as did the game, ending with a victory for the girls.

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Helga looked out the window of her bedroom and sighed up at the crescent in the sky. The days seemed to melt quickly into weeks and soon she had lost all but a little control of the days of the week. As is usual with summer, the night was near the hundreds in temperature and Helga felt her body sweat beneath the blankets. Unlike the rest of the cabin, her room was not air-conditioned, so she had to rely on a tiny fan. After a few minutes of tossing and turning in the warm sheets, Helga tore the blanket off her body and stood up, pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. She grabbed a pink ribbon from off of her dresser and allowed herself to tie a bow into the strands, forcing them to stay still.

She jumped when a tap sounded on her windowpane and she spun around. She beamed when she saw the familiar football shaped head and corn colored hair poking in to look at her. She quickly rushed over to her window and pulled it open. "Hey, Arnold," she whispered, her heart beating three times faster than it should have.

Arnold smiled at her and reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Care for a walk?" He asked politely, staring at her through half lidded eyes. She nodded and held up a finger, giving him the signal to give her a minute to get ready. A few minutes later, she exited, heart pounding, the cabin and met Arnold at the base of the steps.

He cleared his throat nervously and glanced sideways at her. "I heard that one of my boys asked you a question earlier about a certain boyfriend?" Helga blushed and narrowed her eyes.

"He wanted to know if I had a boyfriend, not about a certain boy." She huffed in annoyance and turned to look at her companion. "What I don't understand is why he asked me that question. Boys aren't usually that inquisitive about that unless they're asking for themselves or for a friend."

He shrugged and looked straight toward the ocean. "I think there might be something I need to tell you, Helga, but I'm kinda afraid you're going to take it the wrong way and get mad." He waited patiently until Helga gave him some kind of sign that she could handle whatever news he gave her without getting mad. "The majority of the boys in my cabin have a thing for you, sexually speaking." Here, Arnold blushed deeply.

Helga froze in her tracks and stared at the boy she had grown up with in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?" She asked in bewilderment. Arnold shook his head and pressed on toward the beach, so that Helga had to run to catch up with him. "But why?" She asked. "I mean, I'm not pretty enough for any of your boys to think that way about me, not that they should." She shuddered at the thought of the fifteen hormone-crazed teenage boys that were in Arnold's cabin.

Arnold felt his cheeks grow hotter at her inability to see her own sexual appeal and turned his gaze down to the ground to hide his embarrassment. "I agree with you that they shouldn't be thinking of a counselor that way, but I can't really blame them." He felt his heart pounding in his chest. Exactly what was he thinking? Where was he going with this?

Helga blushed and fell behind a bit. "Are you saying you think I'm pretty, Arnold?"

Arnold looked over his shoulder at her and nodded. "More than just pretty, Helga. The outdoors has done something to you. Puberty hasn't hurt anything either, you know."

Rushing to catch back up with him, Helga linked her arm with his. "Whatever. I guess it had to happen sooner or later, right? So, where to, Football Head?" she asked.

Arnold chuckled and looked down at the girl. She had definitely lightened up in the past ten years and was more comfortable with being affectionate in public, despite the fact she still pretended she hated him when in the company of their childhood friends. He grinned at her and pointed off the ocean to a small path that led into the woods. "Thought we could go for a swim in the lake," he whispered, feeling his cheeks turn pink again.

She knit her brow in confusion and looked up at him. "I didn't bring my suit with me though," she said and her eyes widened at the sly smirk on his face. A lump formed in her throat when he dropped his head down so that his lips were next to her ear.

"Neither did I," he whispered seductively.