Summer Camp

There's so much that one can do with Arnold and Helga's relationships, and
for the most part, I see them in adult situations when they're children, and it personally
freaks me out a little. I know that they're at the age where girls aren't icky anymore, and
hormones are starting to rear their ugly little heads, but come on people! They're ten!

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SUMMER CAMP
Chapter 3: Dancing Amongst Fireflies

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Helga moaned into Arnold's shoulder blade. He certainly had skills that could send her over the edge in any given situation, and that evening was no difference. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and gripped her hands together around his neck, feeling her body involuntarily shudder. A wave of pleasure washed over her skin and she clamped down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out. Arnold laughed softly and reached up the hand that was previously occupied to cup her clenched fist. "You okay?" He asked warmly.

Helga opened one eye blearily. "Fine," she panted. 'Exhausted, of course, but fine nevertheless. Wonderful to be exact.' she thought desperately. She wanted more, but midnight had already come and went, and she knew she had to get up early the next morning. "Ar -- Arnold," she breathed and her eyes widened when his mouth found hers. Her pants grew softer until her breathing returned to normal. Arnold lightened the kiss until he was just softly pressing against her. She smiled and played with the hair around his ears, ignoring the beads of sweat running down from his temple.

Arnold smiled to himself as he broke contact with the girl's mouth and held her simply in his arms. 'No one will ever be able to say she's not passionate,' he thought with a warm blush. He sighed and turned onto his back, pulling Helga with him so that she was lying on top of his body. "We have got to do this more often," he breathed and just as the words left his mouth, he felt his cheeks grow hot. Helga blushed at his bluntness and chuckled. "You know what I mean," he muttered, brushing a few strands of blond hair out of his companion's eyes.

Helga nodded and turned her gaze away. "Arnold, I've been meaning to ask you something," she whispered, almost unsure of what his reaction would be. She looked up to see Arnold waiting patiently for her to continue. "If we're going to be doing this, what does that make us?"

Arnold stared at her confused. "What do you mean?" He asked.

Helga sighed sadly. "We can't be labeled as lovers, seeing as we aren't, you know, in love," she winced at her own inability to tell him how she truly felt, nor did she see him flinch as if shot through the heart. "It's not really friends with benefits, since we aren't really friends either, and it can't be a fling or a one-night-stand since we've done this more than once."

The blond boy smiled and held the girl tighter in his arms. "I don't see why you want to be labeled, Helga. I thought you hated that." He chuckled at the bewilderment on the girl's face and brought a hand up to cup her cheek. "I thought we were friends, anyway, so I guess if you want to label us, the closest thing would be friends with benefits." He felt her sigh against his chest, although no sound came out. He shook his head slowly, knowing that he should have been making her feel better. "And I gotta admit, Helga," he said, tilting her chin up so that he could look into her eyes, "they're some pretty wonderful benefits." He laughed when he noticed the deep shade of pink she turned. "Come on. We should get back to the camp."

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Helga sighed and pulled her hair off the back of her neck, relaxing slightly as the air conditioner blew cold air onto the sweat drenched skin. That day had turned out to be one of the hottest ones that she had ever experienced as far as the camp had gone. She jumped when the door to the arts and crafts cabin opened and the camp director allowed himself to walk inside. "Hot out there," he muttered, pointing a thumb behind him to indicate the weather. "You're lucky, Miss Pataki. You're one of the few counselors here who actually get a break from the heat." Helga nodded slowly, mentally turning over why the director would pay her a visit in the middle of the day. Soon, however, she got her answer. "Helga, I understand that you and Arnold would like to request a weekend where you take our teenagers on an overnight camping excursion?"

Helga's eyes lit up and she nodded. "That's right, Mr. Turner. I was thinking we could roast marshmallows, and tell ghost stories and such. It'd be a great learning experience as well," the wheels in her head turned as she noted that the director also served as a principal during the winter hours. "Arnold and I could teach them about the constellations, and teamwork, and," she silenced herself when the director held up his index finger.

"That's enough, Miss Pataki," he said sharply as a couple of students made their way into the building, chatting among themselves. "We'll talk more about this at a later time. I would like to see you two in my office later tonight. Say, during rest hour?"

Helga nodded. "Seven's fine with me."

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Arnold blinked back in surprise as he closed the door behind him. They didn't even have to make an argument as to why it would be a good idea for fifteen hormone-crazed teenage boys to spend the night with fifteen hormone-crazed teenage girls. The camp director easily allowed it. Arnold cast a side glance to Helga and saw she was in just as much shock as he was. He reached down and grabbed her hand, squeezing it slightly. Helga looked up at him, her jaw slightly dropped. Arnold bit back the sudden urge to lean forward and kiss her, but held himself back. It wouldn't do well to show his affection for her in public. He looked around and spotted the empty dance hall. Smirking, he yanked her toward the building, and pulled her inside, slamming the door behind her. Happily he lifted her in his arms and spun her around. "We get to go on a camping trip," he whispered as he brought her close. "We're taking our kids out for a weekend, and we didn't even have to argue our position."

Helga smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist, dangling her arms over his broad shoulders. "I don't understand why people say he's tough," she muttered and touched her forehead to Arnold's. "He didn't even put up a fight." She gasped when Arnold's hand left her back and went up to caress her cheek, tenderly. She smiled and leaned into the warm touch, longing for him to caress her even more. She got her wish when he leaned forward to allow her to set her feet back on the ground, and pulled her close.

"Helga," he muttered softly and brushed her lips with his. He desperately wanted to tell her, but his mouth wasn't cooperating. It insisted on kissing her and not releasing his secret. Arnold sighed against her lips and pressed himself into her, deciding that it would be better to just kiss her and save his secret for later. He felt her arms tighten around his neck as he pulled her to him, pressing his torso against hers, flattening her breasts against his chest in the process. He loved the way her hips curved in slightly to match his own body. She groaned aloud when he began to dig his pelvis into her groin erotically.

"A-Arnold," she panted, eyes half lidded. "We can't. Not here." She desperately wanted him to take her, however, but she was right. Time was not on their side, nor was their location. Arnold broke the deepening kiss and pulled his pelvis away from the girl, wincing at the uncomfortable lack of a touch between them. She whimpered when he pulled away from her and smoothed out his clothing.

"No, I don't suppose we can," he said, frustrated at the pressing tightness he felt in his shorts. He groaned in annoyance and proceeded to walk toward the doors. Helga sighed and ran up to catch up with him, grabbing his arm. He glared at her but softened when she saw tears in her eyes. Helga never cried, so this was something completely new. Had he really hurt her that much? "Tonight, then," he whispered, dipping his head so that his lips were against her neck. "Our special spot?" Helga nodded and ran a hand through his goldenrod colored hair, sending a warm chill down his spine.

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Arnold waited for her by the lake in annoyance. She had told him she would meet him there half an hour ago. "Typical girl," he muttered to himself as he checked his watch for the thousandth time that evening. He rolled his eyes angrily. "When she gets here, I'm gonna ravish her for being late."

"Maybe I should be late more often then," a voice called out loud, making Arnold jump. He spun around and saw Helga emerging from the brush, dressed in a short blue skirt and a tight pink collared shirt. The top three buttons of the collared shirt were undone, revealing the top of her creamy breasts. Arnold bit his lip to keep himself from rushing at her.

He shook his head and forced his eyes to look at her face instead of her body. "What kept you?" He asked, walking over to her, sliding his arms around her waist. He inhaled the scent of strawberries and smiled, dipping his lips to her collarbone.

"The girls," she whispered harshly as he trailed his tongue up over her collarbone and began to nibble on her neck, "wouldn't go to sleep." She gasped when he began to suck gently on the flesh. Thank God she had brought makeup with her to camp, she thought desperately when his ministrations became harder and faster. Or rather, thank Phoebe. The petite asian girl had been the one who had told Helga that she should bring some, just in case. Helga smirked at the thought of Phoebe being psychic. Her thoughts came crashing down when Arnold's palm moved to her stomach, pushing up her shirt so that her skin was revealed to the night sky.

"You're beautiful," Arnold whispered into her neck, causing Helga to temporally loose her balance. He quickly caught her before she fell to the ground and laughed at her shocked expression. "Well, you are, Helga," he said, and trailed a set of kisses down her cleavage. "Beautiful in every way." He pressed his pelvis against her for the second time that day, and laughed as she jumped slightly.

Helga nearly swooned as his warm breath met her cold skin. She could feel his erection through both his clothes and hers, and on top of that, he had called her beautiful. She was in heaven. "Is this my punishment for being late?" She whispered as Arnold's palm grazed over her exposed leg and then traveled north, pushing the skirt up around her waist. She gasped when she felt his fingers peel her panties to one side and then slip into her moist folds. "Fuck," she gasped when he wiggled his fingers around inside of her. Standing was becoming near impossible, and she grabbed him by the shoulders, hoping to steady herself.

Arnold saw the desperate need to be either sitting or lying down and removed his fingers from her body, choosing instead to swoop her into his arms. She opened her mouth, but he quickly hushed her with a swift kiss. He broke the kiss and motioned with his head toward the rock formation and waterfall where he had first encountered Helga's body and she him. Arnold took the back way up and gently set Helga down on the stone floor, kneeling with her. He straddled himself over her and leaned down, gently brushing his lips to the nape of her neck. "I told you before but I'm going to say it again," he said hoping she wouldn't take the easy way out this time. "If you want me to stop, just let me know, okay?" He brought himself up to look serenely into her eyes.

Helga stared up at him sadly and nodded. "I don't want you to stop," she whispered and he kissed her.

Slowly, his hand trailed up from her knee to the outside of her thigh, and once more her skirt was pushed up around her waist. Arnold broke the kiss to stare down at her light pink panties and smirked. "You always did love pink," he whispered. Helga squirmed uncomfortably, and he quickly added, "it looks good on you."

He slowly moved his hand to the inside of her thigh, and proceeded to move her panties away once more, dipping a finger into her folds. He felt, rather than heard, her gasp and clench her muscles around his digit. Slowly, he pumped his finger into her, taking his time to fully explore her blossoming womanhood. After a while, he added a second finger, and pumped slightly faster, but not so fast as to hurt her. Helga jumped when he accidentally hit his thumb against a small bundle of nerves. "Arnold," she cried, gasping his name.

Arnold stared at her in shock and fear. "Did I hurt you," he asked quickly, removing his fingers from her. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the girl under him. She shook her head and pulled him on top of her, arms and hands shaking slightly.

"Do that again," she whispered, spreading her legs slightly. Arnold blushed at her blunt remark and followed her orders. He had sent her over the edge the night previous with his minstrations, but never had she ordered him to touch a specific part of her body with so much passion. It must have been something about that one part of her body that drove her crazy. He continued his work and intentionally brushed his thumb against the set of nerves once more. He smiled when she gasped out loud and began to pant. The night previous, it had taken him much longer to get her to pant like that. Curiously, he brushed over them once more, and the same reaction occured.

Helga waited patiently for Arnold to figure out exactly what part of her body she enjoyed being touched on the most, and soon he was running his thumb over it with every couple of thrusts. He fell into a pattern and the girl felt her body flare up. She quickly clenched her muscles around his fingers and rode out her pleasure, breathing his name. "Criminy, Arnold," she whispered softly and fell back into contentment.

Arnold stared at her in near shock. It took her less time tonight than it had the night before. Apparently, there was something about that little sac of nerves that made her body react like it did. He smiled and removed his fingers from her folds, staring at the moisture that had covered the digits. He wanted badly to taste her and watched in amusement at her reaction when he stuck his fingers in his mouth. He mumbled softly and slowly removed his fingers from his mouth. "Yum," he said with a devious smirk.

Helga swallowed the lump in her throat and blushed darkly. "I can't believe you did that," she whispered in astonishment. He shrugged and leaned back against the cold rocks in contentment

"What's the big deal?" He wondered aloud and slowly closed his eyes, willing away his erection. Helga probably wouldn't want to do anything else after that experience. His eyes shot open when Helga's hand touched the bulge in his pants, springing his erection back to life. "H-Helga," he stuttered as she began to massage him through both his boxers and the jean shorts. "W-What are you doing?" He asked despite the fact he knew the answer already.

Helga teased him by running a finger down his torso and played around with the zipper on his pants. "You gave me what I want," she said seductively, traveling her fingers under Arnold's shirt and up over his chest. She leaned forward and took the zipper of his shorts in her teeth, slowly pulling it down. All the while, she used her hands to undo the button and continue massaging him. She slowly pulled his shorts down to his knees and stared in fascination at the bulge that was trying to escape from the plad boxers.

Arnold flushed red as Helga began to tug at his boxers. Quickly he lifted his hips, allowing her easier access to remove the fabric, sighing in contentment when his erection made contact with the cold air. He watched as Helga wrapped her hands around it, and slowly lowered her head. "Helga," he whispered, both excited and nervous about what she was doing. He gasped when her lips touched the head of his penis and slowly parted, allowing him entrance to her mouth.

Arnold's head tipped back as she continued, bobbing her head up and down, and oh! the things she could do with that tongue. Within minutes, Arnold felt his body shudder involuentarily and he rode out his pleasure. He blinked back stars and saw Helga licking the palm of her hand. "Yum is right," she said with a smirk and brushed back her hair.

Arnold pushed himself to kneel and wrapped his arms around her. "That was incredible," he whispered in her ear, his knees shaking. Helga smiled and allowed herself to fall into his arms, holding him gently. Time seemed to stand still as they both caught their breath. "Guess we should go now," Arnold said as he saw the moon slowly begin to sink over the tops of the trees.

Helga nodded and pushed herself to her feet. "Yeah," she muttered. "We need to tell our kids tomorrow that we're taking them camping." She sighed and brushed her skirt off. The last thing she needed was to come back and have her kids see her look like she had been doing something against camp rules.

Arnold stood also and pulled up his boxers and shorts, ignoring the fact his shirt was crumpled. He smiled as he saw Helga untie her hair and then re-tie it into a ponytail. He walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulderblade. "Helga," he whispered softly, feeling his heart race. It was now or never.

"Mmm?"

"I love you."