Christmas Miracle in the Cold

Chapter 5 Heat in the Cold

Helga's shoulders shivered as she wrapped her arms around her knees. It was freezing where she was. But that did not matter. She did not feel the cold. She felt hot and angry and miserably unhappy. She could not remember the last time she felt this hurt. Her body was trembling partly from the cold, and partly from the adrenaline still pumping through her veins.

She twitched as she felt a big drop of liquid plop onto her arm. She looked down and blinked to see another drop of liquid fall onto her bare skin. She vaguely realized that she was crying. She was crying big fat tears. She never cried. She hated herself for crying, and yet she did not think less of herself for doing so under the circumstances. And what was more, for the first time in a long long time, she actually felt real anger at Arnold.

There was practically nothing more insulting he could have said to her. And right after he gave her such a wonderful compliment too! Oh why did he have to say that she could not kiss as well as Lila?

That thought made her angry and she suddenly stood up and looked around. She did not really know how she had gotten where she was, but all that mattered was that she was alone. This place was cold though.

Helga looked behind her and saw a stairway leading upwards. She looked right and saw a small sort of laundry room off to the side. There was a washer-dryer, some shelves, and other things. Mostly bare and certainly not pretty. It was probably used by one of Rhonda's family maids. Helga walked forward and rounded the corner of the small hall she was in. As she came around the bend, shimmering moving lights met her eyes and she blinked.

She had entered what must have been the main basement area and it was almost completely taken up by a very large pool. It was uncovered, and several open swimming lanes were before her. So this is what Rhonda's father had paid for? Helga let out a loud sniffle and walked towards the edge of the water. She stepped carefully because she saw patches of ice on the ground where water had splashed. Jeez, what was with this place? Had the heating broken?

"Stupid game. Stupid closet. Stupid Arnold. Sniffle I finally get a chance to kiss Arnold, and what does he do? He talks about Lila."

In frustration Helga knelt down on the lip of the pool. This was the deep end. The bottom must have been ten or twelve feet down. She slapped the water with her hand, splashing a wave away from herself, and then shivered as her fingers protested. The water was icy cold.

"Didn't Rhonda say this place was super cool? Pfft! More like frozen. I wonder if they have the heating in this place yet?"

She shivered more, and squatted down fully on the lip of the pool. She drew her knees up to her chest. She continued to splash the water this way and that, not really feeling the cold that bit at her fingers. Still feeling numb inside from what just happened, she mumbled again, "Stupid Arnold. Stupid Game. How am I supposed to be super nice to him now?"

After a few minutes her eyes were still puffy and watering, but she was beginning to feel a little better. She just stared at the cold rippling surface of the water and tried to cool off. In a few moments more, she reminded herself that she had in fact, just made out with Arnold, and that cheered herself up a bit.

Helga was concentrating on the water in front of her, splashing it carefully so she did not get herself wet. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she did not hear someone come down the stairs behind her. Nor did she hear that someone step quietly down the small hallway and onto the freezing concrete floor behind her where she squatted near the pool.

"Criminey Arnold," Helga grumbled to herself as she stared at her reflection in the water. "I was really enjoying kissing you. Why'd ya hafta go mess it up?"

"I'm sorry Helga." came a voice from behind her.

"AaaAaAAaaaAAAaahhh...!!!" she screamed, completely startled as she lurched forward in surprise. SPLASH!

Helga plunged in face first and found herself deep in freezing cold water. It happened so fast that she struggled to get her bearing on which way was up and what direction the pool wall was. It took her a second, her vision was clouded with tears and pool water, and she was completely disorientated. Her crying certainly didn't help with holding her breath.

If she had been wearing more clothes, it might have been harder for her to swim. But she barely felt the tugging resistance of her light party dress, though her shoes were a nuisance. As she breached the surface several seconds later, she felt a large splash next to her and a big wave washed over her head.

"Pft! Pffft! Wha-what the heck?" she coughed as she gasped for breath.

Suddenly Arnold, still in his clothes, bobbed to the surface of the pool next to her. He reached out and grabbed her roughly by the arm as he said, "It's alright Helga, I've got you!"

Helga scowled angrily at him and pulled out of his grip. "What do you mean, you've got me? I can swim doofus!"

At this, Arnold blinked in surprise as he treaded the icy water. "Oh, uh... sorry. I guess I just, well, sort of jumped in after you," he admitted sheepishly.

Helga grunted once in response and then again her body began to shake slightly from the cold. God the water was freezing. She swam towards the exit ladder.

Pulling themselves out of the pool, Helga and Arnold both began to shiver as the chilly basement air quickly penetrated their wet and soaked skin and clothing.

"Let's go upstairs," suggested Arnold.

"We-well Duh!" stammered Helga.

As Arnold lead the way back towards the stairway, Helga's heart sank as she thought this party could not get much worse. She was wet, she was very cold, she was unhappy and she was feeling hurt. What else could go wrong?

They reached the top of the stairs and stopped. Helga waited for Arnold to open the door, but he seemed to have halted for some reason. "C-c-come on f-foot-ball head. I'm c-c-cold. Let's go!" she chided.

"I'm t-trying Helga. It w-won't open," he answered as he too began to shiver slightly.

Too cold and too angry for words, Helga simply pushed Arnold out of the way and grabbed the doorknob herself. She turned the handle and heaved at the door. The latch clicked open and the door moved. It moved a whole centimeter and stopped as it thudded into something big and heavy.

"Now what!?" exclaimed Helga in exasperation. She was really starting to shiver and she was losing feeling in her fingers now. Man it was cold down here.

Without saying anything, Arnold put his wet shoulder to the door and pushed as well. They both strove to force the door open, but whatever was blocking the door from opening, it was big and very heavy. They could not budge it.

This was the last straw for Helga and she simply lost her patience.

"LET US OUT!" she screamed at the top of her voice, stamping her foot in frustration.

Arnold winced at the volume of her shout, but he joined in too, calling for help. Together they shouted and shouted for several minutes, expecting to hear answers at any moment. But to their astonishment, no one called back. Helga's screams became louder and more frantic as the minutes ticked by. She screamed until her shivering become so bad she could barely shout "Help!"

By now Arnold was shivering powerfully, but Helga was positively shaking all over as her body convulsively tried to warm itself. No one knew they were down in the basement, they were apparently trapped there and no one was going to come help them. What was worse, Arnold was starting to become very worried about Helga. She looked extremely cold.

As he looked at her where she stood next to him on the top of the stairs, he noticed for the first time that her thin dress was soaked and sticking to her body. He could clearly see her pink nipples poking out rigidly into the wet fabric. He gulped, and shook his head. This was getting them nowhere. They needed to do something or Helga might actually be in real trouble.

"Helga, let's try to find something to dry off with," Arnold suggested.

It showed how bad Helga was feeling that she neither panicked as she usually did nor did argue with him. Together they hurried back down the stairs and began looking for towels. But shockingly, they could not find any. Not a single towel, neither big nor small, could they find anywhere around the pool.

After a moment's search, starting to feel the beginnings of real worry and slight panic, Arnold looked into the small room at the foot of the stairs. It was a laundry room. But the shelves were bare and there was nothing on the floor. In a last ditch effort, shivering so hard his hand shook, he opened the dryer, hoping to find something.

Success! There was a single medium sized blanket.

"Helga!" he shouted, "I f-found s-some-thing."

With trembling hands he pulled out the blanket. Helga was by his side a few seconds later and he had handed it to her. "H-Here." he stammered.

Helga looked at the blanket and then looked at Arnold. She was shivering so hard she was shaking where she stood. "B-b-b-ut we're all w-w-wet. It-it'll ge-get soaked." she stuttered.

Arnold knew she was right. He had not thought really what they would do with it. Their wet clothes would make the blanket much colder.

An idea quickly came to him, but he could hardly bring himself to say it. As he looked at Helga though, with her teeth chattering and her body twitching and spasming all over, he just forced himself to go through with it.

"W-we ne-need to g-get out of these wet c-clothes." he stated. He knew he needed to go first, as he was sure no girl would, so he began pulling off his shirt.

Under different circumstances, Helga would have been ecstatic to watch Arnold strip in front of her. Unfortunately she was shivering far too hard to enjoy it. With any other boy she might have hesitated to get naked in front of him, but not only did she trust Arnold despite what had just happened, she knew he was right about their clothing.

Within a moment, both teens were stripped down completely naked. Arnold acted gentlemanly by looking away from Helga and covering his eyes when she removed her dress. Thankfully by now, their clothes were the primary source of wetness on them. Any water on their skin had mostly evaporated.

With his back to her, Arnold threw the blanket over Helga and stooped to pick up their discarded clothing. He was now beginning to shiver as violently as Helga was. He threw their clothing into the dryer and fumbled with the controls until he got the machine to start the drying cycle. Hopefully their clothes would be done soon.

With their clothing slowly drying, Arnold sat his naked butt down on the cold hard cement floor and shivered. He waited a few seconds. Even with the shivering distracting him, he still felt the urge to open his eyes and peek at Helga's naked body, though she was probably covered by now.

"A-Arnold, wh-what are you d-doing?" stammered Helga next to him.

Arnold did not look around but retorted, "W-What? I'm n-not d-doing any-thing."

"G-get ov-ver h-here!" called Helga.

At these words, Arnold raised his head and half turned towards Helga. He tried to look at her, without in fact looking at her, which basically meant he peeked at her out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, Arnold felt a hand on his bare shoulder. At this he finally turned and saw Helga standing next to him, wrapped in the blanket around her shoulders. She was looking straight down at him.

"C-c-come on." she ordered and with fumbling hands she grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

Arnold tried to protest, asking what she wanted, but Helga simply pulled harder on his arm until he moved. As he stood, he covered him privates with his shaking hands. Still shivering, Helga pulled him out of the small room and into the pool area. There she dragged him over to a full length pool chair. Then without letting go of his arm, she flopped onto the long chair and squirmed into a laying position on it.

Once settled and still maintaining a firm grip on Arnold, Helga looked up at him straight in the eyes. Her face was strangely red as she stared steadily into his green eyes for several seconds. Was she still crying? Her cheeks were red, but her eyes were no longer puffy.

Suddenly, to Arnold's complete amazement, Helga flung the blanket off of herself, revealing her completely naked body to his sight.

Arnold gaped her naked form, smooth and firm, with subtle but definite curves. Helga was slightly thin, giving her hips more shape because of her slim waist. He noted her nipples again, with their pink areolas standing out against her creamy skin. His eyes traveled down to the area between her legs and there his gaze stuck.

Despite the biting cold and the awkward situation, he was mesmerized by the delicate shape of her pubic mound. It looked so... soft, smooth and even a little plump. There was no hair on it yet, or at least none that he could see. There was a small vertical slit near the middle of it. The way her skin seemed to flow between the mound and her soft looking thighs was perfection to his view.

Without a word, Helga abruptly tugged Arnold's arm towards herself where she lay. Immediately Arnold was back in reality and no longer lost somewhere on her body. He held back, not knowing what was going on.

"Wh-what're you d-doing Helga?" he asked, not knowing how far she was planning to go.

"C-cud-ddling, you idiot, t-to sh-share w-warmth!" she stammered back.

At that she gave another mighty pull on Arnold's arm and he stumbled forward to fall onto the pool chair, and of course, on top of Helga. Their naked bodies touched skin to skin. As soon as he was laying on the chair, Helga threw the blanket back over him and wrapped an arm around his back. Underneath the blanket she moved her quivering legs up and managed to snare Arnold's thighs in her own leg grip, holding him tight.

They were close, their naked bodies pressed together, both shivering from the surprisingly bitter cold. Arnold still had his hands clasped around his genitals, feebly attempting to keep them covered. Helga noticed but said nothing. She squirmed. She rolled and wriggled, not letting go of her grip with her arm or her legs. After much effort and movement, she maneuvered their bodies until they were laying on their sides facing one another. With her arm still around his back, she had managed to press further into him for warmth and get her legs into a better, more tight, position around him. Her legs trembled as she did it, both from cold and from excitement.

With her face now inches from his, Helga once again stared into his green eyes. Arnold was shivering too, she could see it. If they both were not so terribly cold, this would have been amazingly erotic and romantic. Arnold was watching her own face intently.

"C-Come on, Arnold. P-put y-your arms-s a-around-d m-me." she whispered to him.

As it was, Arnold's hands were clasped over his privates, the back of which Helga's inner thighs were currently pressing into. Moving his hands would mean their genitals would be touching. Helga suddenly shivered violently for a second, shutting her eyes and pressing against his chest awkwardly because of his arms. When it was over, she opened her eyes again and stared into his once more, almost pleading.

Arnold released his hold on himself and slithered his arms around Helga's back. He wrapped them tightly around her and hugged her body into his. He felt every inch of her beautiful naked form press into him. He could feel her rigid nipples against his flat boyish chest. He could feel her smooth stomach and thighs touching him. But most of all he noticed the feeling of her pussy mound as it pressed against his penis. She was soft, but cold like he was.

After a moment of hugging each other tight, Arnold became aware that his member, squashed between their two nude forms, felt uncomfortable. As another minute passed and still feeling uncomfortable, he released one arm, reached into between their bodies and adjusted the position of his flaccid shaft. He felt terribly embarrassed by it, and he was sure Helga had noticed. He looked at her face, but was surprised to see she was resting her head on top of his, using his hair almost like a pillow. Her eyes were closed. But what surprised him more than that was the wide smile on her lips.

Arnold might have shrugged it off, except that he was too cold and was held too tightly against Helga. He simply leaned his head back and rested, shivering. Their mutual shaking and spasming made their two bodies rub against each other, in what would have been a very pleasing manner under different circumstances. Minutes passed and gradually their shivering lessened as their bodies began to recover.

Their pressed skins became more sensitive as warmth slowly returned, spreading between their two forms. Arnold wondered how long they had been like this. Minutes? Hours? Surely not that long.

The thought of time brought back memories of why he had come looking for Helga. He had come down here to set things right about his unintended but still hurtful comment from before. As it was, all he had managed to do was practically push Helga into the pool and get her really cold. He still needed to properly apologize.

"I'm sorry Helga," he apologized while looking up at the ceiling, breaking the silence that had set in.

Helga stirred a little, inadvertently rubbing their bodies together, but said nothing.

"I didn't mean to hurt you when I said that," he went on, "I just... it just slipped out. I--"

"Smooth move bucko," Helga cut in, her face still pressed into his blond waves of hair. The memory of his words still hurt, so much so that she still felt angry at him, despite literally hugging him naked.

"You were great Helga," replied Arnold sincerely, hoping to focus on the positive.

Helga blinked. Even after everything, she still liked hearing that. She wanted him to like her. She raised her head to look into his eyes. She wanted to hear this, wanted to believe this. "Really?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered, looking back into her eyes.

"Better than Lila?" she immediately added.

Arnold's lips quirked into an odd smile. He replied, "I've never kissed Lila. I... I thought you were her, in the closet I mean. That's why I said that."

There were a few seconds of silence while Helga thought about this. She could forgive him if he was honestly surprised. But he really hadn't known?

"Do I feel like her? You couldn't tell from... ya know, my body or my hair?" she asked, for the first time her voice sounding tentative.

Arnold shook his head. "No, I never touched your hair." He tried not to think about how her body had felt under his hands then, or how it felt now. He was just starting to feel warm again.

"But I really was good?" asked Helga again.

Arnold nodded.

Helga wanted to smile then. She wanted to believe him. No, she in fact did believe him. She knew Arnold was not lying now. So she was a good kisser, and he... he had enjoyed it.

Her mind whirled for a second as the implications set in. This changed everything. The cold she felt was already receding but now she completely forgot it. The embarrassing fall into the pool felt like it never happened. All she knew at that moment was that she, Helga Pataki, was laying wrapped in a blanket, pressed completely naked against her love Arnold.

Now Helga did smile. She smiled broadly at Arnold. She laid her head back down on his hair to hide her face and sighed. She allowed herself to breath deeply the scent of his hair and his body. That forbidden odor which set her heart to fluttering. The scent she had only managed to steal on rare occasions in school. Now she drank of it deeply.

Then there was the feeling of... everything! She could feel his body all over her own. She knew what he felt like now, his touch! Oh... she could feel his thighs against her. She could feel his.... Her cheeks blushed and she felt her nether regions tingle in warmth and sudden excitement. This was heaven! Better than she could have dreamed of for Christmas.

Now she no longer cared how long they stayed trapped down here. It could be for all of Christmas as far as she was concerned. The longer it was, the more time it meant she could spend cuddling with Arnold.

At that thought, she quirked an eyebrow. How long would they be down here? Surely some time, since no one knew they were here. It would probably be at least an hour, maybe more. That meant she could stay like this for all that time. Helga squeezed Arnold closer with her legs, pressing their groins together. She felt herself tingling more down there.

Then a thought struck her. Why stop at cuddling? They were alone. No one would know or care. She... she could do anything she wanted now, freely. She could... she could be as nice to Arnold as she ever dared.

Now feeling her confidence rising in full force, Helga's joyful smile quirked into a naughty grin.

Helga shifted, releasing her arms from around his back. Arnold looked up, wondering what she was doing. She unwound her legs from him. She then maneuvered Arnold until he lay completely flat underneath her on the chair. Thankfully he complied with her attempts to move him, though he was still perplexed about what she was trying to do.

Helga squirmed over him. It was an effort to keep the blanket wrapped around them, but somehow they managed. At last she was laid out, this time on top of Arnold. She grabbed Arnold's hands and put them on her waist, though very low so they were almost touching her butt cheeks.

She leaned forward, and put her arms around his neck, bringing her head directly above his face. Now looking straight down at him, she let her mischievous grin show. Arnold looked up into her eyes, feeling slightly tense about what was going to happen next.

"Prove it," she said.

With that, Helga bent forward and kissed Arnold on the lips. She kept a firm but tight hold on his neck, preventing him from pulling away. The kiss was firm, but controlled, not wild at first. She let Arnold merely feel her lips pressing into him in the beginning.

After several seconds she pressed harder and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Now Arnold responded. He squirmed, then reached his hands up and managed to pull her off of himself just enough to speak.

"Helga, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Kissing you, dummy," she answered glibly with a smile and then pressed forward again to lock lips once more.

Again Arnold protested and pushed her back. "But Helga, we shouldn't--" he began, but Helga cut him off.

"Shouldn't what?" she questioned, looking him straight in the eye. "I can't kiss you? I can't be nice to you? I can't repay you a little for all the kindness you show to me when I don't deserve it? I can't say thank you for being so wonderful to me every single day? I can't... I can't..." and here Helga's voice faltered a little, becoming choking with emotion. "I can't show you how much you mean to me? How much I... I..." she wanted to say 'love you' but even now she could not.

Instead, she simply pressed forward again to kiss him. This time Arnold did not resist. A second later, he felt hot tears hit his face from Helga's eyes. She was actually crying. Not sure what to do anymore, and beginning to actually feel hot from everything, he just stopped caring and kissed Helga back.

Soon their tongues were dancing between their lips. The feel of Helga's surprisingly soft lips, her tongue touching every part of his mouth, it was a fantastic sensation for Arnold, and before he knew it he began to feel aroused. And when he noticed that he was starting to get hard, he became keenly aware of the fact that Helga was laying on top of him, completely naked. This only made his burgeoning erection harder.

Helga was in heaven. She kissed Arnold with reckless abandon now. At some point she let go of his neck and began running a hand through his hair again. She felt their two bodies rubbing together as they made out. It sent erotic shivers through her body and up her spine. Oh God this was so amazing. So hot! She was loving this. She wanted more.

After a while, Helga became aware that she was wet with arousal. Moisture seeped from her slit, which now throbbed in excitement at the eroticism of the situation. She could feel Arnold's body touching her there, pressing into her. She broke off kissing Arnold, and raised herself slightly on top of him.

Arnold looked up expectantly. "Arnold... I...." began Helga, but trailed off.

The blanket was still wrapped around them for warmth, but did not matter. Helga raised herself at the waist, lifting higher off of Arnold. She brought her legs up along side of him, and awkwardly back down, resting on top of his groin. Her face blushed a deep crimson and was unable to speak.

Helga stared deeply into Arnold's eye now. Her own eyes suddenly felt hot as her emotions swelled. To Arnold it actually appeared as though Helga's pupils were twinkling in the shimmering light cast by the pool. Still Helga said nothing, but slowly she lowered her gaze down to her waist and then down to her pussy, practically dripping with wetness.

Arnold followed her gaze and his eyes trailed down to where his erection was pressed into her labia. There was a bit wet liquid oozing from between Helga's legs where she touched his shaft. Her engorged clit was just visible, actually touching the underside of his cock. He felt himself twitch and then spasm in hardness as he looked again at the first real pussy he had ever seen in his life. If he hadn't been as hard as he could be before, he was now.

Arnold stared for a moment, taking in the view of Helga's beautiful femininity, before she broke his concentration as she touched a hand to his chest. He looked up and saw her gazing again deeply into his face. Her own face was intense, her eyes completely focused on him.

Helga's lips twitched a few times, but she said nothing. After a moment of continuing to peer at him, at last she swallowed hard and whispered very earnestly, "Please...."

At that, Helga slowly moved her hand. She drew it down Arnold's chest, trailing over his stomach, until she came to his groin. Then, very slowly and deliberately, watching for any reaction from Arnold to stop her, she touched Arnold's penis with her finger. Arnold said and did nothing, except that his dick spasmed in response to the touch.

Helga waited a second to see if he would stop her, and then she went on, touching him with the rest of her fingers and then her hand. She felt it for a moment, delicately at first, and then gripping it more firmly. She cooed in actual joy and pleasure as it pulsed warmly in her hand.

Leaning back to get her balance, she brought her other hand down and together they both played with his erect cock. It was slightly slick from her dripping girl juices. Though she was completely fascinated by this organ she had seldom seen and only ever dreamed of touching, she listened and watched for any adverse reaction from Arnold. He did nothing though, merely letting her touch him freely, and Helga was in heaven.

After a few moments of fondling his erect and throbbing member, as well as caressing and toying with his testicles, Helga could deny the heat she felt inside no longer. Her snatch was slick with her juices now, being thoroughly aroused by everything, and she was ready.

Still gripping Arnold's shaft in her hands, she looked up to give her boy one last look for confirmation. Their eyes met and Arnold nodded, not exactly knowing what she was going to do next, but having a fairly good idea.

Helga pulled her knees together on the chair, raising herself a few inches above Arnold. She positioned his cock vertically underneath her, and pressed the bulbous purple head into her lower lips. The head of his penis pressed into her flesh, and then slide smoothly inside, slipping in only a little. Still she gasped at the sudden sensation of intrusion. She gripped his shaft and held it steady, even though it was now becoming slightly slippery from her dripping wetness.

Helga returned her eyes back to Arnold, their gazes locking. After a few seconds, Helga very slowly spread her knees and lowered herself onto Arnold's cock. It took only several seconds for Arnold to penetrate her, but it felt deliciously slow to Helga the whole way. Her insides spread, and were stretched around his boyish erection, as it was impressed fully into her depths. Her girlhood pressed and gripped him as he was slowly inserted into her, but slide with little effort because her wetness was so great.

"Mm-mmph aah-AAaahh," she whimpered as she finally relaxed her knees, sinking completely onto Arnold's lap.

He was all the way in. She closed her eyes to savor it. Helga felt light headed from happiness, not to mention the sexual pleasure. She also felt very full. For a moment, both of them sat very still, simply enjoying the sensation. Helga's adolescent body was surging with pleasure from her now stuffed pussy. She felt the presence of Arnold's foreign member within herself. If she were not already so hot, she would have felt the warmth of it too.

"Does it hurt Helga?" asked Arnold suddenly.

Helga opened her eyes and blinked. She relaxed her face, which was tense from concentration and the almost overwhelming sensations of being so full like this for the first time. She shook her head at Arnold.

"No, I... I don't have it anymore." she answered quietly, her tone sounding almost embarrassed.

Arnold raised an eyebrow in question. "What?" he asked.

"My... cherry, my hymen." she explained. "I uh broke it when... when I fell once." It was embarrassing to admit, but it did not much matter now. It didn't hurt now at least. She was still giving Arnold her virginity, even if not in the physical sense.

After a second, Arnold shrugged it away. Then with an uncertain look on his face, he asked, "Um, should I...?"

Helga smiled warmly at him. She grabbed the back of Arnold's hands where still resting on her hips, and squeezed them. "Let's do it together." she answered.

Using her thighs, she raised herself a little, drawing his slick erect shaft out of her slightly. Then she plunged herself back down heavily on him, feeling his erectness drive deep into her pink tunnel. "AaAaAah!" she exclaimed suddenly.

Arnold gripped her waist tightly, suddenly stopping her. "Helga?" he asked worriedly.

In response, Helga leaned forward to lay on top of his chest. She brought her face within an inch of his and whispered, "You feel wonderful." Then she was kissing him.

She pulled herself up again with her legs and a little more slowly impaled herself again on his shaft. The next time Arnold joined in then, raising his hips to meet her thrust down. Their groins ground together and Arnold's mind swam in sexual sensations. He was surrounded by tight wet warmth all over. It was better than anything he had ever felt before.

Their kisses were sporadic, as both had to concentrate on keeping up their motions and not become lost in the feeling. Eventually they developed a rhythm, thrusting together, and they fucked. Each time Arnold moved in or out of her, Helga felt her now very erect clitoris drag along his shaft. The rubbing motion produced powerful tremors of pleasure that shot throughout her body.

Helga panted and moaned every now and then, and so did Arnold, but they said nothing. For minutes they pounded their bodies together. In a time faster than she expected, Helga felt herself getting close. Her vaginal walls, which were already grasping at Arnold's shaft each time he forced into her, began to grip harder and longer now. The telltale contractions sporadically rippled around his hardness inside her. She could feel that plucking sensation in her belly, as the waves of pleasure swelled and rolled within herself. She was going to come soon.

She began trying to plunge herself harder and deeper onto Arnold, her motions becoming stronger. She moaned in ecstasy. Within a moment her pleasure peaked, and a tidal wall of pleasure seemed to crash through her body from the inside out.

"ARNOLD!" she suddenly screamed in orgasmic bliss.

Her pussy was like a vice grip on Arnold's shaft as Helga frantically pumped herself up and down on his stiff erection. She just kept pumping and pumping herself up and down, in a frantic need for more sensation. All the while her body rocked and bucked itself as her mind was sodden in pleasure, riding the waves of her orgasm on top of her love's cock.

Arnold was completely unready for Helga's orgasm and he had to grip strongly on her waist as she almost bounced up and down on top of him. He was close too, and as Helga's wild motions of her climax lasted for half a minute, they drove him to the brink of sexual high as well. Just as Helga began to slow down, his felt his legs spasm as his muscles tried to lock. A second later, his cock become as hard as it could be for a full second before exploding in spasms of hot thick cum. Unconsciously Arnold gripped Helga's thighs tightly in his hands as he sprayed his pleasure deep into her pussy, filling her with his spunky climax. Arnold came and came for several second of delicious erupting ecstasy.

As each of their orgasms became spent, they simply collapsed back onto the deckchair, panting heavily. Each was awash in their own private piece of heaven on earth. Helga did not think she could feel any happier. She felt emotionally and physically satisfied beyond measure.

"AaAaAaaahhh...." she sighed contently, resting on Arnold's hair again.

"Ahhh," Arnold agreed a second later.

Helga adjusted her position where she lay on top of Arnold, with his shaft still embedded within her. Then she relaxed completely, and closed her eyes. A moment later Arnold closed his eyes as well. Soon, they were both asleep.

***

"Hey Arnold. Hey Arnold. Wake up," someone urged nearby.

Helga and Arnold felt themselves being shaken awake. Groggily they both opened their eyes and looked around. They found themselves surrounded by several of their class mates. Not fully conscious yet, Helga blinked at them. Several boys were here, and so were Lila, Rhonda, Phoebe and Patty.

She blinked again. Phoebe, and even Patty for that matter, were positively beaming back at her with smiles. Rhonda had a smug smile on her face as she looked at them too.

Suddenly it all came flooding back to Helga in a rush. Her eyes bulged wide as she suddenly remembered it all and realized she was still naked. She pulled the blanket around herself tight and looked down at Arnold underneath her. He looked wide eyed and just as startled as well.

But wait, Arnold was underneath her, but he was not naked. He... he was wearing the suit he had come with. She blinked at it. Arnold blinked at it too, looking to be as shocked and surprised as she was. Helga looked down at herself and saw to her amazement, she was wearing her pink party dress too.

"So this is where you two have been hiding?" teased Rhonda, still with a smug smile on her face.

"We've been looking for you," chimed in Phoebe. "We got worried when you didn't come back after a few hours."

Helga looked at Arnold in bewilderment, who looked back at her just the same.

"You two look really comfortable," added Rhonda, covering a laugh with a hand daintily.

Helga pushed herself off of Arnold then, and slid off the chair. "Don't give me that Rhonda. We were trapped down here," Helga shot back.

"We know," replied Patty. "The caterers moved some furniture in front of the door, and blocked it."

Helga was unperturbed. "And another thing Rhonda, jeez-Louise, get your dad to fix the heating down here. It was frickin' freezing!"

"What are you talking about Helga?" asked Rhonda. "The heating is fine down here."

"No it wasn't!" contradicted Helga immediately. "It was an icebox down here, and the pool was practically frozen."

"The pool is heated this time of year. It should be perfect." replied Rhonda in tones of mild annoyance.

Arnold stood up from the chair and then he placed a hand on Helga's bare shoulder. At his touch, Helga paused for a second, and turned to look at him. He stood a second quietly, and then said, "She's right Helga. It's warm down here now."

He stepped over to the pool and touched its waters. "The pool is too," he added.

Helga was dumbfounded, and from the look on Arnold's face as he met her gaze, so was he.

"I guess you two love bird just couldn't help getting nice and cozy down here all alone," teased Rhonda, her smug air returning.

The boys and some girls laughed. Phoebe, Lila, and Patty did not. Helga opened her mouth to immediately retort that it was not the case, she even felt the familiar urge to deny any sort of intimate contact with Arnold, but she stopped. She was not sure what to say. What had happened? How had their clothing returned to them?

Rhonda waited a few seconds, but after seeing that she was not going to get a rise out of the blond girl, she grunted and walked away, heading back towards the party upstairs. The boys followed slowly, and behind them went the girls, all of whom gave Helga and Arnold smiles as they went. Soon Arnold and Helga were left alone again in the pool room. They turned to look at each other, inspecting their bodies and their clothes. Everything looked normal. The room was warm. The pool was warm. Their eyes met and they both wondered the same thing, but neither said anything.