Summer Camp

Okay, so I had to use the confession from the movie. I just
had to! It was screaming at me, "USE ME! USE ME!" And I don't regret it.
Nope, not for one second. I love that scene. I love that she admitted it.
I love his reaction. I hate the kiss. The kiss is the only thing that bothered me.

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SUMMER CAMP
Chapter 5: Emotions

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Benjamin leaned into his pillow, listening for the slight rustle that suggested that his camp leader, Arnold, would be back soon. He had overheard both Arnold and Helga talking, and frowned slightly. He knew that they weren't just good storytellers and that the events of the story were fact, not fiction. He could almost picture them, ten years old, on the roof of the Future Tech Industries building, sharing a moment. He could not deny that the rage he felt was nonexistant. Arnold and Helga had kissed. Multiple times since that night, he gathered.

"Hey, Ben," a voice called out in the extended darkness. "What are you thinking?"

He noted that the voice belonged to his roommate Craig and shook his head. "Did you ever get the feeling that Arnold and Helga are more involved than they're letting on?" he asked, bringing to voice the thoughts rushing through his head. "They know each other from home, and from what I've noticed, they seem to have grown up together."

"So?"

Ben frowned in the darkness, staring up at the tent ceiling. "Helga's beautiful," he breathed.

"Yeah, and?"

"I just don't think Arnold deserves someone as hot as her." He listened to the silence, straining his ears for any sounds that Arnold would be returning. It had been an hour since he and Helga disappeared, and simply talking wouldn't take that long. He should be returning soon. "Do you think I'm crazy?"

Craig chuckled and turned over in his sleeping bag. "Dude, nearly all of us want to do Helga. Like you said, she's hot."

"Nearly all of us?" Ben repeated, frowning darkly. He swore he was the only one who wanted to persue anything with the girls' head counselor. The simple idea that anyone else wanted to be in her presence made his blood boil.

"Dude," Craig said softly, "she's hot. Can you even imagine what it would be like to touch her? She's gotta have the softest skin. I'll bet anything a girl like her has some experience in how to pleasure a man. She's older than us, you know."

Ben's frown deepened. "What makes you think she's had any experience what-so-ever?" he asked. "Just because she's older than us doesn't mean she's a whore." He listened carefully as a twig broke outside his tent, but nothing followed.

"How many girls have you been with?"

The question came as a shock to Benjamin, who shrugged in the darkness. "None."

He heard Craig chuckle and shift positions. "Older girls, unless they're thinking about joining a convent, are usually experienced in things like pleasuring a man. And Helga's gorgeous, so I'm sure she's been with her fair share of guys. She's also a college chick, and you know what they say about college girls." Craig sighed. "I'd love to have a slice of her sometime."

"What about you?" Ben asked, trying to ignore the last comment made by his roommate. "How many girls have you been with?"

Craig chuckled again. "Dude, I've lost count. Somewhere in the forties, I think. I lost my V-card when I was ten."

"Your...what?"

"My V-card. My virginity. Dude, get with the times."

Ben hid the blush that was creeping along his cheeks. During the school year, he was privately tutored and home-schooled, so his interactions with other teenagers was limited. "What's it feel like?"

"To do it?" Craig asked, thinking hard about it. "Well, depends on the girl. If she's fresh, it's tight and hot, and feels like a lot of pressure on your piece, but it's also like you've got to teach her how to get you off. Experienced girls are more loose, but damn it all if they don't know how to do things. Head's awesome, but there's nothing like pounding a girl into the pillows. Then, there are some girls who are silent, and others who have a voice box the size of Manhatten in their throats. And don't even get me started on the role-playing type of girl. One second she's a shy but seductive school girl, the next she's a sex-raving tyrant."

"What's your favorite?" The question escaped Ben's lips before he could stop it.

"Well," Craig began, "girls who go for bondage are fun, but only if they really play the part. I hate it when girls want you to be in charge, but then once you've gotten them tied up, they want to be in control. I love to bound and gag those girls. This way, they can't talk and give me orders, and I can do whatever I want to them. It does make them talking dirty to me difficult though. The dirtier they talk, the sooner I get off."

"What's that like?" Ben asked, feeling his cheeks grow hot.

"You've never felt that?" Craig asked, his voice raising in disbelief.

Ben flushed red and tucked his knees up to his chest. "My bedroom is right next to my parents' room, and I'm home-schooled. When my parents aren't at home, I'm usually taken to my aunt's house, and she's one of those born-again religious types."

Craig stared at his roommate in disbelief. "So you've never beaten the...?"

"I've tried, but I'm always interrupted by someone." He hated to explain himself. "And I can't really have time alone here, since we have a curfew, and I'm usually exhausted by the time we have to be in bed."

Craig chuckled. "Dude, you need to get laid and bad. By the end of the summer, you'll have felt a woman's touch. I can assure you that."

Ben rolled his eyes, but could not hide the smile. A quick image of Helga lying underneath him, panting in want filled his mind and he shoved the image away. "You never answered my question," he said softly.

"What question?"

"What's it like?"

Craig was silent for a couple of seconds, but then turned to the other boy. "Well, it feels like you've been punched hard in the stomach by someone three times as big as you are. You see stars like in one of those stupid old cartoons. You go from being strong to a puddle of nothing. Your muscles are too exhausted to move. It feels wonderful to have that release."

Ben turned his eyes back up to the tent ceiling. "Wonderful," he repeated, softly, and fell into a deep sleep.

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"Arnold," Helga breathed hotly as he removed his hand from her neather regions, sticking his digits into his mouth one at a time. He looked at her and wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully. "God, Football-Head, don't do that!" she muttered, panting slightly from her release. "You know what that does to me."

Arnold smiled seductively at the girl underneath him and chuckled. "Exactly, darling," he whispered, and watched as Helga swooned under him, goosebumps popping up on her arms. He gently kissed her and ran a hand down her body to rest on her stomach. "I love you, Helga," he said in a hushed voice, watching as Helga's azure blue eyes rolled back into her head. He smiled to himself and leaned forward, putting his head onto her chest, carefully listening to the quick rhythmic thumps of her heartbeat. He didn't need her to say anything. Her lightest touch was enough.

"I know," she muttered softly, running her thin fingers through his hair. She smiled when he nuzzled against the fabric of her t-shirt, and his hair brushed against her nose, sending wave after wave of the scent of his shampoo rushing to her nostrils. His hands gently massaged her stomach and hip as he shifted to get comfortable. "We really should get back to the campsite. I'm sure our kids are wondering where we are."

Arnold frowned. "Don't wanna go back," he muttered sleepily. "Don't wanna spend the night without you. Love you too much."

Helga bit back a laugh and tried not to swoon. Arnold, the usually mature one, was acting like a child who was told he couldn't sleep with his favorite teddy bear. "Oh, Arnold," she said, tracing his features with her hands, "It's just for one night."

"Nuh-uh," he replied, still nuzzling against her breasts. "It's for the whole summer. I can't be with you at all for the whole summer. I'll never get the chance to sleep in your arms like this for the whole summer. Maybe not even until we move out from our guardian's places. Your dad would kill me if I suggested spending the night with you, and my grandparents would probably have heart attacks if I asked them for you to spend the night with me." He sighed softly, and gripped her hip tightly. "I don't want to go another night without being in your arms, Helga. It's been awful these last couple of weeks, to be with you, but sneaking away after we're done. I want to be with you and stay with you until long after the sun rises."

Helga blinked back tears of adoration as he clutched her tighter. "We will find someway to be together, Arnold, but we're in charge of thirty teenagers, and the last thing we need is to lose our jobs because we're not watching them carefully. They're kids, Arnold, and we need to be responsible." She laughed softly as he looked at her with big doe eyes. "I promise, we'll spend a night together, and soon."

Arnold blinked up at her and smiled. "We gotta be responsible?"

"Yes," she replied, ruffling his hair affectionately.

He chuckled, hugging her gently. "You really are an amazing person, Pataki." He sighed and got to his feet, pulling the girl up along with him. "And I look forward to the night where I finally get to spend the entirety with you. And you promised, so I know it'll happen."

Helga playfully smacked Arnold across the arm and rolled her eyes. "You are such a kid," she muttered, sliding her hand around his waist. He chuckled and draped and arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple as they walked back to the campsite.

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About a week later, Helga looked at her schedule over breakfast, her fork of scrambled eggs risen halfway to her lips. Her mouth parted into a smile when she looked down at her day off. Full-time counselors, who worked for the schools during the year, but came to work at the camp during the summer months always had two days a week off. They were in charge of the younger kids, and the older teenagers got the interns, which included Helga and Arnold. Since the interns were getting school credit for working there, they usually only got a few days off a month, and almost never together, but there it was, plain as day, and outlined in dark red ink. Both Helga and Arnold had four days in a row off...and together. She dropped her fork down on the plate in front of her when a strong hand clamped her shoulder.

"Helga, may I have a word with you?" Arnold's professional voice asked, loud enough for the campers around Helga to understand that they were adults, and adults never misbehaved. All around them, sounds of breakfast filled the mess hall, but Arnold was sure that he could hear Helga's heart beat against her ribcage.

Helga looked down at Arnold's empty hand and saw his own schedule crumpled up. Swallowing nervously, she looked up into his green eyes and nodded. She turned back to her table and grinned. "Behave yourselves," she said, getting up and following the young man out of the mess hall, and down into the dance hall.

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Arnold closed the doors behind them, and turned toward Helga, a smile reaching from ear to ear. He held out his arms wide and laughed as Helga leapt into them, laughing along with her. "We have the same four-day weekend off, Helga," he whispered softly and felt the girl tremble in his arms. "We haven't had the same day off since we got here." He twirled her a couple of times before setting her gently back on the ground. She smiled, her azure eyes closed as he leaned forward to kiss her gently on the mouth. Her hands reached up to grab him by the back of the neck, and he broke the kiss softly.

"You know what this means, right Arnold?" she asked, tracing his features with the back of her hand. He smiled at the look she was giving him and nodded, leaning into her touch.

"Your place or mine?"

Helga chuckled softly and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Yours might be better," she whispered after breaking away. "Your grandparents are cool enough to know that we're adults now, and we're old enough to make our own decisions about relationships, but my dad is living in the stone age, and I doubt he'll take a fondness to you fucking his youngest daughter."

Arnold scoffed slightly. "Nice terminology there, Helga," he muttered and she shrugged. "Besides, you and I haven't really gotten as far as 'fucking' yet. I just want to spend the night in each other's arms."

Helga smirked, grabbing him around the neck and the waist, pulling him closer to her. "There's a keyword in that one sentence, Arnold." He stared at her blankly before her smirk turned into a seductive smile and she batted her eyelashes at him. "Yet." She felt his knees buckle and her smile disappeared as they fell backward slightly. Her back collided with the wall of the building, and she grunted as he caught himself before crushing her.

"You aren't suggesting that..."

Helga rolled her eyes angrily. "Arnold, we've been messing around with each other for nearly a month now. We're obviously attracted to each other, and in case you've forgotten, we're both admitted something. It's bound to happen. I may not have been ready for us to take that step two weeks ago, but..." she paused and trailed her hands up his chest until they reached his neck. "I'm more than ready now," she whispered and he dropped his head to the crook of her neck. "I want you...inside me...badly," she muttered and felt Arnold stiffen above her.

"Not here," he whispered back, his voice barely audible. "I want to be in you, Helga, but not here. Not at camp." He looked down at the girl and smiled genuinely. "I can't bear to think of taking you in any way that doesn't scream romantic, not for our first time. It was romantic the first time we saw each other, under that waterfall, and don't get me wrong, I still adore that place for us, but we need to have someplace new. We need to be together in a place that isn't routine."

Helga smiled into his shoulder. "I understand, and I whole-heartedly agree."

Arnold grinned and slipped an arm around the girl's waist. "Should we tell Phoebe and Gerald?"

"Tell them we're fucking?" she asked, surprise evident in her voice.

"Tell them we're dating."