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2. Back-to-Back Sequel
Helga switched off the laptop and tucked it back into its case.
'That movie was terrible,' she remarked.
'Yeah, it was,' Arnold agreed, 'but I really liked the part where the girl who was watching it jerked off the guy she was watching it with.'
'You did, huh?' said Helga, grinning at him.
'Yeah, I did,' Arnold grinned back. 'Couldn't you tell?'
'Oh, I had some idea,' Helga laughed.
'Helga,' said Arnold, 'you remember when I went downstairs and fetched us snacks?'
'Yeah,' said Helga.
'I, er... I also fetched something else while I was in the kitchen,' said Arnold. 'My grandpa showed me where it was a little while ago, in case I needed it later on, and... well, I thought maybe you might be interested in using it with me sometime soon.'
'What is it?' Helga asked, clearly extremely interested.
'I'm not sure I should show you,' said Arnold.
'I'm sure you should.'
'Okay, then.'
Arnold reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a small, plastic-wrapped box made of card. Helga gave him a look; he grinned sheepishly. She held out her hand, and he passed her the packet.
'My-Size Pro fifty-three millimetre condoms, box of ten,' Helga read aloud. 'Natural latex, lightly lubricated.'
'I'll understand if you don't want to use them,' Arnold said hastily. 'Or if you don't even want to do anything that we might possibly use them for.'
'Why isn't the size in inches?' Helga asked.
'They're from Europe,' said Arnold.
'My-Size Pro fifty-three millimetre condoms offer the perfect fit for those with an average girth, ensuring a comfortable yet secure experience,' Helga continued, then she grinned at him again. 'You reckon that describes you, Arnold?'
'Yeah, I reckon so,' said Arnold. 'At least, I'd assume so.'
'So would I,' Helga agreed, before returning her attention to the condom packet. 'The regular shape and anatomical fit ensure comfort and unrestricted movement during all types of sexual encounters, plus they are designed to match your size, meaning the risk of slippage is reduced while providing a natural feel for added confidence. Wow, they sound great!'
'I'm certainly glad to know there's only a minimal risk of slippage,' Arnold laughed.
'You're a bad, bad boy, aren't you, Arnold?' Helga purred. 'Tempting me to use these things with you, and knowing there's no chance in the world I'm going to turn you down.'
'I'm not assuming anything, Helga, I swear,' Arnold assured her. 'I just thought I'd float the idea, in case you ever want to... I mean, in case we find ourselves in a position where we... that is to say, if we end up in a scenario –'
'I do want us to use them, Arnold,' Helga said firmly.
'I'm glad,' said Arnold. 'I want us to as well, Helga.'
'Now!' said Helga.
'Now?' said Arnold.
'Now,' said Helga. 'Oh, but only if you want to use them now.'
'Yeah, I want to use them now,' Arnold admitted. 'That's why I brought them upstairs.'
All of a sudden, the two were kissing passionately and their hands were roaming all over each other's bodies.
'Arnold, I love you,' Helga whispered into his ear.
'I love you too, Helga,' Arnold whispered back.
'Then let's get one of those My-Size natural latex condoms onto you right now!'
'I might need to warm up a little more first.'
'That sounds like even more fun,' said Helga. 'Why don't you come stand in front of me?'
Arnold rose to his feet and followed her instruction. She ran her hands all over his chest and abdomen, then she leant forward and placed quick kisses over the same area.
'Oh, Helga,' Arnold breathed.
'How about we take these pants off now?' Helga suggested. 'If you're ready, of course.'
Arnold's eyes widened and he took a small step backward. Helga gave him a quizzical look.
'I'm not sure I can do this,' Arnold confessed.
'We don't have to do it if you don't want to, Arnold,' said Helga.
'I do want to,' said Arnold. 'It's just that I... I'm so nervous.'
'Of me?' Helga asked quietly.
'No,' said Arnold, 'not of you, Helga. I'm nervous of me. Just now, standing here looking at you, I was hit by the reality of what you want me to do... what I want us to do... and I realised I don't really know how to do it and I'm nervous I'm gonna totally screw it up!'
'I feel pretty much the same way, Arnold,' said Helga. 'But I'm sure we can learn how to do it, together. And that's something I really, really, really want to do right now, but if you'd rather wait, that's fine too.'
'I don't want to wait, Helga,' said Arnold.
'If looking at me makes you nervous,' said Helga, 'you could try not looking at me for a while.'
'What?' Arnold laughed.
'I'm serious, Arnold,' said Helga. 'Turn around.'
'Huh?'
'Just turn around.'
He did so. Helga resumed the actions she had been performing with her hands, but this time on the bare flesh of Arnold's back.
'You know,' said Helga, 'I think this is the one part of you I haven't ever taken the time to appreciate before.'
'You mean my back?' Arnold giggled.
'Yeah.'
'So, do you like it?'
'I like it very much, Arnold.'
'Why?'
Helga took several moments to consider her answer to this question. She had never before considered the possibility that this particular view of her beloved could appear so incredibly appealing to her. She tried to fathom out the reason that she was suddenly finding it so captivating.
The muscle definition and overall shape must hold the key, Helga reflected. The natural lines and contours of Arnold's back suddenly gave her an overwhelmingly strong sense of power and elegance. The sweeping curves and subtle ridges appeared almost divine in their interplay.
Helga realised that the broad, unbroken canvas of skin before her showed up light and shadow beautifully, presenting an alluring tapestry of rises and dips that exuded strength and stability. She reflected that as a part of the body so rarely seen by its owner, the bare back also conveyed vulnerability and trust.
The smooth skin and defined muscles of Arnold's back continued to receive Helga's gentle touch, even as she revelled in the intimate feeling of his warmth beneath her hands. Finally, she found a way to articulate the exciting mix of vulnerability and power with which she had been trying so hard to come to terms.
'It's beautiful,' she said.
'It is?' said Arnold.
'Absolutely,' said Helga.
'In what way?' Arnold asked interestedly. 'I mean, what makes it beautiful?'
'Ridges and contours, I'd say.'
'Hmm, I guess there must be a lot of those. Do you have a favourite part, in particular?'
'Here, I think,' said Helga, eliciting a squeal from Arnold as she tickled the small of his back. 'I love the way it interacts with the little curve at the top of your butt.'
'That's a very interesting observation, Helga,' said Arnold.
'The way the small of the back dips inward here,' said Helga, tracing the line, 'then sweeps outward before merging into the butt... wow, I absolutely love it! It makes a kind of “S” shape that totally sums up your body's natural elegance, Arnold.'
'I'm really glad I turned around now,' said Arnold. 'That's definitely your favourite part?'
'Actually, on second thought, I think I have another contender,' said Helga. 'The line running all the way down the middle of your back, tracing your spine, is really turning me on now.'
'Wow, that's amazing,' said Arnold.
'I love how your spine isn't bony, like some people's. The line of it is so nicely defined, with your muscles gently curving in on either side. It's what gives your back that graceful, sculpted look – definition without harshness.'
'You have a lot of poetry inside you, Helga.'
'You make it all come pouring out.'
'Maybe you find the line of my spine a symbol of our emotional connection. I think you're drawn to it because it feels like a kind of backbone to the memories and feelings you have for me.'
'Now that was poetry, Arnold,' said Helga. 'And yes, I think you're right.'
'So is the central line your favourite part?' Arnold pressed.
'I don't know,' said Helga. 'I'm literally dead in the middle.'
'Well,' said Arnold, 'I can't turn back around until you make a decision, and where will that leave us?'
'Not having sex,' said Helga, 'and that definitely isn't something I can stand for. But maybe there's something that could tip the balance in favour of the small of the back.'
'There is?' said Arnold. 'What's that?'
'Take your pants off, Arnold,' said Helga. 'Then I'll really be able to see how it interacts with your butt.'
Arnold felt no need to hesitate this time. He pulled down his trousers and underpants, then he stepped out of them. His entire bare back half was now presented to his companion.
'Oh yeah,' Helga purred, 'that's done it. It's the small of the back, Arnold, no question! That means you can turn around to face me now... if you want to.'
Slowly but purposefully, Arnold rotated through one hundred and eighty degrees and gave Helga the view of full-frontal nudity that she had always yearned to see standing before her. He was sporting a semi, which made her smile craftily.
'Looks like we still have some work to do,' Helga remarked. 'Help me get undressed now, Arnold.'
A minute or so later, Arnold and Helga were standing facing each other in a state of total nakedness. As each looked the other up and down, Arnold's erection came fully to fruition. Helga took his hands in hers and guided them gently to hover over her breasts.
'Touch me, Arnold,' she whispered. 'I want you to.'
He followed her instruction again, stroking and massaging her boobs with slow, careful movements. After a short time, much to Helga's delight, Arnold leaned his head in and took her left nipple into his mouth. He licked and kissed it for a while, then he moved on to the right one.
'You're almost exactly the right height to do this, aren't you?' Helga giggled. 'I always knew we'd make the perfect match.'
'I didn't always know it,' Arnold grinned, 'but I'm certain of it now.'
Helga found herself immensely turned on, not only by the physical sensations of the nipple stimulation, but also by the enjoyment her partner was clearly deriving from using his mouth on her breasts. This enjoyment was obvious because of the pre-cum that dribbled persistently from his rock-hard penis while he was doing it.
Eventually, the two drew apart slightly. The sight of Arnold's desperate cock straining – almost bursting – to make love to her sent Helga over the edge at last; she swooned.
'Helga!' Arnold cried in alarm, darting forward to steady her. 'Are you okay?'
'More okay than ever before, Arnold,' she assured him. 'Can we get you rubbered up now, please?'
'Yes,' said Arnold. 'Let's do it, Helga.'
'I hope it won't ruin the mood if we take a minute to read the instructions first.'
'I think it'd be much more likely to ruin the mood if we didn't.'
'Wow,' said Helga, as she finished rolling the My-Size Pro fifty-three millimetre condom onto Arnold's penis, 'it fits perfectly.'
'I know another place it's gonna fit perfectly,' said Arnold.
'Oh, Arnold.'
'Oh, Helga.'
Helga lay on Arnold's bed with her head and shoulders propped against the pillows, spread her legs and pulled her knees upwards slightly. Arnold stared at her glistening pussy lips in awe.
'I can't believe we're really gonna do this,' he said.
'The ball's in your court now, Arnold,' Helga purred. 'And seeing as you have an access-all-areas pass to my court, I hope pretty soon there'll be nothing left in your balls.'
Arnold burst out laughing at this; Helga adopted a pensive expression.
'That didn't quite make sense, did it?' she said.
'No,' Arnold giggled. 'But this does.'
With that, he got onto the bed and crawled between her legs. He kissed her hungrily, and she kissed him back. With each passing second, Arnold's sheathed glans moved closer and closer to Helga's waiting snatch.
'Arnold,' she whispered, 'I want you inside me.'
Mustering his courage, Arnold slid his penis – slowly yet deliberately – into Helga's vagina. They both gasped in excitement and delight; the physical sensations coursed through their whole bodies as Helga's soft folds enveloped Arnold's granite shaft. When he was in up to his balls, Arnold let out a small whimper of joy and looked into Helga's eyes.
Helga stared back at Arnold intensely and said, 'Now move it, Football Head.'
Arnold thrust his pelvis forward; Helga's fingers gripped his upper arms tightly. Arnold started to get into a rhythm; Helga hooked his hips with the backs of her knees and drew him even further inside her. Soon Arnold's bed was creaking from the strain of supporting the writhing, undulating mass of pink flesh and blond hair.
'Oh, God!' Helga gasped. 'Oh, Arnold!'
'Helga, I love you!' Arnold panted, as he fucked her pussy energetically.
'I love you too, Arnold,' Helga puffed. 'Jiminy crickets, this is all I've ever wanted!'
After ten minutes or so, Arnold knew that he was certain to reach orgasm again in the very near future. He had tried to hold it back for as long as he could, but his efforts met with limited success. The very moment he began to ejaculate into the condom, Helga let out an ear-piercing scream.
Arnold felt the most incredible squeezing sensation all along his spunking cock as Helga's vaginal walls spasmed uncontrollably. Thanks to her accompanying vocalisations, the parts of Arnold's skylight that could open and close rattled in their frames, and several drivers on the overpass wondered if they could hear a crime being committed nearby.
'Helga!' Arnold moaned, as his dick continued to spurt.
'Arnold!” Helga screeched, as her vocal chords strained like never before.
When it was finally over, the two collapsed together in an exhausted, panting heap.
Arnold walked over to the trashcan and started trying to remove the jizz-filled condom from his softening penis.
'What was that?' Helga wondered in awe, placing a hand to her sweat-prickled forehead. 'I never imagined I could feel anything so... so...'
'How the heck are you supposed to get this thing off?' Arnold muttered. 'It's like the stupid contraption's glued on!'
Helga giggled as she watched Arnold wrestling with the used condom, and spraying semen all over the floor in the process.
'The instructions say you're supposed to tie a knot in the end, Arnold,' she said. 'Although I guess you have to get it off first.'
'Yeah,' he grinned, 'that's the tricky part.'
As Arnold made several unsuccessful attempts to persuade the bulging sheath to drop into the trashcan without catching and hanging over the side, Helga slipped off the bed and turned to look at the enormous wet patch she had left behind her.
'Did all that come out of me?' she marvelled. 'Whoa, how the heck did that happen?'
'I've no idea, Helga,' said Arnold, as he came over to rejoin her. 'I'm glad it did, though.'
'Me too,' Helga assured him. 'You were incredible, Arnold.'
'So were you.'
'I hope you don't mind I called you Football Head back there.'
'Not at all,' said Arnold.
'It isn't something I ever, ever feel the need to do nowadays,' said Helga, 'but just that one time, in that particular moment...'
'I get it, Helga,' he assured her. 'I understand exactly why you said it, and I totally agree – it was the right thing to call me at the time.'
'Just so's you know,' she said, 'I absolutely love the shape of your head – I always have – and I absolutely love the shape of the rest of you too. You're it for me, Arnold – there's no other boy in the universe whose body or soul could come anywhere close to comparing with yours in my eyes.'
'You know,' said Arnold, giving her a half-lidded look, 'the only new thing I've learned so far today – on that particular subject, anyway – is that you're turned on by my back.'
'We learned that one together,' Helga grinned. 'Can I see it again?'
Arnold turned to face the opposite direction, then he flexed his arms and shoulders for added effect.
'Hoo, boy,' said Helga, as she studied the lines, dips and contours once more. 'That's making my girlhood tremble all over again, Arnold.'
'I'll make you a promise, Helga, right here and now,' said Arnold. 'You can see it any time you want.'
'I'll hold you to that,' said Helga. 'You know, if you think you can handle it, there's another position I'd like to try out now.'
'I can handle it,' said Arnold. 'Just give me a few more minutes to recharge, okay?'
'Sure,' said Helga. 'But you'd better keep your back turned to me during those few minutes, otherwise I might just get bored and go home.'
'In that case, I'm staying right where I am for now,' Arnold laughed. 'And after that, I'll put myself completely at your mercy, Helga.'
'Oh, Arnold,' Helga purred, 'you shouldn't have said that!'
Arnold leaned back against his pillows with his hands behind his head as Helga unrolled another My-Size Pro condom onto his erect penis.
'Get ready for the ride of your life, Arnold,' she grinned.
'I'm ready, Helga,' he replied. 'Just be a little gentle with me, okay?'
'You want gentle,' said Helga, 'you picked the wrong girl, bucko!'
'Oh God,' Arnold giggled, as she mounted the bed and straddled his hips in one fluid motion, 'what are you gonna do to me?'
'What I've always wanted to do to you,' said Helga. 'Milk you like a big ol' dairy cow!'
'Moo!' said Arnold.
This caused them both to fall about laughing. When they had recovered, Helga lowered her dripping pussy onto Arnold's sheathed cock and started to ride him for all she was worth. The bed began to creak again as their breathing quickened and their physical efforts intensified. Helga reached for Arnold's hands; he brought them out from behind his head and entwined his fingers in hers.
'Too bad you can't see my back anymore, huh?' Arnold grinned up at Helga.
'I can live with that right now,' she panted in reply.
Slowly but surely, they both felt their orgasms building once again. As Helga leaned forward and ground herself against Arnold's pubic bone, she released his hands and reached out to grasp his shoulders in an iron grip.
With Helga bucking and writhing on top of him whilst pinning his shoulders to the bed, Arnold realised that he was now physically incapable of making any form of movement whatsoever. He also realised that he was more than happy to be in that position.
Helga's fingers dug deeply into Arnold's shoulders and she screamed once more as her love juices gushed from her pussy, soaking her partner's sheathed cock. Arnold gasped and moaned as his balls emptied themselves into the condom at exactly the same time.
When they had both recovered their breath, Helga hauled her right leg back over Arnold's body – causing his limp penis to flop out of her vagina in the process – and jumped to her feet, then she reached down and whipped the condom off him before he had realised what was happening.
Helga tied a knot in the end of the spunky contraceptive and then pitched it into the trashcan from where she was standing. Arnold stared up at her in awe.
'You're not secretly an experienced condom remover, are you?' he asked.
'No way!' Helga laughed. 'I'd never even consider touching one of the things unless it was either going on or coming off your dick at the time.'
'That certainly suits me,' said Arnold.
'Oh God,' Helga suddenly gasped, 'look at your shoulders, Arnold!'
'Um... I'm not sure I can,' said Arnold, peering down and to the side as best he could. 'What's wrong with them?'
'I've left red marks all over them!' Helga exclaimed in alarm, then she placed her left hand over Arnold's right shoulder. 'No, I've left handprints on them!'
'Handprints on my shoulders, huh?' Arnold laughed. 'Sounds kinda like a song, doesn't it? Handprints on your shoulders, told a tale on you...'
'But I actually hurt you!' Helga exclaimed. 'I didn't want to do that! You told me to be gentle with you, and now...'
'I'm fine, Helga,' Arnold said reassuringly. 'Okay, so maybe I'll have a couple of small bruises, but that's nothing to worry about. Besides, I put myself at your mercy, remember?'
'Yes, but are you sure you're okay?' Helga asked anxiously. 'Oh, Arnold, my love... I'm going to be more careful of you in the future, I promise.'
'Look, Helga, I don't want you to worry or feel guilty about the bruises,' said Arnold. 'We're both feeling our way through this, together, and I think we're doing extremely well so far.'
'So do I, all in all,' Helga smiled. 'Okay, Arnold – I promise I won't worry or feel guilty about the bruises. But I would like to kiss them better for you.'
'Go right ahead,' said Arnold.
She slid back onto the bed and kissed his shoulders tenderly for a time, then she moved on to his chest and abdomen. When she had finished doing this, Arnold flipped himself over and Helga placed kisses all over his back for several minutes.
'I have another idea for something we could try, Helga,' Arnold said into the pillow, 'if you wouldn't mind putting another condom on me and then lying on your side.'
'Well, now,' said Helga, 'I think I can manage that, Arnold.'
'You want to kiss my back some more first?'
'You bet I do!'
Helga smiled in contentment as Arnold kissed her shoulders and neck, softly and tenderly. She could feel his sheathed cock as it rubbed against her buttocks from time to time, but he seemed in no hurry to do anything more decisive with the swollen organ.
'Where exactly are you planning on putting that thing, Arnold?' Helga ventured at last.
'The same place as before, Helga,' Arnold replied. 'But from the back this time.'
'Oh, I see,' said Helga. 'Well... carry on, soldier.'
'Yes, ma'am,' Arnold purred.
'Jeez,' Helga laughed, 'why the heck did I just call you soldier?'
'I'm not sure,' said Arnold. 'I thought it was pretty cool, though.'
Helga lost herself in the thrilling sensations of Arnold's lips caressing her body for a while longer, then she moaned in pleasure as his penis slipped inside her vagina once again. This time Arnold fucked her with slow, deliberate movements, holding her close to him as he did so.
'This is wonderful, Arnold,' Helga sighed. 'We're having sex and cuddling at the same time.'
'Yeah,' said Arnold, 'I thought it'd be nice.'
'You were definitely right about that,' said Helga. 'I absolutely love what you're doing right now, but would you mind doing me a favour while you're at it?'
'I'll be glad to,' said Arnold.
Helga raised her left hand; Arnold took it in his own. She guided his forefinger to her vulva and searched for a few seconds until she found the right spot.
'There!' Helga gasped. 'Touch me there, Arnold.'
'Should I stroke?' Arnold asked.
'Yeah,' said Helga. 'Stroke in tiny little circles like this, gently but... you know, decisively. You mind doing that for me, Arnold?'
'Quite the opposite, actually,' said Arnold. 'Oh, Helga.'
'Oh, Arnold.'
For the best part of half an hour, the situation on Arnold's bed remained unchanged. Arnold and Helga lost themselves completely in the feeling of their bodies interacting in such an intimate and tender way, finding comfort and connection in the soft sounds of each other's breathing, as well as occasional small vocalisations of pleasure and contentment.
Helga's breath caught in her throat as a gentle yet highly satisfying orgasm rippled through her. Arnold felt the contractions of her vaginal walls against his thrusting cock once again; his eyes slid shut and his mouth dropped open as he released several spurts of semen into his third condom of the session.
'Arnold,' Helga breathed softly, squeezing his hand in hers.
'Helga,' Arnold whispered back.
'God, I love you,' Helga added.
'I love you too,' said Arnold.
'Do you know what time it is?' Helga asked, changing tack very suddenly.
'Um... almost six,' said Arnold, peering over his left shoulder at his alarm clock.
'Oh, criminy, I told my dad I'd be back by six,' Helga sighed. 'I'll have to go now, Arnold.'
'Well, listen,' said Arnold, 'I've been thinking about tomorrow. You're spending the day with your dad, aren't you?'
'Yeah,' said Helga. 'That oughtta be a barrel of laughs!'
'But after the day's over,' said Arnold, 'when it's the night, I mean, you could easily come back here, couldn't you?'
'I guess I could,' Helga smiled. 'Kinda late to be knocking on the front door, though, ain't it?'
'You could come right on up to my room,' Arnold suggested eagerly.
'How ever do you think I'd manage such a thing, Arnold?'
'Don't give me that, Helga – you know how to get into my room at any time of the day or night! If I leave the window open at the top of the ladder there, you could just climb down and get into bed with me.'
'Is that what you want me to do?' Helga asked coquettishly, turning to look into his eyes as she spoke.
'Yes,' said Arnold. 'Yes, I really do.'
'Around eleven suit you?'
'That suits me just fine.'
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