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Not exactly the ugly duckling	By : DancingBear Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 5459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold, nor any of the characters. I do not, and will not make any money from this story. (Original creator: Craig Bartlett)

Chapter List
- 1-Not exactly the ugly duckling
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Epilouge
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Helga couldn't meet his eyes. Jesus, was she fucking stupid? Why on earth had she figured that he had known? It's not like Phoebe would have said anything… maybe she just thought she was so inept that it was obvious?
He gently moved off her, shifting so that he was on his side, still close, still leaning on her, but her revelation had completely killed theamazing time they had been having. She sighed, really wishing she could just get up and leave.
He put his hand on her stomach, sliding it across so that he was gripping her hip, pulling her in towards him. God it felt good… why did being a virgin have to be an issue? Why couldn't he just keep on rubbing up against her?
"I'm so sorry." He whispered to her, laying his head on her shoulder. "I wouldn't have pressed if I knew."
Helga groaned. "But… fuck Arnold… I… I wanted to do that. It's not like you're taking advantage or anything." She sighed again, agitated, pissed off, full of un-satisfied want. "Please understand. I haven't had sex yet because I haven't met anyone I like enough to date, let alone screw. I haven't saved it because I think I'm some precious flower or something." She took a breath "I'm not on a purity crusade, I'm not waiting till I'm married or anything… I just don't trust most people to not fuck me over." Oops. She hadn't meant to say that.
Silence… She didn't dare look at him…
"I trust you." She said simply. "I don't want… I mean… if we both want to do stuff… why shouldn't we?"
Arnold sighed. "I dunno. It doesn't seem right to just… do it on the sofa." He paused, and Helga snuck a look at him. He smiled. "If… If we do… I would like it to be special. I mean, I would like our first time to be special anyway… if it's your first-first time, I'd want it to be awesome."
They lay in silence for a long moment. His hand started trailing up and down her ribs. Goddamn it, she was turned on. Her hips ached, her panties were wet, her stomach was roiling…
"If you decided that you wanted to just do it now… I would. I mean, in the end it isn't my choice how you lose it… and I want to, badly…" He squeezed her ribs at that. Oh dear… "… but I'd like to give you everything else before we… you know…"
God he was cute. "…had sex?"
He sighed. "Yeah. I'd like to date you, I'd want you to be my girlfriend… you know me, Helga… I don't want to just screw because we get carried away. Although it would be pretty easy to get carried away…"
Helga turned her head to the screen, man, they had been fooling around for longer than she thought… McClane was just heading over to check out the church… She jerked her thoughts back to Arnold.
Deep breath. Why was this so hard? "I wouldn't want to do it now either. Not that I wasn't thinking about it…" and she had been, she had seriously considered just telling him to fuck her. "… but, I have no idea what I am doing. I mean… what we did then, that is the furthest I have ever gone with a guy. I'd have… god this is embarrassing!" She buried her face in her hands.
"No! No please Helga, tell me. I want to know!" Arnold nuzzled her neck, rolling her towards him, he entwined his leg around hers. Oh my… she could feel how hard he still was… she was so curious, so wanted to touch him…
"ARGH. Ok… I'd have no clue how to… make it good… uh… for you!" Her eyes were squeezed shut, she bit her lip, hard, feeling like a complete goddamned idiot.
She bristled when he laughed. He rolled her further towards him, and kissed her. "Somehow…" he whispered, his hand running up her spine, "… I don't think that will be a problem." He gently pressed himself against her, showing her how hard he still was. God… I never thought I would want to touch someone. She opened her eyes, and peeked down, but they were pressed too close together, she couldn't see anything. "It's been better than good so far." She could feel his eyes on her face. "If you moved like that while we were…" barely a whisper, he breathed, "… fucking… you'd blow my mind."
Gently, she moved her thigh, rolled her hip harder against him. "Whoa…" his eyes fluttered shut, his hand moved to her hip, but just gripped her, didn't move her away. "Holy…" he tugged at her slightly, pushing up against her. "Ohhh-kay." He breathed, shaking a little "I've been thinking much, much too hard about… uh.. being with you… I'm pretty close to…" his face was bright red, embarrassed.
That had to be one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. "You mean… you could… finish?" Helga whispered. Uh-oh… not so good fornot just randomly shagging on the sofa…
Arnold nodded, visibly anxious, "Gah, I gotta back off. I don't want to… uh… these are your pyjamas…"
"Can I help?" she asked, her own physical reactions stronger than she ever knew possible. She could feel her pulse, thumping erratically. She rolled her hip against him again and delighted in his reaction. Air hissed through his teeth, his fingers gripped her hip so tightly she figured it would bruise. Again, he swore.
"Fuck… what are you trying to do to me?" he growled, and pushed her onto her back. He climbed between her legs. Sitting above her, his shaking hands hovered over her, before grasping her hips "This is fucking torture!" She could see the outline of him, straining against the fabric of the pyjamas… if it weren't for the button in the fly…
She reached for him, her eyes flicking from Arnold's cock, to his face. He groaned, "Oh sweetheart… you can't." His voice was pained, but he made no move to stop her.
He held his breath when her fingers met the material. She traced the outline of him, it was… more firm, than she had imagined, and he was hot. She could feel the heat through the cotton. Her fingers bumped over the ridge at the bottom of his head, and his entire cock jerked. She watched, amazed.
Through the fabric, she grasped him, and he let out a strangled moan. "Oh god… please…" She smiled, wriggled her hips.
"This is… fuck…" The crotch of her panties was completely soaked, she was throbbing... she could totally understand how people got carried away, why people just couldn't not fuck.
She moved her hand up and down the length of him. His head dropped, but he kept looking at her face. She was fascinated, he shook, muscles in his chest and arms twitched, she had her hand around Arnold's prick… it was growing harder, too. She was nervous, hideously nervous. She battled between her want, and what he might think of her. Her want won out though…
Cautiously, as she moved her hand over him, she slipped two fingers into the fly of the pants. Her Middle and Ring finger curled around him. HOLY SHIT! In the little amount of him that she could feel, the skin was silky, a vein bumped under her fingers as she slid over it. He twitched as her fingers moved over the rim of his head. "Tsssss." He gasped "Sensitive."
"Sorry." She murmured, and moved to pull her hand away.
"No!" His hand came up over hers, squeezing. "I mean… if you want, stop, but… fuck Baby…"
"I don't know what to do." Helga whispered, she could feel her skin turning pink, humiliated.
"Do you want… uh… to finish me?" He was quivering. "You don't have to… I can… or… but if you want…"
She thought for a second… "Yes." She whispered, suddenly so nervous her throat was dry. What if she hurt him? What if she was just useless?
He groaned. Gently tugging her hand from him, he held her close, and rolled them over. She giggled as her leg slipped off the leather. He smiled, but gasped. "C'mere." He breathed, and shifted her hips on top of him. Whoa. Hold on.
She wriggled, pressing herself against the base of him, she felt her eyelids flutter as she hitched her hips forward slightly. She felt herself twitch.
She put her hands against Arnold's chest. Her skin felt hot. Oh dear. He thrust up slightly, and she bit her lip. His eyes were wide as he noted her reaction, his hands came to her hips, holding her gently, and started to guide her back and forth.
At first she felt stupid, observed, up above him like that. She wondered how she must look… but Arnold gazed at her like she was a goddess, he stroked her face, her arms, her thighs, and told her she was beautiful. He told her he had never seen anyone as beautiful, that he had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her… and after a while, when her embarrassment dissipated, the pleasure and the pressure against her far outweighed any shyness.
She was too hot… the cotton that clung to her skin felt suffocating. She leaned forward, pushing her weight against his chest. His hands came up and tugged the band from her hair, which then fell over her face. Her hips kept rolling, it hurt, but it was amazing. She couldn't think… everything was just colour... patterns, like the ones she got behind her eyelids sometimes, exploded in her periphery.
"Oh god…" Arnold choked. "Do you think you can… are you going to…" his hands were traveling across her, down her thighs, up her ribs. He grasped her ass and thrust upwards, making her squeal.
Helga shook "I don't know… I want to…" She registered that she felt embarrassed, but the emotion was so far removed from the want, that she paid it no attention.
"I want you to." He whispered. "Kiss me." She leaned on him, leaned down, it all pressed harder…
"Fuck… Arnold…" She gasped, and he crushed her mouth to his. His tongue ran between her lips, licking gently… fuuuuck… all the while, her hips kept working.
… She started to feel it, that clenching in her upper thighs...
"Arrrnold…" she moaned against his mouth.
"Fuck Baby, please…" He matched the rolling of her hips, pressing himself up against her, bearing upwards every time she pressed down. She flattened herself against him, spread her thighs wider, trying to press closer.
It built, and built… and built… for a horrible second, she was afraid it wouldn't happen, for a second everything stopped… and then she burst.
Her toes curled up, and her thighs clamped tight to Arnold's sides. He tried to press up, but she flinched away. "Still." She gasped, urging him to let her do this part. She pressed against him, her face on his chest, her fingers digging into his shoulders, gasping and swearing, until the shudders subsided.
His arms came up and wrapped around her. He kissed her forehead. She just lay in silence until the room stopped spinning. Smiling shying, she struggled up. She thought she would be too embarrassed to meet Arnold's eyes, but she felt too damn good to care about modesty.
"Wow…" Arnold grinned, his fingers brushing hair from her face, rubbing the tops of her arms, "… that was… fuck… the most intense… wow…"
"Mmmmmmmmm." Helga just smiled, and slid down a little. Leaning back down to him, she kissed him. She felt almost woozy, like she could easily curl up and go to sleep… but she had something to do…
She curled her left hand under his neck, rubbing at his skin. Her right hand trailed across his chest, tentatively touching his nipple, raising goosebumps as it traced his ribs, rolled over his stomach, followed the line of muscle at his hip… the line that disappeared under the waistband of the pyjamas…
The tip of her index finger pulled back the elastic, making room for the rest of her fingers to slide inside. Arnold put a hand on her face. "You sure… you don't have to." He asked, his eyes wide. She just smiled and kissed him.
The backs of her fingers grazed up against his hair. She rolled to the side, lying on him, her thighs over his. Pushing down, she splayed her fingers down his inner thigh, then drew them up, gently stroking his balls on the way… he groaned, pressed his lips to hers.
She rubbed the inside of her wrist against him, making him squirm, until she grasped him fully in her hand. What was he? She had nothing to compare him to. Was he large, small, medium? Hell, she didn't even know how to tell if he was circumcised or not. Tugging upwards, she drew her hand up to the end of him, a thin roll of skin covered him as she moved her hand.
Concentrating, she shifted the skin back and forth. Arnold grasped at her, his cock jerked and grew harder, hotter, in her hand. She watched the muscles of his stomach jump. Laying her head flat on his chest, she peeked down, watched her hand as she used it to elicit Arnold's shaking and swearing and, by the end, pleading.
"Kiss me…" Arnold groaned, his arms grasping at her. "Harder…" he gasped a few moments later… it took her a second to realise what he meant, but when she squeezed him tighter, he groaned, and his cock jumped, swelling dramatically. "Fuck, Baby… oh god… don't…. uh… don't stop…" His thigh shuddered, his stomach tensed, as his dick pulsed in her hand. His eyes were squeezed shut, but his hand found her face, and moved her down to crush his mouth against hers. "Fuu-u-u-uuck." His thigh was juddering as she continued to stroke him. "Gentle… gentle." He urged. She withdrew her hand, all sticky and wet, and smiled.
"Uh… should I go get a towel or something?" She asked, unsure of post-cum etiquette.
He laughed "Yes, please… if you don't mind." He smiled.
He got himself cleaned up, while Helga nipped off and changed her panties. The Pyjama's weren't in a terrible state, so Arnold declined Helga's offer to try find something else. She brought him a bottle of water, turned off the TV, and climbed into his arms. Curled up in the enclosed, warm sofa, she was just about to drift off, when Arnold whispered against the back of her neck:
"Is now an appropriate time to tell you that I'm falling for you?"
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