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Carnal Instincts	By : LauralAvon Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 15025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was Saturday night. Earlier she’d gone out with Phoebe and a couple of the other girls, but she’d left early. She just wasn’t interested. She knew exactly what she was missing.

Her body still remembered the experience a couple of days before in the girl locker room at school. When she wasn’t careful, the bruise on the back of her head reminded her.

Twice he’d cornered her and seduced her. Twice she’d submitted. Not that she minded. Submitting to Arnold definitely had its rewards. But she’d always been the aggressor, since they were children. So why was she letting him control this? After the locker room it was clear they had…well something and that it wasn’t a one-time thing.

She glanced over at the clock in her room.

2:00am

Grabbing a jacket, she opened her bedroom window. It was time to take matters into her own hands.

So to speak.

Arnold tossed and turned; either it was hot out or he was hot. Either way he couldn’t get to sleep. Every time he’d drop off, his mind would go back to the locker room.

Right now, he was frustrated, and tired, and hot, and hard.

Was it possible to get addicted to sex with one person?

Flopping back down in bed, he glanced at his open skylight. Even that wasn’t helping. He needed something to help him take his mind off the heat.

Closing his eyes, he pictured Helga in the outfit he’d seen her in this afternoon. She was with Phoebe and a couple of the other girls. She was wearing a pink halter-top and short jean shorts.

He smiled. That was an image he wouldn’t be able to get out of his mind for a while. She hadn’t seen him so he’d been able to get a really good look at her outfit.

The shorts were low rise and stopped right under her ass, giving anyone a very good taste of what she had to offer. The pink halter was tied back and small enough that he could see that she hadn’t been wearing a bra. In fact, with that entire outfit, he’d be surprised if she’d had on any underwear.

Moaning softly, he let his hands trail down his chest towards the covers.

There was something to fantasize about. He imagined her slipping into this room right now. He’d be sitting at his desk, doing something, when he’d hear her. Turning around, he’d get an eyeful as she stood there, the light from his desk making her outfit almost transparent.

“I’m here to take care of that little problem you had.” She’d say.

Before he could get up, she stalked over to him, bringing her head down to his and kissing him hard. Her hands sliding down his body to cup the bulge in his jeans.

He moaned again, his hand sliding under the shorts to grasp himself.

She’d pull him to his feet and make quick work of the jeans he was wearing. Smiling coyly, she slid his boxer slowly off of him, making him wait.

Gasping softly, he began to stroke himself.

Slipping in through the skylight, she could barely make out his shadowed figure under the covers. One leg was up and he looked like he wasn’t sleeping that well.

Dropping to the floor quietly, she crept to the bed, when something stopped her in his tracks. Freezing, she strained her hearing.

In the quiet of the room, she heard him moan softly. Her eyes focused in the darkness and suddenly she could see movement. Her eyes widened. He was getting himself off. Without her.

Oh, this was not happening. Grinning, she threw off her jacket and carefully climbed onto the bed, slowly creeping towards him. He may have started something, but by God she was going to finish it.

He was too caught up in the fantasy to realize anything had changed. In his mind, Helga had just finished stripping him and was now crawling towards him, licking her lips. Rising up on her knees, she gave him a look. Before he could say anything, she slid her mouth over him, making him groan aloud. Closing his eyes, his hands slid down to curl into her hair. Her mouth was wet and warm and fit perfectly, hitting all the right spots. It was amazing, it felt like she was really there, her mouth on him, sucking and licking and making him beg like a little kid.

He bit his lip, arching into the warmth. Looking down at her, he watched her slide her mouth over him, sucking him in, her cheeks hollowing out every once in a while creating an added suction that made him go crazy.

He panted, his grip on her hair tightening. He was so close now.

“Don’t stop.” He begged quietly. “Please don’t stop.”

She looked up at him, an evil glint in her eye, and then deep throated him. He gasped again, his hips snapping against her mouth.

“I’m going to come.” He whimpered. “Oh God don’t…”

Another moment then he was almost down her throat again. It was all he could take. With a yelp he came, his hips jerking, his hands clawing at anything that he could grab; the sheets, her hair, the pillow…wait… his hands. Before he could think to hard on that, another wave hit him and he cried out losing himself in the fantasy.

He opened his eyes blearily, finally catching his breath. That had been the most intense fantasy he’d had in a long time. And his sheets were probably a mess. Groaning he felt around him. The sheets were clean. Frowning, he opened his eyes and sat up. Nothing was amiss. Well other than missing his shorts, everything else was clean.

With a flash he remembered both of his hands clawing the air during his orgasm. And one finding hair. If he wasn’t then…

“I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up.” A soft voice said from the vicinity of his couch.

“What the…” Scrambling for his shorts, he fell out of bed. Pulling his shorts on, he peered over the bed, fumbling for the small light. The small glow outlined Helga sitting on his couch. He peered at her.

“Helga?”

She stood up and he groaned. She was still wearing that outfit from this morning.

“Don’t mind me, I was just checking on you. Seeing how you were. But I see you have things…” she grinned. “Well in hand.”

Groaning, he dropped his head on the bed.

His clean spotless bed.

Waitaminute.

His head snapped back up. “How long have you been here?” He asked quietly.

She grinned evilly, and then licked something off the side of her mouth.

“Long enough. Night football head.”

He sat there, mouth agape as he watched her climb up the built in ladder that led to his skylight. She poked her head back in after she left his room.

“We should really do this again sometime.”

He waited until she’d left before falling back on his bed.

The best blowjob of his life and he’d missed.

Glancing up at the skylight, he smirked.

Two can play at this game, he thought. And payback’s a bitch.
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