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The Girl	By : fandarkly Category: S through Z > Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles Views: 5547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was one of those nights that never happened. Certainly not to almost twenty-three year old John Connor. He had come into the local bar after spending another day working as part of the construction crew building a new subdivision outside of Detroit. He sat down at his usually stool, ordered a beer, and prepared to follow through with the routine he had developed over the last two months. Spend the next hour to hour and a half drinking, not enough to get drunk, but definitely sufficient to develop a respectable buzz. He would occasionally join in on the various antics of his fellow patrons, many of them his co-workers, but usually not. There were a good number of girls in the bar, some of them single, but he rarely talked to them and after the first week or two they usually didn’t talk to him. Not that he minded. Many of them were pretty enough, but beyond that he rarely found any of them to be particularly interesting.

However on that night, about twenty minutes after he had sat down (or halfway through his first bottle) a girl sat down on the stool next to him. Not that that was particularly unusual, in fact John barely noticed, but what made tonight different than any other night in a long time was that instead of ordering something the girl turned to him and said hello.

It took John two or three seconds to realize what had happened, and about another second for him to come to the conclusion that she was in fact talking to him.

“Ah, hi.” John looked over at her. She was about his age, maybe a little younger. She wore a dark red sweater, zipped up about halfway over a blue v-neck shirt that displayed the barest hint of pale cleavage. She had eyes the color of honey and a wild mane of chestnut hair that spilled about halfway down her back.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked coming up to stand in front of her. “Beer,” she said, her eyes not leaving John’s face. “The cheapest kind you have.”

John snorted. “You have very sophisticated tastes,” He looked forward again, taking another small sip from his bottle.

A few moments later the bartender dropped a bottle down in front of the girl. “Hm... obviously,” she said, knocking off the cap of the bottle with a flick of her thumb. “I mean... I think I got the same brand you did,” She took a swig of her drink.

The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes. “So, you want to go somewhere?” The girl asked suddenly.

Instead of choking John managed to semi-casually swallow his last sip, a feat which he thought was very impressive. Then he turned to look at her.

“Whaaat?”

So much for impressive.

The girl smiled. “I said do you want to go somewhere?”

“I... don’t know. Like where?”

She shrugged. “How far is it to your place?”

“Twenty minute walk. And I share it with three other guys.”

“Mine’s five minutes. And I have it to myself,” She glanced down at his almost empty bottle. “Unless you’d rather just stay here and have another.”

John quickly finished off his drink, then stuffed his hand into his pants to grab his wallet. “You want me to pay for yours?” he asked. It seemed the proper thing to do, especially considering where this seemed to be going.

The girl smiled again, but shook her head. “That’s alright,” Standing, she pulled out her own wallet. John stood as well, finding that he was a good head taller than her. They paid for their respective drinks, then left. John paused for a moment as he stepped out into the warm, late summer night air. Then he turned and followed the girl as she walked briskly down the sidewalk. They went on in silence, which John found increasingly awkward. The bar had been one thing. After she said hello he had thought that that would be that, and had sort of stopped paying attention to her again. Sort of. But now, they were walking to her house, or as they were in the middle of downtown Detroit more likely her apartment. They were presumably about, the only thing John could think of that she might have in mind... fuck it, they were probably going to have sex.

John was by no means a virgin, his first time being with a redhead named Ann he had met when he was sixteen living in New Mexico. Three days later his mother, for no reason he could discern, moved them to Louisiana, though he was fairly sure it wasn’t because she knew about what he had done. However he never had any sort of real relationships, romantic or otherwise, so his opportunities for intimate contact with the opposite sex were few and far between. In fact as he walked John realized that his last time had been almost a year ago, on his birthday, actually. He had had worse presents.

However as they continued on in silence, his mind racing, John began to wonder if they were really going to do what he thought, hoped, they were going to do. After all all she has asked was if he wanted to go to her place. Maybe he had misread it, and she just wanted to ‘get to know him better’. Not that he would have a problem if that was all she wanted, though ‘getting to know each other better’ generally didn’t go very well for him. There was only so much ‘getting to know each other’ you could do when you were reluctant to tell someone anything about your past, but also didn’t want to lie about it. For the love of God, why wouldn’t she say anything?

After what seemed to John to be hours, but in fact was only six minutes, they reached the girl’s apartment building. They entered and made their way up several flights of stairs (the elevator was temporarily out of order) until they reached the third floor, apartment number 322. The girl took out her keys and unlocked then opened the door. John followed her inside before she closed the door again, locked it, threw her keys onto a nearby table, then grabbed John and kissed him deeply.

They quickly moved into her room, the girl working to unbutton his shirt as they kissed. John lay his hands on her hips, lightly holding her as she guided them to her bed. John felt the mattress bump against the back of his legs as the brunette ended their kiss to slid his over-shirt off and toss it haphazardly to the side, her other hand resting on his t-shirt clad chest. John cupped the side of her face, bending down to kiss her jaw and then kiss and bite his way around her neck. Her hand on his chest fisted his shirt when he playfully nibbled on the shell of her ear. John trailed his way down her neck to where it met her shoulder, licking the skin there before gently biting it, then licking again. His hand on her cheek moved around to hold the back of her head while his other hand that was still resting on her side slid down to cup her ass.

The girl let out a low moan as his mouth moved further down to her collarbone. She unzipped her sweater and shrugged it off as he turned them around, pushing her back so that she was sitting on her bed. John knelt down before her, his hands running down her legs to her feet. He tried unsuccessfully for a moment to pull her shoes off before stopping to untie the laces first. He then removed them along with her socks before sliding his hands back up her body to grasp the hem of her shirt. The girl held her arms up and bend forward slightly, allowing John to pull it off. Letting her top fall to the ground John brought his mouth back to her neck, his tongue dipping into the hollow of her throat before moving lower, kissing his way down her chest between her breasts until his mouth came to the strip of fabric connecting the cups of her bra.

The girl pulled his face away from her chest, swooping down to give him a short, deep kiss before pulling off his t-shirt. She slid off her bed, pushing him up to take her place, then repeated his early actions, removing his shoes and socks, then going one step further by reaching up to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. John lifted his ass off the bed allowing her to pull both his pants and boxers off in one motion, leaving him completely nude.

The girl licked her lips as she stood, her eyes fixed on his not unimpressive erection which released from his pants was now standing up against his stomach. After a moment she unsnapped her jeans, pushing both them and her panties off at the same time. John gazed at her sex, exposed pink folds glistening with arousal below a thatch of chestnut hair as the girl removed her gray cotton bra before crawling onto her bed, taking John's his hand and pulling him along with her. John bent down and kissed her as he knelt on all fours above her, his knees by her hips, one hand next to her head while the other slid down her stomach towards her pussy, his fingers moving through soft, downy curls to find her bare neither lips wet and swollen.

John kissed her again, their tongues greeting each other inside her mouth while his hand left her sex to grasp his own arousal. Lowering his pelvis to hers so that his tip meet her folds he guided himself down the length of her slit until he found her entrance.

The girl grasped his hips, her legs tangling with his as she bucked against him, causing him to moan into their kiss as her pussy engulfed the first half inch of his cock. John pulled his mouth away from hers, gritting his teeth as he thrust the rest of the way into her waiting sex. The girl mewed softly as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, eyes closed and head pressed against her pillow even as her pelvis jerked against his in a futile attempt to drive him in even further.

For his part John fought not to cum then and there as he felt the soft walls of her hot, wet, impossibly tight cunt twist and squeeze around his member. After a moment the girl began to gyrate against him causing about an inch of his shaft to slide in and out of her. John moaned, grabbing her hip in an attempt to still her as he felt a dangerous churning in his balls, his body already humming with his impending orgasm.

“Stop,” he hissed, his fingernails digging into her hip. The girl stilled against him. “I haven't, done this in a while,” John panted after a moment.

The girl stroked the back of his head, lifting hers from her pillow to give him a small kiss. “Me either,” she said dropping her head back down. “The night's young... and I'm in no hurry.” They lay there for awhile, John adjusting to the feel of her body against and around his as his hand left her hip to slid up her stomach and over her ribs to palm one of her breasts. The girl let out a soft sigh, rolling her shoulder to press her pert bosom more firmly against his hand as one of her hands stroked his neck and upper back. Her breath caught as he gently plucked at her nipple before lowering his mouth to hers, kissing her as he began to rock his pelvis against hers causing him to shift within her tight depths. The girl kissed him back, her other hand joining her first in exploring his back as her hips moved to match his gyrations. Once he felt that he had gathered about as much control as was likely under the circumstances John began to move in and out of her, his strokes slow and shallow at first but gradually lengthening.

John drew his mouth from hers to bury his face in her neck. He began to move faster, drawing most of his length from her sex only to thrust back in a moment later, her pelvis rising to meet his every time. The bed creaked beneath them as they fucked, his hand leaving her breast to slid under her back as he dropped his torso against hers, crushing her soft tits against his chest, her hard nipples rubbing against his own smaller ones. The girl let out a particularly sharp cry as one of her hands slid down his spine to grasp his ass, her voice horse, commanding him to continue, not that he could or would have stopped or even slowed if he had wanted to.

All too soon he felt his control begin to slip as his pleasure mounted. John moaned, his breath hot against her neck. Gathering his breath he managed to worn her of his impending orgasm. She didn't respond, however a moment later her hand released his ass to slip between their sweat slicked bodies, her fingers quickly finding her clitoris, working to bring herself off faster. Finally John cried out as he came, the girl following him over a moment later. They clutched each other as they ground their hips together in an attempt to bury his cock deeper within her quivering depths as he emptied himself into her womb.

Their bodies went limp as their orgasms subsided, each of them gasping for breath as they came down from their high. Somehow John managed to find the strength to force his drained body to move, rolling off of the girl so as not to crush her. The girl curled herself against him, her body hot against his own. The air conditioner set into the bedroom window, which in their hast John had failed to notice earlier, made its presence known as it blew cool air over his sweat covered skin.

“Hm... that was fun,” the brunette muttered against his shoulder.

John snorted. “That's one word for it.”

The girl rolled over so that she was lying on her stomach next to his and rose up on her elbows. “Really? What word would you use?”

John shrugged. “Like, fucking... amazing.”

“Technically that's two words,” the girl responded with a giggle, “but I'll take it,” She dropped her head down to give him a brief kiss. “You weren’t bad yourself.”

John snorted. “You got lucky. It's a fucking miracle I didn't cum during the first five seconds.”

“Really?” the girl asked, her hand moving to draw random patterns on his chest. “I think you held up alright.”

John looked at her. “Hey, try not to take this the wrong way, but is this something you do a lot, pick up random guys in bars?”

The girl shrugged. “No offense taken. And like I said a minute ago, its been awhile for me too. And while me and my left hand enjoy a...very close relationship, sometimes you just need the real thing, you know?”

“Glad I was there to help,” John replied dryly. “Actually, it would be nice if more girls had, needs.”

“Oh, we do,” the girl replied. “We just usually expect you to get to know us first. You hit the fucking lottery is all.”

John smirked. “I didn't say you were that good.”

The girl's smile faded to a look of mock indignation before she playful smacked him. She lifted her arm to strike him again but John captured her wrist, then quickly forced her onto her back as he climbed on top of her. She pretended to struggle against him as he pinned both of her hands above her head, though from the grin she couldn't quite keep off her face it was obvious she didn't mind her current predicament.

“Take it back,” she said. She was trying to sound angry, but the effect was ruined when her sentence ended with a giggle.

“Take what back?”

“That thing you said. When a girl takes you into her bed and fucks your brains out without so much as making you buy her a drink first, you do not insult her sexual prowess! Unless she really really sucks, or bites you while giving head or something.”

John groaned. “First, don't every say that to a guy, even as a joke. Second, I'm sorry if I insulted your sexual powers-”

“-prowess-”

“and I'm really glad you choose me to get off on.” John released her wrists and sat up. The girl immediately folded her arms across her chest, unfortunately hiding her breasts in the process, and turned her head so that she wasn't looking at John, her lower lip jutting out in a fake pout. John sighed, resting his hands on her lower stomach, gently stroking her flesh.

“Come on........ fuck.”

The girl looked back at him quizzically, all pretense at anger gone. “What is it?”

“I don't actually know your name,” The moment the words were out of his mouth John regretted them, thinking that he would now get to see what she looked like when she was actually pissed off and not just pretending. However, she merely looked up at him thoughtfully.

“Oh. I never gave it to you,” she tilted her head to the side. “You never asked. People usually ask,” It didn’t sound like an accusation, merely an observation. “Of course as you mentioned earlier, people usually don't pick up random strangers for sex, so you're forgiven. My name's Cameron, Cameron Phillips.”
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