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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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John awoke the next morning to the feeling of sunshine bathing his upper chest and face. He vaguely noticed that the air conditioner was no longer running. He looked over at the clock and after a moment opened his eyes to find that it was about eight-thirty. Cameron was no longer curled up against him, though he could sense her lying next to him. He turned to look at her and to his surprise found her awake. She was lying on her side facing him, her head resting on her hand that was propped up on her elbow as she looked down at him, her lips curved in a slight smile.

“How long have you been awake?” John asked.

The brunette shrugged. “Not long.”

John nodded. He continued to meet her gaze for a few moments, then allowed his eyes to slide down her face, along the column of her neck to her chest to reacquaint himself with her pert breasts, the upturned points of her nipples soft in the warm morning air.

“Do you have to leave soon?” Cameron asked after allowing him a few moments to admire her nudity.

“Ah,” John blinked, drawing his eyes from her breasts back up to her face. “No. In fact I have the next four days off from work. Why, do you want me to... leave?”

Cameron shook her head with a smile. “Hm... quite the opposite,” She gave him a quick kiss, then threw the covers back and rose from the bed. John watched as she walked across the room and bent over with her legs wide apart, staying in that position a few moments longer than strictly necessary giving John a rather pleasing view of her ass and pussy before straightening, the gray plaid shirt he had been wearing in her hand. She slipped it on and then left the room.

After a moment John got up as well, ignoring the rest of his clothes that had been strewn around the bedroom in their haste the night before as he followed her out of the room. He found himself in the main area of her apartment, which he hadn’t really got a chance to examine the night before. There was a couch facing him with a table and lamp next to it, no TV, and then next to the door leading out of the apartment was the small round table she had thrown her keys on. Lying next to it was her purse, which she hadn’t had with her when they met the night before. Next to the table was a half full bookshelf. In the middle of the room, a few feet behind the couch was another, larger table with three chairs around it. Apart from the bedroom the apartment appeared to have three other rooms, one next to the bedroom and the other two on the opposite side of the main room. Their doors were closed, so while he was sure one was a bathroom he could only guess what the other two were.

Cameron stood in the kitchen. It was in the far corner of the room, with a stove in the very corner of the apartment. About two feet in front of the stove was one of the far doors. Next to the stove was a dishwasher, then a sink. Next to the sink was a counter which ran about five feet before reaching the refrigerator. Sitting on the counter was a microwave and a toaster. Above all of this were cupboards. After the refrigerator the counter changed directions, reaching into the apartment about ten feet to serve as a border separating the kitchen from the rest of the room. The kitchen was open on its remaining side, distinct from the rest of the room in that its floor was covered by linoleum instead of carpet.

As John watched Cameron pulled a frying pan out of its cupboard above the sink and placed it on the stove. The she went over to the refrigerator. “How do eggs sound?” she asked.

“Ah, fine,” John said. She had rolled up the cuffs of his shirt one or two times to free her hands but had left the front unbuttoned, allowing him a brief flash of a breast as she pulled a box of eggs out of her refrigerator. She put the eggs on the counter, then reached up to another cupboard to get a measuring cup, almost lifting the hem of his shirt enough to expose her ass. John walked over to the counter as she put the cup next to the eggs, resting his hands on it as he watched her.

As she opened the freezer built into the top of the refrigerator to pull out a packet of bacon John moved forward, stepping up behind her and placing his hands on her hips, the shirt she was wearing the only thing separating their skin. He shifted forward slightly, allowing the tip of his erection to press against the small of her back. Cameron went still, then after a moment put the bacon back into the freezer. She twisted around in his arms, bringing her hands up to the side of his face and pulling him to her for a kiss, his cock pressing hotly against the slight lower curve of her stomach.

John quickly moved her over to the counter which she immediately jumped up on, spreading her legs wide to allow him room between them. John stepped into her, his hand going down to her sex to see if she was ready for him. Cameron bucked her hips against him as he stroked her, then once he felt she was wet enough he moved his hand away, Cameron bringing hers down to grasp his cock and bring him to her core. Sitting on the counter she wasn't quite high enough for easy access and it took a few moments of shifting for them to line his penis up with her entrance at an angel that would allow for penetration. However he was finally able to thrust forward, sinking his length into her depths.

Cameron cried out as he entered her, throwing her head back as he filled and stretched the walls of her pussy. She brought her legs up, wrapping them around his waist and securing him against her. Her upper body was leaning away from him, her arms stretching back behind her as she rested on her palms. John closed his eyes for a moment as he once again adjusted to the feel of her body, then opened them again before reaching out and slipping his shirt off of her shoulders to reveal her breasts.

After a few moments Cameron brought her head back up so that she was looking at him. “Do you always say good morning with your dick?”

John shook his head. “Only after I spend the night with a pretty girl.”

Cameron nodded. “Okay, enough banter. Fuck me.”

John immediately complied, pulling halfway out of her only to slam back in, sending shock waves up through her body causing the mounds of her breasts to quiver. He repeated the action, only this time Cameron lifted her ass off of the counter to meet him. John placed one hand on the small of her back as they moved against each other, helping her to match his rhythm while he placed his other arm next to one of hers, bracing himself against the counter as he leaned over her.

John kissed his way down her neck, lightly biting her collarbone before soothing the spot with his tongue. He continued on down into the heart of her cleavage before moving onto her left breast, exploring her with his mouth for a few moments before latching onto her nipple. Cameron shifted one of her hands so she could balance all of her weight on it, then brought her other hand up to cup the back of his head, steadying him against her breast as he nursed her.

After a few minutes John switched breasts while they continued to fuck each other with short, quick strokes. Eventually he left that breast as well, moving back up her body to kiss her again. He felt his control begin to slip, his balls starting to tighten within their sac as his body prepared for the end. Not sure how close Cameron was, John brought his hand away from her back around to her front, exploring the top of her slit in search of her clitoris. He found it, rubbing her sensitive nub causing her to moan into their kiss, her pussy clenching tightly around his penis.

He thrust into her a few more times before cumming, braking their kiss to throw his head back as he groaned, slamming his cock back into her snatch and emptying himself into her womb. As the power of his ejaculations began to tapper off she came as well, her cries much loader than his as her body tipped over the edge into ecstasy. As she began to come down the arm that had been holding her up gave out, her upper body collapsing against the counter, her head falling over the edge. After a few moments her legs unhooked from around his waist and fell to the sides.

John's hand left her pussy to join his other one on the counter. He shifted his pelvis away from her, his softening manhood slipping out of her still twitching sex. He bend down, planting a kiss an inch or so above her bellybutton. He got up onto the counter next to her, one of his hands resting on her leg, gently stroking her warm flesh. Cameron sat up with a grunt, snuggling against him and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Good morning,” she muttered.

“You too,” They sat there in silence for a few minutes, then “So, where's your bathroom?”

“Oh, ah...” Cameron lifted her head from his shoulder and twisted around on the counter so that she was looking behind them. “Well, you've already seen the bedroom. The door next to it is the bathroom. And in case you were wondering, these two doors on this side are closets. Well actually the far one is a bit big for a closet, I think it's meant to be a laundry room, but the place didn't come with a washer and drier, and I don't really have that kind of money, so...”

“That's very interesting,” John said tonelessly. He kissed her on the cheek, planted another one on the tip of her shoulder, and then spun around on the counter so he was facing the other way and hoped back onto the floor. He quickly made his way over to the bathroom and entered it, closing the door behind him. It was larger than the one in his apartment, but not by much. Next to him on his right was the sink, and above it a mirror/medicine cabinet. Next to the sink was the toilet, and on the other side of the room was the shower/tub. There was a small, narrow window set into the far wall. John made his way over to the toilet, lifting the lid and seat with his foot before reliving himself. He flushed the toilet (again using one of his feet) then put the seat and lid back down and washed his hands.

He left the bathroom to see that Cameron had gone back to preparing breakfast, and then made his way back into her bedroom. He slipped on his t-shirt, but after a few moments of searching was unable to find his boxers. He gave the room a final look-over before shrugging and walking back into the apartment's main area. He walked into the kitchen only to discover what had become of his underwear, Not only was Cameron once again wearing his over-shirt, but while he was using her bathroom she had also apparently gone back to the bedroom and put on his boxers.

She was cooking several strips of bacon in a frying pan as John stepped up behind her. “You're wearing my underwear,” he whispered in her ear.

“Hm, I thought guys liked seeing girls in their cloths, especially after sex?” She moved over to start cracking eggs into the measuring cup.

“We do,” John said resting his hands on her hips, “And you can keep the shirt for a while, but I don't really have anything else to wear, so I'm going to need these back now.”

Cameron looked back at him, her eyes scanning his t-shirt clad chest before going down to his crotch, her gaze lingering on his dick for several moments before she looked up at his face. “I think I like you better this way,” she said with a smirk. “If you want you could barrow a pair of my panties, or sweatpants of something,” she added innocently.

John snorted. “Yeah, right,” He hocked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off her hips to pool around her feet. Cameron sighed dramatically, but stepped out of them allowing John to pick them up and slip them on. He slid his hands up her back, shifting her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck. As he made his way up to one of her ears his hands moved around to her frond, cupping her breasts through his shirt. Cameron immediately responded by swatting at one of his hands with a spatula.

“Unless you want burned bacon and raw eggs fro breakfast I suggest you keep your hands to yourself. Why don't you set the table or something?” She asked before sticking the spatula into the measuring cup and string the eggs together.

“Alright,” John said backing away. He found plates in one of the cupboards and after searching through several drawers he was able to locate the utensils. He put bread in the toaster while Cameron dumped the bacon onto another plate before poring the eggs into the now empty pan.

“Don't you need something to stop them from sticking to the pan?” John asked.

Cameron shook her head. “There's plenty of grease left over from the bacon, that should be enough.”

John shrugged, going over to her refrigerator and after looking around for a few moments pulled out a small tub of something called buttery spread. He opened it and after deciding that it looked passable went over to put it on the table. The toaster beeped loudly and John grabbed their plates, putting a piece of toast on each of them and returning to the table. Cameron followed him a few moments later with the frying pan, dumping and equal share of scrambled eggs onto each of their plates.

“Um, there's milk and orange juice in the refrigerator. And packets of mint tea in the cupboard, sorry but I don't really drink coffee. Well, there's also beer, but it's like nine in the morning...”

“Orange juice will be fine, thank you,” Cameron went back into the kitchen. She filled a glass with water and put it in the microwave, then grabbed another cup and a bottle from the refrigerator and brought them to the table. She went back into her bedroom and came out again a few moments later wearing a pair of bright pink panties. She fastened the bottom three buttons of her borrowed shirt as John retrieved the plate of bacon from the kitchen. She passed him on his way back to the table and a moment later the microwave beeped. She removed the cup of now hot water and grabbed a long, slender spoon and a packet of tea from the cupboard, making her way with them back to the table. They both sat down and she opened the packet and dumped its contents into her cup while John put two stripes of bacon on his plate before applying a liberal amount of 'buttery spread' to his toast while Cameron stirred her tea with the spoon. Then they began eating.

After a few minutes past in silence John began to wonder if he should say something. Up until now they had been keeping busy, mostly by have sex, and there hadn't been room for much conversation. He had never had any relationships that had lasted for any length of time, nor had he ever been very good at starting conversation, one of the reasons his relationships never lasted. His mother insisting on moving them every two months hadn't helped much. And so far just about everything about his time with this girl had gone against what he knew of how things usually worked, leaving him even more unsure then usually.

“So, ah, what do you do. For a living?” John asked, deciding that it was either that or the weather.

Cameron looked up at him. “Ah, waitress. What about you?” She drank some of her tea.

“I'm part of a construction crew building this new suburb.”

“Oh. That sounds interesting.”

John shook his head. “It really isn't,” He sat there for another few moments trying to think of something else to say.

Possibly sensing his difficulty Cameron spoke. “So, there's this park a few blocks from here, you want to like, go for a walk or something?”

John looked at her for a few moments trying to figure out how to phrase his next question before giving up and deciding to just start talking and hope that by some miracle he didn't fuck things up.

“What is this? Us, I mean. At this point things are staring to look less and less like a one night stand or something, and, I'm not saying I don't want to go for a walk or anything, I just... what is it we're doing?”

Cameron looked back a him thoughtfully for a little while while she formulated her response. Finally she took another drink of tea, then spoke. “I think I might like you, John. I mean, the sex was great, but maybe I like you for more than just your penis. And if you maybe like me for more than just my vagina then maybe we should get to know each other. If you're asking me what my long term plan is, I honesty don't have one. I recently decided that they're overrated and have been trying to ovoid them.”

John nodded. “Well, I can assure you that I like you for more than just your pussy. Your tits are amazing,” Cameron rolled her eyes, but she also smiled slightly, and John was almost sure she thrust her chest out a little. “And yeah, when we're done I'd like to go for a walk.”

Her smile widened, and they finished eating in silence. Once they were done John moved back from the table and stood. “So, you think before this walk we could take a shower?”

“Probably a good idea, though I think we should take them separately. Showering together generally leads to sex, which in my experience doesn’t work as well in a shower as people like to imagine. At best it's increasingly awkward, at worst someone slips and hurts themselves. Seeing as you don't know where anything goes anyway why don't you go first while I clean up.”

“Right,” John said nodding. He made his way around to her side of the table and briefly kissed her, then turned and made his way to the bathroom.

“There should be three bottles,” Cameron called after him. “The blue one is body wash, the white is soap, and the green is conditioner, though you shouldn't need that one. OH, and while there is hot water, it can tend to be a bit fickle.”

About fifteen minutes later John stuck his head out of the bathroom. “Ah tow...” He trailed off when he noticed Cameron standing by the door, holding a large white towel. “Thanks. Ah, how long have you been standing there?”

Cameron shrugged. “Not long.”

John retreated back into the bathroom before coming out a few minutes later wearing his shirt and boxers and carrying his towel. “Ah, what should I do with this?” he asked.

Cameron, who had been sitting on the couch reading something looked up at him. To his surprise he saw that she was wearing a pair of glasses. Cameron put her book and glasses down on the table next to the couch and rose to walk over to him.

“There's a hamper in the bedroom, you can throw the towel in that. Here,” She removed his shirt and handed it to him. “You can have this back.”

After a moment John managed to take the shirt, his mind too busy processing the newly exposed pair of breasts in front of him to bother with much else. His gaze followed her as she sauntered past him into the bathroom. She turned to face him again, slipping her panties off and allowing him several moments to admire her before closing the bathroom door with a laugh. John shook his head in an attempt to clear it before making his way back to her bedroom to put on the rest of his clothes.
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