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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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They drove to the nearest theater and after watching a movie (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest) they had a late lunch before returning to her apartment. Soon they were kissing and before long they had found their way back into her bedroom.
"It's after four, I really should be getting ready for work," Cameron moaned against the wall next to her bed after John's mouth left hers to attack her neck.
"Uh-ha," John grunted as he ground his crotch against hers, one of his hands fondling a breast through her t-shirt.
"Really," Cameron said rolling her hips as she thrust back against him, "we don't actually have time for this right now."
"Alright," John said as his other hand found her ass. Cameron tilted her head back, giving his mouth better access to her throat as she moaned again. His hand left her breast to lift the front of her t-shirt up to her collarbone, his mouth going down to kiss her through her bra, feeling her nipple tighten against his tongue through the fabric. He was about to try to extract one of her breasts from the confines of her bra before she finally managed to force herself to push him away. In fact she pushed him all the across the room, his back slamming against the opposite wall. She gave him a look that was part glare, part lust, then dropped to her knees before him.
"We have a little time," she said before undoing his jeans and pulling them down to his knees along with his boxers. She grabbed his erection, pumping her fist up and down his length a few times before bringing her mouth to him. She drew the flat of her tongue over his balls and up the underside of his cock, then kissed and licked his tip before rubbing him with her hand again. As she quickly jerked him her eyes left his penis to find his. He was staring down at her intently, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip as she pleasured him. She bent forward again, taking his head into her mouth and swirling her tongue around and over his sensitive glans.
John gasped, his hands grasping her shoulders as he closed his eyes. Cameron moved lower, licking his sack before sucking one of his balls into her mouth while her hands firmly massaged his cock. After a few moments she switched testicles before going back up to his penis, this time taking more than half of him into her mouth. One of her hands griped the base of his shaft while the other one went down to cup and gently fondle his nuts.
Cameron began to bob her head back and forth on his cock, her tongue a warm, spongy mass sliding against the underside of his dick as she took him in and out of her mouth. After a few moments of this John opened his eyes again and looked down, needing to confirm visually what his body was feeling. The sight didn't disappoint. Her honey colored eyes were still staring up at his face, her lips slightly stretched around his cock which was slick with her saliva as she quickly took him in and out of her mouth, cheeks hollowing and then filling out again as she sucked him.
The blowjob continued for several minutes, Cameron taking him out once to pump him with her fist for a few moments before engulfing him again. Finally John came, his balls quivering against her palm as he pumped his seed into her waiting mouth. She managed to swallow most of it, a small dribble of semen leaking from the corner of her lips, however once he had finished she pulled off of him and wiped it away with the back of her hand.
"Yeah, no taste whatsoever," Cameron said before standing. "I have to go get ready for work," she added before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. She went over to her dresser and grabbed a bundle of clothes while John caught his breath, then walked past him out of the bedroom. After a few moments he straightened, pulling his pants and boxers back up and walking out of the room. The apartment's main room was empty, Cameron presumably in the bathroom changing, and after a moment John made his way over to her bookshelf. There seemed to be no pattern behind its organization, a copy of Tom Sawyer shelved next to a book about the history of airplanes, which sat next to an encyclopedia (Volume 5: Ce-Dib). John studied the shelves for a few moments before one of the books caught his eye. He reached out and pulled The Wonderful Wizard of Oz off of the bookshelf and was still looking at in when Cameron came out of the bathroom a few moments later.
"Hi," she said. She wore a maroon knee-length dress with a dark green apron, which John figured must be her waitress uniform.
"Red and green... this diner have some sort of year-round Christmas theme going?" Cameron shrugged. "Seriously, fake ears and a hat and you could be Santa's helper."
Cameron raised an eyebrow at him. "I didn't design the outfit. And if you enjoyed what we just did in the bedroom and would like to experience it ever again I'd find a new topic of conversation."
"Okay, okay. You look very pretty," Cameron seemed somewhat placated by this. "How much time do you have before you need to be there?"
"Some, about half an hour. Why?"
"Well my apartment's not too far from here, but if you have time-"
"Yeah, I can probably drop you off," Cameron looked down at the book in his hand. "Hm, I'm on the thirteenth."
John stared at her blankly. "Thirteenth what?"
"Book, the book your holding, it's the first in a series of fourteen novels."
"Oh," John looked down at the book in his hand. "My mom read this to me when I was younger, several times actually. Never occurred to me that the author wrote more of them."
Cameron looked at him for a moment, then stepped around him to pull another book off her shelf which she held out to him. "The second one."
John took it from her and looked at the cover. The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum.
"Thanks."
"We should get going," Cameron responded softly. John nodded, replacing the first book on the shelf and following her out the door of her apartment. They left the building and went into the attached parking lot, making their way towards her large, gray truck. John gave her the address of his apartment and a few minutes later they were parked outside.
"About what time do you get off?"
"9:30."
"Alright. Where is it, anyway?"
"Ah," Cameron leaned across him and opened the glove-box, retrieving a pin and lose scrape of paper. She quickly scribbled an address onto it and handed it to him.
"Oh, okay," John said looking at it. "Never been there, but I think I've seen this place," He looked over at Cameron. "So, see you later?"
"I certainly hope so, I'm lending you one of my books," They briefly kissed, then John opened his door and climbed down onto the street bellow. He stepped back and watched as Cameron pulled away from the curb and drove away. Then John turned around and entered his apartment building. It wasn't quite as nice as Cameron's though it did have the advantage of a working elevator. Soon John was opening the door to his apartment. He was living with three other men, all of them part of the same construction crew, though at the moment only one of them was present, sitting in-front of the TV another one of their roommates had graciously provided.
He looked up as John entered. "Nice of you to show up. Another few hours and I'd have called the police," He said with mock-concern.
John rolled his eyes. "Nice to see you to Bill."
The other man turned off the TV. "So, have we been enjoying ourselves?"
"Mike and Chris both had work today, right?" John said ignoring the other man's question.
"Yeah. So tell me about it."
"About what?" John asked making his way into the kitchen and placing The Marvelous Land of Oz on the counter before retrieving a soda from the fridge.
Bill rose from the couch and followed John into the kitchen. "The cute little brunette Mike saw you leaving the bar with last night." He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer.
"I don't know how you drink that shit," John said. "I mean, I know we all try to enjoy the cheaper side of life, but that stuff is just... horrible."
Bill shrugged. "My philosophy with alcohol is that it's the destination, not the journey. Anyway you're changing the subject. Tell me about the pretty girl."
John shrugged. "Why the sudden interest in my social life?"
"Because John, this is the first indication that any of us have had that you have a social life. In the two months I've known you I don't think I've seen you more than look at a chick, and now you're leaving bars with them like fucking Don Juan. We're men John. It's important for us to share this things."
"Bill, about how many of those beers have you had so far?"
"The girl John, tell me about the girl."
John let out a snort of half amusement, half annoyance. "Last night we went back to her apartment and I spent the night, I'll leave the details to your more than qualified imagination. Then today we went to a park and then saw the new Pirates movie. Then she dropped me off here and went to this diner she works at."
"Was this just a one night thing or are you going to see more of each other?"
"Well she lent me a book and gave me the address of her diner, so yeah, I think we'll be seeing more of each other."
"A book?" Bill spotted the novel and snatched it from the counter. "What kind of girl gives a guy she just meet a book?"
"Why not ask what kind of guy takes a book from a girl?"
"The kind who wants to get into her panties again."
"I read The Wizard of Oz when I was a kid, and apparently this is the squeal."
"I read The Grapes of Wrath in high school, I certainly have no desire to see if the motherfucker wrote anything else."
"Yes Bill, but you dropped out of high school your senior year, right? Anyway, I've been wearing the same clothes for quite some time and would kind of like to change," John took the book back from his roommate and made his way into one of the apartment's two bedrooms which he shared with Chris.
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