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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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Mary Cartmen turned at the jingling sound that accompanied someone opening the door to see a young man wearing a black leather jacket entering the diner. She vaguely noticed that he was holding a book in his left hand. He looked around for a moment before making his way to the nearest empty both which was right next to one of the large windows looking out on the street.
“What can I get for you?” She asked as came to a stop next to his table. He looked up at her.
“Ah, coffee I guess.”
“Anything else?”
He shook his head. “Not right now,”
She got his coffee, then went over to one of her fellow waitresses who was in the process of collecting six plates of food for another table.
“Need help?” Mary asked.
Cameron shook her head. “I can manage. Thanks though,” She turned and made her way over to what could either be a group of friends, or judging by the equal division a male and female and the seating arrangement, possibly a triple date. A few moments later Cameron returned to her side.
“So, did you see the cute guy who came in a minute ago?”
Cameron looked around in the direction that Mary was starring and smiled.
“I seem to have made an impression.”
“What?” Mary said looking between the man and Cameron. “You know him?”
“We meet last night.”
“And....?”
“And when I told him I had to go to work he asked me for the address.”
Mary looked between the man and Cameron again, then shook her head. “So that's why Joe said you were fifteen minutes late, which for you is still five minutes early,” Mary looked at John again. “Personally I think I would have just called in sick.”
“The thought did occur to me,” Cameron looked around and, determining that there was no one in immediate need of service made her way over to John.
“How's the book?”
John looked up at her. “I just started.”
“Oh, right.”
“Well I should get back. How long are you planing on staying?”
“Until you get off if that's alright. Unless there are like rules about how long-”
Cameron shook her head. “It probably isn't going to get that busy. As long as you get a refill at least every thirty of forty minutes I doubt Joe, they guy in charge of this shift, is going to care.”
“Hm,” John picked up his cup. “That might be a lot of coffee. Maybe I should switch to decaf.”
Cameron shrugged. “I don't know,” she said coyly. “It might take us a while to get to bed. Well sleep anyway. You wouldn't want to get tired to soon,” With that she turned around and went of to another part of the diner.
She went back to him every once in a while either to talk for a moment or get him a refill. After the fifth cup of coffee John switched to decaf, telling Cameron that if she wanted to keep him up all night she'd just have to find a way to do it on her own. She responded that she could probably think of something. Otherwise John just sat there reading. By nine he was the only customer left in the diner. Cameron went over to the window leading to the kitchen.
“So well be closing soon right?”
“Yeah,” said Joe. “In fact I think your boyfriend is the only one still out there.”
“I'm not sure I'd call him my, never mind. Can I have two number one's to go then.”
“Yeah, okay. They should be ready in about five minutes. Why don't you go get ready to go and well close early.”
“Ah alright, thanks.”
“Don't mention it.”
Cameron went in back to put away her notepad, gather her purse and punch out before making her back to the front of the diner.
“You ready to go?” she asked.
“Ah sure,” John said.
“Good. I just got us dinner, it should be ready in a minute, after that we can go.”
John nodded. He stood, took out his wallet and put some money on the table to pay for his coffees then grabbed the book and stood there waiting for her to be ready. After another minute Cameron got their food and the two of them walked outside.
“So,” Cameron said. “who’d you get here?” John nodded at a black motorcycle. “Sweet,” Cameron muttered in approval.
“So, should I follow you back?”
Cameron nodded. “Yeah. My apartment came with two parking spaces. I explained to the manager that I only needed the one but apparently that would have been too complicated.”
John went over to his motorcycle and unlocked then opened a compartment in the back seat to pull out his helmet, then climbed on and started the engine. He arrived at her apartment complex about five minutes before Cameron did, and waited for her at the entrance to the parking lot. Finally her truck pulled up and Cameron directed him to take the parking spot next to hers. She grabbed their food from her truck and they entered her building and began climbing the stairs.
Cameron unlocked and opened the door to her apartment and John followed her in.
“Why don't you sit down while I get us something to drink,” John suggested. Cameron sat on the couch while John went into the kitchen.
“What do you want?” he asked opening the refrigerator.
“I don't know, anything,” John shrugged, then grabbed two beers and returned to the couch.
“Cheers,” he said sitting down and handing her her drink in exchange for the white styrofoam take-out box containing his dinner. They ate in silence and when they were done John stood, taking Cameron's empty container and beer can with his own and disposing of them in the kitchen. He returned to the couch a few moments later to find Cameron removing her apron.
“You tired?” John asked.
Cameron shook her head. “Not really,” She grinned. “But that doesn’t mean I don't feel like going to bed.”
John felt a jolt of arousal travel through his body, his head feeling light as his blood was suddenly redirected to new, more important areas. He moved forward, dropping to the ground in front of her, his hands resting on her legs just below her knees. Cameron looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.
“You were very nice to me this afternoon,” John said running his hands up her legs and under her dress. “I think it's only fair I return the favor.” Cameron looked at him for a second before her eyes widened with understanding and she quickly shifted on the couch so that she was sitting on the very edge while leaning back.
John smirked, then ran his hands the rest of the way up her legs, pushing up her dress to reveal her pink panties. He rubbed her thighs for a few moments before sliding one of his hands upward and lightly running his thumb over her cotton covered sex causing her to let out a slight gasp. John bent down, giving her inner thigh a light kiss, followed by another one on her panties over her pussy.
John wrapped his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and Cameron lifted her hips allowing him to pull them off of her. He slid them down her legs, pausing to remove her shoes as well before turning his attention to her sex. While he had seen it a few times before he had never got to look at it for more than a few seconds, and certainly never this close. He bent forward again, inhaling the musky sent of her arousal before running his thumb up the length of her slit, feeling her soft, moist, intimate flesh.
John looked up at her face, his finger moving through the neatly trimmed curls covering her pubis. “Just so you know, I've never actually done this before.”
“You know what to do?”
“Ah,” His eyes slid down her body back to her pussy. “I think I understand the general theory,” He took a moment to shrug off his jacket before bending down again, his hands griping her thighs, pushing her legs further apart. Her dress had fallen back down a bit, partly obscuring his objective, but before he could move it out of his way Cameron beat him to it, pulling it up so that everything below her navel was exposed.
John lightly pressed his lips against her bare folds. He let his tongue peek out, tasting her. He wasn't sure he could find a word for the flavor of her cum, but is certainly wasn't tasteless, and was actual somewhat pleasant. His tongue came out again, exploring her sex and collecting more of her fluids. Cameron let out a low moan when he found her entrance, dipping his tongue into her hot core.
One of her hands found the top of his head, grasping his hair tightly as he tongued her pussy. One of his hands left her leg to find the top of her her slit and she cried out when his thumb found her clitoris. After a moment John pulled away from her.
“I get that you're enjoying yourself,” he said while gingerly rubbing the back of his head. “And that's good and all, put pull any harder and I swear you would have ended up take out big clumps of my hair.”
“Oh, sorry,” Cameron said meekly.
“It's alright,” John said with a grin. “at least I know I'm doing something right. Just, you know, try to be gentler, or find something else to claw at.”
“Right,” Suddenly Cameron grinned, then sat up, undoing the first few buttons of her dress before pulling the whole thing over her head and dropping it on the floor behind the couch. Then she unsnapped her bra, shrugging it off and tossing it onto the floor near the bedroom. Then she lay back against the couch again, one hand resting on her stomach, the other cupping one of her breasts, thumb slowly circling her nipple.
“As you were,” she said after a few moments.
John starred at her as she fondled herself for another second before returning to her waiting cunt. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers before bringing his mouth the rest of the way in. He began to lap at her, moans of encouragement drifting down on him as he licked her. He tried his best to very the movements of his tongue, listening to her cries to try and figure out what she liked the most. He moved slightly higher, pressing the flat of his tongue against the hood of her clit while his fingers continued to rub her. Cameron gasped at the contact, bucking her hips against his mouth. John backed off slightly, sticking out his tongue and pressing the tip against her clit, swirling it around her sensitive nub.
Cameron swore, clutching her breast as John pleasured her. A few moments later she came, screaming his name as she orgasmed, grinding herself against his mouth. John sat up, watching her face while one of his hands continued to stroke her. After a few moments her tense body began to loosen, her ass dropping back down to the edge of the couch, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Her hand released her breast, her fingernails leaving behind angry red marks on her creamy flesh.
John moved up, one hand continuing to rub her pussy, a finger teasing her entrance, his other hand going around to her back. He brought his mouth to her breast, kissing each of her nail-marks and soothing her supple flesh with his tongue. One of Cameron's hands came up, her fingers gently stroking his hair.
“You want me to keep going?” John murmurer against her bosom.
Cameron nodded. “Yes. God, yes, John, keep going.”
John kissed her nipple, bathing the pink nub with his tongue as he slipped one of his fingers into her channel, her hot, wet, tight inner walls contracting around him as he pushed into her depths. He began to saw in and out of her while his thumb circled her clit, teasing but never actuality touching the bundle of nerves.
Cameron cooed softly at his ministrations, lightly thrusting against his hand, matching the rhythm of his finger moving in and out of her sex. She moaned approvingly as he added a second finger and began to thrust into her faster. He gave her nipple one last kiss before moving his mouth down along the underside of her breast and then over her ribs, kissing, licking, and occasional nibbling his way down her torso. Her hand resumed its former position on the breast he had abandon while he made his way down to her bellybutton, dipping his tongue into her navel. He felt her stomach quiver against his mouth as his fingers continued to fuck her with increased speed and power. Her other hand tightened in his hair momentarily before pushing his head back down to where she wanted it most.
John moved the rest of the way down her stomach and over chestnut curls, her hairs tickling his face, but then skipped over her pussy entirely and began to kiss one of her thighs. Cameron moaned in protest, but John ignored her, sucking lightly on her smooth skin while continuing to pump his fingers in and out of her sex.
“Cur.. curl them,” Cameron muttered above him.
John left her leg and looked up at her. She was foundling her breast, lightly pinching her nipple. As he watched her other hand came up to play with her other tit. Her head was thrown back, eyes almost closed and her lower lip caught between her teeth.
“What?” he asked, slowing the movement of his fingers inside her.
“Your... your fingers, you've been keeping them kind of rigid. Ah, kind of move them around, like wiggle them and stuff. Try to ah, curl them against like, the walls of my pussy.”
“Oh,” John looked down at his fingers buried inside her vagina and did as she had instructed, curling them against her soft, wet walls. Cameron moaned. He did it again, pressing harder against the hot, spongy flesh.
“Oh God John, yes... keep doing that, try, try rubbing...”
This continued for several minutes, John alternating between pumping his fingers in and out of her sex and curling them against her inner walls. Eventually he brought his mouth back to her stomach and kissing his way down to her pussy. Cameron cried out as his tongue once again found her clitoris, his mouth sucking on it and the surrounding flesh.
This time when she came John knew it immediately, her snatch clamping down around him, coating his already slick fingers with a fresh torrent of her cum. Her body bucked against him as she cried out an almost incoherent stream of babel consisting of his name, swearwords, and desperate pleas not to stop.
John withdrew his fingers from her sex, drawing his mouth lower over her entrance to lap up her juices. Cameron's body began to relax as her orgasm past, enjoying the somewhat less intense feelings of his tongue moving against her outer folds.
As John began to eat her out in earnest he felt her take hold of the hand that he had been fingering her with and pull it upward. He felt his fingers become engulfed in something warm and wet and with a jolt of arousal the went straight to his already aching erection he realized the she was sucking her cum off of his fingers.
He pressed his mouth even more firmly against her sex as he practically sucked on her pussy while his tongue slid around and through her inner and outer folds, occasionally pausing to dip inside her core while his free hand rubbed her inner thigh. Cameron pulled the fingers of his other hand back out of her mouth and held his palm against her breast. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, moaning every time she felt his upper lip rub against her clitoris whenever his mouth shifted against her sex.
John began to massage her breast while continuing to eat her. He was somewhat aware that her cries and moans were becoming loader and more frequent, some small corner of his mind flagging this as a sign that she might be approaching another orgasm. Cameron began to gyrate against his mouth, after a while forcing John to move both his hands to her hips in an attempt to steady her and prevent her from accidentally dislodging his mouth from her pussy.
After another minute Cameron came for the third time that night. As she began to come down from her high John broke away from her sex, moving up to join her on the couch and pulling her naked body against his own. Cameron slummed against him, her eyes still closed as she lay her head on his chest.
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