Should I Stay?

John rolled over in his bed as he tried to sleep. It had been almost two weeks since his encounter with Cameron, and every night since then had been the same. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her kneeling before him. He remembered the way it felt when she took him into her mouth. Remembered how she had pleasured him until he came, harder then he ever had in his life. And he remembered what she said just before she left, "If you ever want to do that again, or something else, you know where to find me."

John knew that this was wrong, knew that he shouldn't have these kinds of thoughts about a machine, and a part of him damned Cameron for doing this to him in the first place. The last several nights before going to bed he had gone onto his computer and looked at porn, something that he had almost never done before. He always searched for women who looked nothing like Cameron, and he would stare at them until he had memorized every detail of their bodies. Yet when he closed his eyes to think about them, somehow they always became her.

John rolled onto his back with a sigh. He slid a hand into his boxers and wrapped it around his hardened manhood as he began to jerk himself off. He hoped that with a powerful enough release his body and mind would quiet down enough for him to fall asleep. Just as he was starting to increase his pass he heard a small creak outside his door. The hand on his cock stilled and a few moments later he heard another creak a little bit further away. Someone was walking down the hall. And he knew it wasn’t his mother or Derek, which left only...

On impulse John got out of bed and walked over to his door. He opened it and looked outside. At the end of the hallway, near the kitchen, he saw a slim silhouette, standing against the pale moonlight streaming through one of the windows. He couldn’t make out any of the person’s features, he wasn’t even quite sure which way they were facing or if they were looking at him. However after a moment the person started moving towards him and as it got closer the figure finally resolved into Cameron.

She had changed her clothes since he last saw her about three hours ago. She now wore a simple pale blue pullover sundress covered in a white flower print. Her head was tilted to the side, her chestnut hair spilling over her otherwise almost bare shoulders. John swallowed as he looked at her, his eyes taking in her soft pale skin, the neckline of her dress giving him just the barest tantalizing hint of cleavage.

As John stared at her Cameron was studying him in turn, her eyes lingering on his crotch. Noticing this John suddenly became painful aware of his still present erection, which was no doubt making a very noticeable tent in the front of his boxers. Cameron looked back up at his face and saw that he was blushing.

“Did you need something?” Cameron asked after a moment.

“Ah, yeah,” John closed his eyes, hoping that if he couldn’t actually see her he could think more clearly, and maybe figure out just what the hell he was doing. However as soon as his eyes were closed all John saw was Cameron kneeling before him, slowly taking his cock into- John’s eye snapped back open. “We need to talk,” He retreated into his room, Cameron padding softly after him. John went over to the lamp on his bedside table and had just switched it on when her heard a clicking sound behind him and quickly looked back to see that Cameron had closed his door. John suddenly felt trapped, and he wasn’t even sure if it was a bad thing.

Cameron moved forward until they were only a foot apart. “What do you want to talk about?” Cameron asked softly. John stood their, one of his hands fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt as he tried to think. “Do you want to have sex?” Cameron asked after a while.

“WH- what?” John hissed remembering just in time that his mother was sleeping in a room only a few feet away and that this really wasn’t the time to wake her. “Why would you ask me that? What would possibly make you think that?”

“You are aroused,” Cameron answered evenly, nodding at the large bulge in his boxers.

“And you think that means I want to have sex?”

Cameron blinked. “That’s the definition of what an erect penis means.”

'Damn, even when she’s talking like some fucking medical textbook, she still manages to sound... hot. I don’t know, maybe I’m just going insane,' John folded his arms across his chest. “What makes you think it’s... for you?” 'Well that sounded lame. And surreal. This whole fucking thing is surreal.'

Cameron made a show of glance around the room, then looked back at John. “Because I’m the only one here,” she said with a small smirk.

'Okay, she has me their,' “Maybe I was looking at porn earlier?” John suggested.

Cameron took a small step forward. “Why would you want to do that, when you have a real girl right here who’s made it clear that she’s more then willing?”

“Your not real,” John said, some much sought after strength and conviction finally entering his voice.

“I’m real.”

“Not a real girl.”

“Real enough.”

John brought his hands up to his face as he closed his eyes. He thought about the house he and his mother had lived in in Mexico, trying to remember ever little detail, and through this was able to prevent any images of Cameron, innocent or otherwise, from entering his mind. “Look Cameron...” John felt something light and soft fall at his feet. John dropped his hands and opened his eyes. Lying on his feet was what looked suspiciously like Cameron’s dress. John looked up at the girl/cyborg standing before him. Yep, it was her dress alright, and when she put it on she apparently hadn’t felt the need to bother with a bra.

She stood before him wearing only a pair of light green panties. He looked over her body, taking in her long slim legs, toned stomach, and of course, her breasts. They were small but perky, each capped with a hard pink nipple surrounded by a slightly lighter areola. As he looked at her chest John felt his dick become even harder, if that was possible.

Cameron moved forward so that there was barely any space between them. John’s eye’s remained fixed on her breasts, which swayed slightly as she moved; until he realized what he was doing and his eyes snapped up to her face. Her beautiful face, framed by dark silken hair, chocolate eyes, a cute little nose, and covered by an intricate pattern of shadow and light created by pale moonlight and the orange glow of his lamp. 'Fuck.'

“What are you doing,” John asked.

“If we’re going to have sex we need to disrobe,” Cameron answered.

“We’re not having sex,” John said, surprised at how firm he managed to sound.

Cameron moved forward again, not much, but enough so that John could feel her nipples lightly pressing against his chest through his shirt; his dick now pushed up against her stomach, their skin separated only by the thin cotton of his boxers. “Why?” Cameron asked. She put her hands on her hips and slid off her panties.

Using every last ounce of self control he had John backed away so that their bodies were no longer touching, but not far enough that he could easily see anything below her face, which while very enticing, was ever so slightly less captivating then the rest of her body. John hoped, thought the longer he stared into her eyes the less sure he became.

“Why John?” Cameron repeated.

“Because...”

Cameron’s head fell to the side in its patented tilt. “That’s not a reason.”

“Because I can’t.”

Cameron reached out to John’s waist and pulled down his boxers, freeing his swollen manhood. After his underwear hit the floor two of Cameron’s fingers came to rest on his inner thigh. They moved up to his apex where they slid over his testicles, her fingernails lightly scraping against his scrotum, then moved up to trace the underside of his penis. “I think your underestimating yourself,” Cameron stated mildly, her hand failing back to her side.

“That’s not... what I meant,” John replied, his entire body tingling from the brief caress of his genitals.

“Then what do you mean?” Cameron asked as she pulled John’s shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. John blinked as he realized that he was completely nude. 'How the hell did that happen?'

“Your not human.”

“Hum,” Cameron muttered, stepping forward again to press the entire length of her body against his. John gasped at the feel of her skin against his, her nipples two searing points against his chest, surrounded by the soft burning heat of her breasts. He felt his penis twitch as it was crushed between their stomachs. “Close enough,” Cameron said wrapping her arms around his middle, one hand resting on his upper back, the other going down to cup his ass.

John stood there, his entire body tense. His hands flexed, half of him wanted to shove her away, the other half wanted to put his arms around her and pull her body even more tightly against his.

“John,” Cameron muttered. “Relax.”

“I can’t.”

Cameron sighed. “Do you really not want this?”

Against his better judgment John gave in and put his arms around her. One hand went to the middle of her back, the other held her head against his shoulder. “I'll admit that part of me, isn’t... entirely against the idea.”

“Gee,” Cameron said pressing her belly more firmly against his cock, “I wonder which part?”

Despite himself John chuckled. “Yeah, the particular part of me dose seem to be on your side.”

“Really?” Cameron looked up at him with a sultry grin. “Your penis is on my side? Maybe I should reward it!?”

John groaned. “Your killing me!”

Cameron wrinkled her brow. “Your being melodramatic, right?”

“I think so,” John said dryly.

“Why are you fighting me?” Cameron asked shaking her head.

“Your a terminator. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?” John asked.

Cameron released him and took several steps back. “I’m not your enemy, John. I protect you. That’s my mission, my purpose, to protect you.”

“Alright, so where dose you and me having sex enter into that? Into keeping me safe, alive?” John shook his head. “Cameron, what the hell are you doing? Last time you said you were what, ‘relieving stress’? Is that what this is? Because your doing the exact opposite.”

Cameron folded her arms across her chest, although John couldn’t help but notice how instead of covering her breasts her arms went directly under them, if anything pushing them up a little. “That’s because of you, not me.”

“Cameron please,” said John, a note of pleading entering his voice.

Cameron stepped forward and put her arms around his neck, drawing his face down to hers. “John, stop fighting,” she said softly. Then she pulled him down the last half inch, their lips meeting as they kissed. After a few moments one of Cameron’s hands slid around John’s neck and down his smooth chest, over his abdomen, and finally to his cock. Wrapping her hand around his length she began to leisurely jerk him off. John gasped, and Cameron used the opportunity to deepen their kiss, her tongue sliding its way into his mouth. John’s hands came up to grasp the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Cameron ended their kiss and rested her forehead against John’s, her hand continuing to slowly slid up and down his manhood. “So John, do you want to have sex or not? Because if not, all you have to do is-” her hand twisted around, pulling back his foreskin so that her thumb could rub against his exposed tip. “-say it.”

John shuddered. “Damn you,” With that he kissed her, his hands sliding down her back to pull her body against his. He began maneuvering them backwards until the back of Cameron’s legs hit his bed, stopping their progress. The kiss ended and Cameron looked behind her, then back at John. “Dose this mean we’re going to have sex?”

John took a small step back and put one hand on her stomach, the other on her upper chest. Then he shoved her, causing her to fall back onto his bed, her body (mostly her breasts) bouncing against the springs. “Guess,” John replied.

Cameron quickly got the rest of her body onto the bed and moved to the center of the mattress, her head resting against the pillows, legs spread wide. John’s eyes traveled over her exquisite body, lingering on her glistening sex, pink folds slightly parted and waiting to envelop him. After a moment he joined her on the bed, his body hovering over hers. They kissed as John slid an arm under her neck. His other hand went to her chest, caressing each of her breasts. Then he moved lower, gliding over her stomach until his hand was poised at the top of her slit.

Cameron placed her own hand on top of John’s. They looked at each other for a moment, then Cameron moved his hand lower, guiding his fingers through her slick nether lips. She slowly moved his fingers up and down the length of her pussy, allowing him to catalog every detail of her sex. Finally she positioned his index finger so that it was at the entrance to the womanhood. Then she gently pushed it in.

John felt her vagina surround his finger with moisture and scalding heat. He felt her muscles flex around his digit, squeezing him gently. He curled his finger, pressing it against her walls, and to his surprise she let out a low moan.

“You felt that?” John asked.

Cameron nodded. “Of course.”

“No, I mean, it felt, good, pleasurable. You liked it?”

“Yes.” Cameron said. After a moment John nodded. As his finger continued to move within her Cameron would let out the occasional gasp or moan. Finally John removed his hand from her sex and moved it up to cup her face.

“You ready?” He asked. Cameron nodded. “Right,” His hand went down to her side, holding her ribs (or at least what felt very much like ribs) as he lowered his body to hers, his dick pressing against her crotch, her pussy hot and wet against his sex. Cameron raised her legs, her thighs pressing against his hips. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her hands running up and down his back. John repositioned himself, his cock and balls sliding against her folds, then raised his pelvis up just enough to move his hand from her stomach to his member, maneuvering his penis so that its tip sat at the entrance to her vagina. He moved his hand back up to her side and they just looked at each other for a long moment. Then John pushed down and forward, sheathing himself inside her.

They each gasped as John filled her. On instinct John pulled part way out again, only to thrust back into her. As he moved within her he marveled at the feeling of her sex around his cock, the way she clutched at him, bathing his penis in liquid heat. He had thought her mouth had felt good, but this...

Cameron grabbed John’s shoulder with one hand, her other going down to clutch his ass. She rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, letting out a low grunt every time he bottomed out inside her. John kissed her, their tongues sliding against each other. He moved the arm beneath her, holding her chest against his, felling her breasts press against him. His other hand moved to grasp her thigh, steadying her pelvis as he increased the power and speed of his thrusts. Their kiss ended and John buried his face in the crook of Cameron’s neck, her hand on his shoulder coming up to hold his head.

“I’m close,” John gasped. He felt as if an electric current was passing through his body, gathering in his balls and cock. He thrust into her one last time before going over the edge, filling her womb with his seed. John lay on her, both their bodies drenched in sweet, gasping as his body seemed to hum with the afterglow of their copulation. Any normal girl would have found the weight of his body to be uncomfortable, but Cameron just held him as she felt his sex slowly soften within the embrace of her womanhood.

After a few moments John moved off of her, lying on his back to her right. Cameron rolled onto her side and looked at him, her head propped up on her hand. “How do you fell?” she asked.

John shrugged. “Good, I guess.”

Relaxed?”

“Yeah.”

Cameron moved her other hand to his abdomen, her fingers slowly tracing random patterns on his stomach. “I told you.”

“Yeah, but tomorrow when my body isn’t flooded with hormones, the fact that I knowingly fucked a machine is going to sink in, and I’m going to be even more screwed up then ever.”

“You don’t have to be,” Cameron said.

John sighed. “I know,” He turned his head to look at her. “And what about you? Is this just about making me fell better?”

“What do you mean?” Cameron asked innocently. John grasped the hand on his stomach, stilling it before entwining his fingers with hers.

“You enjoyed yourself just as much as I did.”

Cameron looked down. “I’m designed to seek out new experiences. Skynet built it into us so that we could become more effective, and when you, the future you, reprograms us, especially when you reprogrammed me, you increase that desire,” Cameron’s eyes moved back to John’s. “Before two weeks ago, I’d never done anything, sexual. I wanted to know what it was like. But it was more then that. If I wanted to I could have easily found a willing partner at school. I think Morris would have been more then willing,” She frowned. “He certainly wouldn't have given me as much trouble as you have.”

John laughed. “You kidding? The guy would leap at the chance to get into your pants.” He brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing her fingers.

“Hm, that rhymes.”

John rolled his eyes. “Anyway, so future me reprogrammed you to want to find out about sex?”

“Well, I doubt that was what he had in mind, but sort of, yeah. It’s not just sex, I want to understand, everything.”

“That’s, a lot.”

Cameron shrugged. “I’m very patient.”

“True. So what, now that you’ve been fucked, now what. You’ve gained your experience.”

“I think their is more then one way to have sex,” Cameron said.

“You sure? The mechanics seem to be pretty simple.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Besides, like I said, its more then just sex.”

“Then what is it. And don’t say ‘reliving stress’, because I think that’s only a minor part of what your doing, more of an excuse then anything else.”

“I- don’t know.”

John released Cameron’s hand and looked back up at the ceiling. “Alright, so I’ll repeat. Now what.”

“We could have sex again?” Cameron said hopefully. John’s head fell back to the side to look at her, one of his eyebrows raised. “Hey,” Cameron said, “you may have had an orgasm, but I didn’t get a chance to, you finished to soon. I expected you to, It was your first time, but unlike you I’m still...”

“Riled up?” John suggested.

“Yes.”

“Well, think of this as an opportunity to discover the wonderful world of masturbation,” Cameron huffed at this, her face actually pouting. See this John couldn’t help but chuckle. “Cam, I’m spent. It’s,” he looked at the clock on his other side, “past 1:30. AM. I have to get up at 6:15 tomorrow for school. You may not need sleep, but I do.”

They lay in silence for several minutes. Finally Cameron spoke. “Do you want me to, should I stay?”

John though for a moment. “I- I don’t think we need my mom to discover-

“Right, of course not,” Cameron gave him one last, brief kiss, then sat up.

“Cameron,” John said softly. She looked back at him, something that looked almost like hope in her eyes. John tried to find the words he was looking for, but in the end could only think of one thing to say. “Good night.”

If a moment ago her eyes had held hope, now they showed only disappointment. The look only lasted a second, gone so fast that John wondered if he had just imagined it. Cameron stood. “Goodnight John,” She bent over to retrieve her dress from the floor, giving John a very pleasing view of her ass and pussy in the process, before straitening and slipping the garment over her body. She went over to his door and opened it. She gave him one last look, then disappeared into the hall, closing his door behind her.

John got out of his bed and went to retrieve his own clothes when he saw something lying on the floor. He picked it up and looked at it, his hand almost stroking the emerald fabric of Cameron’s panties. After a moment he put the undergarment under his pillow, then collected his boxers and shirt. He was about to put them on when he decided what the hell. He tossed them into the hamper by his door and went back to his bed, still nude. Fortunately his mother had recently decided that he should be doing more work around the house, so now he was doing his own laundry. Which meant that he didn’t need to worry about her finding any evidence of his and Cameron’s activities when his sheets got clean.

After some creative rearranging of his bedding so he wouldn’t by lying on a spot socked with sweat or other fluids John got into his bed and pulled the covers up over his body. He turned off his lamp and within two minutes was asleep.