DISCLAIMER:
This story is fictional. All characters depicted in this story of at least 18 years old. This story should not be viewed by minors.
This is my first time writing an erotic story. I will appreciate any feedback i get. The story I have written is a fantasy I know is shared by others here on Literotica. The fantasy is the relationship between the Terminator, Cameron and John Connor.
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STORY:
I was mesmerized staring at her out in the yard. Cameron was wearing dark jeans and a tee shirt both of which clung tightly to her slim body. She was beautiful; she had a slender figure, nice sized Breasts and a gorgeous face which usually had a blank look on it. Today however she had an almost flirtatious expression that seemed so welcoming.
She turned her head and looked right at me. She must have known I was staring at her. I quickly diverted my gaze. I focused on a bird on the ground, but I was still trying to look at her to see if she really did notice me looking at her. I could tell she knew I was staring at her, but I don't think she knew It was much more then staring.
Still looking at the bird on the ground I noticed Cameron's right hand jerk. Something clicked in my mind; I started to think there was something wrong. I began to examine the scene in front of me questioning everything. I glanced up to the sky it was a nice sunny day, no odd weather. I looked at the shed, it was fine, a little old and in need of some repair but nothing unusual. I slowly scanned Cameron, examining every perfect curve of her body. Again I saw the twitch in her hand. I decided to go ask her what was wrong with it.
"Is there a problem with your hand?" I asked, looking into her hypnotic brown eyes.
"I noticed you watching me." She replied.
"So there is no problem with your hand?" I asked, now not able to make eye contact.
"There is a problem with my hand." She said.
"Is there a problem with your eyes?" She quickly inquired.
At that question I couldn't hold back the embarrassment, my face started to heat up. Not only had she caught me looking at her, but now she must know that I was bothered by being caught.
Cameron took my hand and led me to the work shed. She told me there was a malfunction with her wrist and she needed me to help repair it. I followed her out to the shed with apprehension because of the awkward situation we just had. Once inside the shed Cameron started to describe the problem with her wrist.
"One of the control rods has been bent it needs to be replaced." She said.
"Aren't you supposed to be able to fix these problems yourself?" I replied.
"Yes. But I am supposed to teach you how to work on machines, and it is time for you to start learning." Cameron replied.
Cameron led me over to the work bench. She handed me her pocket knife and laid he right arm, palm up, on the desk.
"Use my knife to cut across my wrist and then up my arm so that you can access the control rods." Cameron instructed.
I stepped closer to Cameron, coming from her left side, so that I could work on her wrist. I was now between her and the bench. I could feel the warmth of her body on mine. Her soft cleavage pressed into my shoulder blades. I grabbed her arm to prevent it from moving while I cut it. I don't know why I did that because if she wanted to move her arm there was no way I could stop her.
I began to cut her wrist when she breathed past my neck "you have to cut deeper, don't worry about hurting me."
I plunged the knife into her wrist as hard as I could until I felt it hit metal. I then dragged it across feeling it scrape the metal all the way.
"Good, now you need to cut up the arm." She whispered in my ear.
I did as I was told and cut up her arm. She told me to stop about halfway up. I could still feel her body on mine but she was getting hotter, almost too burning temperature.
I had to ask. "Why are you getting so warm?"
She replied "My artificial metabolism is speeding up to heal the incisions on the arm. We need to work faster."
With her wrist and arm exposed I could see the bent control rod. Replacing it was a simple task, because Cameron had some spare parts stored in the shed. After completing the repair, I was amazed at how fast her skin healed. Once I closed the incisions, in less than a minute, her skin began to regrow and cover the cuts.
I thanked Cameron for the lesson and started to walk to the door of the shed. She quickly moved to the door blocking my path out of the shed.