Things heated up between the two of you as your clothes got stripped from your sweaty bodies. You kissed Sarah Conner passionately the moment you were both naked in the tiki hotel room, hands threading through her hair pulling her deeper. She put her hands along your chest, nails dragging over your flesh showing reluctance. Even now she was still taking some convincing to have sex with you, despite the fact she instigated this affair.
Pops and Reese were out gathering supplies, so you guessed you had another hour or so before they got back. Sarah had been sizing you up all afternoon and she waited till you were both alone before making a move. Started with talking, then getting uncomfortably close, then catching your lips in a kiss. She seemed to regret it soon after, but she didn't stop you from kissing her back. Didn't stop you from removing her top and jeans and underwear. She didn't even stop you when you guided her to the bed and crawled on top of her, kissing along her jaw brushing your palms down her breasts pressing her nipples.
She was incredibly pretty and soft, contrary to her firm and hard demeanor. She looked up at you with conflicted yet pretty eyes, biting her bottom lip when you rubbed your thumbs around her nipples. "This doesn't mean anything" she said. "It's not like I've just fallen in love with you or anything" she clarified.
"Of course not" you replied, pecking her lips. "Nothing personal. Just sex."
"Right. Just sex" she agreed, taking your head in her hands and pulling you into a purely platonic no strings kiss to have non romantic sex with her.
She'd had this aversion to fucking people since she found out about her destiny to mother a son that will grow up and become the leader of the resistance win a future war against the machines. According to history the father was supposed to be Kyle Reese, but she wanted nothing to do with it. She disliked the idea about her future being written already so had been actively resisting anything tied to that destiny. That's what this is all about, defying fate, rewriting history. Or maybe she really did want a good shag and didn't want to ask Reese. You didn't care, she chose you. And you were happen to have your hands all over her pretty young body.
You lay on top of her gently pushing her onto her back, kissing her neck and shoulders as she wrapped her legs around your waist, looping her around around your neck. She let out a desperate moan as your erect penis found it's way into her wet entrance. She was tight but her walls were so slippery she was soaking the mattress. She must've been relieved to receive such contact, her body rushing to swallow your cock all the way to the balls. She flushed red when she orgasmed prematurely, avoiding your eye promptly buckling against your hip to get started again. You happily obliged as you fucked her steadily, rocking your hips together catching her lips with yours.
It might've been platonic, so she says, but the sparks between you was heating things up heavily as she rolled you onto your back and straddled your hips, arching her back bouncing on your cock. Her hands planted themselves on your chest for support as she ground her hips over you, her hair falling over her face as her expression contorted in pleasure. Yours scrunched up too, grunting louder as you thrust up to her, reaching up to squeeze her breasts.
Yours breaths became pants as you approached climax, balls aching ready to explode. You tried to warn her, warn her you were about to cum. Things had escalated so fast neither of you had worn protection. Sarah didn't give you a chance as she collapsed onto your chest, kissing you hard pinning your hands to the side. Your fingers interlaced as they dug into the bedsheets as your bodies ground together, sweat and body heat melding together in raspy moans and grunts. Arms got entangled around each other, vision went hazy, and the next thing you knew you were screaming her name ejaculating into her womb.
Sarah rolled onto her side beside you a few minutes later, breathing heavily from exertion covered in sweat. She lay with her arm across you chest, pussy sensitive with cum dripping from the pulsing opening. She looked up at you, laying on your back staring at the ceiling with an arm supporting her head, penis deflated across your stomach, chest heaving. She didn't mean for things to get this far, but they had. But you were never meant to be a part of this story. Maybe you were the variant she could accept. Maybe John Connor could have a different father.
"This still doesn't mean anything" she repeated, locking a stern eye on you.
"Of course not" you replied. "And I can assume you're not using me to rewrite your destiny or your future. This just a meaningless one time thing."
"Right" she muttered, snuggling against you drowsily wondering if she was using you.
You looked over at her with a mischievous smirk, glancing at the clock on the wall before rolling back on top of her. "But if you were using me" you suggested quietly, "it couldn't hurt to go another round to make sure it sticks."