Chapter 2

"Come in." Cameron entered, her eyes a little brighter then normal, and closed the door behind her. She wore a t-shirt of mine, too large on her. I couldn't see anything under them. Cameron came up to the bed and I moved over to let her sit down. She, however, lay down next to me, on her side facing me. She was very close and I could feel her heat, her human heat, coming off her in waves.

"John?"

"Yeah, Cam."

"Sarah told me you know."

"Yeah, I know." We fell into a silence. I looked over at her. She looked nervous and antsy. "Cameron, I want you and I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you." There it was off my chest, which was now filled with fear of rejection.

"Oh John." She breathed. My stomach dropped. "Finally, you admit it." I stared at her in disbelief. "I've seen you watching me. You watch me shower. While that's thrilling to know you want me, I wanted you to admit it."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I just stared at her, thinking over what she said. Suddenly, she moved closer to me. Before I could blink, she was hovered over me. I looked up at her. Her beautiful chocolate eyes were warmer then I'd ever seen them.

That's when it happened. What can I say? I'm a horny teenage boy, who just happens to have the object of his lust on top of him. Who wouldn't get an erection?

Cameron noticed. She shifted her hips. I groaned, burying my face into the crevice between her shoulder and neck. I decided to go for it. I angled by head back and reached my hands up to frame her face, my fingers tangled in her hair. I pulled her gently down towards me. Our lips met. It was sweet at first. Just like the few kisses I barely got to share with other nameless girls, but not near as perfect. Her lips seemed fitted for mine. I wasn't completely sure if Future-me designed them that way or Cameron was just made that way.

Of course, being a teenage boy, that sweetest didn't last long. Soon, our mouths were locked together, my hands caressed down her back, pushing her more firmly into me. Her hands were feeling up and down my sides. Her tongue was doing things I'd only dreamed about. It was pure heaven. It sounded girly but it was.

Her every curve was pressed against each hard line of my body. For all her strength, she was surprisingly soft. Her skin felt like velvet and the sounds she made when I touched her, made me harder then ever. Her hands slid under my shirt and yanked it off of me. She pulled back enough to raise the t-shirt she wore off herself and toss it away. She wore only a bra and panties underneath. The bra was red lace covering her squarely. Her panties were boy-shorts, the same red lace of the bra. They were a bold contrast to the milkiness of her skin. She smiled at my look of awe.

"Your mother and I went shopping. Apparently, that's something women of this time like to do." A shiver of disgust went through me.

"Please, Cam, don't mention my mother in the middle of this…this…"

"Sex, lovemaking, hiding the sausage, fucking, reproducing, mating, wild-monkey-sex, acting like animals, giving into carnal desires, acting in the flesh, cohabiting ,…"

"Cameron, I get it."

"I don't sleep."

"I know. Just don't mention her. Nice clothes..."

"Thanks."

"But they would look better off." Cameron grinned at him.

"Well, why don't we see?" I wasted no time in reaching around her to unhook her bra. Unfortunately, I have zero experience in unhooking bras.

Cameron sighed, reaching behind me to do it herself. I slid the straps slowly down her arm, trailing my fingers along her skin, sensually, at least that's what I was going for. I tossed the bra in a direction, not caring where it landed, just that it was off. I flipped us. I kissed along her neck before pulling back to pull my t-shirt off. I caressed her breasts while kissing down her neck. Cameron slid her hands into my sleeper pants dragging them down my legs. Her fingers on my skin felt like silkened fire. She threw them away and slid her hands up my legs. She snaked her hot fingers into my boxers, her hands wrapping around my hardness. I gasped and arched up into her hand. All my blood, what was left elsewhere, flowed to my manhood. I could barely breathe. No one had ever touched me like this.

"John, are you okay?" I just nodded. When I regained control, I snagged my fingers in her panties and dragged them off her legs. I kissed down her chest. She yanked my boxers off. My mouth enclosed on her nipple, my hand on her other breast. She arched up, offering herself to me. I moved to her other breast. She explored my groin, her hands providing pressure where I wanted it. I moved down, my mouth pressing kisses to her stomach, licking a path to her center. I wrapped my hands around either hips, my knees spreading her legs apart. I closed my eyes and sniffed the air around her womanhood. I opened them and stared at her loveliness. She had wisps of brown hair covering her pinkness. The shortage in hair was arousingly erotic. I surged forward. Cameron's hands went to my hair as I wrapped my legs around her pleasure. Her hips bucked upward as I sucked at her. She whimpered and gripped tighter on my hair when I licked her. I moved down and explored her inside with my tongue, sweeping over places that made Cameron gasp for non-necessary air. She pulled me upward.

"John, now please." She pleaded.

"Do we need?"

"No I'm good." She barely got the words out when I pushed forward into her. We both clutched at each other. From what I'd read and heard, she felt like she was being filled and an emptiness was easing. I felt like nothing I'd read. Her insides were hot and tight, compressing around my staff in a nearly painful pleasure.

We moved as one. For every thrust I gave, she gave one back. Her hands grabbed at my shoulders. I showered her neck with kisses and bites. I moved a hand down her leg, holding tight to her thigh. I pulled her legs apart more, getting closer to her. I purposely rubbed what part of my staff was outside her body to her pleasure, increasing friction and pleasure in her. I reached up and took her hand. I wrapped my fingers in her smaller ones, clutching to her, baring myself completely to her mercy. We merged together, gasping and moaning. I felt Cameron move more franticly and thrust harder. Her back arched into my chest, her breasts crushed into me. Her legs came up and wrapped around my hips. I buried my face in her neck, when I felt her walls convulse around me. Her body shook and mine did too. I lifted my head and kissed her lips as I felt a tightening in me. I pressed my tongue into hers as I imprinted her with my seed.

When we regained our breath, I turned us over. I pulled her down my body to rest her head on my chest. My head fell back on the pillow, my fingers went to her hair, twisting the strands around my fingers.

"I love you, Cameron."

"I love you, too, John."

"Maybe not now, but someday, will you marry me?"

"Of course John, of course."

A/N, okay so hopefully, that came out right. I'm not that great with sexual scenes from the guy's POV. I've also recently become obsessed with trashy romance novels so I apologize if that's how it turned out. Also the photo, either below or in another entry is what Cameron's underwear is. Okay so it took me to Sunday but it is 3:30am so technically it's not too far past Saturday. Feedback would be nice. Sequel ideas are in my mind. Right now, the ideas are:

A baby is born from this coupling

A story of them marrying/story of their marriage

A story of Future-John remembering his time with Cameron, this has a twist in it, so I may go with this one

Of course I could just write one of each, anyway let me know.

-Walk by Moonlight