It was almost 3 am. Sarah had gotten up for a drink of water when she noticed that the TV was on. She went into the living room to discover Cameron sitting on the couch watching what looked like a romantic comedy. The volume was turned down so low that all Sarah could make out was a faint hum, but she supposed that for a cyborg it was more then loud enough.

“What are you doing?” Sarah asked after a moment.

“Watching a movie,” Cameron replied without turning her head.

“Really,” Sarah moved forward so that she was standing next to the couch looking down at the young girl. Despite the cold night Cameron wore only a thin tank top and boxers. Sarah couldn’t help but notice how the cool air had caused her nipples to harden so that they made very noticeable points in her top. Sarah swallowed. “Shouldn’t you be outside patrolling or something?”

Cameron shook her head. “There’s no reason to patrol all the time. Besides, if a neighbor were to look out their window and see someone constantly walking around the house they might think there was a prowler and call the police.”

“Right, I can see how that could be a problem,” Sarah muttered. After a moment she went over to sit on the couch next to Cameron. “So, what’s going on?” she said nodding at the movie.

Cameron shrugged. “Have you ever had sex with a woman?” she asked.

“What!” Sarah hissed.

“In the movie, the female lead revealed that she once got very drunk and had sex with another woman. I was wondering if you had ever done that.”

Sarah looked at Cameron incredulously. “No, I haven’t,” she snapped. (Though her cheeks had reddened, and she didn’t quite meet Cameron’s eye.)

“Oh,” Cameron replied. Sarah briefly considered asking Cameron why she had asked, but decided she probably didn’t want to know. Instead she turned her attention back to the movie, where two people, she guessed that they were the main characters, were kissing.

“Have you ever kissed someone before,” Sarah asked. “You know, as part of your infiltration thing?”

For the first time Cameron’s full attention went from the movie to Sarah as she turned her head to look at the other woman. She shook her head. “I’ve wondered what it’s like though.”

“Have you?” Sarah said studying the cyborg carefully, her eyes taking in the girl’s full lips. Sarah felt light headed, like she was floating. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she was quickly approaching dangerous ground, but at the moment that voice seemed faint. Sarah got up slowly, almost as if she was in a trance, until she was hovering over Cameron, her knees pressed against the girl’s hips. As if it had a mind of its own, Sarah’s right hand moved up to cup Cameron’s cheek, her thumb making small circles on the soft warm skin. As Sarah looked down at her she took a moment to admire the revealing view she had of the girl’s cleavage, her blood boiling with desire. She took hold of the other side of Cameron’s face with her left hand, then tilted her head up while she brought hers down, and the two kissed.

As her eyes were closed Sarah didn’t notice when Cameron’s briefly glowed blue. After her eyes returned to normal Cameron opened her mouth, allowing Sarah to deepen the kiss. She paid close attention to the movements of Sarah’s tongue, and soon began to copy them with her own, then improvise new ones. As they kissed Cameron moved her hands up so that they were holding Sarah’s sides through her sweater. After a moment Sarah’s hands moved as well. Her left came down to the base of Cameron’s neck, her thumb resting directly above her collarbone. Her other hand trailed down Cameron’s side until it came to the hem of her shirt. Sliding under the thin gray cotton Sarah’s hand moved north again going over the girl’s stomach and ribs until her fingertips were gently pressing against the soft warm mound of a breast.

Sarah cupped Cameron’s bosom and after a moment began to rub the tight nipple at its center. Cameron sighed and rolled her shoulder, pressing the supple globe of flesh more firmly into Sarah’s hand. Sarah ended the kiss and straightened while looking down at Cameron, who was starring back at her with what almost looked liked wonder. Sarah gaze moved to her hand, the outline of which could be seen through the other woman’s top. As she continued to caress the girl’s breast the tips of two of her fingers poked out from underneath the top of Cameron’s shirt. Sarah paused as those fingers felt something. Sarah moved her hand up higher so that half of it was sticking out the top of Cameron’s shirt, the cyborg’s nipple pressed against her wrist. A heartbeat, she felt a heartbeat. Sarah thought for a moment as she tried to remember why that would be so strange.

Sarah suddenly stiffened as the full realization of what it was that was siting beneath her hit. She quickly yanked her hand out from beneath Cameron’s shirt and stood up, backing away slowly. The light headed floaty feelings from before were gone, now Sarah just felt cold. Her stomach churned, as if she was going to be sick. Cameron stood, a look of confusion on her face.

“Sarah?” she said questioningly.

Sarah backed away even more. She no longer saw a beautiful young woman, silk chestnut hair, soft warm alabaster skin, chocolate colored eyes, slim dancer’s body, (and a tight ass plus what could very well be the cutest, perkiest pair of tits she had ever seen.) She saw a fake, a mockery of all it tried it imitate. She saw a machine. Terminator.

Sarah quickly backed out of the living room, then fled up the stairs to her room leaving a very bewildered Cameron in her wake.

The next morning Sarah came down to the kitchen to face the cyborg with dread, wondering how she would deal with the inevitable questions. However to her relief Cameron never mentioned the previous night. Then John came down stairs and the two left for school. Sarah ended up spending much of the day thinking about her encounter with the terminator. At first she had wanted to blame the whole thing on the girl, but realized that this was stupid. Once they retired to their rooms for the night both she and her son rarely reemerged until the morning, at which point Cameron was usually full clothed, so it wasn’t as if the skimpy outfits she wore at night was for either of their benefit.