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Controlling Jennifer, Parts 7- 9
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Controlling Jennifer VII: Taking It Easy Part I
It was the day after the dance. Jennifer hadn't really intended
to go running; she hadn't even set her alarm to get up in the
morning, thinking she would sleep late after the events of the
previous night. However, come the next morning, she found herself
wide awake at eight, and she really had nothing planned to do. So
she decided to run.
Jennifer hadn't gone running since the first day she had met
Mark. At first it had been fear. Fear and shame. She hadn't wanted to
risk bumping into Mark again, and even more, she had been afraid
she would run into the student with the notebook and the disheveled
hair-do, or the man with his dog, the ones she had seen that day. The
ones that had seen her that first day, when Mark had her going
around the park acting like a wanton slut.
"Damn Mark." she muttered as she pulled on her shorts.
Sometimes, she wondered how she had ever come to stop hating
him. He had made her do so many things she hadn't wanted to do. He
had turned her life completely upside-down. At times, he had made
her life a living hell. "I think I still hate him a little bit." she said
to herself. "I'm just not scared of him anymore."
Jennifer felt like running. That had been her time to think,
while she was running, and if she ever needed to think, it was then.
The night before seemed more like a dream than anything else. When
confronted with the daylight, it hardly seemed real. So much had
happened. She had so much conflicting emotions to resolve.
As Jennifer was lacing up her shoes, she glanced at Darlene
lying comatose in the opposite bed. That was another reason to go
running; eventually, Darlene would wake up, and from experience,
Jennifer knew that Darlene usually had very bad hangovers. It was
better to disappear and come back after she had recovered
somewhat. Jennifer tightened her shoelaces, and quietly slipped out
the door.
It was a nice day to go running; cold, but not too cold. Despite
the time, Jennifer felt very awake, and full of energy. The dorm was empty, as it usually was earlyn the morning, and Jennifer slipped
out without seeing much of anyone. Someone was in the lobby
reading the morning paper, and he glanced at her as she walked by.
Jennifer didn't know him, so she just smiled and walked past.
It was about a five-minute walk to the track, and she spent
the time taking in her surroundings. It really was a nice day, and it
made her feel a lot better over what had happened the night before.
She listened to the birds chirping in the trees, and watched them
fly overhead. The sun felt nice on her skin; it was still kind of cold,
but that only seemed to make the sun feel warmer.
She reached the path that made its way through the park area
of the campus, and took a quick look around for anyone she might
want to avoid. The park was fairly deserted; she saw more squirrels
than people, and didn't see anyone she knew. Jennifer strolled down
the path, humming a slow song she had heard the night before. She
thought about the last time she had come this way, when she had
first met Mark. I never actually did make it to the track, she
reminded herself. Her mind idled on a squirrel jumping from branch
to branch, almost following her. Deep down, Jennifer knew she was
pushing back what she needed to think about, but that was all right.
It could wait until she started running. For now, she would just
enjoy the simple beauty of early-morning nature. Carefree, without
human interference.
Before she knew it, she had walked through the park and was
on the track. A couple other runners were running laps, and they all
looked faster and more serious than she was. "Just take it easy."
she reminded herself. "You haven't run for awhile, Jennifer. Let your
body get used to it." She moved over to stand behind the line that
usually determined the beginning and end of her laps, and did a few
token stretches. "You know, Jennifer." she said. "You sure talk to
yourself a lot more now." She laughed, and started to run.
Her pace was fairly slow, but she planned to make it up in
distance. During the first half of the first lap, she could feel her
legs readjusting themselves to the exercise. It felt good. Her body
settled into a nice pace, and soon her mind was free to wander.
And as she had expected, her mind drifted to the night before,
and Mark. The whole thing was losing its reality now; it seemed
more like a bad dream than anything else. She hoped she would never
see Derrick again; the image of him with his lip bleeding and an
expression of complete devotion on his face was burnt into her
mind. Jennifer knew that if she ever saw him again, that image
would flash before her eyes. She would undoubtedly see Jacob again,
with his burnt hand, and she wasn't looking forward to that either.
He was becoming so different; Jennifer remembered him earlier in
the year as just a nice guy, always saying hello to her, always ready
to give her a hand. He had accepted it before, when she had gently
told him she wasn't looking for a boyfriend.
"It's amazing what a little good sex will do." Jennifer
murmured. There was no doubt Jacob was obsessed with her now.
The way he had acted the night before, with a little alcohol thrown
in...it was insane. HE was insane. Jennifer had never had to deal with
a guy like that before. She didn't know what to do.
Maybe Mark...? She had asked herself that question over and
over before, but had never really considered it. Before, she had
thought Jacob was something she could deal with herself. Now, she
wasn't so sure. And after all, it would be child's play for Mark to
use his power...
Morally, she wasn't quite sure where she stood on the whole
thing. Would it be wrong to have Mark use his power on Jacob? It
seemed like it should be, but Jennifer couldn't see how it would be
that wrong. After all, Mark had saved her from being almost raped
by using his power, and she certainly didn't find anything wrong
with that. How was this any different? Jacob was becoming more
and more demanding of her, and he might eventually become
dangerous. Jennifer was just watching out for herself, right?
Anyhow, Jacob would be better off to just forget her; there was no
way she would ever be for him what he wanted.
Unfortunately, all this just sounded like justification to
Jennifer. Could she justify using Mark to take away someone else's
free will? Was it right? She couldn't decide.
Mark, as usual, remained an enigma. He was always mysterious
to her, his motives incomprehensible. Whenever she felt like she
was getting a feel for the way he thought, he would turn around and
do something completely opposite to what she thought he would do.
At the dance, it seemed like he should have liked it when she
started doing what he wanted without him using his power. Yet, he
had turned cold, and had taken a complete and irrational dislike to
Derrick. What was wrong with Mark? Jennifer wished she could
understand him.
Mark had said she was doing too good a job, but what did that
mean? Why was that a bad thing? Shouldn't that have pleased him?
Jennifer found her mind lingering over the images of dancing
with Derrick, pretending to seduce him, and she found the images
very tantalizing. Though she hated to admit it, even to herself, she
had enjoyed herself. It was like Mark said, it wasn't like she was
really truly being a slut. After all, sluts were sluts because all they
wanted was sex, right? But that hadn't been Jennifer's motivation
at all. She had just been giving Derrick a night to remember.
"Making his dreams come true." she grinned. It was true that
she had enjoyed acting the role of a seductress the night before, and
she discovered she was actually looking forward to her next
experience with Mark, her next 'game of controlling Jennifer', as he
referred to their sessions together. This was probably the strangest
thing to realize about the previous night. She had given herself to
Mark's control of her own free will, and she had enjoyed it.
For a moment, she actually thought of doing it all by herself.
What if I just choose a guy, and try to pick him up? she asked
herself. Just like Derrick? As soon as she realized she was thinking
it, she disposed of the idea. It wouldn't be the same without Mark. It
really WOULD be slutty. Plus, she didn't want to get into another
mess like Jacob.
Jennifer realized that she had lost count of how many laps she
had run, and she was getting tired. Oh, well, that was probably
enough anyhow. She ran to the next line on the track, and stopped,
breathing hard. Sweat dribbled down into her eyes, and she pushed
her hair back to keep it from dripping on her face. One more time
around the track, this time walking. As she walked, she thought
about Mark and his power. The one thing she worried about him was
that sometime he would get mad at her, and use his power against
her like he had used it against Jacob and Derrick. He seemed to
genuinely care about her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't lose his
temper and make her do something awful.
The sun was beating down on her as she walked along the
track, and she started to long for the shady trees in the park.
Finally, she left the track, took a drink of cool water at the nearby
water fountain, and made her way into the park, walking under the
trees instead of on the path.
It seemed as if Mark was expecting her. He waited, sitting on
one of the benches, watching her as she approached. He said nothing,
and his expression was unreadable.
When she was almost to his bench, he spoke. "Hello, Jennifer."
he said.
"Hi, Mark." she stood uncertainly next to the bench, acutely
aware of how sweaty she was, waiting for him to speak.
"Can we talk, Jenny?" he asked.
Jennifer nodded. "Okay." she said, and she sat next to him on
the bench. A cool breeze blew through the shady group of trees, and
she shivered. "How did you know I would be here?" she asked.
He smiled slightly. "Oh, you always used to come through here
at about the same time on saturdays, to go running. I used to come
down here and watch you go by, before I first came up to you." He
lapsed into silence again. Jennifer watched him for a moment,
waiting to see if he would say anything more. When he didn't, she
contented herself with looking at the other people in the park. Some
others had arrived while she had been running: a student reading a
book, a lady walking her dog, another group of students sitting on
the grass talking.
"Jennifer..." Mark finally spoke. "Do I scare you?"
The question startled her, and she looked at him to see if he
wore his confident grin, to see if he was playing another game. He
didn't seem to be; his eyes blinked distantly at the grass. He seemed
to be deep in thought. "Not you, really..." Jennifer finally answered.
"I'm a little scared of your power, sometimes."
"You know I would never hurt you, Jennifer. Not even with my
power." he said quietly.
"I know." she answered simply. "Not intentionally, anyway...but
what if I do something to make you mad? How do I know you
wouldn't use it on me then? You might..." She let her voice trail
away.
"Oh, Jenny. I won't get mad at you. You have to trust me."
Jennifer watched a jogger go past them. "You say that, Mark,
and probably you mean it, but how do I know? You have so much
power...how do I know you won't lose your temper and use it on me?"
He answered this question with silence, and Jennifer sighed and
waited.
Finally he spoke. "I wish I could get you to trust me." he
whispered.
Jennifer felt something within her leap. Was this the same guy
she had thought a monster? She couldn't help but smile. If he was an
ordinary guy, she would have thought he was being incredibly sweet.
But he wasn't ordinary, and she still didn't trust him completely.
She still remembered the fight from the night before, and how Mark
seemed to enjoy making them fight over her. "Mark." she said. "In
order for me to trust you, you'll have to show me that you trust me."
Finally, she got him to look at her. "How?" he asked.
"Tell me who you are." She said, her voice becoming intense.
"Tell me about yourself. I know your name is Mark, but that's all.
Let's just talk, okay? I want to find out about you."
Mark turned away from her. "No." he said. "All you need to know
is my name is Mark, and I'm your master."
"Darn it, Mark!" she burst, startling both him and herself. She
forced her voice down. "Mark, if you're going to be stubborn about
this, then we aren't going to get anywhere. You say you want me to
trust you, but you won't treat me like a human being. Please, Mark.
Enough of this master/slave thing, okay? At least not today. Let's
just be friends today, all right?"
She waited for him to answer, but he only stared silently at
the ground. Finally she sighed and stood. He looked up at her. "Come
on, Mark." she said firmly, and picked up his hand. "Let's go play one
of your games, okay? And while we're doing that, we can talk, all
right?" She tugged at his hand, while he stared at her, looking at her
as if she had gone mad. Finally, he shrugged and stood.
"All right, Jennifer. Another game." As he spoke, she noticed
that his confident grin was appearing on her face. That meant he had
an idea. She waited, hoping it would be something she would be
willing to do.
"Here's what we're going to do, Jennifer." he said, starting to
lead her through the park. "You want to know more about me. Okay,
I'll answer your questions. But here's the deal. First you have to kiss
someone here in the park." He seemed to consider this for a second,
then nodded his approval. "For each person you kiss, I'll answer a
question."
"Anyone?" she asked. That didn't sound too bad. She looked
around at the others in the park. She saw a couple guys, but didn't
know any of them.
"Anyone." he said. "Even girls."
"Ew." she grimaced. "I'll stay with guys, thank you."
He frowned. "It's your choice. I haven't finished the rules,
though. You can initiate the kiss, but you can't be the one who
breaks it. If he holds the kiss for an hour, you'll have to keep kissing
him for an hour. And while he's kissing you, you'll let him do
anything to you that he wants. He can run his hands all over you if
he wants. But once he breaks the kiss, you're free again. All right?"
Jennifer nodded, feeling the fear and excitement build within
her. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to do it, but the idea
intrigued her. "I'll try. But you have to be there to help me if
anything goes wrong, okay?"
"Of course, Jennifer." he said. "Shall we begin?"
"All right." she said. "First question: what's your full name?
The truth."
He grinned, and shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Jennifer. First
you have to kiss someone. Remember?" Then his eyes went wide as
Jennifer put her arms around him and pressed her lips against his.
He broke the kiss fast, faster than she had expected. She couldn't
help but smile at his look of shock.
"I'm disappointed." she murmured. "You could have done
anything you wanted to me while I was kissing you. You just wasted
a good opportunity."
He pulled away from her. "I can do anything to you anytime I
want, slave Jennifer." He snapped.
She just grinned. "Your name? Come on, Mark. You can't say that
didn't count."
He scowled at her, and for a moment she thought he would
refuse to answer. Finally, he growled. "Mark Robert Antonio." He
turned away from Jennifer's triumphant grin.
Mark started to walk again, and Jennifer followed him along.
"Mark Robert Antonio." she said, smiling at him from behind. "So
that's what it is. Mark Robert Antonio. Mark Robert Antonio."
He turned around. "Yes, that's it. That's what it is. Jennifer,
kneel down, take my hands and kiss each of my fingers. After each
finger, bow and say your full name." He was using his power, and
Jennifer felt it sweep over her and block out her will to resist. She
fell to her knees, and took his left hand in hers. After she kissed
each finger, she prostrated herself on the ground and said her name.
"Jennifer Anne Cailly. Jennifer Anne Cailly." First the left hand,
then the right. Finally she looked up at him. He was grinning.
"That oughta teach you to act too triumphant. Remember,
Jennifer, that no matter what information you get about me, I can
always still control you."
Jennifer ignored his words. She sat down on the ground, and
turned away from him. "This is what I meant." she said, her voice
cold. "You lost your temper, and you used your power on me. This is
exactly why I can't trust you."
"What?" asked Mark. He knelt down beside her. "Oh, come on,
Jenny! I didn't hurt you, now did I? Come on, look at me. I really
wasn't that mad." He tried to put his arm over her shoulders, but she
shrugged it off.
"No, you didn't hurt me, but you could have." She said, her voice
still icy. She thought about whether she should pretend to start
crying, but didn't think she would be able to do it convincingly.
"Oh, Jennifer." he sighed. "Please...I promise...I won't use my
power on you anymore today, all right? Does that make you feel
better? Come on and stand up, let's play the game some more."
She reluctantly allowed him to turn her head, and then allowed
him to take her hand and help her up. Meanwhile, she fought to keep
from smiling, fought to keep the reluctant, hurt expression on her
face. I can control him, too, she thought to herself, and a small
smile creeped unbidden onto her face.
They started walking along again. Mark started talking, saying
what a nice day it was, and how it was nice that the sun was
shining. Jennifer wasn't really paying attention, her mind was
swept up in thoughts of Mark, thinking of what questions she
wanted to ask him, and enjoying her small triumph over him.
After a while, she noticed a man sunbathing in the middle of a
grassy stretch. He was fairly attractive, a tall man with dark eyes
and a firm, athletic build. And best of all, he was alone. "I see
someone." she murmured.
"What?" asked Mark, glancing at her, then followed her eyes to
the man sunbathing.
"Wait here." said Jennifer, and she released Mark's hand. She
explained "It'll make it harder if he sees me with another guy." She
didn't wait for Mark's answer, but started to walk over to the man.
Her stomach was flip-flopping, and she really had no idea what she
was going to do. She wondered if she would really have the guts to
go through with it.
"Time to improvise." she said to herself, and then she was
standing beside the guy. She shifted nervously, not sure how to
start.
She didn't need to. The guy looked up at her. "You're standing in
my sun." he said.
"Sorry." breathed Jennifer, and she sat down beside the guy.
"I'm Marcie." she said. She didn't like the way the guy smiled at her,
and the way his eyes wandered over her body in frank appraisal. His
eyes had a predatory look about them, and he seemed to like what he
saw. Jennifer couldn't help but feel like she had just jumped into
his spider web.
"Hi, Marcie." he said. "I'm Greg." He shifted onto his side to face
her, his muscles flexing even as he performed this simple motion.
"What can I do for you?"
Jennifer had no idea what to say. "I just saw you here...sunning
yourself..." she began, trying to come up with something. "I thought
it looked relaxing." she finished lamely.
Greg smiled, an easy, casual smile. Mark had his power, but
this man had a power of his own. It was in his confidence. "Want to
join me?" he asked. He pulled something from behind him. It was a
bottle of sun-tan lotion. "I have plenty of extra sunscreen." he said.
"Uh..." Jennifer tried to think of an appropriate response. "I was
jogging..."
"Oh, don't worry." His voice easily slid in and interrupted hers.
"You're not really dressed for it, but you can tie your shirt
off...that'll give you a little extra tan on your stomach. It's very
relaxing, Marcie...here, let me help you." Before she knew it, she was
on her stomach, and he was inching her t-shirt up her body. His
touch was very methodical and gentle. "Just sit back and relax." he
said, and something about his hands made her feel more relaxed. He
lifted her shirt to the point where her back was exposed up to the
black lycra top that bound her breasts. Then he was massaging sun-
tan lotion into her lower back.
"You have a beautiful body." he murmured. His voice had a
gentle, hypnotic quality to it, and Jennifer felt herself relaxing
under his touch. She idly wondered how many women he had seduced.
What was funny was that she was supposed to be seducing him.
"You don't mind me telling you how attractive I think you are,
do you?" he whispered near her ear. "It's not a come-on or
anything...I just think you have a very attractive body."
"No..." she sighed. "I don't mind." She felt him gently prod her
with his fingers, and she sensed he wanted her to turn over. She let
him push her over, and he started rubbing sun-tan lotion on her
stomach.
"Your stomach is so firm." he said. "I can tell that you
exercise." His massaging was more of a caress now, and he was
slowly inching up her body, until he was rubbing sun-tan lotion just
below her breasts. She waited, wondering if he would actually touch
her breasts, but he didn't. She felt his hands move away, and then
his hand brushed her cheek. She opened her eyes.
His face was so close to her, she could smell him. There was
something sexual about his scent, and Jennifer felt overpowered by
his closeness. "You really are gorgeous." he said. "Can I kiss you?"
She could only nod.
At first she told herself, all she had to do was wait until he
pulled away, and then she was done. She could go back to Mark. But
Greg kissed her in a long, lingering kiss, and as he did so, his hands
ran up and down her back and sides, making her feel weak. When he
finally broke away, she could only sigh in pleasure, and lay back as
he started to press his lips against her neck. His arm enveloped her,
and pulled her to him, his hand roaming up and down her back.
Finally he let her lie back in the grass, while he leaned over her and
smiled. His hand creeped like a spider up her side, and slipped
almost imperceptibly over her left breast. A shiver of pleasure and
excitement raced through her at this forbidden touch.
"Want to go to my place?" he murmured. His other hand was
tracing circles on her leg, drifting up her shorts and sliding over
her thigh.
"Ooh." she said. Then she remembered what she was supposed
to be doing. "Oh! I'm sorry, I can't..." She sat up quickly, and pushed
him back. He did not seem particularly shocked, only displeased. "I'm
really sorry, Greg...maybe another time, okay?" She blinked at him
for a moment, trying to shake free of her desire, and rushed off
before he could answer.
"Suit yourself." she heard him say behind her. When she looked
back, he was on his back again, eyes closed, sunning himself.
Jennifer looked around for Mark. She finally saw him sitting
under a nearby tree, waiting. She walked over, and he stood just
before she reached him. His eyes appraised her.
"You seemed to enjoy that." he said, his voice very neutral, and
he took her hand. Jennifer mutely allowed him to lead her away.
Controlling Jennifer VIII: Taking It Easy Part II
Jennifer let Mark lead her, waiting for him to say something.
They walked across the grass and finally stopped in a nearby copse
of trees. Jennifer took a quick glance backwards to see if the guy
was watching her with Mark, but he had settled back and was
leisurely tanning himself. She felt a little disappointed.
Mark pulled at her, turning her back around to face him, his
hands settling around her waist. He was smiling, and the shadows
of the leaves above them played across his face. "For a moment
there, I thought I would need to go in and rescue you." he said. "You
were supposed to be seducing him, Jennifer, not the other way
around."
She looked away and smiled in embarrassment. "He was very...
persuasive..." she murmured.
"Uh huh." Mark grinned.
Her eyes flickered back to Mark's face. "I get to ask you
another question." she reminded him.
"All right." he said. "Let's sit down." He released her and sat
down, his back against the trunk of the tree they were under.
Jennifer settled down beside him, folding her knees in front of her
and wrapping her arms around her legs. She squeezed them to her
chest, feeling the leftover excitement from kissing Greg sparkle in
her stomach. It made her feel restless.
"I want to know how you got your power." she said to Mark.
"I already told you, first time we met." he said. "I just got it
one day. Wished for it so hard that it finally came to me."
Jennifer sighed. "Yeah, but there must be more. Tell me the
whole story." she pressed. "Tell me all about your power, Mark. I
want to know. Tell me how you knew you had it. Tell me what you
did. Tell me about the other women you've controlled."
He was silent, and his smile faded rapidly. Jennifer watched
him, curious at his strange reaction. Finally he spoke. "I can't tell
you that, Jennifer. Not yet. Maybe someday, but not right now."
If anything, this made Jennifer even more curious. "Come on,
Mark." she said, leaning against him. "Tell me. I really want to
know."
He shrugged her away. "No." he growled. "Ask something else,
Jennifer." Jennifer pulled away from him, and turned her head to
silently observe his profile. He was frowning, and his eyes were
dark and scowling. Jennifer decided she shouldn't push the issue
any more, and quickly came up with another question, one that had
also been on her mind.
"Am I the only one?" she asked.
Mark's eyes returned to reality, and he looked at her,
surprised. "Only one what?"
"The only one you're controlling right now." she said. "Your
only 'slave.'"
He turned to watch a lady walking in the distance. His nod
was almost imperceptible, but Jennifer caught it. "Of course." he
said quietly. "There's only one of you, Jennifer."
"Good." she said.
The silence grew between them. Jennifer watched Mark,
waiting to see if he would say anything, but he seemed to be
retreating into his own thoughts. Absent-mindedly, he picked up a
leaf and started to shred it in his fingers, methodically picking it
into tiny portions. Jennifer watched him do this until her eyes
wandered away, and she found herself watching a squirrel scurry
up and down a tree off in the distance. It seemed to be dancing
around the trunk with no purpose. As she watched, it scurried
around, and then froze. It remained suspended for a moment, then
scampered up the tree. She lost it in the leaves, and then saw it
again, running like mad toward the end of a branch. It took a flying
leap, soared through the air, and landed evenly on a nearby branch.
Jennifer gasped, waiting for it to lose its balance and fall, and
then laughed when it didn't.
"What?" asked Mark.
"Squirrels are funny." she said. "I was just watching that one
over there."
"Squirrels are crazy." Mark observed, as the squirrel tore
through the tree at lightning speed.
"I'd like to be a squirrel." Jennifer said. "It looks like fun."
Mark nodded. "Jumping from branch to branch, looking down on
everyone from above, being able to run up trees."
"It just looks like it would be a rush." she said. She turned to
grin at Mark. "Can you make me a squirrel?"
"I can make you think you're a squirrel."
Jennifer shook her head, smiling. "Not the same." she told him.
She looked over to find the squirrel again, and saw two little boys
standing under the tree. They both looked to be about six or seven,
and the bigger blond one was instructing the dark-haired one to
gather a pile of rocks.
"Look at those two boys." Jennifer poked Mark with her elbow
to get his attention. "What're they doing?"
"Gathering ammo." Mark observed. Sure enough, the blond one
picked up a pebble and happily whipped it at the squirrel. He
missed completely, but Jennifer was still annoyed.
"Those stupid little boys." she said. "Come on, Mark, let's go
talk to them." She stood and brushed the grass off her shorts. Mark
stood uncertainly next to her and followed her as she walked over
to the boys.
"What are you planning to do?" he asked.
"I don't know. Talk to them?" Jennifer glanced back at Mark as
she walked. "Maybe you can use your power?"
"I will if I need to."
Jennifer thought about this, and decided he was probably
right. She could handle a couple of little kids by herself. The
blonde kid turned to look at them as they approached; his face was
covered with freckles, and his smile held a happy arrogance that
made Jennifer instantaneously think he was a brat. "What are you
doing?" she demanded.
"Foolin' around." he answered, and as if to emphasize it, he
hurled a rock up at the squirrel. He turned back to them and grinned
widely.
"Stop that!" said Jennifer. "Stop throwing rocks at that poor
squirrel!"
The child only sneered. "You ain't my mother." he told her, and
threw another rock. Jennifer felt the urge to smack the little brat.
Mark spoke. "Why don't you throw rocks at your little friend
instead? And he can throw rocks back at you!" The child's eyes
flickered blankly, and then he grinned and picked up a particularly
big rock. The dark-haired kid was running towards them with
another load of rocks.
Jennifer hit Mark. Her fist connected with his shoulder, hard
enough to hurt, and Mark turned to look at her, more surprised than
actually hurt. "Stop them." she told him, and although she didn't say
anything else, the threat in her eyes was perfectly clear. Stop
them, or I'll hate you forever.
"Stop!" said Mark, and the blonde-haired kid froze in mid-
throw. Both kids turned to look at Mark. "Don't throw rocks, both of
you. Don't throw them at anything. Find some nicer way to have
fun."
The kids stared at Mark and Jennifer for a moment, then they
both grinned, and started to run off. "Wait!" called Jennifer. Both
kids stopped, and Jennifer walked over to the dark-haired one. She
knelt down beside him. "I'm Jennifer." she said. "What's your
name?"
The kid only blinked at her. "He's Jeff!" the blonde one chimed.
"You're very cute." Jennifer told him. "Can I kiss you?"
"Ewwww!!! Gross!!!" said Jeff, squirming, and he started to
turn away, but before he could, Jennifer threw her arms around
him and planted a kiss on his tiny lips. He pulled away quickly and
ran away from her. "Gross! Gross! Gross!" he howled.
"She kissed you! She kissed you!" taunted the blonde. "Now you
gotta marry her!" There was more, more childish teasing and name-
calling, but Jennifer turned her back on them and looked at Mark.
"How dare you." she said, glaring at him. Her voice was low
and cold. "They're just children. How dare you use your power on
them."
He only nodded, his eyes holding hers. "Uh huh. Don't take the
moral high ground with me, Miss Cailly. I could see it in your face.
You wanted to wipe that smile off the kids face just as much as I
did. Only difference, is that I had the power to do something about
it."
As Jennifer looked into his dark, unrepentant eyes, she was
torn by conflicting emotions. Half of her wanted to kick him right
in the balls, to see him crumple to the ground in shock and pain.
The other half of her, for some reason, wanted to cry. It was all
the same with Mark, every time she talked to him. It was always
him with his power, and his lack of any scruples in using it.
Jennifer knew she shouldn't be surprised anymore by what he said
and did, but it always managed to catch her unawares. She always
fell into the trap of thinking of him as a regular person,
sometimes even as a friend. But he was not a regular person, and
he had no regard for other human beings. Including her. Jennifer
felt like something was ripping her in two inside.
Mark must have seen it in her face, because his expression
immediately became one of concern. "Are you all right, Jenny?
What's wrong?"
"You." she said simply. "You're wrong." And she turned and
started to walk away. Her face felt like she was going to cry, but
she felt completely empty inside. Devoid of tears.
"Jennifer!" she heard him call. He ran up next to her. "Jennifer,
please... listen to me, huh? Look, I'm sorry...I'm so used to having
the power, I just use it without thinking. Look, Jennifer, would you
stop?"
"You'll never change." she said as she walked. She didn't look
at Mark, and was talking more to herself than to him. "You'll
always be Mark. Mark, with the power to have anything that he
wants. Mark, who doesn't care about anyone."
"Jennifer!" he said, and he stopped in front of her. She angled
to go around him, but he put his arms around her. She felt herself
caught in his embrace, and tried for a moment to resist. But it was
weak resistance, and after a moment, she let herself collapse in
his arms. Now's the time to cry, some distant part of her mind
said. If you cry now, you'll hold him in your palm forever. Play
games of controlling Mark. But it all seemed pointless at the
moment, and that made her feel more torn up than before. She
wondered why she felt so much comfort from being in his arms,
when he was the one that had made her feel this way in the first
place.
Mark was speaking. "I know it seems like I don't care about
anything... like I'm the worst person in the world. It's the way it's
always been for me, Jennifer. I had my power, and that power put
me above everyone else. Try to understand how it is for me. I've
never had to play the game...all I ask for is mine. Life has always
been a joke for me. I can have anything I want. It...it just makes it
easy to think about only yourself. I'm trying, Jennifer, really I am.
Please, just give me time."
"You can't have me." she whispered, her chin resting on his
shoulder. "I'll do whatever you want, with your power, but it won't
be me."
"I know." he said. He hugged her fiercely. "Ask me a question,
Jennifer."
"Huh?"
"You kissed that little kid, so I'll answer one of your
questions. But little kids don't count anymore, okay?"
"You're changing, Mark." she said. It was only after she said it
that she really came to realize it was true. He was changing.
"So are you." he answered.
Am I? Jennifer supposed she was. She knew she had done
things with Mark she would have never considered doing before. It
was all very strange. They were both changing each other, and who
knew when it would stop.
"Why me?" she asked.
"Is that your question?"
"Yeah. Why me, Mark?"
"Because. I saw you dancing at one time, and I just couldn't
stand not knowing who you were. I couldn't stand not owning you.
Felt like it would be a capital crime to let you get away."
Jennifer felt the tightness of Mark's embrace, and felt her
arms around him. "Life with you is an emotional roller coaster,
Mark." she sighed. "I haven't had this many ups and downs since the
first time I fell in love."
Mark said nothing.
They held each other for a moment longer, then Mark finally
loosened his hold on her. Jennifer pulled away, feeling happier, and
feeling even more displaced with the realization that she was
happier. My life really is an emotional roller coaster, she thought.
"What do you want to do now?" she asked.
"It's getting close to lunch time." Mark said. "Want to go over
to Mcdonalds? It's right across the street. I'll treat."
"Okay." said Jennifer. She checked her watch, and felt even
more disoriented realizing how much time had passed. It was
indeed almost lunchtime, and she had gone running four hours
before.
They went to Mcdonalds. Jennifer wasn't very surprised when
the manager waved aside the cost of the food. "Free for Mr.
Antonio!" the portly man trumpeted. Jennifer had a cheeseburger,
small fries and a coke. They sat down in a relatively isolated
booth, and talked of very ordinary things. Mark told her he was a
business major, a transfer student from a small college in Texas.
He was majoring in business because he figured that with his
power, he could make a fortune in business and still look pretty
legitimate. Jennifer in turn told him she was hoping to go to law
school and become a lawyer. All in all, the conversation was very
pedestrian, and they avoided any topics that concerned Mark's
power. Jennifer was surprised with how free Mark was being with
information; it was safe to say that she learned more about him in
that conversation at Mcdonalds than from all their previous
conversations.
Afterwards, they walked back to the park area of the campus.
"Kiss one more person, Jennifer, and I'll let you go." Mark said as
they across the grass.
"I don't understand you, Mark." Jennifer said. "Why do you like
it so much when I do things with other guys? Why don't you ever
want me to do things with you?"
"That's a question." he pointed out. "I'll answer it after you
kiss another guy."
"That was TWO questions." she said. "Answer me at least one,
okay?"
"Okay." he said. "I'll answer your second question. The reason I
don't have you do things with me, is because it doesn't really mean
anything to me. I can have any woman I want, any time I want. I
could have Hilary Clinton if I really wanted her. Sex isn't really
that big a deal for me."
For some reason, this bothered Jennifer. "How many woman do
you have sex with, anyway? Lots?"
"That's another question." he said. "You still owe me one."
Jennifer scowled at him, then shrugged. "All right. Where's a
guy?" She looked around, and saw a guy sitting on a bench, reading.
He was in an overgrown area of the park, and Jennifer thought it
was likely that no one would see her if she kissed him. Plus, he
was fairly attractive, with a lean body and a friendly face.
Jennifer nodded, this would be her target.
"I see someone. Stay here?" Mark saw the guy, too, and nodded
his assent. Jennifer started her stroll over, and once again felt the
bubbling excitement in the pit of her stomach. The I-can't-believe-
I'm-doing-this excitement. Finally, she reached the guy. He was
intently reading a calculus textbook, and didn't notice her
approach.
"Hi." she said. He continued to read his book. "I'm Marcie." she
continued uneasily. He still didn't notice her, and she stood
awkwardly, trying to figure out what to do.
Then he looked up. "Oh, hi!" he said, and reached up to his ears.
He pulled out two tiny black discs attached to wires: earphones.
She hadn't even noticed them. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you...I had
my walkman blasting."
"That's all right." Jennifer said. She stared at the wires
trailing down into his sweatshirt. Assumedly, he had a walkman
down there somewhere. "I didn't even see those earphones!"
"Yeah, they're pretty small. Great for listening during class."
he grinned. "I'm Francisco."
"I'm Marcie." Jennifer said. "Can I sit down?"
"Sure...I've never been one to deny a pretty lady." he grinned
again. Jennifer liked his grin; it was very open and friendly. Not
like Greg's seductive grin, but a grin without expectations.
Jennifer sat next to him. "So, what's up, Marcie?" he asked.
"Can I be completely frank with you?" she asked.
"Sure, go for it."
"I hope you don't think I'm being too forward...but I noticed you
over here...and, well, I just want to kiss you. Can I?"
Francisco looked surprised, but not unhappy. "You want to kiss
me?"
Jennifer couldn't believe what she was saying, but the
excitement was still building within her. "Yes. Can I?"
He shook his head, still grinning. "Ok, what is this, a joke,
huh? Where's the cameras?"
"No joke." said Jennifer. Rather than trying further to
convince him, she decided to just go for it. She craned forward and
pressed her lips against his. He was hesitant at first, but rapidly
got into it, pressing back. His lips parted, and his tongue pushed
into her mouth. His arms enveloped her, and she was startled by
the firmness with which he held her. Finally, he released the kiss,
and Jennifer gasped.
"Wow!" she said.
"Was it as good as you expected?" he grinned.
"Yeah. It sure was." And they kissed again. This kiss lasted
longer, and his hands slipped up and down her back, pushing her
body tight against his. His tongue once again slipped into her
mouth, and this time she reciprocated, shyly darting her tongue
against his. He smelled wonderful.
Finally, they parted. Jennifer gasped again. "Still good?" he
asked. She nodded. "Want to do more?"
"More?" she asked. In reply, he started his way down her neck,
sprinkling light kisses on her neck. He pushed the neckline of her
t-shirt over her shoulder, and pressed his lips against the exposed
skin. Jennifer felt a shiver creep through her, and she lifted her
chin to give him easier access to her neck. "Oh, wow." she said.
"More?" he asked. Jennifer was about to nod, but then a
thought occurred to her. Excitement spilled through her, and she
could hardly control her voice when she spoke. "All right...but I
have to do something first, okay? I need to borrow your walkman.
Is that okay?"
He became suspicious. "What for?"
"Please." she said. Before she knew what she was doing,
before she could think enough to stop herself, she had pulled off
her t-shirt and sports bra. Francisco stared in shock at her
exposed breasts. Jennifer felt deliriously exposed, even though
they were in an isolated area of the campus and probably no one
else could see her. Jennifer let Francisco eye her breasts for a
moment, then she pulled her t-shirt back on, and dropped her
sports bra in his lap. "You can keep this as hostage until I return
your walkman, all right?" He gaped at her, nodded as he scrambled
to pull out his walkman.
Jennifer quickly had it set up. The walkman was tucked in the
back of her shorts. The wires wound up under her t-shirt, then
came up disguised in her hair to the earphones in her ears. Mark
would see nothing. Jennifer grinned.
"I'll be right back." she said, and she turned and started
walking towards where she had left Mark. He wasn't there, but
materialized out of the trees as she neared.
"You did it." he said. "I thought you were going to do
more...why did you take off your shirt?"
"He wants to do more." she said. "So do I...but I couldn't, Mark.
I just couldn't bring myself to! Mark...I want him to touch my
body...but I can't make myself let him! I keep getting nervous. Could
you...could you use your power? Tell me to do it? Please?"
Mark arched an eyebrow. "You WANT me to use my power on
you? Are you sure, Jennifer?"
"Yes!! I'm sure. Tell me to let him touch my body. Please,
Mark? I want him to so badly!"
"Okay, if you want it." he said, sounding a little dazed. Then he
opened his mouth, and Jennifer could see his mouth moving. But at
that moment, she had snaked her hand behind her back, and pressed
the play button on the walkman, and her ears were bombarded with
guitar. Mark finished speaking, and stood watching her. Jennifer
took an evaluation of her mind. Nothing. His power hadn't worked on
her. Jennifer smiled. She had figured it out. She had beaten his
power.
Then she let her eyes appear to go vacant, and walked back to
where Francisco waited. She managed to conceal the walkman, and
turned it off before she reached him. "What was that about?" he
asked her.
"I was talking to that guy...he's a friend of mine." Jennifer
explained as she sat beside him. "He was the one who dared me to
kiss you. I just told him to get lost."
"What did you need the walkman for?" asked Francisco.
"Be quiet and kiss me." Jennifer said, and she leaned into his
Francisco's waiting lips. They kissed fiercely, and this time,
Francisco slid his hands under her t-shirt and slid them over her
breasts. Jennifer felt a tingle as his fingertips brushed her hard
nipples, and felt herself start to get wet down below. At first his
touch was tentative, but after she offered no objections, he began
to press his hands against her breasts, firmly fondling them.
Jennifer slipped her hands under his shirt, and felt his bare flesh.
She liked the feel of his muscles; they were tight and firm.
Francisco started to push her back, and Jennifer let herself
be pushed down onto her back on the bench. Francisco lifted her
t-shirt and took her left nipple in his mouth, letting his tongue
play along the hardened tip, making her gasp. She felt exposed
again, and thought about making him stop. But the pleasure was too
much, and it felt so good to just lie back and let him kiss her. She
gasped again as he began to circle her nipple with his tongue; it
was a wonderful, hot, tickling sensation. She lost herself in the
feel of his mouth, his lips pressing against her breasts.
Then he lifted his head and spoke. "How far is this going to go,
Marcie?" he asked.
Jennifer sighed, closing her eyes. "Not much further, I'm
afraid. Not here anyway."
"Want to go to my room?" he asked.
Jennifer considered it. "No." she finally said. "Maybe another
time, but not right now." She sat up, letting her t-shirt fall back
over her breasts.
"Too bad." Francisco was grinning. "You almost made all my
fantasies come true."
"Mmm." said Jennifer, noticing the lump in the crotch of his
shorts. She touched it with her fingers, and watched the contented
expression that passed over his face. She slid her fingers down the
front of his shorts, encountered the head of his penis. Enraptured
by the arousal on his face, Jennifer took his hard-on in her hand
and squeezed it lightly.
"Ooh. That feels good." he sighed. Jennifer started to run her
fingers over it, exploring it. She slipped up to the head, pressing
her fingertip against the tiny hole at the tip, then ran her fingers
down the bottom of the shaft, circling around where it attached to
the rest of his body. He was fairly thick, and wondered what it
would feel like to have him inside of her.
She started to stroke him, and he stifled a moan. She
continued to pull him up and down, when finally he stopped her.
"Quit it." he said. "I'm gonna come."
"So?"
"So I don't want to come all over my shorts!"
"Stand up and pull down your shorts." she said. "We're all
alone here, and besides, I want to see what you look like." She
started to stroke harder, and he groaned. He stood, and she pulled
his engorged organ out from his shorts. It stood out straight from
his body, a thick purple snout, and Jennifer stared at it as her hand
ran up and down its length. She hadn't seen many penises in her
life, and was always amazed at how fleshy and lumpy they were.
Not the perfect cylinders she always expected. He was dripping a
few beads of pre-come.
Finally, he moaned, and his penis started to tense and pulse.
He started to spurt, and Jennifer watched amazed as the blops of
sperm launched from his body and dropped onto the sidewalk. She
just couldn't imagine being a guy, having an organ that you pulled
and prodded and that finally granted you satisfaction by spurting
white syrup out of its hole. It was just too strange to think about.
Francisco was breathing hard. Jennifer sat back onto the
bench, and waited for him to get recomposed. She watched his
organ droop. Finally, he pulled up his shorts again, and sat beside
her.
"Wow." he said. "You're unreal. Can I call you sometime?"
She smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry...but maybe I'll see
you another time, all right?" She handed him back her walkman,
and took her sports bra.
He kissed her again, and she let herself melt into this last
kiss. "This has been the weirdest experience I've ever had." he said.
"Thanks, Marcie."
"Thank you, too, Francisco." she smiled. "You're wonderful, too.
I have to go. See you later?"
"I hope so." he said.
"Me too. Bye!"
"Bye."
Jennifer stood and walked towards where she had last seen
Mark. She felt the slickness between her legs, and dreamed of how
Francisco had kissed her, wishing they could have done more. He
had been so nice, and hadn't treated her much like a slut even
though she was pretty much acting like one. He had been slow and
gentle, just the way Jennifer liked. She sighed happily, and waited
for Mark to materialize. She waited, and he did not appear.
She looked through the park. He was nowhere to be found. Mark
had disappeared.
Controlling Jennifer IX: Waiting for Mark
"I wish I had a boyfriend." said Darlene, as she dropped her
book to the side and stared at the ceiling. She was lying on the bed,
supposedly studying, but the book was apparently so boring that
she would put it down every two minutes. Jennifer looked up from
her Chinese Culture homework.
"So get a boyfriend." she told Darlene.
Darlene sighed. "I can't. Look at me....I'm fat."
"You're not fat!"
"Yes, I am." said Darlene. "I wish I had your body, Jennifer."
"Your body is fine, Darlene. Anyhow, if that's the way you
feel, why don't you go jogging with me? I always offer, but you
never go."
Darlene leaned over and shook her head. "Some women just
can't run, Jen. You can, 'cause you look good running. But not me. I
look ridiculous. I look like I haven't run a day in my life."
"You gotta start sometime." Jennifer said. "Come on, go with
me tomorrow. It won't be as bad as you think. I'll run with you the
entire way, ok?"
Darlene just turned on her back and sighed. "I could, but it
wouldn't get me a boyfriend." She picked up her book, and started
reading again. Jennifer watched her for a moment, then turned back
to her homework.
Not that she was having any more luck than Darlene. Her mind
kept returning to the same thought. Where was Mark? Why had he
disappeared that day? It had been almost a week, and she had heard
nothing from him. Every time the phone rang, she expected it to be
him. Every time she went running in the morning, she expected to
see him waiting for her in the park. And thus far, she had always
been disappointed.
And as always, her mind told her the answer. Call him. She
had checked for 'Antonio's in the school phone directory, and there
he was. Marcus Robert Antonio. Extension 6072. All she had to do
was pick up the phone and call him.
But always, just as her mind started to consider this option,
she would abandon it. Why was she calling him, anyway? Why did
she want to talk to him? True, they had become more friends than
master/slave over the weekend, but that didn't necessarily cancel
out the month of anxiety he had provided her with beforehand. No,
if he was gone, good riddance! She could get on with her life.
At least for another five minutes, at which point her eyes
would once again drift from studying the Boxer rebellion to
studying the phone, and wondering why he had left her in the park
the saturday before. But she would never call him. No, she was
better off without him.
Jennifer had last seen Jacob the tuesday before. She had been
walking down the men's hall, when suddenly he was there, glaring
out at her from his doorway. His hand was bandaged, and his eyes
were strange. A little too dark, a little too intense. The complete
opposite of the clumsy inebriated expression that had been on his
face the friday before. "Jennifer." he hissed.
Jennifer froze. He wouldn't try anything, she told herself, not
in the middle of the hall. Still, fear clamped onto her heart, and,
her mind racing, she cursed herself for not telling Mark to do
something. Mark could change Jacob. Just with a couple words.
"Jennifer." Jacob repeated. "What happened on friday night?"
His eyes searched her face, burning into her. God, he's changed, she
thought to herself. He used to be so friendly, so lively and cheerful.
Now he was dark and scowling, and his expression reminded
Jennifer of the sky before a thunderstorm. Have I done that to him?
she asked herself. Has Mark? She made a note to tell Mark about
Jacob the next time she saw him. Mark could change Jacob back.
"You mean, you can't remember?" she asked. It was possible,
after all, he HAD been drunk.
"Oh, I remember just fine. I remember too well. I just wanted
to get your side of the story." He paused, appraising her. "Who was
he, Cailly?"
"Who was who?"
"Don't fuck with me!" he snapped. His eyes were wild. My god,
what's wrong with him? she thought, stepping back, ready to bolt.
But Jacob seemed to reign in his temper, and looked upon her with
cold determination. "Who was the guy you were with? The guy..."
his voice shuddered. "The guy with the voice. Who was he, Jenny?"
"I don't know who you mean." she hedged. "What guy? You were
drunk, Jacob..."
"Don't lie to me! Tell me who he is, Jennifer! Tell me!" he
snarled, and took a step forward. Jennifer would have bolted,
should have, in fact, but at that moment, all she could think of was
what an asshole Jacob was. And she got mad.
"Jacob, stay away from me or you'll regret it." she said. Her
voice was very low and even, surprisingly even. Jacob's eyes
widened, and she could see him back down, could see him pulling
his rage back inside himself. His eyes went dark and dangerous
again.
"We'll see." he said, and he pulled back into his room and shut
the door.
Jennifer was left shivering. She felt like talking to Mark
right then and there, to tell him about Jacob, and get him to do
something. It wasn't that she feared just for herself; although it
was startling to realize, she feared for Mark too. Mark was so used
to relying on his power...would he be prepared if Jacob made a
sudden and surprise attack?
In the end, as Jennifer made her way slowly down the stairs,
she became lost in uncertainty. She couldn't decide what to do. And
finally, she did nothing. But as she walked, a thought entered her
head. Monsters beget monsters, she thought, and this phrase kept
returning to her the rest of the day.
"This book is SO boring!" wailed Darlene, heaving the book
across the room into the closet door. Jennifer blinked. Back to
reality. She turned, and couldn't help smiling at the image of
Darlene staring in frustration at the battered book.
"It's your fault." Jennifer said. "You shouldn't have taken a
class with the name 'Role of the Elderly in Pre-industrial France.'"
"Had to." muttered Darlene, sulking. "Needed to satisfy the
European culture core requirement." She picked up a stuffed animal
from her bed, the austere looking walrus she called Jefferson, and
started to toss it up and down. "When are you going running
tomorrow?"
"I don't know. Probably in the morning, around 9:30 or so."
Darlene sighed, as if the next words out of her mouth would
cause her physical pain. "Maybe I will go with you." she said
reluctantly. "I really need to get in shape, and I suppose I need to
stop putting it off."
" 'Your one true love loves you for yourself, not your body.' "
quoted Jennifer. Darlene grimaced; it was a favorite saying of
Kristi, one of their Resident Advisers, and they were all sick of
hearing it because Kristi was absolutely gorgeous and it seemed
had never had to worry about attracting guys at all. Jennifer
looked at Darlenes face as it bobbed up and down, following the
rise and plunge of Jefferson, and she decided Darlene was not
unattractive. She was somewhat plump, but she had a cute face,
and curly hair that bounced like tiny springs whenever she moved.
Of course, thought Jennifer, maybe guys saw things different.
"That's easy for Kristi to say." said Darlene. "They have to
notice you before they can love you." Jefferson went up again,
came down again.
"Yeah, and then it's still a mess. It never gets perfect."
Darlene grinned at that. She had a nice, lively grin, too. "Yeah!
'Cause even when you've found the perfect guy, you still gotta live
with him." She tossed Jefferson again, this time missing him as he
came down. He bounced against the bed spread. "Maybe I'll just stay
single and get rich. Maybe guys aren't worth it."
"Sounds good." Jennifer smiled. "Maybe if you give up guys, I'll
be able to get some homework done."
Darlene grinned again. "Oh, that's how it is, huh? Ok, I'll leave
you in peace...I'm gonna go check if Amy is still awake." She slipped
on a pair of slippers and padded out the door in the direction of
Amy's room.
Jennifer was left by herself. She sighed. "Who am I kidding?"
she said to herself. "Darlene's not the only reason I'm not getting
anything done." She looked at the phone, and was about to reach for
it, when she made herself stop. Instead, she made herself reach for
her pencil. "Don't." she told herself. "Let Mark call you. He likes to
be in control so much, fine, let him be in control. As for you, get on
with your life." Good advice. She started writing.
At 9:30, Darlene and Jennifer, dressed in t-shirts and shorts,
walked side by side through the park and to the track. Jennifer had
planned on taking it easy, and just having them both run a slow
mile. But even that was too much for Darlene; after about two
laps, with the pace slowing more and more as time went on, she
finally stopped and refused to run any further. A final compromise
was reached with she agreed to walk two more laps with Jennifer,
so that they could at least say they had done a mile, even if they
hadn't run the whole thing.
So they walked around the track and talked, mostly about
school and other people. "What happened to Jacob's hand?" Darlene
asked as they neared the end of the mile.
"Hmm?"
"His hand is all bandaged. I asked him what had happened, but
he wouldn't tell me. 'Ask Jennifer.' he said."
Jennifer frowned. "It was his own fault." she said. "Remember
the dance friday night? He showed up drunk, and tried to get in a
fight with the guy I was dancing with. Said I was his girlfriend and
all that."
"What an asshole." said Darlene with disgust. "So what
happened?"
Jennifer thought about lying. "Mark happened." she finally
said. "It's kind of hard to explain, but Mark intervened and told
them to take it outside. So anyhow, they went out to fight, and
Jacob got his hand burnt or something."
"Wow! Mark saved you?"
"Sort of. Don't look at me like that, it wasn't like that at all. I
think maybe he just wanted to see a good fight." That was the
truth, thought Jennifer. And she had been thinking of calling this
guy? Uh, uh. Good riddance.
"Sounds like I missed the action that night." Darlene said.
"You didn't miss much." said Jennifer.
Afterwards, they were walking back through the park, when
Jennifer saw a familiar face walking towards them. She
suppressed an urge to run and hide. It was Francisco. As he neared
them, he called in greeting "Hi, Marcie!"
"Who's he talking to?" whispered Darlene.
"Shh." said Jennifer. "I'll explain afterwards." She waved. "Hi,
Francisco!" she called back. She could feel Darlene's wide grin at
her back.
Francisco neared. "I was wondering if I would ever see you
again." he said cheerfully.
"Francisco...I have a confession to make." Jennifer took a
breath. "My name isn't Marcie. It's Jennifer."
"Jennifer?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry...I told you my name was Marcie
because...well, you can probably figure out why."
Francisco nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I can. So, Jennifer. Nice
to meet you." he smiled. "I was hoping I would find you around
here."
Jennifer opened her mouth to say something else, when she
felt a poke behind her. "Oh, I'm sorry. This is my roommate
Darlene."
"Hi, Darlene." said Francisco. Jennifer couldn't help but smile
at the friendliness in his voice. Francisco's a good guy, she
decided.
"Hi." said Darlene.
"Well, Marcie...ah...JENNIFER...since I've found you again, I get a
chance to ask you out. Want to get dinner and catch a movie on
friday?"
Jennifer stopped to consider. A voice called out inside her:
what about Mark? But she pushed it back. What ABOUT Mark? She
didn't owe him anything. "Ok." she said to Francisco. "Sounds like
fun. Want my number?"
He grinned. "Oh, I get your number this time, Marcie?"
Jennifer felt herself blushing. Ridiculous, she thought...she
had kissed him, let him see her breasts in public, all without
blushing...why blush now? "Uh huh." she said. "You get my number
now. 8621...can you remember it, or should I write it down?"
"8621. I can remember it. See you on friday, Jennifer." he said.
"Bye." said Jennifer. He walked away.
"Bye!" called Darlene. "Nice meeting you!" As they started
walking again, Darlene turned to her, excited. "Wow! Jennifer,
what's gotten into you? That makes four different guys I've seen
after you in the last week! I swear, suddenly you've become Miss
Popularity!"
Jennifer felt like saying that guys liked a slutty woman, but
held her tongue. That was the truth after all, wasn't it? She had
met all those guys, Jacob, Derrick, now Francisco, all because she
had been willing to let herself be seen as a sex object. Sex,
wonderful way to attract men, she thought to herself with a note
of bitterness. All except for Mark. She had met Mark because he had
wanted her to act like a sex object.
" 'Your one true love loves you for yourself, not your body.' "
Jennifer quoted.
"Uh huh." Darlene nodded with a grin. "You're starting to get
worse than Kristi."
Jennifer shook her head. "I don't feel that popular. I feel like a
piece of meat."
"Aw. What's wrong, Jennifer? Guys pressuring you, or
something?" she peered at Jennifer. "Who's been pressuring you?"
No one, I've been giving in without any pressuring at all, she
thought. But Jennifer couldn't tell Darlene that. She was Jennifer's
roommate, but that didn't mean she wouldn't call Jennifer a slut
just like everyone else. Nice girls just didn't give strangers
handjobs in the middle of parks.
Darlene had become stern. "Jennifer Cailly, tell me who has
been pressuring you. Is it Mark?"
"No one." sighed Jennifer. "No, not Mark. I just feel like that's
why I've been getting so much attention lately. Guys just want me
to sleep with them."
Darlene eased out of her rigid motherly mode and shrugged.
"So, what else is new? If I remember correctly, you had frat guys
hanging around you in a swarm around the beginning of the year.
You handled them well enough. Besides, I guess I don't know
Francisco, but he seemed like a nice guy. Hey, you haven't told me
why he called you Marcie!"
Jennifer, fortunately, had planned for this question since
friday night. She had expected it to be asked about Derrick, but
apparently Darlene had forgotten certain details about that night,
probably lost in an alcoholic mist. "I told him my name was Marcie
first time I met him. You know, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to
know my real name. I wasn't sure what kind of guy he was." She
thought about Francisco. Darlene was right, he WAS a nice guy...and
just because Jennifer had about thrown her body at him didn't
mean that was all he wanted.
What would Mark think if he knew she was going out with
Francisco. Would he care at all? Maybe he wanted her to be with
Francisco. Maybe that was why he had left her. Maybe Mark was
gone for good.
Somehow, she couldn't believe this.
Jennifer dressed casually for her date, wearing a pair of snug
but comfortable jeans and a deep red shirt under a denim jacket. A
pair of Darlene's earrings, the ones that happened to perfectly
match her red shirt, finished off the picture. "You look great!"
gushed Amy. "Dressed to kill!"
"Thanks, Amy." Jennifer smiled at her reflection in the
mirror. She liked the way she looked. "What are you all going to
do?"
Darlene was lounging on her bed, and another taller girl
named Maya was sitting in her seat. "Probably screw around in the
dorm." she said. "None of US have dates." She grinned.
"Is he going to come to your room?" asked Amy excitedly. Amy
got excited whenever anyone had a date. It was her way.
"No, I said I would meet him down in the lobby. Actually I'd
better go see if he's there now." Jennifer grabbed her wallet and
turned to leave.
"No!" Amy bounced to intercept her. "What if he's not there?
I'll go check, okay!" And without waiting, Amy had bounced out the
door and was racing down the hall.
Jennifer sighed, and sat down on her bed. "You feel jittery?"
asked Maya.
"Not really." said Jennifer, and it was the truth. After all she
had been through with Mark, a first date seemed strangely
relaxing.
Amy shot into the room. "I saw him! He's down there watching
TV. Darlene, he's exactly like you described him!"
Jennifer scooped up her wallet and slid it into the inside
pocket of her jacket. "Then I guess I'm off." she said. "Have fun, you
guys."
"You, too!" they all chimed, and then Jennifer was out the
door, ignoring the double entendres and laughter that predictably
followed. As she walked down the men's hall, she felt creepy,
especially walking by Jacob's door. It felt like she was being
watched. She wrote it off as anxiety about Jacob, and made her
way down the stairs.
Sure enough, Francisco was there. "Hey, Jennifer!" he greeted
her as she approached. "You look great!"
"Thanks." she smiled. "Sorry if you waited."
"Don't worry about it. I just got here a second ago. Want to
go?" Jennifer nodded, and he led the way out the door and to his
car. It was a beat-up blue Toyota Celica. "The Francisco-mobile!"
he proclaimed proudly.
"Wow." said Jennifer.
"Yeah, I know, it's not much, but first cars never are."
Francisco let her in, and they were off.
Dinner was nice. They went to a place called Louisa's, a small
diner-type restaurant Jennifer had never been to before. Francisco
talked a lot, and told a lot of jokes. Most of them were at least
enough to make Jennifer smile. By the end of the meal, Jennifer
had decided Francisco was a fun guy to be with.
They went to the theater near the campus, which was a big
twelve-plex that seemed to make its money mostly off of the
college students. He asked her what she wanted to see, and
Jennifer told him anything was fine. So they saw "Army of
Darkness." Francisco had seen it three times, Jennifer not at all,
but he said it was a fun film. The audience was very loud, cheering
and catcalling and basically having a good time. Halfway through
the film, Francisco put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her
close. He was very confident in the way he did it, and Jennifer
leaned against him.
Then his other hand slid upward, and almost absent-mindedly
started to rub her arm. It slowly made its way up her arm, and
Jennifer could see where it would go if she didn't stop it. But she
couldn't decide whether to stop it; she usually didn't like to do
much more than kiss on the first date, but how could she protest,
after what they had done in the park? Inevitably, Francisco's hand
reached her right breast, and he started to fondle it through her shirt.
Jennifer looked around. The theater wasn't very crowded,
except for a loud gathering near the front, and no one was paying
any attention to them. Jennifer had taken off her jacket, and had it
laying over her lap. At first, she felt Francisco's fondling without
emotion, letting him play with her breast and feeling it from a
distance, as if it wasn't attached to her. He must have felt her
coldness, because he leaned in towards her. "Are you okay?" he
asked uncertainly.
Jennifer was swept with confusion. What to say? How could
she stop him, when the time before she had practically begged him
to touch and feel her body. Come on, Jennifer, she told herself
silently. Get into it. She pushed a smile onto her face, and nuzzled
into Francisco. With her other hand, she pushed his hand back onto
her breast.
He happily started to fondle her again, pushing his finger
down the cup of the bra and twiddling her nipple. It hardened
immediately. Jennifer concentrated, trying to force herself to
enjoy it. After all, this was the way he knew her, right? Besides,
she had enjoyed it before...she just needed to get herself in the
right frame of mind. She tried to put images of pleasure into her
head. You are enjoying this, she told yourself. You are enjoying it.
He leaned over to her. "You like that?" he asked.
"Uh huh." she lied.
He leaned in closer, and moved his hand down her body, until
he was sliding it between her legs, clumsily pressing her slit
through her jeans. She was surprised at how dry she was; on the
whole, she was surprised at how distant she felt from her body.
She felt utterly passionless. So he wouldn't know anything was
wrong, she scissored her legs open slightly and gave him more
access to her crotch.
He slipped his hand up and down, rubbing against the denim.
This is wrong, thought Jennifer. I would've never allowed anyone to
do this before. Not before Mark.
"Are you okay?" asked Francisco.
"I'm fine...that just feels good." And to keep him distracted,
she slipped her own hand between his legs and ran her fingertips
over the hard bulge in his pants. She could feel it straining against
the fabric, and Francisco closed his eyes and sighed slightly.
Jennifer slid her hand over his shaft, and that seemed to keep his
mind occupied. Meanwhile, his hand probed her own crotch, and she
could feel the wetness finally start to form between her legs.
Francisco leaned over and kissed her. It took her by surprise,
and she broke out of it before she had intended. He tried again, and
this time she met him halfway; they kissed for a moment, their
tongues shyly darting against each other. His lips were very firm
and unyielding, and his kisses were very hard and passionate.
Even so, after he kissed her for the fifth or sixth time, and as
they leaned against each other, his hand brushing her breasts, a
loud burst of laughter filled the theater. Jennifer broke the kiss to
see what was happening on the screen; there appeared to be some
battle sequence occurring. She watched for a second, before
Francisco moved in and kissed her again.
This time, she pushed him away. "Francisco...come on, let's
watch the movie." She could feel his disappointment, coming from
him like a tangible wave. "After." she promised him, and even as
she said it, she wondered if she would keep her promise.
And After soon came. Francisco put his arm around her as
they left the theater, and led her to the Francisco-mobile. They
drove, and they drove, and after a while, Francisco stopped the car,
and they were off in some out-of-the-way woodsy area.
"Here we are." he said.
Here we are, Jennifer's mind echoed. What now, Miss Cailly?
Now you let him screw you, came the response.
Following Francisco's suggestion, they moved to the back
seat. He moved in to kiss her, and this time they kissed for a long
while. His hands pressed at her back, but soon they moved freely at
her chest, unbuttoning her shirt even as they were locked in
embrace. He opened her shirt, and cupped her breasts gently,
lifting them in his hands as if amazed by their existance.
Jennifer's red shirt fell discarded, and quickly, her blouse fell too.
She made him stop, and removed Darlene's earrings so they
wouldn't snag on anything. Then she returned to his touch. He
played with her breasts, fingering her nipples and making them
harden. He was at least gentle; she liked a gentle touch, and that
more than anything was making the whole thing endurable. He
pushed her backwards to lie against the armrest, and started to
kiss his way down her body.
His tongue was wet and slick against her breasts, and she
could feel it rough against her sensitive nipples. For some reason,
an image of a dog appeared in her head and wouldn't go away. He's
licking me like a dog. Lapping at me like he's going to eat me up. He
nuzzled the soft undersides of her chest, pressing his lips against
the point where her breasts met the rest of her body. She sighed,
and let him continue.
He made his way down, tonguing her belly button for an extra
long time, as if to tease her. Then he was fumbling with the snap
to her jeans. What the heck, she thought, so far I've given him
everything else. And she reached down, and helped him undo the
clasp.
He pulled at the top of the jeans, and she lifted her butt to
help him pull them off. Her panties went next, falling in a heap
with the rest of her clothes. Jennifer looked down, her mind
focusing intently on her exposed pubic triangle. So black in the
light, like a little arrowpoint - enter here. Francisco started to
strip himself, pulling off his shirt and unsnapping his jeans.
Jennifer watched him, waiting.
His penis sprung free, rock hard, like she had remembered it
from before. Maybe bigger. Francisco's hand probed between her
legs; she could tell he was experienced by the way he quickly found
her clit and fingered her until she was good and wet. Gasping,
laying back, waiting for him to penetrate her.
He'll expect me to reciprocate, she thought. Here I've been
sitting here, like a corpse...like a bad lover. She took his penis in
her hand and slipped her hand up and down it. With her other hand,
she cupped his balls, lifting them and then letting them fall.
Feeling the coarse hair on them. He moaned, and his fingers slid
over her pussy lips.
"Condom." she said. He nodded, and fumbled out a little plastic
square, clumsily producing the circular tube. Jennifer watched as
he slid it on. First it goes in that, then it goes in me, she thought.
Then we go home.
Fortunately, she was wet enough that he slid in easily enough.
She could again feel his experience as he expertly maneuvered deep
within her, and she could feel her pussy clench tightly around
him. He was in her, moving, a living thing, pumping back and forth
deep inside her vagina. A piece of man. And he was good at what he
was doing. He managed to rub against her swollen clit as he
pumped in and out, and she found herself building toward an
orgasm. She felt it very analytically as it came, idly feeling the
pleasure build-up. He came before she did, judging by his moaning
and his spasming cock. She was afraid he would give up then, but
he pumped at her even as he softened, somewhat ineffectively, but
effective enough that her orgasm hit soon after his. She happily
rode the wave of pleasure. Take me away, she thought. But after
her shuddering climax was over, she was still in the car, and
Francisco was rolling down the window to toss away the jizz-
filled plastic. Jennifer closed her legs, and pressed them tightly
together. She felt lost.
They dressed. Francisco joked around, but Jennifer was
suddenly feeling very tired. All she wanted to do was get back to
her room. The ride back was sober and quiet.
"I hope you had a good time." he said, as the car idled in the
parking lot.
"I did." she told him, and they kissed.
"Want me to walk you to your room?"
"No. That's fine. I can make it." She got out of the car, and
returned his wave as he drove away.
Darlene was asleep, and Jennifer quietly gathered up a
nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As she let
the water rush down her body, she leaned against the wall, more
tired than she should have been, and wondered what she was
becoming.
And once again, she wondered why Mark had left her.
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