Controlling Jennifer á Author: Reinker, D. S.

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 early in 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.

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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.

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