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This is part 8 of the Controlling Jennifer series. This story is (c)1993 by Daniel Reinker, and while I do not mind it beingdistributed, I would appreciate it if you would keep this header onit so folks can know who wrote it.

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 copseof trees. Jennifer took a quick glance backwards to see if the guywas watching her with Mark, but he had settled back and wasleisurely tanning himself. She felt a little disappointed. Mark pulled at her, turning her back around to face him, hishands settling around her waist. He was smiling, and the shadowsof the leaves above them played across his face. "For a momentthere, I thought I would need to go in and rescue you." he said. "Youwere supposed to be seducing him, Jennifer, not the other wayaround." 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 youanother question." she reminded him. "All right." he said. "Let's sit down." He released her and satdown, his back against the trunk of the tree they were under.Jennifer settled down beside him, folding her knees in front of herand wrapping her arms around her legs. She squeezed them to herchest, feeling the leftover excitement from kissing Greg sparkle inher 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 itone day. Wished for it so hard that it finally came to me." Jennifer sighed. "Yeah, but there must be more. Tell me thewhole story." she pressed. "Tell me all about your power, Mark. Iwant to know. Tell me how you knew you had it. Tell me what youdid. Tell me about the other women you've controlled." He was silent, and his smile faded rapidly. Jennifer watchedhim, curious at his strange reaction. Finally he spoke. "I can't tellyou 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 toknow." He shrugged her away. "No." he growled. "Ask something else,Jennifer." Jennifer pulled away from him, and turned her head tosilently observe his profile. He was frowning, and his eyes weredark and scowling. Jennifer decided she shouldn't push the issueany more, and quickly came up with another question, one that hadalso 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. "Youronly 'slave.'" He turned to watch a lady walking in the distance. His nodwas almost imperceptible, but Jennifer caught it. "Of course." hesaid 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 beretreating into his own thoughts. Absent-mindedly, he picked up aleaf and started to shred it in his fingers, methodically picking itinto tiny portions. Jennifer watched him do this until her eyeswandered away, and she found herself watching a squirrel scurryup and down a tree off in the distance. It seemed to be dancingaround the trunk with no purpose. As she watched, it scurriedaround, and then froze. It remained suspended for a moment, thenscampered up the tree. She lost it in the leaves, and then saw itagain, running like mad toward the end of a branch. It took a flyingleap, soared through the air, and landed evenly on a nearby branch.Jennifer gasped, waiting for it to lose its balance and fall, andthen laughed when it didn't. "What?" asked Mark. "Squirrels are funny." she said. "I was just watching that oneover there." "Squirrels are crazy." Mark observed, as the squirrel torethrough 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 oneveryone from above, being able to run up trees." "It just looks like it would be a rush." she said. She turned togrin 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 boysstanding under the tree. They both looked to be about six or seven,and the bigger blond one was instructing the dark-haired one togather a pile of rocks. "Look at those two boys." Jennifer poked Mark with her elbowto get his attention. "What're they doing?" "Gathering ammo." Mark observed. Sure enough, the blond onepicked up a pebble and happily whipped it at the squirrel. Hemissed completely, but Jennifer was still annoyed. "Those stupid little boys." she said. "Come on, Mark, let's gotalk to them." She stood and brushed the grass off her shorts. Markstood uncertainly next to her and followed her as she walked overto the boys. "What are you planning to do?" he asked. "I don't know. Talk to them?" Jennifer glanced back at Mark asshe walked. "Maybe you can use your power?" "I will if I need to." Jennifer thought about this, and decided he was probablyright. She could handle a couple of little kids by herself. Theblonde kid turned to look at them as they approached; his face wascovered with freckles, and his smile held a happy arrogance thatmade Jennifer instantaneously think he was a brat. "What are youdoing?" she demanded. "Foolin' around." he answered, and as if to emphasize it, hehurled a rock up at the squirrel. He turned back to them and grinnedwidely. "Stop that!" said Jennifer. "Stop throwing rocks at that poorsquirrel!" The child only sneered. "You ain't my mother." he told her, andthrew another rock. Jennifer felt the urge to smack the little brat. Mark spoke. "Why don't you throw rocks at your little friendinstead? And he can throw rocks back at you!" The child's eyesflickered blankly, and then he grinned and picked up a particularlybig rock. The dark-haired kid was running towards them withanother load of rocks. Jennifer hit Mark. Her fist connected with his shoulder, hardenough to hurt, and Mark turned to look at her, more surprised thanactually hurt. "Stop them." she told him, and although she didn't sayanything else, the threat in her eyes was perfectly clear. Stopthem, 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 ofyou. Don't throw them at anything. Find some nicer way to havefun." The kids stared at Mark and Jennifer for a moment, then theyboth grinned, and started to run off. "Wait!" called Jennifer. Bothkids stopped, and Jennifer walked over to the dark-haired one. Sheknelt down beside him. "I'm Jennifer." she said. "What's yourname?" 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 toturn away, but before he could, Jennifer threw her arms aroundhim and planted a kiss on his tiny lips. He pulled away quickly andran away from her. "Gross! Gross! Gross!" he howled. "She kissed you! She kissed you!" taunted the blonde. "Now yougotta 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 lowand cold. "They're just children. How dare you use your power onthem." He only nodded, his eyes holding hers. "Uh huh. Don't take themoral 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 Idid. Only difference, is that I had the power to do something aboutit." As Jennifer looked into his dark, unrepentant eyes, she wastorn by conflicting emotions. Half of her wanted to kick him rightin 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 allthe same with Mark, every time she talked to him. It was alwayshim with his power, and his lack of any scruples in using it.Jennifer knew she shouldn't be surprised anymore by what he saidand did, but it always managed to catch her unawares. She alwaysfell into the trap of thinking of him as a regular person,sometimes even as a friend. But he was not a regular person, andhe had no regard for other human beings. Including her. Jenniferfelt like something was ripping her in two inside. Mark must have seen it in her face, because his expressionimmediately became one of concern. "Are you all right, Jenny?What's wrong?" "You." she said simply. "You're wrong." And she turned andstarted to walk away. Her face felt like she was going to cry, butshe 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 havingthe power, I just use it without thinking. Look, Jennifer, would youstop?" "You'll never change." she said as she walked. She didn't lookat Mark, and was talking more to herself than to him. "You'llalways be Mark. Mark, with the power to have anything that hewants. Mark, who doesn't care about anyone." "Jennifer!" he said, and he stopped in front of her. She angledto go around him, but he put his arms around her. She felt herselfcaught in his embrace, and tried for a moment to resist. But it wasweak resistance, and after a moment, she let herself collapse inhis arms. Now's the time to cry, some distant part of her mindsaid. If you cry now, you'll hold him in your palm forever. Playgames of controlling Mark. But it all seemed pointless at themoment, and that made her feel more torn up than before. Shewondered 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 firstplace. Mark was speaking. "I know it seems like I don't care aboutanything... like I'm the worst person in the world. It's the way it'salways been for me, Jennifer. I had my power, and that power putme above everyone else. Try to understand how it is for me. I'venever had to play the game...all I ask for is mine. Life has alwaysbeen a joke for me. I can have anything I want. It...it just makes iteasy 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 hisshoulder. "I'll do whatever you want, with your power, but it won'tbe 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 yourquestions. But little kids don't count anymore, okay?" "You're changing, Mark." she said. It was only after she said itthat 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 donethings with Mark she would have never considered doing before. Itwas all very strange. They were both changing each other, and whoknew 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'tstand 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 herarms around him. "Life with you is an emotional roller coaster,Mark." she sighed. "I haven't had this many ups and downs since thefirst time I fell in love." Mark said nothing. They held each other for a moment longer, then Mark finallyloosened his hold on her. Jennifer pulled away, feeling happier, andfeeling even more displaced with the realization that she washappier. 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 overto Mcdonalds? It's right across the street. I'll treat." "Okay." said Jennifer. She checked her watch, and felt evenmore disoriented realizing how much time had passed. It wasindeed almost lunchtime, and she had gone running four hoursbefore. They went to Mcdonalds. Jennifer wasn't very surprised whenthe 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 isolatedbooth, and talked of very ordinary things. Mark told her he was abusiness major, a transfer student from a small college in Texas.He was majoring in business because he figured that with hispower, he could make a fortune in business and still look prettylegitimate. Jennifer in turn told him she was hoping to go to lawschool and become a lawyer. All in all, the conversation was verypedestrian, and they avoided any topics that concerned Mark'spower. Jennifer was surprised with how free Mark was being withinformation; it was safe to say that she learned more about him inthat conversation at Mcdonalds than from all their previousconversations. Afterwards, they walked back to the park area of the campus."Kiss one more person, Jennifer, and I'll let you go." Mark said asthey across the grass. "I don't understand you, Mark." Jennifer said. "Why do you likeit so much when I do things with other guys? Why don't you everwant me to do things with you?" "That's a question." he pointed out. "I'll answer it after youkiss 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 Idon't have you do things with me, is because it doesn't really meananything to me. I can have any woman I want, any time I want. Icould have Hilary Clinton if I really wanted her. Sex isn't reallythat big a deal for me." For some reason, this bothered Jennifer. "How many woman doyou 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 aguy?" She looked around, and saw a guy sitting on a bench, reading.He was in an overgrown area of the park, and Jennifer thought itwas likely that no one would see her if she kissed him. Plus, hewas 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 noddedhis assent. Jennifer started her stroll over, and once again felt thebubbling excitement in the pit of her stomach. The I-can't-believe-I'm-doing-this excitement. Finally, she reached the guy. He wasintently reading a calculus textbook, and didn't notice herapproach. "Hi." she said. He continued to read his book. "I'm Marcie." shecontinued uneasily. He still didn't notice her, and she stoodawkwardly, 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 hadmy walkman blasting." "That's all right." Jennifer said. She stared at the wirestrailing down into his sweatshirt. Assumedly, he had a walkmandown 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 grinnedagain. Jennifer liked his grin; it was very open and friendly. Notlike 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 youover here...and, well, I just want to kiss you. Can I?" Francisco looked surprised, but not unhappy. "You want to kissme?" Jennifer couldn't believe what she was saying, but theexcitement 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 toconvince him, she decided to just go for it. She craned forward andpressed her lips against his. He was hesitant at first, but rapidlygot into it, pressing back. His lips parted, and his tongue pushedinto her mouth. His arms enveloped her, and she was startled bythe 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 lastedlonger, and his hands slipped up and down her back, pushing herbody tight against his. His tongue once again slipped into hermouth, and this time she reciprocated, shyly darting her tongueagainst his. He smelled wonderful. Finally, they parted. Jennifer gasped again. "Still good?" heasked. 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 exposedskin. Jennifer felt a shiver creep through her, and she lifted herchin to give him easier access to her neck. "Oh, wow." she said. "More?" he asked. Jennifer was about to nod, but then athought occurred to her. Excitement spilled through her, and shecould hardly control her voice when she spoke. "All right...but Ihave 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 offher t-shirt and sports bra. Francisco stared in shock at herexposed breasts. Jennifer felt deliriously exposed, even thoughthey were in an isolated area of the campus and probably no oneelse could see her. Jennifer let Francisco eye her breasts for amoment, then she pulled her t-shirt back on, and dropped hersports bra in his lap. "You can keep this as hostage until I returnyour walkman, all right?" He gaped at her, nodded as he scrambledto pull out his walkman. Jennifer quickly had it set up. The walkman was tucked in theback of her shorts. The wires wound up under her t-shirt, thencame up disguised in her hair to the earphones in her ears. Markwould see nothing. Jennifer grinned. "I'll be right back." she said, and she turned and startedwalking towards where she had left Mark. He wasn't there, butmaterialized out of the trees as she neared. "You did it." he said. "I thought you were going to domore...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 mybody...but I can't make myself let him! I keep getting nervous. Couldyou...could you use your power? Tell me to do it? Please?" Mark arched an eyebrow. "You WANT me to use my power onyou? 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 heopened his mouth, and Jennifer could see his mouth moving. But atthat moment, she had snaked her hand behind her back, and pressedthe play button on the walkman, and her ears were bombarded withguitar. Mark finished speaking, and stood watching her. Jennifertook an evaluation of her mind. Nothing. His power hadn't worked onher. Jennifer smiled. She had figured it out. She had beaten hispower. Then she let her eyes appear to go vacant, and walked back towhere Francisco waited. She managed to conceal the walkman, andturned it off before she reached him. "What was that about?" heasked her. "I was talking to that guy...he's a friend of mine." Jenniferexplained as she sat beside him. "He was the one who dared me tokiss 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 hisFrancisco's waiting lips. They kissed fiercely, and this time,Francisco slid his hands under her t-shirt and slid them over herbreasts. Jennifer felt a tingle as his fingertips brushed her hardnipples, and felt herself start to get wet down below. At first histouch was tentative, but after she offered no objections, he beganto 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 herselfbe pushed down onto her back on the bench. Francisco lifted her t-shirt and took her left nipple in his mouth, letting his tongueplay along the hardened tip, making her gasp. She felt exposedagain, and thought about making him stop. But the pleasure was toomuch, and it felt so good to just lie back and let him kiss her. Shegasped again as he began to circle her nipple with his tongue; itwas a wonderful, hot, tickling sensation. She lost herself in thefeel 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'mafraid. Not here anyway." "Want to go to my room?" he asked. Jennifer considered it. "No." she finally said. "Maybe anothertime, but not right now." She sat up, letting her t-shirt fall backover her breasts. "Too bad." Francisco was grinning. "You almost made all myfantasies come true." "Mmm." said Jennifer, noticing the lump in the crotch of hisshorts. She touched it with her fingers, and watched the contentedexpression that passed over his face. She slid her fingers down thefront of his shorts, encountered the head of his penis. Enrapturedby the arousal on his face, Jennifer took his hard-on in her handand squeezed it lightly. "Ooh. That feels good." he sighed. Jennifer started to run herfingers over it, exploring it. She slipped up to the head, pressingher fingertip against the tiny hole at the tip, then ran her fingersdown the bottom of the shaft, circling around where it attached tothe rest of his body. He was fairly thick, and wondered what itwould feel like to have him inside of her. She started to stroke him, and he stifled a moan. Shecontinued 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 allalone here, and besides, I want to see what you look like." Shestarted to stroke harder, and he groaned. He stood, and she pulledhis engorged organ out from his shorts. It stood out straight fromhis body, a thick purple snout, and Jennifer stared at it as her handran up and down its length. She hadn't seen many penises in herlife, and was always amazed at how fleshy and lumpy they were.Not the perfect cylinders she always expected. He was dripping afew 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 ofsperm launched from his body and dropped onto the sidewalk. Shejust couldn't imagine being a guy, having an organ that you pulledand prodded and that finally granted you satisfaction by spurtingwhite syrup out of its hole. It was just too strange to think about. Francisco was breathing hard. Jennifer sat back onto thebench, and waited for him to get recomposed. She watched hisorgan droop. Finally, he pulled up his shorts again, and sat besideher. "Wow." he said. "You're unreal. Can I call you sometime?" She smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry...but maybe I'll seeyou 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 lastkiss. "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 seenMark. She felt the slickness between her legs, and dreamed of howFrancisco had kissed her, wishing they could have done more. Hehad been so nice, and hadn't treated her much like a slut eventhough she was pretty much acting like one. He had been slow andgentle, just the way Jennifer liked. She sighed happily, and waitedfor Mark to materialize. She waited, and he did not appear. She looked through the park. He was nowhere to be found. Markhad disappeared.

end of part 8

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