Controlling Jennifer XII: Love of God

        I think I'm in love with Mark, Jennifer thought to herself. It
 was bizarre, it was strange, it was completely wrong, but she
 thought it was the truth. She was in love with a man who could
 control her with just a few words. Who could control ANYONE with
 just a few words.
        And the weird thing was, she thought he was probably in love
 with her, too.
        Jennifer looked at Mark's profile as he drove. She couldn't
 imagine having that kind of power at her command. It would mean
 never having to worry about anything ever again. Money would
 mean nothing; you could have anything you wanted. Power wouldn't
 mean anything, either. With Mark's controlling, he had total power,
 over everything. He never had to put up with rude people, or police,
 or bureaucracy, or anything ordinary people had to put up with.
        What if he WAS in love with her? What did that mean?
        "Mark..." she said. "Can I ask you a favor?"
        "What?"
        "Can I have this car?" It wasn't the white one she had been in
 before, it was a new one, a black convertible. Very classy.
        Mark shrugged. "Okay." he said. "I can always just get a new
 one." And just like that, she had a car. Jennifer was amazed. It was
 so easy.
        "Wow." she said.
        "What?"
        "I'm just trying to imagine what it's like to have your power."
        Mark shrugged as he made a left turn. "Well, it makes things
 easier." he replied.
        That was an understatement, she thought. It not only made
 things easier, it made things other people spent years worrying
 about ridiculously simple. Getting a car became just a matter of a
 few words.The more she thought about what she could do with such
 a power, the more the whole thing excited her. Money was nothing
 to Mark, and if she was dating him, it would be nothing to her, too.
 If she saw something she wanted, all she had to do was ask for it
 and it would be hers. Anything.
        They were going to a nearby mall now; it was more or less
 their first real date. Actually, Jennifer had just wanted to find a
 place to talk; she would have been willing to go anywhere. But
 Mark insisted that they head to the mall, to a small restaurant he
 liked to go to, where he said it was quiet and pleasant and a good
 place to talk. He said he would answer whatever she asked there.
 Jennifer thought maybe this was a place he wanted to show her,
 like maybe his special place to go or something.
        Or maybe he wanted to show her his new car. Correction: HER
 new car. Jennifer ran her hand over the white leather armrest. She
 could hardly believe it. "Wow."
        "You keep saying that. What is it?"
        "I can't believe you just gave me a car." Not just a car, she
 thought, an EXPENSIVE car.
        She could feel Mark's grin at her back. "A car is nothing." he
 said. "I could give you a dozen cars."
        "That's all right." she said. "I only need one." Jennifer could
 imagine waking up in the morning, to find Mark outside with a
 whole parking lot full of new cars. It was just the kind of show-
 off thing he would do, too. The question was, would she be
 impressed?
        Well, yeah, of course she would. Just like if he showed up
 with ten diamond rings, one for each finger. Jennifer let her
 thoughts drift lazily in that direction, wondering what Darlene's
 reaction would be if Jennifer showed her ten brand new diamond
 rings. Or if a limo pulled up beside them, and it was Mark come to
 whisk her away on a surprise weekend to Tahiti.
        And what about school? Sure, she had told Mark to keep his
 power out of her grades, but then, the pressure was always high,
 and wouldn't it be nice to be able to call on Mark every so often, to
 make things a little easier on her? Like, get him to postpone a test
 or something. That wasn't really abusing his power was it? She
 would still have to take the test, just later...so it wasn't REALLY
 cheating. Just relieving the pressure of college. That wasn't so
 bad, was it?
        "You're kind of quiet." Mark said. "Anything wrong?"
        "No, everything's fine." she smiled at him. "Just thinking about
 things." She paused. "Mark, do you use your powers to make things
 easier for you? Like with college? Do you have your teachers give
 you straight A's?"
        She was surprised when Mark shook his head. "I used to at
 first." he admitted. "But after a while I realized that grades were
 more or less meaningless anyway, for me, except as ways to judge
 what I've learned. I mean, I transferred here by using my power on
 the admissions committee. I don't think they ever even looked at
 my grades." He paused as they turned right. "I'm really here to
 learn, not to get good grades."
        She shook her head. "I just can't imagine it." she said.
        "Imagine what?"
        "Having things so easy." she said. "I don't understand why
 you're even at college. You have everything you want now, don't
 you?"
        He gave her a half-smile. "Not everything." he said. "I thought
 about it, and I decided that it would be better if it looked like I
 made my money legitimately. If I just try and take everything with
 my power, down the line SOMEONE is going to get suspicious." His
 smile became a little tight. "And that's one of the things I worry
 about, that someday a bunch of scientists are going to catch me
 and dissect me to see how my power works."
        "Oh." said Jennifer. She hadn't thought of that; of course
 scientists would be interested in him. Most likely the government,
 too. A person with a power like Mark's would be a powerful tool in
 their hands. Or else they would kill him, because his power also
 made him dangerous to them. Jennifer shivered. She wondered
 again, whether she wanted to enter into Mark's world. It was a lot
 more complex than hers had been.
        Then again, she didn't know if she could leave his world. She
 didn't really want to. Mark reminded her of the main guy in a movie
 she had seen about gang members. He was like two people. One was
 the powerless Mark, the Mark who didn't know how to deal with
 people, the one she could easily  manipulate with a tear and a
 frown, if she wanted to. The other one was the powerful Mark, the
 controller, master of everything. Master of her, if he wanted.
 Which one did she love? Both, she admitted to herself. She
 certainly wouldn't love the powerful Mark without the other one,
 he would be a monster. The monster she had first taken him to be.
 And, when she thought about it, she probably wouldn't have fallen
 in love with the powerless Mark either. She found the whole power
 thing...intriguing.
        The whole thing blew her away, how she had hated Mark, and
 now she thought she loved him. Occasionally, she wondered if he
 had used his power, someway, to make her love him. But she
 always abandoned that idea. For one, the emotional roller coaster
 she had been going through was too genuine to be a result of his
 power. For another...well, she just didn't think he would do that. He
 could've done it from the beginning, if that was what he wanted.
        "Mark?"
        "Yeah?"
        "From the beginning, what did you want from me? And what
 do you want now?"
        He concentrated on his driving. "I really didn't know, in the
 beginning." he admitted. "I 'captured' you before I really thought
 about what I was going to do with you. I guess I thought I would
 use you to...um...sort of indulge my fantasies....but, well, it hasn't
 really turned out that way."
        She watched as they turned in to the mall parking lot. "You
 know, it's hard for me to forgive that." she remarked. It was true,
 she liked to forget his original intentions for her, it made it easier
 to forget the past. The more she remembered the first couple
 times she had seen him, the more she felt like she should just tell
 him to go away. She should...but didn't want to. "I mean, what you
 did to me in the beginning."
        Mark sighed. "Yeah. But actually, that's not really the truth
 either, I mean, what I said before. I wanted more from you than
 just someone to indulge my fantasies with. Look, wait until we get
 to the restaurant, all right? We can talk there."
        Jennifer didn't answer, she quickly lost herself in thought.
 She thought about the second time, with the limo and the fancy
 french restaurant. It would have been a really impressive first
 date, if it had been a date and if she had had a choice whether to go
 or not. He didn't have to go through all that glitz, not if she was
 just something to indulge his fantasies.
        Mark parked, and they walked in silence into the mall. The
 place was fairly crowded, but not overly so, and Jennifer followed
 Mark down the plastic walkways towards the restaurant. Finally,
 they reached the entrance to a dimly lit dining area. A sign in front
 read "Mark's Cafe." Jennifer looked at him curiously, and he
 shrugged.
        "My place." he said.
        A pretty young lady inside happily greeted Mark, and led them
 to what she said was "Mark's table." It was a small isolated area in
 the corner, and was bordered on two sides by a thriving green
 garden that provided an artificial out-doorsy atmosphere. The
 chairs were extra plush and soft, and Jennifer settled comfortably
 across from Mark. Once again, she fought off being impressed. Mark
 could surely do a thousand times better if he really wanted to; she
 had no reason, really, to be impressed. But, she was. Just a little.
        After ordering two large orange juices (Mark said the orange
 juice was especially good) he turned to her. "All right." he said.
 "Let's talk."
        When it finally began, Jennifer wasn't really sure how to get
 it started. She finally settled on an old question. "Why did you
 leave that Saturday?" she asked.
        Mark picked up his knife, and started poking his napkin
 glumly. "I don't know. I watched for awhile, and then...well, I don't
 know. It seemed like you were more with him than with me,
 anymore, so I kind of thought I would leave you two alone. It just
 seemed like you had forgotten about the game, you having too much
 fun with him. And then I kind of thought, about what you
 were...um...what I was turning you into. Or what you were becoming.
 I suppose I got attacked by a heavy dose of self-doubt, finally I
 just left."
        Jennifer waited to see if he was finished, then spoke quietly.
 "I came looking for you afterwards. I looked all over, but you were
 gone. I hadn't forgotten you." Well, that wasn't entirely true. She
 hadn't forgotten him, but she hadn't been exactly thinking about
 him, either. "I guess you were my excuse, Mark. If you wanted me
 to do something, I could do it, and enjoy it, and then just say I did
 it because of you. I guess it let me act like a slut."
        "You're not a slut, Jennifer." Mark said. She was surprised by
 the intense tenderness in his voice. "Just because you enjoy sex
 doesn't make you a slut, it just makes you a human."
        Jennifer sighed and touched his hand. It was sweet to say, but
 he didn't understand. "Thanks, Mark. But I AM a slut. After that
 saturday, I had sex with Francisco...he was the guy in the park. I
 didn't really enjoy it, I did it because I felt I had to. I kind of felt
 like he saw me as a slut, and I had to act that way. No, I can't
 continue the way I've been going with you. I'm changing too much."
        Mark was quiet for a moment. Finally, he spoke. "So, how are
 things going to go between us now? No more games of controlling
 Jennifer?"
        "Mark, do you love me?" Jennifer asked.
        Perhaps she meant to catch him off-guard, to base his
 emotions on his reaction. Whatever, it was the next question she
 most often asked herself, and she wanted to know the answer. She
 certainly got the surprise she had expected; Mark was momentarily
 struck dumb. She was afraid he would refuse to answer, and when
 he stopped to consider, she was afraid he didn't know.
        Finally he spoke. "Whatever I say..." he said slowly "I can
 always make you forget it later."
        Jennifer just nodded, waiting.
        Mark was silent for a moment longer, and then nodded
 slightly. "Yes, Jennifer. I think I do. I think I love you."
        Jennifer didn't know what she had expected, but when he
 answered yes, it took her completely by surprise. She didn't know
 how to react. But it seemed she didn't have to worry about that, a
 smile crept onto her face, and she said, "You do?"
        "Yes, I do." he said, eyeing her with trepidation.
        Jennifer leaned back, letting the smile blossom on her face.
 Wow, she thought to herself. He actually does love me. Even more,
 he admits it. She wondered what this was the start of. Whatever it
 was, she felt very, very good.
        "Well?" demanded Mark after a moment.
        "What?" she asked. She looked at him with glimmering eyes;
 he looked different now that she knew he loved her. More gentle,
 less threatening.
        "Well, do you love me?"
        Jennifer let a moment slip by, pretending to consider, not
 because she really had any doubts as to what the answer was, but
 just to make it look like she was still a little uncertain. A game of
 controlling Mark. "Yeah. As crazy as it seems, I think I might love
 you, too."
        "That is crazy." he said. But he didn't look unhappy. He looked
 like he wanted to hug her, and finally he did.
        "I know it's crazy." Jennifer whispered. "After all you've put
 me through..." She felt his hold tighten.
        "You enjoyed some of it, Jennifer, I know you did." he said. His
 hand tickled the hair at the back of her neck.
        "Some of it." she answered. She didn't know how long they
 would hold each other; Mark showed no signs of releasing her, and
 she didn't particularly want to be the one to break the contact. She
 liked the way Mark held her; he held her like he needed her.
        Finally, they split apart slightly. Jennifer felt a foolish smile
 drift onto her face despite all efforts to keep it away. Their faces
 stood close to each other. Mark wasn't looking at her eyes, but
 down at her lips. She thought it was funny, now that he had the
 chance to kiss her freely, that he acted so nervous about it. When
 he finally did bring his lips to hers and start to kiss her, it was a
 trembling, uncertain kiss. A kiss from the other Mark, the
 vulnerable powerless Mark, perhaps. Jennifer let it last like the
 hug, keeping her lips gently against his, until he pulled away from
 her.
        Impulsively, she hugged him again. "Wow." she said. "I've
 always wanted to have you kiss me like that, without your power
 or anything."
        Just then, the lady appeared with two glasses of orange juice.
 Jennifer accepted hers, and the lady took their order. Mark
 suggested the hamburgers; he said they were good, so Jennifer
 ordered one.
        The lady walked away, saying it would be as fast as possible.
 Mark told her to take her time, they were in no hurry. He turned
 back to Jennifer. "It's different." he said. "Without the power, I
 mean."
        "How?" she asked.
        "Just different. More mechanical. Your lips kiss me, but you
 yourself don't. Kind of like that."
        "Really?" It seemed to make sense. "Is that why you seemed
 disappointed, when I kissed you after the dance?"
        He nodded. "Yeah, that was why. Well, that was part of the
 reason, anyway." He didn't go on, and she didn't press the point.
        "Hmm..." she smiled. "So is sex the same way?"
        "Huh?"
        "Sex. Is it mechanical when you use your power? Would my body make love
to you, but I wouldn't?"
        He shrugged. "It's a very slight distinction." he said. "But yes,
 it's the same way."
        This brought another nagging question into her mind. "Have
 you used your power on a lot of women? To make them have sex
 with you, or whatever?"
        "Do you really want to know?" he asked.
        Jennifer thought a moment. "No." she finally admitted. "No, I
 don't think I want to know." Not now, anyhow, she thought to
 herself. Not while things seemed to be going well. Eventually, she
 would probably have to come to grips with Mark and how he used
 his power. But not yet.
        Then, Jennifer started wondering what it would be like. She
 didn't think she would notice the distinction between sex by
 control and actual sex. What if she noticed a guy that was
 particularly attractive to her? Would it be wrong to have Mark
 'suggest' to him that he be attracted to Jennifer, too?
        Yes, it would be! she answered herself. It would be exactly
 like what Mark had done to her when he had first used his power on
 her. She forced the thought out of her mind. It was tempting,
 yes...but it was wrong.
        "What are you thinking about?" Mark asked. Jennifer's mind
 raced for a moment, trying to decide whether to tell him or not.
 Finally, she decided, why not? If thus far was any indication, their
 relationship was going to be pretty interesting sexually anyhow.
        "I was thinking about sex." she said. "About whether it would
 be wrong for you to 'talk' a guy into being physically attracted to
 me."
        "If you wanted, I could have an entire military regiment have
 nothing more on their minds but pleasing you sexually, Jennifer."
 That thought, and the way he said it, so matter-of-factly, put a
 rush through her. She squeezed her legs together, rubbing her inner
 thighs against each other.
        "No." she said. "I decided it WOULD be wrong. I don't want you
 to do that."
        "It's not as wrong as you think, Jennifer. You can make it
 worth their while most times. With my power, I can make sex ten
 times better for the person I'm screwing. Believe me, sex is very
 satisfying for these people; they never leave unhappy."
        Jennifer shook her head. "It's still wrong." she insisted. "They
 don't have a choice in the matter."
        Mark just shrugged. "So?" he asked. "Is it wrong to make
 someone happy against their will? Sure, I might have fun with it,
 too, but that doesn't make it wrong."
        Jennifer was about to reply, when the lady came by with their
 hamburgers. "Here you go." she smiled as she sat the food down.
 "That'll be on the house, of course."
        "Fine, Terry." Mark smiled back. "How's work going?"
        "It's all right. It's always kind of empty this time of day."
 Terry had long brown hair in a braid, and pretty brown eyes with
 long eyelashes. She was dressed like a typical waitress, in a pink
 uniform that reminded Jennifer of the outfit the waitresses wore
 on the show 'Alice.' It was fairly tight on Terry, though, and
 showed off her curves. Jennifer wondered whether it was just
 coincidence that such an pretty lady would know Mark by name, or
 whether it was something more.
        She didn't have to wonder long. Mark spoke. "Well, would you
 like to take a break?" he asked. And at those words, a distant
 smile slipped onto Terry's face, and she started to unbutton her
 uniform.
        Jennifer turned to stare at Mark. "A mental suggestion I
 planted in her mind." He explained. "Whenever I ask that, it makes
 her want to have sex."
        Jennifer was about to protest, but Terry spoke up. "Yeah." she
 said, her breathing coming quick, and her voice content. "And I'm
 glad Mark's always here when I get into these moods...he never
 minds." Terry had finished undoing the buttons of her blouse, and
 she pulled it open. She was wearing a bra made out of some heavy
 fabric; her breasts were large and strained against the
 constraining material. Without even showing any consideration for
 the fact that they were in a restaurant, she slipped off the blouse,
 and popped the clasp on her bra. She slipped off the fabric. Her
 breasts heaved out of their restraints; they were large, with big
 nipples and indentions where the bra had pushed into her skin.
        "I don't believe you're making her do this." Jennifer said.
        "He's not making me do this." said Terry. "I want to! Mark
 always makes me feel so good." She gave him a shy smile, and
 started to slip out of her skirt.
        Jennifer glanced around, and realized no one could really see
 them where they were. She now knew why Mark's regular place was
 so isolated. When she looked back, Terry had added her skirt to the
 pile of clothes and without any hesitation, yanked off her panties.
 Her slit was camouflaged by coarse brown hair, but Jennifer could
 smell a musky scent of arousal emanating from it, and as she
 watched, she saw a bead of juice drip from Terry's pussy, hanging
 on a long line like a spider until it got pressed and rubbed between
 Terry's legs. Her panties joined the rest of the clothes.
        "Well, Jennifer?" asked Mark.
        "Make her put her clothes on and go away, Mark." Jennifer said.
 "Please, Mark."
        Terry's eyes widened, and she looked at Mark, biting her lip.
 "Mark..." she said, a pleading tone adding a tenor quality to her
 husky voice.
        "Terry..." said Mark. "Jennifer seems to dislike you. Why don't
 you try and change her mind? You'll receive the same pleasure from
 her body as you will from mine."
        "Mark, don't..." Jennifer warned, but even as she turned to face
 him, she felt a warm body sliding beside her. A warm naked body,
 Terry's body, and she could smell the arousal between Terry's legs.
 Terry leaned into Jennifer, but Jennifer just pulled away, pressing
 against Mark.
        "Mark, make her stop. Now. I'm not a lesbian." Jennifer
 commanded him.
        "What's the difference?" he asked. "A woman's mouth is just
 like a man's, isn't it? It can bring the same pleasure."
        "It's not the same." Jennifer insisted. Terry was trying to
 caress Jennifer's shoulder, but Jennifer kept pulling back, pressing
 herself against Mark's side. "Mark, NOW!"
        Mark sighed. "All right. Terry, stop." Terry stopped, and pulled
 away, her face crumpled in frustration. "Here's the way it's going
 to work. Terry, under the table." Jennifer perked up in surprise as
 Terry slid under the table. She turned to Mark, and only had a
 chance to see a glint in his eyes before she felt his mind extending
 control over hers. "Jennifer, you will forget that Terry is a girl,
 and you will unable to tell that Terry is a girl. You will only be
 aware of the part of her that is touching you. Her hand. Her lips
 maybe." Jennifer felt her awareness getting cut away, limited by
 Mark's power. And then, they were all alone. Just them. No one else.
        Their food had arrived, and Jennifer felt hungry. She realized
 she hadn't eaten anything when she had originally gone out to eat,
 with Fransisco. She picked up her hamburger and bit into it. Mark
 had been right; it was really good.
        "Good?" he asked. He had a smug grin on his face.
        "Yeah, really good. You were...ooh!" Jennifer cut off her
 sentence abruptly, as she realized a finger was slipping along her
 inner leg. She felt it slip up her thigh, into her shorts. It stroked
 against her smooth skin, just stopping from slipping into the leg
 hole of her panties. She was startled for a moment, before she
 remembered; someone was under the table. Just a finger. She
 opened her legs slightly to give the finger easier access.
        "I was right?" Mark grinned. "Good?"
        "Yeah." she gulped. "Good. Mark...who's under the table?" The
 finger was stroking Jennifer's pussy now, through the silk of her
 panties, rubbing against her lips. She could feel herself starting to
 get wet, her fluids beginning to permeate the fabric of her panties.
 The finger was joined by another, both swirling against her slit.
        "Don't worry about it." Mark said. "Just enjoy it while you're
 eating your hamburger." He winked. "This place gives you great
 service." Jennifer glanced at him, disturbed by the change she saw
 in him. She was with a different Mark now, not the open one she
 had come here with, but the controller. The over-confident one. The
 one with the grin. She was going to say something, but then the
 finger found her clit, and she sucked in her breath, tensing as the
 finger teased her pleasure button.
        Mark took his hamburger and started eating it, seemingly
 enjoying the show.
        "What's going on?" burst Jennifer, even as she leaned forward,
 pressing her pelvis into the probing hand. It slipped into her
 panties, and now she could feel the fingers directly against her
 vagina, probing into her slit. She gave up eating her hamburger, and
 leaned back closing her eyes, feeling the finger push inside her, as
 another finger moved in circles on her clit. She felt the sexual
 pleasure start to build. My god, she thought, Mark's going to make
 me orgasm in the middle of the restaurant. The thought of this only
 thrilled her more, and when the hand extracted itself and started
 to pull on the waist of her shorts, Jennifer obliged by closing her
 legs and letting the hands slide her shorts and panties down her
 legs. Jennifer felt the seat against the bare flesh of her backside.
 Then the hands started teasing her pussy again, and she slid
 forward and spread her legs to give them better access.
        As she enjoyed the probing between her legs, her eyes fell on
 the clothes to the side. A woman's clothes. Terry's clothes. She
 remembered Terry, but where had she gone? The way Mark was
 acting, he was using his power. He was making her forget Terry.
 Terry was under the table. That had to be it. The fingers playing
 with her belonged to...a woman.
        The knowledge almost quenched Jennifer's sexual heat, but
 then she felt a hot mouth against her pussy, a soft tongue probing
 her. And it didn't matter anymore. Jennifer had never engaged in
 oral sex before, either receiving or giving, and it was an amazing
 sensation. It slipped into crevices fingers couldn't reach, and when
 the tongue slid into her, she gasped. Lips pressed against the
 swollen lips of her slit, and then the tongue moved onto her clit,
 slipping under the hood and licking her with such an intensity that
 she almost cried out. I'm close, Jennifer thought. Very close. And
 then the tongue slid over her, from top to bottom, ending on her
 clit, and that pushed her over.
        She had had bigger orgasms, and this one was snuffed as soon
 as it broke through that it had been Terry that had brought her to
 the climax. She still wasn't sure about having another woman
 administer to her body, although she admitted it wasn't that
 different. It was just the thought of it.
        "How was it?" asked Mark.
        "Good." she said. She leaned back flushed. I should pull on my
 shorts, she thought, but it was too much effort. Besides, she didn't
 really care. No one could see her but Mark, anyway. Mark and Terry.
        "Terry, why don't you come up here?" said Mark, smiling at
 Jennifer. Terry popped up next to Mark, still naked. Mark grinned at
 Jennifer, but this faded to disappointment when she failed to
 react.
        "You don't seem surprised that you just got brought off by a
 woman." he said, his voice holding a trace of annoyance.
        "Oh, I could tell." she said, secretly liking his disappointment.
 "Woman do it differently." Jennifer noticed Terry was also flushed
 and sweating. Mark absent-mindedly dropped his hand between
 Terry's legs and started bringing her to her own climax. Jennifer
 noticed that he barely touched her, but it seemed to be doing the
 trick.
        "How would you know?" he asked. He continued to tap on
 Terry's slit, and finally she fell into a shuddering climax. Mark
 pulled his hand back and ignored her.
        Jennifer took his other hand, and pulled it between her legs.
 "Guys just feel different." she smiled. Mark disappointed her by
 pulling his hand back, but then he kissed her on the cheek, and she
 felt better.
        Terry got dressed. "Why don't you get dressed, too, Jen?" Mark
 prompted. "So we can leave." Jennifer noticed he had finished his
 hamburger, probably while she had been approaching her orgasm.
        "We can't leave yet." she insisted. "I haven't eaten my
 hamburger." She noticed Terry waving as she walked away, and
 Jennifer waved back. Mark was watching her as she started eating
 her hamburger again. She looked at him between bites. "Why don't
 you make yourself useful?" she said, her eyes shining with
 mischief.
        "How?" he asked.
        In answer, she took his hand and put it between her legs
 again. "Show me the difference between a girl and a guy." she said.
 She pressed his fingers against her wet slit.
        He tried to pull his hand back again. "There is no difference."
 he told her. "Hands are the same." Jennifer held his hand tightly
 against her.
        "Well, then, do to me the same thing you did to Terry. Make me
 shudder. Make me so hot that I have to put down my hamburger."
 She took another bite of the burger. It WAS pretty good.
        Mark's hand lay limply against her vagina, and then he started
 making some clumsy motions with his fingers. His hand lacked
 experience, something that surprised her, and he was completely
 missing her pleasure points. By the time Jennifer was finishing off
 her hamburger, she wasn't even close to any sort of orgasm. She
 just felt frustrated.
        "Mark...come on." She said, rubbing the back of his hand. "Touch
 me like you did Terry." He had brought Terry off in less than a
 minute. But his fingers stopped their movement, and when she
 looked at him, he seemed downcast.
        "Jennifer..." he said "the only reason Terry got off so fast was
 that I have a suggestion in her mind that if I just touch her pussy,
 it'll bring her to orgasm. To be honest, Jennifer....that's really the
 only way I've ever satisfied women. With my power. I'm really not
 sure how else to do it."
        She stared at him. "Seriously?"
        Mark nodded. "Seriously. I can give you the most mind-blowing
 orgasms you'll ever have in your life with my power...but I'm not
 really sure how else to do it. I've never really worried about that
 before."
        Jennifer still held his hand between her legs, but now she
 actually clasped his hand in hers. "But I don't want you to use your
 power. I want you to do it yourself." she said. She suppressed a
 smile. So Mark, despite his previous experience, was a lot like a
 virgin. He knew how to please himself, but not another.
        That's all right, she thought. I'll teach him how. And she did
 smile. She reached under the table to get her shorts. "Let's get
 ready to go." she said.

To be continued

Danny Reinker wrote this.
This story is fictional.
Oxy does not support the writing of this story, but they support
my freedom to do so.
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