From: cybill@pacbell.net   
      
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   CHAPTER 4   
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   KENT FALLS   
   KENT, CT   
   MAY 28, 1997   
   WEDNESDAY - 7:30 AM   
      
   "Wow, Jennifer, look at this one!"   
      
   I watched as Mark adjusted his camera angle and was delighted   
   with the picture he captured.   
      
   "Oh, yeah! That waterfall is spectacular. I'm so glad you were able   
   to come out today." I looked up at him adoringly.   
      
   "Sure, what are friends for? I love hanging out with you, Jenn." He   
   gripped my shoulder and we made our way through the picnic   
   tables and continued on into the brush.   
      
   I steered him off to the right as we took in the rays from the sun   
   on   
   such a beautiful day. "How about here? It's quiet and no one will   
   see us from the beaten path," I said timidly.   
      
   He looked at me with a tilt to his head, looking as if he did not   
   quite understand my reasons, but not really caring. "Doesn't matter   
   to me. I can't wait to eat. I skipped breakfast."   
      
   "Me too, I didn't want the food from Fife & Drum to go to waste.   
   You know how the portions are so large and all." I set out the thin   
   blanket and kicked off a shoe to hold each side down.   
      
   He smiled and kicked off his own running shoes and plopped   
   down. I sat down and opened the large backpack-style picnic   
   basket.   
      
   "Damn, Jenn, you've got a ton of food in there. It didn't feel that   
   heavy when I was carrying it."   
      
   "That's because you're a big, strong man," I said, stroking his ego.   
   I   
   tipped my head, hoping I looked sexy as I pulled out the steaming   
   box holding the turkey. "You know, this is kind of a special day for   
   us, Mark."   
      
   His eyebrows knit together. "How's that, Jenn?"   
      
   I pulled out the small loaf of homemade bread and the carving   
   knife I packed from home. The blade nicked my thumb as I   
   removed it from its casing. "Ouch, shit!" I hollered as I stuck my   
   thumb into my mouth.   
      
   "Be careful, Jenn. That knife is really sharp. How deep is the cut?"   
   he asked in a worried tone.   
      
   I pulled my wet thumb out of my mouth. "Just a small cut. I have a   
   band-aid right here," I informed him as I opened the small pocket   
   of the backpack.   
      
   He offered to help me put it on and I wasn't going to say no. I was   
   easily getting lost in the way his hair fell over his forehead and   
   the   
   sweat that trickled down the side of his neck. I involuntarily   
   licked   
   my lips.   
      
   "As I was saying, this is a special day for us, because it's been   
   one   
   year since we first met," I reminded him. I looked up and smiled at   
   him. Mark Johnson was the sweetest, most handsome man I'd ever   
   met in my entire life. Our lunch was so much more than just a   
   celebration. I wanted Mark, and I wanted him to know how much I   
   truly cared for him, as more than friends.   
      
   He grinned in reply. "Well what are we waiting for?  Let's eat."   
      
   I nodded and dished out the meal. We ate in companionable silence   
   for a while, just enjoying the view of the falls and the trees on   
   such   
   a blue-sky day. The meal was amazing. The thick, homemade   
   bread slathered with warm turkey and mustard tasted heavenly to   
   both of us.   
      
   After we finished the meal and the sun was beginning to set, I   
   approached him with the real reason I brought him out there.   
   "Mark, what would you say if I told you that I cared for you?"   
      
   He looked at me nervously and then smiled. He must have   
   remembered that it was all right; we'd been best friends for the   
   last   
   year.   "I care for you too, Jenn," he finally replied.   
      
   I took that to mean 'other than friendship'. I was in excellent   
   shape   
   and strong for my size. I toppled his form to the ground, my mouth   
   covering his. At first, he didn't know what to do. My hand came   
   down and skipped underneath his running shorts to stroke his dick   
   in maddening swipes.   
      
   "Jenn, we shouldn't be doing this," he warned as he pulled away   
   from my lips.   
      
   I didn't listen. I moved my mouth from his and pulled down his   
   shorts taking his dick into my hot mouth. I did it so quickly, he   
   had   
   no time to push me away. As I sucked on him, I shimmied out of   
   my own elastic-waist shorts and kicked them off.   
      
   "Jenn, we can't," he tried to protest.   
      
   I sat on his lap and shoved his length into my hot center.   
      
   He groaned and laid back as I pumped up and down over him.   
      
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   I knew it was wrong and that it would change our relationship   
   forever, and probably not for the better. However, at the moment, I   
   couldn't fathom telling her to stop in my lust-induced haze. Girl or   
   no, it felt fantastic having her core around my cock.   
      
   "Shut up and enjoy this," she said with slight irritation,   
   continuing   
   her movements until I was moaning and out of control. She   
   hunkered down and ground her pelvis into mine. She was a   
   Jennifer I didn't know; wanton, out of control, and just a bit scary.   
      
   I screamed out as my orgasm overtook me.   
      
   She yelled her own pleasure right on the heels of mine. Once   
   finished she fell atop me and hugged me fiercely. "Happy   
   Anniversary," she said in a mushy tone.   
      
   Oh no. It was exactly what I didn't want. I'd hoped it was a one-   
   off.   
   Shit. I had to get out of this. Somehow, I had to make her   
   understand that we could never be an item. I wasn't interested in   
   her like that. Hell, if I were honest with her, I'd tell her that I   
   wasn't   
   exactly all that interested in women all together. They served a   
   need in me for companionship but that was it. There was nothing   
   special about women to me in the romantic sense. Now that guy,   
   Jack that I met the other night was a sight for sore eyes. He made   
   women look like hags in comparison.   
      
   "Jenn, this can't happen again," I said, trying to lift her off of   
   my   
   cock, but she wasn't budging.   
      
   "What do you mean, Mark?" She tipped her chin onto my chest   
   and looked into my eyes.  She really was clueless.   
      
   "Jenn, there's something you don't know about me. I'm sorry I   
   didn't tell you before."   
      
   "You have a, a girlfriend?" she muttered, the tears already pricking   
   her eyes. I could see the anger starting to rage within her. This   
   was   
   exactly why girls were too much trouble.   
      
   "No, Jenn. I'm not interested in girls that way. I'm gay," I said   
   with   
   finality, biting the bullet, and just telling her.   
      
   "That's bullshit! You just don't want to be with me! If you were   
   gay, then how did I just fuck you right now?" she screamed. She   
   lifted up but didn't disengage from my lower body. We were still   
   stuck together.   
      
   "Jenn, it's the truth. Enough stimulation and anyone gets hot; but   
   my head wants a guy."   
      
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   My head turned from side to side looking for something, anything   
   to make him feel as mortified as I did. The knife's blade glinted   
   off   
   the side of the backpack, easily in reach.   
      
   "I'm not lying to you, Jenn," he continued. "Really. You're a sweet   
   girl."   
      
   I couldn't bear it. Why didn't he just shut-up! A sweet girl? Who   
   was he fucking kidding? I'd show him a sweet girl. My cold hand   
   found the handle to the knife and slipped it behind my back.  Rage   
   coursed through me, out of control.   
      
   "How dare you lead me on? You just want someone else!  Some   
   other girl who's prettier than me! That's what this is. I'm not good   
   enough for you, eh. I'm so undesirable that you have to lie and say   
      
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