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Things Not Made To Open - 33 by scryier
I didn't want to go to Staten Island. I didn't feel I had a choice. Jennifer was a better game player than I was and any choice that was mine, she had successfully eliminated. I realized this on my way to her house and the closer I got to her humble home, the angrier I grew. By the time I parked the car, however; I had decided to play into her hands.
Jennifer opened the door. I walked into the house and put my arms around her. I kissed her long and hard and held her for a moment.
"God, how I've missed you," I said.
"You're not angry?"
"I think I love you too much to be angry."
We kissed again, only this time it was her doing.
"Let's go into the bedroom," I said and I let her lead me in. She sat up on the bed and I sat on the edge. I was being very affectionate.
"Actually, I couldn't be happier," I said. "Your being pregnant has opened my eyes."
"I love you," she said and we were kissing again. We kissed on the mouth and then I kissed her on the neck. I slowly undid the buttons of her shirt and kissed her all over her belly. I slid off her braugh and worked long and lovingly on her breasts. She kept wanting to say something, but every time she opened her mouth, I covered it with mine. I had a feeling about what she was going to say and while I didn't think she would be so easy to snow, there was no way she was saying anything until I had her completely undressed.
"Please," she said as I began to partake in her favorite pass time.
"Promise me you won't hate me."
"I could never hate someone I love so much, Jennifer."
"I lied. I just said I was pregnant to get you over here."
"I knew that," I said and kissed her again. "I'm glad you did it."
"I love you, Ben," she said. "I really love you."
I bent forward and kissed her down to her thighs. I teased her; taunted her and then I stood up from the bed and walked towards the bedroom door.
"What are you doing?"
I stopped, turned around and looked at her. "Do you still have that vibrator I bought you?"
She grinned. "You know I do."
"Good," I said. "Now you can go **** yourself with it."
It was the cruelest thing I ever did to anyone, but it had to end. I was never going to be the person she wanted to make of me. If it couldn't end with love, then it was going to end with hate. I was really beginning to hate the girl. I intended to make her feel the same.
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