The Boo Lover

"Would you look at that?" Anne said to her husband.

"What?" Harold asked, looking up from his tumbler of whiskey towards his wife, who was sipping at her glass of wine. He really didn't like always being early to events like this, but he had to admit she was right about one thing. It was good to get an early start on the drinking before a family event.

She nodded towards the front window of the restaurant. It was her real reason for coming early, she liked to watch the people arrive and sense their moods before they put on the façade they would wear in front of everyone else.

He looked out and thought he saw Tom walking towards the restaurant and wondered why Jessie wasn't with him, but then realized it wasn't Tom. He was too tall, and definitely too ripped to have been Tom.

"Who's that?" He asked.

"Derek," Anne replied. "Tom's older brother."

"Okay," Harold said, a little perplexed, "and why are you pointing him out?"

"Just look at him," she replied with a smile. "Don't you think that's what Tom ought to look like? Look at those broad shoulders and that chest, and that lovely taper down to his..."

"Calm down, woman," he said with a chuckle. "I think he's a little young for you."

"I don't know," she said, "he's not that much younger than that couple we picked up in Vegas."

"Yeah," he said with a smile, "but that was more about the wife wanting a piece of me, don't you think?"

"Yeah right," she said. "As if."

"Well, she certainly didn't complain about the piece she got, I can tell you that."

"Nothing like what I gave her husband, I can promise you that. He would have followed me into the pits of hell after I was through with him."

Harold paused for a moment.

"Still, you shouldn't go there," he said nodding towards Derek, "It's probably best that you not let anyone in Tom's family know about the nature of our relationship, don't you think?"

"Yeah," she said, "you're right. A girl can dream though, can't she?"

About the time Derek arrived at the front door, it was Harold's turn to point someone out.

"Look at that," he said with a nod, pointing to a lovely redhead walking with her arm around a guy carrying a big pink box. "Damn she's hot!"

She was wearing a summer dress with spaghetti straps. It fit tight around her top half, accentuating a lovely set of tits, was gathered around her waist showing how thin she was, and flared out over her hips and cascaded downwards, not quite to mid thigh. He had been so focused on her body that he hadn't taken a closer look at her face or he might have realized his mistake.

Anne swatted him hard on the arm.

"What?" He exclaimed. He was thinking that what was good for the gander should be good for the goose as well.

"So it's not okay for me to lust after Tom's brother," Anne declared, "but it is okay for you to lust after your stepdaughter?"

Oh shit!

But that simply couldn't be Jessie could it?

"When in the hell has Jessie ever dressed like that?" He said in his own defense.

"She hasn't," Anne admitted. "Not that I've ever seen. Goddamn! Look at her. Tell me what you see?"

Harold was a little nervous about answering that one.

"A very pretty girl and her significant other?"

"No," Anne said to him, "look closer. You've seen that look before on a lot of women. You know what it means."

Ahh, he did know that look. It was the very satisfied look of a woman who had just been well fucked. But he didn't quite know how to say that to his wife about her daughter.

"Ummm," he stammered nervously.

"So you do see it," she said with a smile. "When was the last time you've seen that look on her?"

"Never?" Harold confessed.

"Exactly," Anne replied. "Good for Tom. Maybe he's finally figured out how to give her what she needs."

Harold had to admit, they always seemed like a sexless couple. He never understood how a guy could have a girl that hot and not want to be fucking her all the time. It made it really hard for him to respect Tom even though he was a smart mother fucker who seemed to treat Jessie so well.

"You know," Anne said with a smile, nodding towards Derek as he made his way to the table, "now that I've seen the potential for what he could look like, Tom's really not such a bad looking guy, is he?"

"Down woman, down," he replied with a grin.

"Can I help you miss?" The man at the podium in the front of the restaurant asked her.

Jessie simply could not stop herself from staring.

The host standing at the podium was new. She had never seen him before even though she and Tom frequented this restaurant all the time.

But that was not why she was staring.

This stranger looked almost exactly like Hamid, the man from the book whose cock she had just sucked. This simply couldn't be possible. She found herself unable to even speak from the shock of seeing him. It seemed impossible that this could be a coincidence.

There were some differences between this man and Hamid. The host's skin was not dark like Hamid and his hair was a sandy blonde instead of black like Hamid. But nearly everything else about him was the same, including his height and build, his hair style and even the neatly trimmed goatee.

Tom sensed the awkwardness of Jessie's newfound inability to speak and jumped in.

"Yeah," he said, "we're here for Jessie Murray's birthday dinner. I made arrangements earlier in the week?"

"Ah, yes," the man said to him. "You must be Tom."

He turned back to Jessie.

"Happy birthday Jessie," he said. "Please be assured we will do everything we can to make your birthday dinner the best it can be."

Jessie continued to be stunned. Even the man's voice reminded her of Hamid from the book. He was also brand new at the restaurant and yet seemed to know their names and the details of why they were here. This kind of familiarity rarely happened even with hosts who had been at a job for years. The man looked back at Tom, still carrying the large box with the cake in it.

"Is that the cake you wanted served for dessert?"

"Yeah," Tom replied, "what should I do with it?"

The man stepped out from behind the podium and took the box from Tom and walked over to set it on the bar just behind the entrance.

"I'll have someone pick it up and have it ready for you when dessert is served."

The Hamid doppelgänger looked Jessie in the eye and smiled at her as he walked back towards the podium. She felt electricity shooting down her spine. That was the smile Hamid had made as he looked down at her while she was sucking his cock. Without even thinking she looked down at the host's crotch. Hamid had a very large appendage. She wondered if she could see a telltale bulge in his trousers to indicate that he also matched Hamid in that department. When she looked back up, she could tell he knew what she had been looking at. His smile turned into a smirk.

"If you'll follow me, I'll take you to the others," he said turning into the main seating section.

"Oh, we're not the first ones to arrive?" Tom asked.

"No," the man said. "Anne and Harold have been here for some time now. Derek arrived just moments before you did."

Jessie was surprised that he seemed to recall everyone's names so easily. He had a very confident, yet relaxed way of carrying himself. It somehow seemed like he had already become your very best friend. Jess didn't feel at all at ease, however. It wasn't long ago that she'd been deep throating the cock of a man who looked almost exactly like him. That had only been some sort of vision, but it still felt incredibly real to her.

They arrived at the table, but before they could sit down, Jessie spoke to the host. She knew she had to get a moment alone with him. She just

had

to.

"Excuse me," she asked him, "could you please show me the way to the restrooms?"

This got a funny look from both Tom and her mother. They'd all eaten at this restaurant many times. It was one of their favorite places. She didn't need anyone to show her to the restrooms.

It didn't matter to her.

She

needed

to speak to him. She'd come up with some excuse to tell them if they asked her about it.

"Certainly, Miss," he said to her and led her back towards the bar.

She followed him. She found herself staring at his ass while he led the way, she just couldn't stop herself. In her trip into the book, she hadn't seen Hamid's ass, but she had felt it and it felt incredible. The ass she was staring at looked just as incredible.

Then she realized she'd been caught. The host was looking back at her over his shoulder and smiling. She quickly looked away from his ass, but she knew that he was aware she'd been staring at it. She blushed a deep shade of red, knowing it would show brightly on her face because of her fair complexion.

"It's okay miss," he reassured her, "I really don't mind you checking me out. I'm quite flattered actually."

"I wasn't..."

She stopped what she was going to say. They both knew she was lying. There was no point in pretending. But she had the moment alone with him she'd been looking for.

"Pardon me for asking," she said, "but do I know you from somewhere?"

"I'm sure it's possible," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "I do get around quite a bit, although I'm sure I would never forget meeting a girl as beautiful as you."

"Hmm," she replied, "it's funny how sometimes you could just swear you know somebody, right?"

"Happens to me all the time," he agreed.

Ethan made his way back towards the bar to get the cake that Tom had brought.

He hadn't lied to Jessie. He

was

sure he would never forget having met someone as beautiful as her. He most definitely had not forgotten her. He knew he couldn't

ever

forget her.

And yet, she seemed to only vaguely recognize him. He struggled to understand how she could have possibly forgotten. She had etched herself into his memories forever.

He picked up the cake and took it back into the kitchen, then found a quiet place where he could stop and think.

It didn't seem possible that it was a coincidence that he had volunteered to help out his friend Omar, who needed someone to fill in as host at this restaurant, on the very night that Jessie was celebrating her birthday party there.

He had felt her pull on him. He

always

felt her pull on him since he had first met her, no matter where he went. It had become almost unbearably strong earlier that afternoon. For years it had just been a slight tug on his consciousness, moving him slowly and inexorably East. But that afternoon it had felt like he was playing tug of war with an elephant.

He'd called Omar to see if there was someplace he could work for a while to keep himself distracted, and that's how he ended up in the restaurant where she was having dinner for her birthday.

Ethan knew what was planned for the dinner that night. Tom had left specific instructions, along with a little jewelry box with an engagement ring inside, that was supposed to be brought out with the cake. When he was informed of the instructions Tom had left, he hadn't known that it was

the

Jessie that the party was planned for. It wasn't until she stepped into the restaurant that he knew it was her.

He knew as soon as he saw her that Tom had taken

really

good care of her that afternoon. He couldn't resist the urge to peer into her memories and could feel the ecstasy she felt. It was an ecstasy that had been avoiding him for years now.

He'd hoped, when he felt how strong her pull had become, that it meant that maybe he could be together with her again, a hope amplified by her showing up at the restaurant. But the pull had likely been caused simply because of her pleasure with the man who wanted to become her husband.

As much as he wanted her, he knew he had no place interrupting that. Perhaps things wouldn't work out between her and Tom and he could get another chance, but unless that happened, Ethan knew he needed to get as far away as possible, yet again.

"Can't say that I disagree with your taste," Anne said to Jessie as they stood side by side at the sink in the bathroom, washing their hands. "Although maybe a little old for you."

Anne had come into the restroom a few moments behind Jessie, but it was the first chance they had to say anything to each other.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jessie replied, completely taken aback by a statement that made no sense to her.

"I mean, hell, I had been trying to think of a way I could follow him somewhere," her mom continued, "although I hadn't thought about using bullshit like needing to know where the restrooms were in a restaurant you've been in dozens of times."

Of course Jessie knew she'd been caught. She hadn't really thought about the excuse she could tell someone if they asked about that. It wouldn't have helped. Her mom would have known it was bullshit anyway.

"Oh, that," she said, "I just could have sworn I'd seen him somewhere before, so I wanted to ask him if we'd met."

Her mom just laughed.

"Uh, huh," she said, "and did you think a good hard look at his ass would help jog your memory?"

Damn!

How had her mom noticed that?

Well, she was VP of sales for a global pharmaceuticals company, which meant she was good at reading people.

Anne laughed again.

"Jesus Jessie, you don't need to get all defensive about it. It's okay to check a guy out, especially when he looks like that guy! I'm just surprised, is all. I can't remember you ever wanting to check anyone out before. Does it have to do with the fact that Tom seems to have finally taken good care of your needs this afternoon?"

"Mom!" Jessie exclaimed, wondering if the fact she'd finally discovered what sex was supposed to feel like was really that obvious or if it was simply due to her mom's ability to read people.

"What?" Her mom declared. "You can't blame a woman for wanting her daughter to be happy can you? And I must say, this is the happiest I think I've ever seen you. You're almost glowing. Good sex will do that for a woman. Glad your finally getting some."

"Mom!" She exclaimed again, embarrassed to be having this conversation in a public restroom, but unsure of what else to say.

Her mom smiled and swatted her ass lightly on the way out of the bathroom.

They returned to the table together to find that all the guests had arrived. Tom's two brothers were there, his older brother Derek and his younger brother Matt. Jessie's Aunt Karen, who was Anne's oldest sister, and her second husband Roger were also there, bringing the group total to eight people.

There were two seats open, one across from Tom where Anne was sitting, and the other between Tom and Matt, directly across from Harold where Jessie was to sit.

Jessie pulled her chair out and discovered that Tom had already taken her silverware out and dropped her napkin onto her chair. She leaned down to pick up the napkin, and as she straightened back up, she saw Harold quickly looking away from her. She recognized that response. It was the same one she'd had when caught looking at the host's ass.

Was Harold trying to get a peek down the front of her dress when she'd bent over?

Why did the thought of that actually make her feel excited?

Did Harold notice the same changes in her that her mom had noticed? Is that why he was checking her out? Or maybe he had always checked her out, and she'd just never noticed it before? She made a mental note to keep an eye on that as the evening progressed as she sat down.

"The birthday girl is finally back," Karen said excitedly, "Happy Birthday Jessie! You're 25 now, right?"

"Thanks Aunt Karen, and yes, I'm 25 today."

This started a round of birthday wishes from everyone at the table, which was interrupted by the waiter coming to take drink orders.

Once the drink orders were taken, it was Roger that spoke up.

"So," he asked, "is Trump actually going to run for president next year?"

"Oh god I hope not," Anne said quickly.

"Oh c'mon," Roger said in response. "He's got to be a lot better than Obama."

And so it started.

Roger loved to start political discussions, which usually got quite heated as there were a lot of different opinions in the family and everyone was pretty passionate about their opinions, which tended to land on opposite ends of the political spectrum.

Jessie had been hoping it wouldn't happen at her birthday dinner, but alas. Roger always liked to stir things up. She was glad when the waiter came back to the table with baskets of bread. She loved the bread at this restaurant. It would give her a distraction from the political discussion she wasn't in the mood to have.

She grabbed a slice of bread and then looked for some butter. There was some over in front of Matt. She almost reached over to get it. But then she spotted some across on the other side of the table, and it gave her a devious little thought. She'd been curious about Harold apparently trying to look down her dress. This would give her a chance to investigate that a little more.

She lifted herself out of her chair and leaned way forward to reach the butter over to the right of Harold, in front of Roger. She knew very well this would give Harold an even better chance at staring down into the cleavage exposed by her summer dress. She wanted to see if this would get his attention.

It did.

Just as she grabbed the butter, she looked up at him and caught him staring down the top of her dress. Rather than looking away at being caught, he simply smiled at her. She smiled back and hesitated for just a moment before sitting back down. It caused her to feel a tingling sensation deep down in her nether regions.

What the hell was she doing?

Harold was her stepfather. She had never much cared for him. Why had she intentionally tried to show him some cleavage? Even more importantly, why was she feeling excited about having done it and having caused him to take a peek down her dress?

She found herself unable to resist the urge to check him out. She suddenly understood why her mom would be attracted to him. He was indeed very handsome. His hair and face showed the signs of his age, but overall he looked

really

good for a man in his late fifties. His shoulders were broad and his arms were large. He carried himself as a man very aware of his strength, which Jessie knew to be considerable.

Shit!

She had been so focused on examining Harold that she didn't realize he was watching her checking him out. His eyes caught hers and he smiled at her again. She could already feel her emotions starting to spiral out of control. She needed a distraction, but still didn't feel like joining in the political discussion taking place at the table.

Thankfully Derek, Tom's older brother, seemed to tire of the political discussion taking place as well, and made an attempt to change the subject.

"So how is everyone doing?" He asked. "We all know how much James was loved in your family. Are you guys holding up okay?"

If it was a tactic to change the topic of conversation, it was a brilliant one. How could they not shift to a discussion of Gramps and what he meant to them?

While everyone began telling stories of Gramps, Jessie found herself repeatedly turning her gaze in the direction of Harold. Often she found he was already looking in her direction.

God, Harold really was good looking! And he seemed so incredibly strong. She couldn't help but wonder how good it would feel to be held by those strong arms of his. She knew she shouldn't be having such thoughts, but the whole idea of physical attraction was very new to her. She was inexperienced at holding such thoughts at bay since she'd never really had them before.

She felt her nipples harden in her dress. The next time she looked at him, she noticed he was staring at her chest. They smiled at each other as Jessie wondered just how visible her hardening nipples were. Harold must have noticed something or he probably wouldn't have been looking there.