The Boo Lover

Author's Note:

Sorry this one took so long to get out. it will be slow going from here on out. I know where the story is going, but everything is new from this point on, and I find myself with limited time available to write. I do intend to finish. I'm only anticipating 2 or 3 more chapters and an epilogue.

He stood in the airport, waiting for her arrival. He had been waiting for this moment for twelve years. He remembered the time he had chased across the city of Paris, desperately trying to make it to the airport before she flew away, only to get there when it was too late.

And now he was at an airport once again, only this time he was waiting for her arrival, an arrival anticipated for a long time.

She was, finally, coming

for

him. It was a moment he had hoped for ever since that night of her homecoming dance, although for most of that time it was a goal he felt would never be achieved. But it was finally happening, and he could hardly stand the anticipation. She would be his for three straight nights.

He knew these would be the best three days of his life, spending his days at the grand opening of his own restaurant and his nights in bed with the most incredible woman he had ever met.

He watched as she finally walked out from the secured area of the airport.

God, she looked fantastic, wearing a tank top that left several inches of exposed midriff above a pair of light blue yoga pants that left little to the imagination. She began scanning the area, searching for him. When she finally spotted him, her whole face lit up in excitement and she immediately ran to him.

Just as she was about to wrap her arms around him, he stopped her.

"I don't think that's such a great idea here in public," he said to her, aware of how intense physical contact between the two of them could be.

She smiled at him.

"Don't worry," she said, moving closer to him and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss her. "I understand how to control it now. I can wait until we are in private to unleash that incredible feeling."

He leaned down and kissed her, deeply and passionately, enjoying the feeling of her skin against his. She was right, he didn't feel any of the swirling energy flow that had caused them to have so much pleasure the one time they'd been together. But even without that, kissing her was extraordinary. Her body felt so good pressed into his.

"God I've missed you," he said to her, breaking off the kiss.

"And I you," she said, kissing him again, her tongue demanding entrance into his mouth.

Mmmm, damn it felt so good to have her tongue touching his like that. But he also noticed there were people noticing the display of affection being a little too much for the general public at an airport. Against his will, he once again broke off the kiss, instead taking her hand in his.

"C'mon," he said, "let's get your luggage before we get arrested for public indecency."

"That wasn't really that close to public indecency," she protested.

"But what it made me want to do to you certainly would have been," he replied with a smile.

She smiled back.

God she looked good when she smiled like that!

They walked, hand in hand to the appropriate carousel and began waiting for her suitcase to arrive.

"So," she asked, "you ready for the big grand opening tomorrow?"

He shrugged.

"Pretty much," he said, "although we won't know what we missed until tomorrow."

"Do you need to go back there now?"

He shrugged again.

"Probably," he replied, "but I have full confidence in my team. They've been told to handle anything but extreme emergencies until I get back tomorrow morning. I trust them to be okay with that."

"Why," she asked, chuckling, "do you have some other plans for tonight?"

Of course, they both knew

exactly

what was planned for the evening, but it was no fun if she couldn't tease him.

"Of course," he said, teasing right back, "I can't miss the Mets game tonight."

She smiled at him.

He leaned down to kiss her again.

He had really enjoyed all the time they had spent together inside the realm of consciousness over the last several months. She and Jaleh had taught him so much about how to be a better person, but at any point in that journey he would have traded all of it to be able to kiss her like this.

But once again he had to break off the kiss to keep himself from ravaging her right there in front of the baggage carousel.

Once they had her suitcase, he led her to where his car was parked, loaded the bag into the trunk and helped her into the passenger seat.

When he got into the car himself, he reached across and cupped her face with his left hand, turning it towards him and kissing her again. This time it was

his

tongue that was the aggressor as he made out with her.

He let his hand slip down to cup her breast through her tank top.

"mmmm, goddd," she moaned into his mouth. She was still not letting them experience any of the intense flow of energy between them, but it didn't prevent either of them from thoroughly enjoying the contact.

He

needed

more. He moved his hand down onto her bare midriff and then back up, inside her tank top and onto her bare breast.

"Ooooh, fuck yesss," she hissed as he tweaked her nipple in his fingers, his tongue probing deep inside her mouth.

He was practically bursting at the seams of his pants, as hard as he could ever remember being in his entire life. He was seriously considering throwing all caution to the wind and taking her, right there in the parking garage.

But then it was her turn to break off the kiss and extract his hand from inside her tank top.

"Not yet," she said, sensing what he was thinking of doing even though they had agreed not to enter each other's minds without permission. "I'm hungry."

"Me too," he said. "I don't think I've ever been hungrier."

"That isn't the hunger I was referring to. I need actual food. Take me to get some dinner."

"Let's just go straight to my place," he pleaded, "I'll feed you afterwards."

"After the Mets game?" She asked teasingly. "I can't wait that long. Let's stop and get a burger or something."

"I can't wait

that

long," he replied, reaching for her again. She put her hand on his forearm, stopping him.

"Remember when I said I knew how to control it?" She asked.

In the time it took him to figure out what she was talking about, she clarified what she meant with powerful effect.

There was a sudden burst of energy that flowed out of her hand and into his arm in that moment, causing him to gasp loudly. For a brief moment he almost cried out in pain, feeling as though her hand was burning his skin, the flow of energy being that intense. But instead he groaned loudly as he realized it wasn't pain that he felt, but instead the most intensely concentrated wave of pleasure he had

ever

experienced, traveling quickly up his arm and across his shoulder and into his spine.

From there it split, traveling upwards into his head, causing swirling patterns of light to overwhelm his vision, while simultaneously moving rapidly down along his spine with increasing intensity until it crossed over, through his prostate and into his genitals, enveloping his cock and his balls in an almost unimaginable feeling of intense stimulation.

"Holy fuck!" He practically screamed as all his senses were overloaded and his body immediately began to convulse in the most intense orgasm imaginable, his balls emptying their contents forcefully out through his rock hard shaft and into the front of his pants.

"Jesus... aaaahh... fuccckkk!" he groaned as his climax nearly caused him to black out.

When he eventually recovered his senses, he looked across at Jessie who simply smiled at him with a powerful sense of smugness as he felt the warmth of his cum spreading through the front of his pants.

"Now I would suggest you quickly find a place where I can get a bite to eat while you clean up the mess you just made in the front of your trousers," she said with a shit eating grin.

"As you wish," he said, unable to be mad at her for the mess she had caused, considering she had, in about two seconds of contact with his forearm, just given him the most intense orgasm he'd had in at least a decade.

"I told you I'd learned to control it," she giggled at him.

"So it would seem," he agreed.

Shit!

Tom thought as he sat in front of the TV in his apartment. It was the middle of the third inning, and the Nationals had just put 7 more runs on the board to take a 9-1 lead over the Mets.

He was all alone that night, Caroline wasn't coming until Friday evening, and he was really hoping a good baseball game could distract him from his thoughts about Jessie in Savannah.

But this was anything

but

a good baseball game.

He got up from the recliner and made his way into the kitchen for another cold beer. He couldn't get really shitfaced, because he still had another workday before his weekend with Caroline, but he was definitely going to need another beer or two if the Mets were going to suck this badly.

As he opened the fridge, he heard his phone ringing from the living room. He quickly grabbed a beer and opened it before heading back to where he'd left his phone.

It was a FaceTime call from Jessie.

He knew exactly where she would be. It had been almost two hours since she'd texted him to let him know her plane had landed safely.

By this time, she would undoubtedly be at Ethan's place.

He could feel the blood rushing into his nether regions at the mere thought of Ethan. Jessie had shared with him her memory of losing her virginity to Ethan. He could give Jessie something no one else could give her as a Magi. Tom had witnessed the effects of two Magi getting together when Derek had taken Jessie in front of him, and Derek was so weak as a Magi, he didn't even realize he had any special abilities. Ethan was much more powerful as a Magi than Derek. He couldn't even begin to imagine the intensity of sex between Jessie and Ethan now that they had both learned so much about their own powers that they didn't know the last time they were together.

He answered the call and Jessie came into view on his phone.

"Hey, babe," she said to him with a smile.

"Hey," he responded.

He could only see her from the shoulders up, and it was fairly dark where she was. She was backlit by a small lamp on a nightstand he could see behind her, so he couldn't make out a lot of detail, but he could see well enough to see that she was no longer wearing the tank top she'd had on when he dropped her at the airport. He knew she had been braless underneath that tank, so he had to assume she was topless as she talked to him.

"Would you like to watch?" She asked, grinning at him. She had learned a

lot

about his fantasies in the last few weeks. She

knew

how much it turned him on to see her being pleasured by another man.

"Yess," he said softly, "and... no... actually."

Her smile got even bigger.

"Too intense?" She asked.

"Maybe," he answered.

"Well," she went on, "it's totally up to you, of course. I'll put the phone somewhere that you can see. I'm going to mute it and turn the brightness down, so

all

you can do is watch. Stay on and watch if you'd like. Hang up if it's too much. Your call."

"OK, thanks," Tom replied.

"One more question," she said to him.

"What's that?"

"You're sure you are okay with me doing this? You say the word, and I will walk away, no questions asked. I do not

have

to have this. You are way more important to me than this."

"I get that," Tom replied, "and I am grateful for it. But I

want

you to do it."

"Let me guess," she replied with a smile, "you are rock hard, just thinking about it, aren't you?"

"Yessss," Tom replied quietly.

"Good," she said to him. "let's keep it that way. You're not allowed to cum until after you hang up this call. You can choose that whenever you want it, but you have to hang up first, and you won't hear from me again for the rest of the night. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You know I love you, right? And that I

always

will?"

"Yes, and I will always love you."

Tom could see that Jess stood up and the image in the phone was pointed at the ceiling and was moving around as she walked around the room. He could hear a click as she must have turned another lamp on since the ceiling got brighter, then the image got wild as she started moving again. When it finally settled down again he appeared to be looking across her arm at the room as she adjusted the phone.

He could see a queen-sized bed against the wall opposite the phone, with only a fitted sheet on it, and no covers. On either side of the bed there were small nightstands, each with a lamp on them, both of them on, providing the only light in the room. The wall behind the bed was bare, and there was just enough junk on the nightstands to make it clear this was Ethan's bedroom and not a hotel room.

Once the phone was set up, Jessie stepped into view between the camera and the bed.

Even after all this time with her, the sight of her there in front of the phone nearly took his breath away. As he had guessed, she was indeed topless. She stood there in front of the phone wearing only a tiny pair of green panties. Her nipples stood out proudly from atop the most incredible pair of breasts Tom had ever seen, either in person or in porn. Everything about her was simply flawless as she stood there, staring straight into the camera on the phone, proudly displaying what she was, in that moment, offering to another man.

As if on cue, this other man stepped into the frame.

Ethan, too, was topless, and Tom could not help but be impressed by what he saw. His muscles were well defined, though not as bulky as Matt's or Derek's, who both spent a lot of time in the gym. His abdomen was a washboard, rippling with muscles and not a hint of fat. Tom happened to know that Ethan was in his forties. To look that good in his forties was quite impressive.

He stepped up behind Jessie. He was not looking into the camera at all. Instead he was focused entirely on Jessie, which was as it should be.

He reached out and slowly moved her hair out of the way and then leaned down and slowly and tenderly kissed her at the nape of her neck.

They both moaned loudly as soon as Ethan's lips touched Jessie's skin. Tom knew

exactly

why. She had shared her memory of what It had felt like to touch Ethan's skin, the positive feedback of swirling energy flows making every inch of skin feel like a powerful erogenous zone. He had also witnessed a more subdued version of this effect when he had watched her with Derek.

Jessie threw her head back, and her mouth fell open.

"Oh fuck yesss," she proclaimed loudly.

Ethan simply continued to moan in pleasure as he slowly kissed across her shoulder.

Jessie had mentioned to Tom before she left that she had learned how to shut this response off. Clearly, she wasn't doing so in that moment.

"God how I've longed to feel this again," Ethan said. They both gasped in pleasure as he reached around and placed his hand just above her navel. "I've dreamt of this moment for almost twelve years now."

"Oh god yesss," Jessie hissed as his hand touched her abdomen. "that is so fucking intense."

Tom watched as Ethan slowly moved his hand up until he was cupping her bare breast.

Jessie responded as though she had just been hit with a cattle prod. Her knees buckled so that Ethan had to catch her and support her with his other arm, her body shuddered and shook as a loud stream of obscenities poured out of her mouth.

She was cumming -

hard

- and all Ethan had done was to cup her breast in his hand. Tom wasn't sure if he'd ever seen her climax like that, and they had only just begun. It was quite a sight.

He knew in that moment that the only thing that would make him hang up this call would be if he couldn't put off his need to cum any longer. He

needed

to watch the pleasure Jessie was about to get from this man who could take her places no one else could take her.

It felt as though his fantasies had been preparing him for this moment almost his entire life.

Ethan stood in the doorway of the bedroom as Jessie called her fiancé. She was nearly naked, having slowly stripped for him, stopping when all she had left on were her panties.

Fuck - she was even more beautiful now than he'd remembered, her body having filled out in ways that were absolutely delightful. Ethan had seen a lot of women naked in his life. He was quite sure none of them were as close to perfection as the one in his room that night. Jesus, she looked incredible.

He had taken his own shirt off and stepped in to wrap her nearly naked body in his arms, but she had stopped him.

"Not yet," she said to him. "I need to call Tom."

"Now?" He'd asked.

She smiled.

"I think he'll want to watch this."

Jessie had mentioned to him about Tom's proclivities. He didn't really get it, but he knew it was actually a pretty common fantasy, and he also knew that he would have never had this chance with Jessie if it wasn't something that Tom wanted to happen. It was more than enough for him to just be grateful this was a fantasy a lot of men shared and not even attempt to judge Tom for having it.

So, he stood there in the doorway, watching this bewitching woman call her fiancé and ask him if he wanted to watch while Ethan fucked the woman he was planning to marry. He'd watched as she set the phone up in the tripod she'd placed on the dresser opposite the bed. She then moved until she was standing in front of it, looking into the phone, presumably at her fiancé sitting at home in New York.

And finally he'd made his move, slipping into the room to stand behind her, moving her hair out of the way to expose her neck. It was -

finally

- time. She was about to be his one more time. He knew it would only be temporary. She had made it clear that he could never take Tom's place in her life, that he could never have her heart the way that she had surrendered it to Tom, but that as long as Tom was willing, she would share her body with him. It was an offer he had no intention of ever refusing.

He leaned down to kiss her on the nape of her neck, not even remotely caring whether or not Tom was watching them or had chosen to hang up.

"mmmmmmm," he moaned loudly into the kiss against her skin. God it felt amazing! With the exception of that moment in the car, when she had given him the most intense orgasm he'd had in over a decade by just touching his arm, she had suppressed the feedback loop between them. She was no longer suppressing it. The sensation that flowed into his body through his lips was exquisite. Nowhere near the intensity of what he'd felt in the car, but at least as powerful as what he remembered from that first night they had spent together. It was the feeling of raw, sexual desire, swirling in currents of heat and electricity, creating an intense bundle of pleasure that radiated into his body, pushing blood rapidly into his nether regions.

"Oh fuck yesss," Jessie moaned, her head thrown back as she clearly enjoyed the sensations of their touch.

He felt her slip into his thoughts. He'd given her permission to enter his mind to communicate with him.

-I am going to amplify these sensations quite often tonight, babe. Will you let Jaleh make sure you don't cum until we're both ready for you to? I'd like to make this moment really last-

-yes, ma'am. i'd like that as well-

-Perfect.-

He reached down and put his hand on her abdomen, instantly feeling the incredible sensation swirling in and out of his hand as it touched her skin.