AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 276
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 276 - Robbie doubts his fiancee Cassidy's story, but he can see the guilt she's been carrying. When they were young she became a User of the Affection Multiplier App. It gamified her relationships and she became addicted to the chase - until she realized how she was betraying Robbie and hit rock bottom. Now Cassidy intends to make things right. They are about to spend a week with her fellow cosplayers, and her only goal is to give Robbie the love and sex he deserves. He isn't so sure about this.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit Sharing RAAC Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Voyeurism
With dinner approaching fast and a date to get to, I wasn’t entirely in my right mind as I stepped back into the Couples Boat. I had nerves now, which I realized I hadn’t really been paying attention to for a lot of the trip. I’d questioned things, and been aware of how weird and wild the week had been, but this felt like only the second time that I really felt nervous. Before now, it had been last night when I was waiting for Cattine and Cass to get ready for our first night together in our ... I guess I couldn’t really think of it as ‘our relationship’ since they both were adamant about only dating me and not each other. So how was I supposed to refer to it?
My mind was liable to jump and fixate on little details when I got nervous - at work, it rarely happened anymore as I’d gotten more than comfortable with my job and all the variables there. A new variable, when I felt in control, wasn’t a big deal. But right now I felt like I had almost no control over what was going on.
I passed through the living area, where Heels was currently sitting with her headphones in as she was writing in her journal, and then past the kitchen and into the hallway with the cabins. Before I reached our door, Terra and JC’s door opened and Terra stepped out. As soon as she saw me she flushed a little and smiled, closing her cabin door and coming to me. She was dressed in a cute black tube top that hugged her small chest and a black bikini bottom with ties on her hips, and she had her hair pulled up and back into a ponytail.
“Hey, Tiger,” she said quietly, then opened the door to my cabin and went in. I followed her and found that she had stepped up onto the bed. The shortest of the women I’d been with that week, this brought her up to just over my own height and I closed the cabin door and went to her. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and leaned in to kiss me, while I hugged around her ass and pulled her close. “Mmmf,” she groaned into the kiss.
“Terra,” I mumbled. My nerves were gone for the moment as I lost myself in the kiss.
After our conversation that morning, I knew I wanted to check in with her too. She’d spent at least part of the afternoon talking with JC, and the angel part of me hoped that they had figured out what the ongoing issue was between them and figured it out. The devil in me, that feeling I got when I felt like I could have whatever I wanted no matter who it might hurt, cackled knowing that this kiss wouldn’t be happening if that were the case. I hated that feeling, but I also rejoiced in Terra’s touch.
“Fuck,” Terra grunted. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I lowered us down to the bed so she was on her back. “I want you again, Robbie,” she whispered.
“I want you too,” I whispered back. Then I pressed my forehead to hers and sighed, my hands holding her tiny waist. “Where are you at?”-
Terra grimaced. “I don’t know,” she said. “I talked to him, but it was ... it was like talking to a pet. And I don’t mean that to be mean, I just- It was like I was talking and I felt like he was listening and showing emotion and understanding, but then I’d ask him what he was thinking and he’d just look at me. Or he’d talk and he couldn’t reply or even really repeat back what I had told him in his own words. It was like we were speaking different languages. But he’s hurt, and he says he loves me, and I don’t like seeing him hurting even if I’m still ... ugh.”
I pulled away from her and laid down next to her on the bed so we were both looking up at the ceiling of the cabin, taking her hand in mine.
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