AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 419
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 419 - 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 DomSub MaleDom Light Bond 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
“So then things were quiet until the actual flight started boarding,” I said, leaning forward a bit and sitting super awkwardly in the back seat of Becca’s car. I thankfully had enough legroom to sit in the middle to talk with both of them, but I’d made the tactical error of reaching forward with both hands to grab theirs. Sweet at first, and we were all still feeling a little touchy from my arrival, but much more uncomfortable to maintain for me than it was for them.
“Lucky bastard, getting upgraded to First Class,” Becca said, flashing me a grin over her shoulder as she checked her blind spot and then changed lanes. I wasn’t sure where she was bringing us for my requested burger, but she seemed to be sure of the way and drove smoothly.
“It’s because of his boyish good looks,” Wanda smirked, already sitting half-turned in the front passenger seat so she could look back at me easily. “We’re just hot women, we’re a dime a dozen.”
I snorted hard, shaking my head. Wanda and Becca, and really the entire group of ladies I’d somehow fallen in love with, were anything but ‘dime a dozen.’ None of them were the tippy-top, most famous models on the internet in their chosen spaces, but they were well known for a reason. And the tippy-top models tended to lean a lot more blatantly, or overtly, sexual in their cosplays and platforms than I would be comfortable with in a relationship.
“So what happened during boarding?” Becca asked. “So far it’s just a lady being kinda shitty.”
“Alright,” I said. “So it’s time to board, right? Well, the digital display behind the Gate attendants goes blank, and one of them gets on the mic and announces that our flight is being bumped to a different Gate, and will be starting boarding shortly. There’s maybe ... gotta be just shy of fifty people waiting around? And the one we got moved to is one we can see from where we are, so people are grumbling, but it’s not a huge deal. Well, the lady stands up all in a huff, glaring at everyone like she’s going to start shooting lasers out of her eyes, and then kinda shoots a sneer at me, before grabbing all three of her bags and storming up to the gate attendants to start complaining.
“Now, part of me wanted to watch, part of me wanted to say something, right? Like, those two gate attendants had to be all customer service smiles, but I could technically tell the lady off. But also, I don’t want to make things escalate right before I’m supposed to board a plane. Plus, she already helped me get upgraded to First Class. So I just head over to the new gate, grab a seat off to one side, and lo and behold, the gay guy from earlier is working at this gate now. He sees me and shoots me a wink. A couple minutes later the lady must have finished complaining over at our previous gate and she kind toddles over, pushes through the impatient people who made a crowd a few yards back from where they’ll check tickets, and drops her bags right in front of the ticket scanner and starts digging around for her paper ticket.”
“Je-sus,” Wanda sighed. “Entitled much?”
“I have a feeling he’s only getting started,” Becca smirked, pulling us off the highway, letting go of my hand for a moment to use both on the steering wheel.
“So she finds her ticket, zips up her bags, and kind of stands there and lets out a huff as she looks for someone to scan it - and at this point I’m thinking, ‘Lady, they haven’t actually started boarding yet or called a boarding zone.’ And that’s when our resident favourite attendant speaks up and tells her she needs to back up. She says something back that I don’t hear, and the attendant makes a face at her but just shakes his head. Then there are a bunch of people deboarding from the plane coming up the ramp, and she’s right in the way, so people have to start squeezing around her awkwardly and she realises she’s in the way but just sort of crosses her arms, and she snaps at people if her bags get knocked. Just like ‘Eh-scuse you!’ kinda stuff. So finally it looks like everyone’s finally off the plane, and she picks up her bags again awkwardly, ticket clutched and ready to be scanned. But then the pilots and the air steward crew come up the ramp, and they start talking with the gate attendants and the air crew that’s taking over for them on the plane, and she realises it’s going to b a few minutes at least and she can’t carry her stuff that long, so she drops it again.”
I was interrupted by my phone ringing, and I had to let go of their hands to back off and fish it out of my pocket. “It’s Cassidy,” let the girls know, then answered. “Hey, baby. What’s up?”
“Just checking in, Tiger,” Cassidy said on the phone. “You texted you landed, but I was in the shower here.”
“Hey, Tiger,” Terra said, getting closer. “Have a good flight?”
“I was just telling Becca and Wanda about it,” I chuckled, thumbing the speakerphone button.
The next two minutes were lost in the rapid-fire updates. Cass and Terra were getting ready for Terra’s goodbye dinner out with her friends in Louisiana. They were guessing they had about two-thirds of Terra’s stuff packed up and needed to get some more boxes when they went to pick up the U-Haul the next day. Becca told them I’d given her a great hello kiss, and Wanda complained teasingly that hers had been in public so it wasn’t quite as great.
“OK, if you guys are headed to dinner and he’s in the middle of some Odyssey story, we’ll let you go,” Cassidy said. “Have fun. And treat our Tiger right!”
“I’m offended you think we wouldn’t,” Becca laughed.
“Love you, baby,” I said, pulling the phone back towards me. “Love you, Terra.”
“Love you too, Tiger,” Terra said. “We’ll send you pics.”
“Love you and miss you heaps, Robbie,” Cassidy said. She made some kissing noises into the phone, and Terra joined her before they both broke off laughing and hung up.
“When Terra says ‘pics,’ I assume she means of their outfits and them having fun, not... having fun, right?” Wanda asked.
“I would assume so,” I said, my stomach giving a little lurch. “Terra’s straight, after all. And Cassidy...”
“Cassidy knows how badly she fucked up,” Becca finished for me. “And won’t ever do it again.”
“No, I- I know that,” Wanda sighed. “I didn’t mean that I thought they would do stuff behind your back, Tiger. I just- I mean- I know if I made that kind of promise with Becca, I’d be thinking of ... pushing the envelope.”
“You just want me for my body,” Becca laughed.
“Not just your body,” Wanda smirked at her friend. “But it is a shame we haven’t done more ... yet.”
“Yet,” Becca grinned at her, then stuck out her tongue.
A text came through then, and I checked it quickly. “It looks like they meant outfits,” I said. “So I’m not expecting anything dirty from them.”
“Ooh, let me see what they’re wearing,” Wanda said, gesturing for me to pass her my phone. I’d only taken a quick look; Terra had been in a little black dress that highlighted her legs, and probably her ass, and Cassidy had been wearing a dressy tank top and a flowy red skirt that went down to her knees, finishing them off with her old Chucks with the permanent marker declarations of our love on the rubber sole.
“Continue your story,” Becca prompted me.
“Sure,” I said, taking a moment to regain my narrative flow. “So, eventually, the new air crew goes down the ramp, and the gate attendant picks up the mic to make an announcement, and she’s already grabbing her stuff again. He kind of gives her a side-eye look, and he announces boarding for folks who need help - young children, pregnant, disabled folks. That sort of thing. Well she steps right up to the scanner and just kind of flicks her ticket in the direction of the female attendant who’s going to do the scanning, but the attendant asks her something and the lady starts arguing, then she gets loud about how she has a ticket, she should be able to board her flight. Obviously, she didn’t count for the early boarding stuff.
“That’s when our favourite attendant steps in and tells her she needs to come over to the desk, and he didn’t really have the ‘gay voice’ when I had spoken to him earlier, but when he raises his voice it’s potent. And the lady’s mouth is gaping like a fish, but she comes over to the desk. Well, a couple of other folks head up to use the early boarding services, and I’m close enough to the desk to hear the attendant start running her through a conversation dialogue tree about airline policies around boarding. And he sticks to it even though she’s trying to argue, just talking right over her. Then he just holds up a finger to tell her to hush up, and he announces boarding for Zone 1, which I’m now in since I’m in First Class. So I get up, but before I’m even standing, the lady has picked up her bags and is standing right in front of the ticket scanner again. The female attendant has gone dead-eyed at this point as she takes the woman’s ticket while I’m getting in line two people back. And then the attendant tells her she’s in Zone 4, not Zone 1, and she needs to step aside until her zone is called. Well, the lady is pissed and tries to demand she just be let on the plane. Gay Attendant raises his voice again and calls her back to the desk, over the microphone, using her full name. ‘Janet Elisabeth Dick, please come see me at the gate desk. Janet. Elisabeth. Dick.’ And the lady turns and shouts, ‘It’s Dyke. Janet Dyke.’”
“She has to know, right?” Wanda snickered.
“Willful ignorance, I’m betting,” Becca sighed.
“That or she just refuses to acknowledge it,” I chuckled. “So she goes over, and now the guy ahead of me is kinda dawdling a bit because we all want to see what comes next. So the Gay Attendant says, ‘Miss Dyke, I’m going to have to ask you to check your bags in the compartment in the display, and you’ll need to pay to check at least one of them.’ And she goes off about how it’s unconstitutional and all this stuff, and a scam, and blahblahblah. But the guy ahead of me is cleared, and I have to scan my ticket, and the lady attendant only kind of looks at it because she’s like the rest of us, just watching the scene. But I get through and have to head down the ramp. I get on the plane, and this sweet little southern belle stewardess checks my seat and I’m in the second row, with no one sitting beside me. Luxury. We banter just a little when I mention there might be a delay because of some drama at the gate, and she gives me a look that says it’s not an uncommon annoyance. A couple of other people get on and sit in First Class, and then they must have started boarding other zones. Eventually, Janet gets on the plane - she’s sweaty, splotchy red, and carrying two of her bags. She doesn’t even acknowledge the stewardess, squeezes past the bathrooms, and drops her bags next to the guy in the first row right ahead of me and starts trying to put the first one up in the overhead bin.”
“Oh, no,” Becca groaned.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Wanda scoffed.
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