AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 428
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 428 - 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
The venue looked more like an old-timey movie theatre than a concert venue from the outside, all the way to the lit-up wall posters and the overhead marquee over the entrance listing out a bunch of musical acts and which days they would be playing. It even had an old ticket glass ticket booth out front.
If it were a movie theatre, I wasn’t sure what movie would have been playing with the crowd that was lined up out front. The eclectic mix of punk, metalhead and emo styles, combined with the array of Seattle hipsterisms that made up the local monoculture, made it hard to even know what kind of bands were playing that night, let alone what movie they would all be there to see.
Maybe a revival showing of Spinal Tap or something.
We got into line, and we ended up between a group of metalheads ahead of us that were there to see their friends in Bluedy Murder, and a trio of skater girls who claimed that one of them had been asked to come to the show by the lead singer of Pickering Heights, the second-to-last band on the lineup.
The metalheads were decent, relaxed people, and they would have fit in down in Vegas easily, especially during the Motorcycle Meet weekends. Their girlfriends complimented Wanda and Becca on their outfits, they talked about their tattoos, and they even convinced one of the long-haired biker-looking guys to let them put eyeliner on him like my girls had on me.
The skater trio were a different story - I could almost feel their judgey glances like a palpable force of negativity. All three of them were rail thin, with long hair, and looked like they were definitely going to get carded at the door because it wouldn’t have been surprising if they were still in high school. I doubted that two of them could even actually ride a skateboard, considering they were dressed like they belonged at a skatepark, but one was wearing ballerina flats, and the other was in sandals. The only one wearing sneakers was the girl who claimed to be meeting up with the singer, and considering she was showing off the most cleavage in the group as well, I really hoped she was of age because she was definitely hoping to do more than just meet the guy and get an autograph. Dude was definitely gonna be getting lucky.
The fact that they hadn’t gotten in through the VIP line at the other side of the entrance did make me question the invitation in general, though.
Still, once we’d settled in before the doors opened, the three of them were starting to try and size up the people around them. I could tell that Becca could see or hear them starting to get a little ‘Mean Girls’ in their attitudes, so I purposefully shifted around so that I was standing with my back to the trio and put myself between them and my girlfriends as they talked with the metalheads.
The problem was that, even with the noise of a last-minute sound check coming through the walls of the venue, my not inconsequential size blocking them, and the growing crowd of alternative music enthusiasts continuing to cue up to get in, Becca was just as sharp as I was. It didn’t take much for her to pick up on either the quiet, snide remarks the three of them were muttering behind me, or maybe just the look on my face as I pointedly ignored the bitchy whining.
“It’s fine,” I murmured to her when she looked up and caught my eye.
She narrowed hers, just slightly, and an expression passed over her face that told me she really wanted to say something, but wasn’t for the sake of the people she was with. Instead, she grabbed my hand again and tugged on it lightly. Her message was clear as she was still looking up at me, and I leaned down into a kiss as she hooked one finger into my half-open shirt collar and held me there for a long moment. When we’d finished, Becca immediately turned to Wanda. “Babe, Robbie needs a smooch,” she said.
Wanda smirked questioningly but shrugged and turned it into a grin.
“A good one,” Becca prompted further.
“Oh, yeah?” Wanda asked, eyes flickering between Becca and I as she tried to figure out what was going on.
I gave her a shrug back, and Wanda took over from Becca, holding the front of my shirt, and then she grinned harder as I let her spin me around and back me up against the front wall of the venue. She went up on her toes, pressing her body against mine and looping her arms around the back of my neck as she summoned me down into the sort of kiss that probably should have been reserved for the bedroom and the climactic endings of movies. Wanda even kicked up one foot behind her in the ‘princess pose.’
One of the biker-looking guys let out a wolf whistle, and one of the girlfriends said, “Daaamn, get it, girl!”