AMA: The Boyfriend: Chapter 48-54

Chapter 48

The video was, in fact, exactly what Ginnie had described. It started out simply enough, her sitting in front of some sort of green screen over which she’d projected some sort of a major water processing plant or something - it had lots of pipes of different sizes, which I guess spoke to her Plumber gimmick. She was topless, which wasn’t as shocking since she’d spent a lot of the previous day walking around with her boobs out; she had nice handfuls that fit her small frame, with peachy little nipples.

Ginnie introduced the video with a faux-excitement, holding up an example of a trap that you would usually find underneath any household sink, then held up the dildo she would be fucking herself with. It was big, black and shiny. Almost ludicrously so. It had to be something like 14 inches long and floppy, and she waggled it around dramatically.

Then the scene cut to Ginnie completely naked in a few different positions as she explained the differences between a P-Trap, a Q-Trap and an S-Trap, and what they were for. It turned out, it was actually a pretty educational video. I’d always thought the idea of a trap was to catch something that went down the drain but I was completely wrong. Ginnie explained in brief detail, while moaning and stuffing herself with the big dildo, that the traps were designed to stop noxious fumes from sewage systems from coming up the pipes and making people sick or worse. The water in the traps created a seal that allowed waste to get flushed down, but not gasses to rise up.

And while she fucked herself with the dildo, little cartoon versions of the traps danced across her abdomen with arrows illustrating what she was talking about.

The whole video was only about a minute long.

“Hot, right?” Leia grinned at me. Her hand had been resting on my thigh through the whole thing as we watched it and there was no way she hadn’t felt the shift in my pants as I started to harden.

“It was,” I agreed. “And actually really educational. I don’t think I’ll ever forget what traps are for. But I also can’t believe that fucking dildo!”

Ginnie laughed, clicking her phone into standby and tossing it back on the bed. “Well, yeah it’s big, but I don’t use the whole thing. It’s mostly for effect.”

“Oh, shut up,” Leia said. “You and I both know you’re a size queen.”

“Am not!” Ginnie said, then smirked. “OK, maybe a bit. I just want to feel like a guy is rearranging my guts with his cock. Is that such a bad thing?”

I snorted, trying not to picture what that would actually look like.

“She’s not joking,” Leia said, turning back to me. “She dated this basketball player in high school, Pablo Veracruz, who everyone called the Anaconda because he had a legitimate twelve-inch cock. Every girl in school was scared of fucking him so Ginnie ended up taking his virginity in senior year.”

“OK, Pablo wasn’t twelve inches,” Ginnie said. “He was more like ten, which is still a lot of cock, but not a footlong sub. And don’t get me wrong, he could hit every part of me, but he wasn’t exactly as skilled as I would have hoped - he was always scared he was going to hurt me. Every time felt good, but I think I only came once with him.” Ginnie then got a smirky look on her face. “Of course, from what I hear, someone on this trip got off just getting a quick grab of a cock.”

“Oh, God,” Leia sighed.

“Is it true that you made Leia come with just a foot massage?” Ginnie asked me. “I mean, legitimately? Because I know Leia is particularly hard to get off. We’ve fooled around a couple times over the years and she can be a real bitch to push over the edge.”

“Ginnie!” Leia squealed, shoving her friend as she blushed furiously.

“What? It’s not like Robbie cares,” Ginnie said. “Plus, don’t think I missed the fact that you’ve had your hand in his lap this whole time.”

“It’s not in his lap,” Leia said, pulling her hand away from my thigh despite her protest.

“It’s not a big-” I stopped, pausing to collect my thoughts. “No, Leia didn’t have her hand in my lap, just on my leg. No, it’s not a big deal to me if you two have fooled around - I think it’s kinda hot, but I don’t think it’s weird and I’m not going to make it a thing. And it wasn’t just a foot massage; Cassidy also helped get her over the edge with a bunch of dirty talk.”

“What? Dirty talk?” Ginnie said. “Bitch, you always told me you didn’t like dirty talk.”

“I don’t like your dirty talk,” Leia said. “You either put on this baby voice and talk like the person you’re fucking is a cute pet, or you kinda just monologue to yourself. It’s kinky, but it doesn’t do it for me.”

“Fine,” Ginnie said. “I guess I’m just going to need to get dirty talk lessons. Do you think Cassidy is open to giving lessons? I’ll let you and her go at my best friend again as payment.”

“Hey! I’m not just some piece of meat to get traded around,” Leia laughed.

“Are you trying to tell me you don’t want another orgasmic massage, bitch?” Ginnie shot back.

“Alright you two,” I said, laughing along with them. “Leia, no embarrassment and not making it weird, I’d be happy to give you another massage. Just come let Cassidy and I know, and if you want Ginnie there I’m fine with it if you are. That goes for you too, Ginnie. I’m apparently the designated masseuse for this trip - some of the girls are even putting together plans for a series of shoots they’ll all release at the same time.”

“That’s hot,” Ginnie said. “I’m definitely in on that.”

“Me too,” Leia nodded. “We’ll talk to Cassidy about getting in on it.”

“Talk to Cassidy about getting in on what?” Cassidy said, coming down the hallway and hearing her name. She’d finished her breakfast and I could tell she was looking for me.

“They’d like in on the ‘Make Robbie an internet meme’ massage shoots,” I said.

“Oh, for sure!” Cassidy laughed. “Becca, Wanda, Cattie and Terra are also in line, so let’s make sure we pick a day, alright?”

The girls immediately started comparing their plans - it turned out some of the others had gotten together and decided the shoots would feature all of the women I was massaging wearing white bikinis. Ginnie didn’t have one but knew she could borrow one from Sherry since they had similar builds. Leia also didn’t have one, but she was going to need to try and borrow a bottom from one girl and a top from another due to her wide hips and small top.

Soon the plans were in motion, and I was getting pulled out of the room by Cassidy to leave Leia to berate Ginnie about sharing their sexual history.

Chapter 49

Cassidy held my hand and smiled at me as we went back up to the top deck and looked out at the bright morning on Lake Powell. A breeze had kicked up and she hugged me tightly as we stood in the nice cool air.

“Thank you for last night,” Cassidy said.

We were alone, having moved over to the deck of our Couples Boat. Ami, Sherry and Heels were currently laying out towels to start sunbathing on the other boat but were far enough away that they would be able to hear us.

I kissed the top of Cassidy’s head as I held her. “You don’t need to thank me.”

She squeezed me hard. “No, I do. I don’t deserve you. I was selfish and an asshole and you should be the one getting comforted. I’m the fuck up. I’m the one who should-”

“Stop,” I said. “Just stop. I’m going along with your plan, Cass, but don’t you fucking dare take away from your own hurts. We are both fucked up right now. We’re both going to need each other to get through this. Don’t you fucking forget that I’ve seen you torture yourself for years trying to handle this on your own. I know how much you’re hurting too.”

Cassidy kept squeezing me, pushing her face into my chest as she sobbed quietly for a long moment. I just rested my chin on top of her head, holding her close. Once she’d gotten control of herself again she started softly scratching my back through my shirt the way I liked. “I’m still sorry,” she said.

“I know,” I told her. We stood like that for another few minutes, staring out at the calm waters.

“Cass, now that we went further… how do you feel about last night? Is this still what you want?” I’d wanted to ask her this earlier, but Cattie had come to our room and interrupted our catch-up discussion.

“It is. God, Robbie, seeing you with Wanda… I wanted you to go further. You were so fucking hot, and watching you just do what you wanted with her while I sucked your dick…” She shuddered in my arms.

“OK,” I said. “OK. Becca wants us to talk to her together before anything else happens between her and I, so we need to find time for that.”

“I know just when to do it,” Cassidy said. “We’ll plan a time to shoot her massage shoot with you, and we can talk and you two can have some fun while we do it.” I couldn’t help getting a little hard at the thought of it, and Cassidy grinned up at me and pressed her hand to my cock through my pants.

“Alright, I do have another question for you before we start fondling each other out here,” I said to her. “It’s another App question.”

“OK, sorry,” she said, pulling her hand from my crotch. “What’s your question?”

“So far I know you’ve given me the Touching upgrade and the Kissing upgrade. Did you do anything to my, uh… my semen?”

Cassidy smirked. “You mean your cum?”

“Yes, my cum,” I said.

“That’s another one of the upgrades, yeah,” Cassidy smiled and bit her bottom lip.

I shut my eyes and shook my head. “Cass, just tell me what it is.”

“Well, it was actually two separate upgrades,” she said. “The first one was ‘Tastes Like Pineapple’ and it made your cum taste almost fruity. Not that you tasted bad before, you’ve always eaten healthy and I guess that helps? I wouldn’t particularly know because I’ve only tasted yours.”

“And the second one?” I asked.

“The second one made your cum have a sort of endorphin-producing, aphrodisiac effect. It’s called ‘Betcha Can’t Eat Just One,’ and the description said your cum would be like really good chocolate or potato chips.”

I groaned. “Cass, really?”

“Yeah, I know. The second one is a bit much, but I was on a spending spree and I figured if you’re already feeding a load to a girl once, what’s the harm in her wanting a second round?” she asked.

She wasn’t wrong, but also it was so wrong.

“How many more are there that I don’t know about?” I asked.

“Um… two,” she said. “No, three. But the third one is way more niche specific so I doubt it comes up this week.”

“OK,” I sighed.

“Robbie, do you think maybe we could-”

“Hey, Robbie!” Becca called over from the other boat. Cass and I both turned and saw she was undoing the ropes that held the boats together. “We should get a move on, I’d like to move the boats and try and find a good place to stop for the day before lunch. You mind helping out?”

“Sure,” I said and hugged Cassidy to me in a side hug and kissed her hair. “Could you go get me a pair of proper swim trunks? I’ll change in the Pilot’s Cabin.”

“Sure,” she smiled and nodded, then pinched my butt and gave me a wink. “Not that I think any of the ladies would mind you changing out in the open.”

I snorted and Cass scampered off, surreptitiously wiping her eyes before anyone else saw her teary. Becca and I worked quickly, and several people had to jump ship quickly before we separated the boats. Heels decided to spend the ride over sunning herself in the Singles Boat, and Heather and Cattie rushed over back to ours along with Cattie’s younger sister Sherry.

Since the Singles Boat had us pinned in against the rock shelf, Becca had to get her boat going first and in the meantime Ami decided to tease me by taking off her top and calling my name. She jiggled her ‘big anime titties’ at me as she laughed, and Heels laying out beside her snorted loudly at Ami’s antics. Then Ami smacked Heel’s brown butt and I lost the words of her shriek and their bickering as Becca gunned the engine and started to pull them away.

Chapter 50

I was just getting our own houseboat engine thrumming and raising the anchor when I heard the telltale slapping of bare feet entering the Pilot’s Cabin.

“Hey hon,” I said. “Let me guess, you picked the suit that you like my bum in, didn’t you.”

“I sure hope she did,” Wanda said, surprising me. I turned and she stepped closer to me, biting her lower lip as she smiled and held up my swimsuit in one hand. She leaned in and pressed her bikini-clad chest to mine, kissing me softly and sweetly for much longer than anyone watching would have deemed ‘just friendly.’ “Good morning, handsome,” she said once the kiss ended. “I didn’t get to say it properly this morning and I figured around the breakfast table might cause a bit of a ruckus. Cass asked me to bring up your suit to you.”

“Good morning to you too, gorgeous,” I said and accepted the suit from her. “I’m glad you seem to feel as good about things this morning as I do.”

“I don’t know if ‘good’ could cover it,” she said and hopped up to sit on the side counter of the cabin just like Cassidy had yesterday. The engine thrummed to life as I carefully pulled away from the rock face and brought the houseboat around in a long loop through the little bay we had spent the night and back out towards the main lake, falling in behind Becca.

Wanda and I chatted a little about nothing of consequence as she watched me work the controls, kicking her feet a little as she smiled. I found myself feeling weirdly comfortable with her, sort of like the comfortability I had with my sister except for way different because Wanda had had my cock in her hand and I’d fingered her.

Cassidy had been my first and only, so I’d never hung out with someone who I’d been sexual with other than her. It was weird, and it was lovely, and I had to wonder if it was normally like this or if it was the App.

Once the houseboat was out of the bay and into the wider waters of the winding Lake, I checked out the surroundings and then quickly picked up my swimsuit and shook it out.

“Hold on,” Wanda said.

“What’s wrong, is someone on deck behind us?” I asked.

“No, just look here,” she said. I did, and Wanda had pulled aside the cups of her bikini top. Her nipples were hard and she was rolling one between her fingers as she looked at me. She’d put her heels up on the edge of the counter, her legs spread wide to press her mound forward against her bikini bottoms. She giggled as I let my jaw drop a little, and then closed her legs and pulled her cups back into place over her boobs.

“What was that about?” I asked her.

“I just wanted to make sure you were nice and chubbed up when I got to see your cock again,” she shrugged.

That made me snort and laugh, and I did another check around us to make sure we weren’t close to other boats before I dropped my pants and underwear.

“Now that’s the cute butt I like to see,” Cassidy said from behind me, startling me enough that I jumped for a moment and made both women laugh.

“It really is a nice butt,” Wanda agreed, stretching out a foot and patting my bare ass.

“Hey baby, having fun?” Cassidy asked, stepping fully into the Pilot’s Cabin and hugging herself to me. She was wearing a black bikini top with white straps and a pair of jean shorts that hugged her bum, along with a trucker-style cap backwards on her head with her violet-dyed hair loose. I had a feeling the cap was in response to my liking Cattie’s look the day before. She pursed her lips for a kiss as she hugged me, wrapped her fingers around my dick and gave me a few gentle strokes as I kissed her.

“Not fair,” I said, grinning wryly and pulling her fingers from my shaft.

“I agree, I was in line first,” Wanda chuckled, reaching out with that same foot and stroking it along the top of my now fully hard dick.

“Alright, you pervs,” I said. “We’re in public.” I quickly stepped into my swimsuit and pulled it up, trying my best to organize my tackle so that it wasn’t so fucking obvious I was hard. The suit was the tightest one I owned and Cassidy knew it.

“We’ll get him naked again later,” Cassidy winked to Wanda, who chuckled. I went back to piloting the boat as Cassidy hopped up onto the counter next to Wanda. “Did you end up sanding any of the pictures to Brodi last night?” she asked.

“Not until this morning,” Wanda said. “He just sent me back an eggplant emoji and splashing water emoji, which either means he hopes I made you cum, or he jerked off to the photos.”

“I… don’t know how I feel about that,” I said.

“So he’s full-on OK with it?” Cassidy asked. “You going as far as you want with Robbie?”

“Well, I mean, that’s the deal,” Wanda said. “He exercises it way more often than I do, from what I understand. Honestly, it kind of weirds me out sometimes how into it he is, if that makes sense? But he likes it, so… I dunno. What about you? Sharing Robbie was new for you, right?”

“Yeah,” Cassidy said. “It’s, uhm, complicated. But I really liked it.”

“Have you two had a chance to check in with each other yet?” Wanda asked. “I was serious last night, you need to make sure you’re on the same page.”

“We did,” I said. “Twice this morning.”

“Good,” she nodded. “I’d hate to think I was the one who fucked up a good thing for you two. I really like you guys as a couple. Relationship goals for sure.”

I didn’t say anything, and Cassidy was silent behind me.

“Or… not?” Wanda asked.

“It’s complicated,” I said.

“I cheated,” Cassidy blurted out. “It was years ago, but I was secretly out of control and he had no idea because I got so fucking good at hiding the girls I was with and he is perfect and always has been, but I’m not. I’m just fucking trying to be better so I can deserve him.”

“Well, fuck,” Wanda sighed. “Please tell me this one-sided open relationship isn’t some sort of an apology. It’s more likely to wreck your relationship than it is to fix it. Especially if you suddenly change your mind about it.”

“I won’t,” Cassidy said. “God, I won’t. I’ve been thinking about this for years, how to apologize to him. Everything I wanted to do for him. I want this for him, but I can’t make up for what I did with this. There’s nothing I can do that can do that.”

Wanda hopped down from the counter and came to stand next to me, putting her hand under my shirt on my lower back. “Robbie?”

“It’s complicated,” I said again. “It’s… we’re figuring it out. I love Cassidy, and she’s made it clear she’s mine and only mine.”

“But,” Wanda prompted me, not unlike last night.

“But,” I nodded.

“OK,” Wanda nodded, rubbing my back a little before pulling away. “OK. I think I need to do a little thinking about getting caught up in this. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret last night at all and it’s still in my top three sexual experiences, but I need a hot second to decide if I want to do more. Is that OK?”

“Of course it is,” I said.

“Of course,” Cassidy said.

“Alright,” Wanda said, then she hugged me. Not like before, which was more sexual and about us touching each other. This hug was friendly and supportive, and she squeezed me tightly. Then she went and gave Cassidy a similar hug. “I dunno,” she said finally as she stepped to the door. “I can still see you two love each other. Maybe if you can get over this, it really is relationship goals.”

Chapter 51

“I’m sorry,” Cassidy said.

We were still in the Pilot’s Cabin. It had been a few minutes since Wanda had left and gone below deck, and Heather, Cattie and Sherry had come back up dressed in their own bikinis. It looked like they were getting ready to do a shoot for Heather since she was looking all glammed up with her short hair gelled out to look sort of like an anime character and her makeup done super striking and showy. Then again, maybe it was the big cameras that gave it away.

“I know,” I said. I left the wheel for a moment and stepped over to her, picking Cassidy up from the counter and lifting her into a hug. She clung to me, wrapping her legs around me, and I stepped back to the wheel.

“I didn’t mean to tell her,” Cassidy said. “I just- she asked and I didn’t want to make you try and lie or fudge it or anything.”

“I know,” I said again. “It’s fine. Other than Cattie I think Wanda might be the other person on this trip who could actually offer us some good advice. She also deserved to know, probably before last night.”

Cassidy let her legs come down from around my waist as she lowered to her bare feet, but she stayed hugging me, standing between me and the wheel and resting her head on my chest. “Robbie, do you really still love me?”

I closed my eyes, then snapped them open remembering I was driving, and took a deep breath. “Yes, Cass. I really still love you. I’m still hurt and mad, but I still love you for sure. And you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered back.

“Cass,” Cattie called from out on the deck. “Hey, Cass, can you come look at this? You’re better at lighting settings than me.”

Cassidy kissed my chest through my shirt, then went on her tiptoes to kiss my lips, and I let her out under my arm. She took a deep breath before she left, trying to wipe the feelings from her face before going out to face the others.

I listened to them for a bit, just the chatter of the girls as they discussed the bright overhead lighting and the best angles for the shoot Heather was organizing. It sounded like she was planning on being in and around the hot tub, so they needed to be able to move a bit. Cass ended up going below to our equipment bag to get a light diffuser - ours was a good-sized one with a collapsible frame so it travelled well.

At some point they were happy with the results and they started taking pictures, though I couldn’t really check what they were doing since I had to keep my mind on driving. A couple of minutes later Cassidy came back into the cabin.

“Tiger, I- Heather’s planning on getting completely naked for this. Do you want me to step away?”

“Come here,” I motioned to her, and she came and slipped her arm around me as she joined me at the wheel again. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you for checking. I’m OK if you’re helping Cattie manage the shoot.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t planning on it,” Cassidy grumbled. “I kind of just got sucked into it.”

“Do you want me to say no?” I asked. “I can be the bad guy if you want, I don’t care.”

“No, it’s fine,” she sighed. “She’s still Cattie’s girlfriend.”

“OK,” I said and gave Cassidy’s butt a little swat. “Love you.”

“You too, Tiger,” she smiled, scritching my back before stepping away.

For the next fifteen minutes or so I could hear them talking as the work went on. Every once in a while I would glance back - not trying to catch a glimpse, just checking the back corners of the houseboat to make sure no one was coming up behind us or anything. At one point I saw that Cattie was taking photos of Heather sitting topless on the edge of the hot tub. Another glance back a little later and I saw that she was naked and posing outside the tub, leaning on the side, though I didn’t see much more than her big boobs and the big curve of her hip.

I shook my head and turned back to my driving. I didn’t know how Cattie could do it, her significant other putting up full nudes. Some people seemed to think it was only a short hop from scandalous clothing or costumes to full nude, but from my perspective it was one hell of a jump. And full nudes apparently weren’t the limit of Heather’s content.

I spotted the speedboat before it got too close to us. It was a big sucker probably designed for guys with bigger wallets than dicks, and as it kept getting closer I saw there were at least a half dozen guys hanging out. The speedboat should have just sped by us about a hundred meters off our starboard side, but I could only guess that they’d spotted Heather and the girls on deck and they immediately started veering closer to us.

“Incoming looky-loo’s,” I called back over my shoulder.

There was a splash and I glanced back and saw Heather was back in the hot tub, though she didn’t lower herself down to hide her bare chest.

The powerboat got closer, slowing down to match our pace, and the guys started whooping and whistling. There were seven of them, all somewhere in their mid-twenties and looking relatively fit. I could only guess they were frat boys or some sort of teammates or something.

Cassidy slipped back into the Pilot’s Cabin quietly, sitting up on the counter again as close as she could comfortably get.

Meanwhile Cattie was holding the camera and light diffuser while Heather grinned and waved down at the guys, her tits in the open. The guys obviously loved it, and then they cheered even louder. I glanced back again and saw that Sherry had lifted her top and was shaking her little boobs at the guys.

“Cattie’s gonna be pissed,” Cassidy said.

“I don’t blame her,” I said.

Sherry rushed over to the entry to the Pilot’s Cabin. “Hey, Robbie, pull over or whatever. Let’s say hi to these guys!”

“Yeah, no can do,” I said. “Sorry, Sherry. We need to keep up with the other houseboat.”

“It’s fine,” Sherry said. “We can catch back up to them, can’t we? These guys seem cool and I want to make some more friends. There’s no single guys on this trip.”

“There’s not supposed to be single guys on the trip,” Cassidy said. “It was part of the rules.”

“Whatever,” Sherry said. “Come on, it’ll just take a few minutes.”

“Sorry, Sherry. I’m not stopping to talk to these randos,” I said.

“What the fuck,” Sherry said and slapped her hand against the doorway. “It’s not a big deal. Fucking Christ.”

She stormed off, and soon the powerboat was gunning its engine, shooting up big sprays behind it to show off to Heather and Sherry. Then it shot ahead, heading towards the other houseboat.

“What an entitled brat,” Cassidy muttered once the noise of their engine died.

“She’s young,” I said. “It’s not an excuse though. No wonder Cattie is a little worried about her.”

Ahead of us, the boat slowed down again and I could hear the soft din of the whoops and whistles again as someone on the other boat gave them their own show.

I felt weird that I was worried who it might be.

Chapter 52

About twenty minutes after the powerboat sped off across the lake, Becca pulled us into another shallow bay. This one wasn’t as hidden as the last, but it had a sandy beach that we were able to pull up close to and drop anchor. JC finally emerged from below - from the grin on his and Terra’s faces, I had a feeling they’d taken their time alone down on the main deck for some personal time. With JC’s help we got the houseboats together again with the gangplank lowered between the upper decks.

Everyone started to merge and mingle, and I noticed Becca organizing a crew of girls to help with lunch. I went to offer some help, but Becca saw me coming and waved me off.

I ended up sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs on the Singles Boat talking with Ami about the last few Marvel movies and how disappointed she’d been since Endgame when Cassidy came and joined us, handing me a cold beer and sliding in to sit on my lap without breaking the conversation. She joined in, immediately ganging up on me with Ami playfully as they swore up and down the movies had been better than the Disney+ shows, and once in a while would lift my beer to her lips for me to give her a sip. Every time she did it, and I tilted the bottle for her to get some, Ami would give us a look like she was in an anime - I could practically see the big heart eyes at how cute she thought we were being.

Our conversation was interrupted, however, by Heather.

“Um, hey,” she said, coming over from the Couples Boat. “Ami, could I talk to these two for a minute?”

“Sure,” Ami said, and just sat there for a long moment.

“Alone?” Heather prompted her.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Ami said and stood up from her chair. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

“See you,” Cassidy said warmly, then turned to Heather. “What’s up?”

Heather had thankfully changed since her photoshoot and was now wearing a bikini bottom with a white sleeveless tee, though it looked like she hadn’t bothered with a bikini top under it as her nipples were making big bumps in the shirt. Her hair was also a little more tamed down and the heavy makeup had been replaced by her usual amount.

“So, first I wanted to say thanks for helping earlier, Cassidy,” she said. “I appreciate it, even if my kind of content isn’t your usual thing.”

“It was no problem at all,” Cassidy said. “Happy to help Cattie and you out.”

“Right,” Heather nodded. “And on that note… It’s been brought to my attention that I may have overstepped yesterday when I was encouraging you to sunbathe topless with us. I’m sorry you were offended, I was only trying to encourage you to feel free with your body.”

Cassidy hesitated for a long moment, blinking slowly as if she expected Heather to say something else. The taller woman was standing over us looking uncomfortable with the whole situation.

“Well, thanks,” Cassidy finally said. “I appreciate the thought.”

“Cool,” Heather said. “And, I mean, you should feel comfortable with showing off your body.”

“Oh, I am when I think it’s appropriate,” Cassidy said. “But I respect my fiance, and I’ve given myself to him. He gets to decide if he’s comfortable with that or not, too.”

Heather screwed up her face a little bit. “You’ve given yourself to him? That sounds like some pretty oppressive patriarchal bullshit. What, when you get married are you his property or something?”

“No, that would be ridiculous,” Cassidy scoffed. Heather looked slightly appeased, but then Cassidy shifted and took my hand in hers and lifted it to her lips, kissing my fingers and continuing. “I swore I was his already happily. He owns me. I’m his, and he’s mine.”

The sneer on Heather’s face couldn’t have gotten any more disgusted.

“I would have thought you’d understand,” I said, cutting into the conversation for the first time. “I mean, considering your relationship with Cattie.”

That made Heather stop and blush for a moment. “That’s different,” she said.

Cassidy cocked her head to the side a little and raised an eyebrow. “How is that?”

“Because she’s not- It’s play,” she said.

Cassidy shrugged and snuggled down more onto me, laying her head back on my chest. “Well, Robbie and I are getting married. I’m his, and I’m never fronting anything else again. This is who I am happy being all the time.”

“Thanks for the apology, Heather,” I said, trying to keep things civil and giving her an out.

“Yeah,” Heather said, stepping back and walking off. The expression on her face was something around consternation crossed with shock, with a dash of that disgust still in there.

“What a cunt,” Cassidy said quietly.

“Babe,” I said, surprised at the heavy language.

“Sorry, but she is,” Cassidy scoffed quietly. “What kind of apology was that?”

“Half-assed and forced,” I said. “Let’s be real, Cattie probably made her do it. You could have been a little easier on her though, for Cattie’s sake.”

“She needs to realize she’s not some queen bee of a mean girl’s clique,” Cassidy said. “And I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” Then she sat up and put her hands on my chest, looking at me with worried eyes. “Except I know I said we were getting married, and that’s not for certain right now. I’m not trying to push you, I swear, it was just what I was feeling. I should have worded it differently.”

“It’s alright,” I assured her. “It’s a lot easier to just say that. I don’t blame you at all.”

“You’re sure?” Cassidy asked.

“Yes,” I nodded and kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose. “Have I told you today how beautiful you are?”

“Once or twice, I think,” Cassidy smiled. She was right, I’d said it to her and Cattie plenty during the early morning photo shoot.

“Want me to tell you again?” I teased her.

“Yes, please,” she smiled.

“You, Cassidy Pines, are an absolute diamond.”

“I love you, Robbie Blane,” she whispered.

I kissed her more firmly, this time on her lips. I could hear someone come up the stairs and shout that lunch was ready down in the kitchen, but I didn’t break the kiss and neither did Cassidy. We didn’t stop until someone cleared their throat right next to us.

“Ah-hem,” Cattie coughed again. “While it’s nice to see you two like that, are you guys ready to eat or what?”

“Yes,” I chuckled, and Cassidy nodded and stretched while still on my lap before standing.

“Your girl came and apologised for yesterday,” Cassidy said. “I mean, I think she did. It was kind of hard to tell.”

“Yeah, she can be like that,” Cattie sighed. She turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “Coming, Robbie?”

“In a second,” I said.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“Uh, something like that,” I said and glanced down at my crotch. Between the tight swimsuit and Cassidy squirming around in my lap, and then the kiss… well, it would take a second for me to deflate to an appropriate bulge amount.

“Oops,” Cassidy grinned and bit her lower lip. Then both of the women snorted and giggled.

Chapter 53

Lunch was freshly made wraps with snack bags of chips, and of course served with cold beers. We didn’t stay cooped up in the interior of the boat this time and soon everyone was up on the top deck eating and chatting. Becca had decided this would be a great place to stay for the evening since we had access to the beach for shoots that night and the next morning, and soon there was a group forming to go for a hike after lunch.

Since JC was the one spearheading the hiking effort, I volunteered to stay behind to watch the boats as we couldn’t leave them unattended. Becca agreed and decided to stay back as well. Soon most of the group were getting dressed in rougher clothes suitable for an hour or so hike, along with whatever running shoes or boots they had with them - it was surprising how many of the women had some form of hiking boot as part of at least one costume or outfit.

JC and I ended up in the water helping carry a bunch of the girls to shore so they didn’t have to get wet, or at least put on socks and boots over wet feet. Becca and I made sure there were plenty of water bottles among the group, and then we watched them march off along the rim of the lake.

“They’ll be fine,” Becca said, watching the train of booty shorts and halter tops trail over the closest rocky rise.

“I’m sure no one will die,” I said with a snort.

Becca rolled her eyes and nudged me with her elbow. “How many of them do you think forgot to put on sunscreen?”

“I’m going to guess at least two,” Cassidy said. She’d also elected to stay behind, and I knew it wasn’t because she was anti-hike or anything like that. With no one else around, this was the perfect time for us to have our conversation with Becca. “I’m betting Ginnie and Sherry, or maybe… Leia and Sherry.”

“No, I saw Leia with sunscreen,” I said. “And Ginnie would have gotten some from her. I’m thinking Sherry and Heels, since Baheela doesn’t think she’ll tan anyways.”

“Mm, good point,” Cassidy nodded, then turned to Becca. “So, I’m thinking we… talk, and can do the massage photoshoot at the same time? How does that sound?”

“Sounds good,” Becca nodded. “White bikinis, right?”

“Yep,” Cassidy nodded. “And some sort of up-do for your hair to keep it out of the way. If you want to go get ready, I can prep our cameras and transfer you the memory card later?”

The plan was made, and within ten minutes we had a big white towel laid out on the top deck of the Singles Boat between the hot tub and the Adirondack chairs. Cassidy was up first with our bag of equipment and was soon set up with a couple of different tripods and two different ring lights to help with the harshest shadows of the overhead sun.

Then Becca came up the stairs from the stairs. She was barefoot, wearing a white bikini with gold hoops at the hips and between the cups of the breasts. Her silvery blonde hair was pulled up into a stylish ‘messy on purpose’ bun held in place by what looked like a pair of fancy chopsticks with white handles decorated with a soft floral motif.

“Wow,” I said. “You look really great.”

“Very hot, and that’s a super cute bikini,” Cassidy grinned.

“Thanks,” Becca smiled, then lifted herself up a bit on the edge of the hot tub and sat facing us. “Alright, before we start. Cassidy, you know everything Robbie and I have talked about and done, right?”

“Mhmm,” Cassidy nodded. “You’ve kissed twice, and you told him you were interested in more but only if things were clear between us.” Cassidy reached over and took my hand, glancing to check my expression. “It’s clear. However far Robbie is interested in, I want you two to go for it.”

“OK,” Becca nodded. “I’m sorry if me needing to ask seems like I don’t trust you, Robbie, but I needed to know for sure.”

“It’s OK,” I said. “And I can’t blame you one bit for wanting to double-check. Can I ask a question, though?”

“Sure,” Becca said.

“You decided pretty quickly that you were open to things getting sexual between us,” I said. “Is this something you’re used to doing, or is this new for you, too?”

Becca sighed and chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment, pursing her lips as she considered my question. “Honestly? I grew up what I used to think of as mildly bisexual. I appreciated attractive guys and girls, but I never really felt drawn to date until I was just out of high school. I met this guy, and we hit it off, and even though I wasn’t super sexual he was able to get me off. He also happened to be a manipulative piece of shit. It took me three years to realize it and dump his ass. Ever since then I’ve been sort of in an asexual limbo. Then a couple weeks ago I started getting horny again out of nowhere, and yesterday… well, I told you I know what I like and you seem to fit the bill. So no, this isn’t usual for me. I can casually flirt among professionals with the best of them, but I’ve never broached actual contact.”

“Thanks, and I’m sorry,” I said.

“Me too,” Cassidy nodded, reaching out and taking Becca’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“It’s fine,” Becca said. “The bad stuff is in the past, and now I’m a successful businesswoman with a dozen weird skills under my belt, and I vacillate in celebrity status online somewhere between e-thot and professional spokesmodel. The only way I got to where I am is through all of that.”

“Wise, cute and sexy,” I said with a smile.

“OK, that’s enough of that,” Becca rolled her eyes. “Let’s get this show on the road. Who knows how long those bitches can actually stand the hike and heat, and I want my money's worth from our local legend masseuse.”

“First things first,” Cassidy said and broke into a smile I knew meant she was planning something specifically designed to tease me. “Robbie, take off your shirt.”

Chapter 54

It wasn’t the first time I’d been rubbed down in oil to help with one of Cassidy’s photoshoots, but it was the first time I had two beautiful women doing it instead of just my fiancee. The thing was, it was only mildly erotic since both Cass and Becca were currently in ‘professional mode.’ Of course they teased me a little, and Cass gave my ass a pinch through my swim trunks, but overall it was mostly just two sets of soft, feminine hands quickly spreading the slick oil all over me.

Soon I was covered and glistening, and both women stepped back from their work to look me over with a critical eye. “He looks good,” Becca said. “If he was a professional I’d say he needed to dedicate more time to some crunches and situps to make his abs more prominent, but I think I actually like him better like this.”

“He’s yummy, right?” Cassidy said. “He doesn’t swim as much as when he was on the high school team, but it keeps him perfectly fit for me.”

“You two do remember that I’m right here, right?” I asked sarcastically.

“Sorry, Tiger,” Cassidy said, stepping forward and leaning in to kiss me while avoiding getting oil all over herself. “It’s just work mode kicking in.”

Cassidy went to fetch another towel so she could wet it and wipe the oil off her hands before picking up the cameras while Becca and I quickly talked through the first part of the massage. My fiancee was back quickly and we were ready to go with Becca laying face down on the fluffy white towel and me at her knees.

“Alright, Tiger,” Cassidy said, doing a few last-minute adjustments to the settings. “You do your thing, just try and leave space for me to catch what you’re doing, OK?”

“Alright,” I said. “Becca, tell me if anything gets uncomfortable.”

“Of course,” she nodded. “I know my boundaries.”

I started with her feet. It was funny, I hadn’t really considered individual parts of her body before, but out of everything it was Becca’s feet that were probably the ‘ugliest.’ Not that they were visually twisted or anything, she just had large calluses that were rough under my thumbs as I started to work the soles and sides.

Cassidy had already started clicking away as Becca away as I worked my thumb against one particularly firm part of Becca’s foot. “Sorry,” Becca muttered. “Years of soccer. I’d get them taken care of but I still play in a couple of beer leagues every week.”

“It’s not a problem at all,” I said. “It’s just a part of who you are.”

I could see her visibly relax at this, settling a little more loosely into the blanket, and I realized that this was one of her things. Every model had them. Well, every person had them, but it was more acute for people whose entire livelihood rested on their bodies. For Cass, she hated her calves and she wished her ass would get firmer despite me assuring her she had lovely legs and her butt was utterly cute already. For Becca, her feet were just one of those anxiety spots on her body.

So I spent a little extra time on them, just to make sure she knew I appreciated her. Once her feet, from between her toes to her ankle, were thoroughly rubbed down and oiled, I slowly began working my way up her legs. She was laying happily with her face sideways, cheek resting on her hands folded underneath her, as I worked up her calves to the back of her knees, then higher up onto her thighs.

As my thumbs started in on the back of her powerful, athletic thighs I felt her tense under my touch for a moment as she sucked in a breath, then relaxed as she let out a long, slow whimper of a moan.

“Everything alright?” I asked her quietly.

“God, yes,” she sighed. “Now I’m starting to believe the Leia story. Fuck.”

I kept working on her, and she spread her legs a little more and I noticed her surreptitiously tilting her hips a little. Becca didn’t have an ass like several of the other girls - not that she was flat back there, it was just more in line with her smooth curves and comparable to Cass rather than Cattie or Wanda. She was enjoying my work on her thighs so I stayed there a little extra as well, running my thumbs firmly across the smooth skin as she quivered and sucked in sharp breaths. My thumbs travelled all the way up to the little triangle gap under her mound, to the extra soft and extra sensitive area, just barely brushing against her mound through her white bikini bottom. I didn’t tell her, but I could see a little dark line starting to form over her pussy where she was getting excited.

I moved on, raising my hands from her thighs to the part of her ass cheeks that her bottoms revealed, and she let out a long, slow breath.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “I think if you kept going I might have actually been able to get there.”

“Maybe,” I smiled. “But I feel like that would have been a little too early.”

“Fucking tease,” she laughed.

Cassidy kept taking pictures, circling around us for different angles, as I moved from Becca’s butt to the small of her back. Things progressed normally from there, working up her sides and back until I reached the back strap of her bikini. She reached back and undid it as I got close, just a hint of a tan line getting revealed.

I took a chance and leaned down, kissing right in the centre of that tan line on her spine.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” Becca sighed happily.

I kissed again, up higher between her shoulder blades, which made me shift a little higher as I straddled her legs and my crotch pressed against her ass.

“Sorry,” I said. There was no way she hadn’t felt my hard cock against her.

“No, it’s fine,” she said, and shifted her ass back against me more firmly. “Keep going.”

“OK,” I said, and leaned high up to keep massaging her shoulders, pushing my hard cock more firmly against her ass through our swimsuit bottoms.

Becca was putty in my hands at this point, and I slowly worked her shoulders and neck as she let me move her arms and head into better positions. She had a soft smile on her lips and her eyes closed most of the time. I worked down one arm and then the other, softly massaging her palms and our fingers wrapping together. Cassidy spoke up here and had me shift a bit for better light on a few shots of our hands intertwined, muttering that it was ‘artistic as fuck’ and making Becca and I both chuckle.

Then I was back to the massage, and it turned out another of Becca’s surprise erogenous zones were her armpits, which surprised even her. I didn’t linger too long, since even though I could tell she was getting hornier she also found it mentally weird. I trailed my fingers down her sides, feeling her ribs softly under my fingertips and then slowly picking up the straps of her bikini top and re-fastening them.

“Time for the front,” I said softly.

“OK,” Becca smiled lazily. She let me help her roll over and reposition. Her nipples were hard and obviously poking against her top, and I straddled her stomach on my knees to try and help hide the darker patch on her bottoms from the camera as long as I could.

“I’m going to go top to bottom this time,” I said. “But first I really want to do this.”

“Do what?” she asked, opening her eyes.

I narrowed the distance between us, leaning lower, and brought my lips to hers in a soft, soulful kiss. She responded immediately, kissing me back, her tongue starting to work against mine as she raised her arms over her head on the towel to leave herself vulnerable to anything I wanted.

And Cassidy kept taking photos, the click-click of the digital shutter noise rapidly sounding off as she took photo after photo of her fiance making out with another woman.