AMA: The Boyfriend: Chapter 21-25

Chapter 21

I just kept my head down, buried under my arms as I hugged my knees to my chest. Someone was here, I could hear them trying to talk to me. My ears were full of this whom-whom-whom sound like I was stuck in an echo chamber that just kept bouncing the same sounds over and over into an unintelligible mess.

Whoever it was put a hand on my arm, still talking to me, or around me? Their voice was like listening to an adult on a Peanut’s cartoon, unintelligible and feeling unimportant.

Someone else was upset, I could tell that. Not the person talking.

The hand left my arm and reached down, gently cupping my cheek and jaw and forcing me to look up. It was Cattie, kneeling on the floor of the bathroom, looking at me with concern obvious on her face. Cassidy was behind her in the doorway of the bathroom, crying her eyes out as she covered her mouth with her hands.

Cattie said something to me, but I still didn’t hear any of it. My entire body felt like I was seized up, my muscles aching from the strain, but I couldn’t even care to try and stop that from happening. She felt my forehead and checked my pulse at my neck, her fingers hot against my clammy skin. Cattie turned to Cassidy and said something. Cassidy rushed forward and climbed half over the toilet to get beside me, and then they were trying to get me up. Cassidy was still crying, and Cattie was talking to me in this tone that was super even, and I think that might have helped because even though I wasn’t really comprehending what she was saying, my body still reacted and loosened enough.

They got me to my feet and moved me out of the bathroom. They sat me down on the bed and Cattie said something to Cassidy, who went digging into a drawer while Cattie pulled my shirt over my head. Cassidy came back with one of my sweaters, and together they got it on me and then moved me back further onto the bed until I was laying on my side. Cattie got the covers over me as I curled up, staring at the wall.

Cassidy tried to climb onto the bed to get next to me, but Cattie told her to stop.

“Stop.”

I heard it clearly. And then I had one of the strangest moments of my life - I’d heard people say ‘It was like I was watching my own life happen around me,’ but I’d never experienced it before. It was like I was watching it on TV, like it wasn’t happening to me.

“Cassidy, he’s in shock,” Cattie said. “What happened, did someone say or do something?”

“I- I don’t know,” Cassidy sobbed. “I was sitting in his lap, and we were joking around and making plans with Becca for the week. He said he needed to stretch his legs, and then just made a beeline for the stairs down here. I thought he just needed to go to the washroom, but I got this bad feeling and wanted to come check. Why did you come down here?”

“Because I saw the look on his face,” Cattie said. “He wasn’t OK, so I got out of the conversation I was in. This doesn’t just happen from nothing though, Cass. Did something else happen? Did the cheating come up or something?”

“No, we didn’t say anything to Becca,” Cassidy said. “I mean, she was flirting a bit with him, and I could tell she was doing it more when she saw I was OK with it. But why would that make him-?”

“Wait, why are you OK with Robbie being flirted with?” Cattie asked.

“Because it’s part of- I-,” Cassidy blew out a deep breath. “This week is part of my apology to him. I want him to sleep with as many of the girls who want him as he can because he deserves to have it.”

Cattie looked at Cassidy like she was crazy. “What? You want him to cheat on you to make up for cheating on him with some girl years ago?”

Cassidy was hugging herself as she lowered her head, the tears running thick down her cheeks. “It’s not cheating if I want him to. And it wasn’t just one girl, or one time.”

Cattie was quiet for a long moment, then turned and checked on me, putting two fingers on my neck to check my pulse again. She was grimacing, trying to think of what to say. When she seemed happy I wasn’t escalating, she stood and took Cassidy by the shoulders and sat her down. “Cassidy, what does that mean? I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

“Hundreds,” Cassidy whispered.

“Hundreds of times?” Cattie asked, her eyes going wide.

Cassidy nodded her head. “With hundreds of girls. Over three and a half years.”

The crack cut through the room like a knife.

Cattie had slapped Cassidy fucking hard. So hard that Cassidy had actually whipped around and half collapsed onto the bed, her face hot with the red handprint on her cheek.

“That,” Cattie said, rubbing her hand from the sting, “Is for Robbie, because I know damn well he would probably rather hurt himself than show you how much you hurt him.”

“Um,” Terra said, hesitating in the doorway to the cabin. She’d seen the slap, her eyes wide as she looked around the room. “What’s going on?”

Chapter 22

“I deserved it,” Cassidy said, quickly standing up and pulling Terra into the room and shutting the door.

Terra was obviously confused and hesitant about getting dragged into things, but also concerned as she looked over at me on the bed. “What the fuck is going on?” she asked again.

“Tell her,” Cattie said to Cassidy.

“Early in our relationship I cheated on Robbie hundreds of times with other girls,” Cassidy said, trying to keep her voice steady but failing as she sobbed at the word ‘hundreds.’ As she continued her words picked up speed as she tried to get it all out. “I told him on the way here, and we came to an agreement and I thought everything was going to be alright but all of a sudden he came down here and we found him curled up in the bathroom and Cattie says he’s in shock and it’s all my fault and I’m fucking awful and I don’t deserve him or anyone and I hate myself and he should hate me too but he doesn’t and I don’t know what to doooo…” She broke down into sobbing again. “I tried so hard to make it up to him,” she said between her chest heaving. “But I had to tell him before we got married.”

“Jesus fuck,” Cattie said. “You told him today!?”

Cassidy just nodded.

“Well now I get the slap,” Terra said, still wide-eyed and trying to figure out her bearings in the conversation.

“Cassidy, you told Robbie today?” Cattie repeated. “Of course he’s not fucking OK. You ripped his heart out and immediately brought him somewhere he couldn’t show his emotions and had to hide everything inside. He bottled it up for you, to spare you. And you asked him to do things that he’s probably only fantasized about - flirt with other girls. Sleep with other girls. All while he’s trying to process you doing that behind his back. Do you not realize how fucked that is?”

“Yes!” Cassidy yelled, then punched the wall of the cabin. “Fuck!” she shouted in pain, but even while she held her hand she turned back to the other two girls. “I had to tell him. I thought starting here would be a good idea because you told me how horny a bunch of the single girls got last year. I thought giving him a kickstart to sleeping with other women here, surrounded by beautiful women, was part of my apology. And I kept wanting to tell him, but I was terrified, and then it was this morning and he was packing the stuff in the truck, and I couldn’t tell him, and then we were driving out of Vegas and I couldn’t tell him, and then we were in the middle of the desert and I was out of time and I told him and it was horrible but he didn’t hate me. He didn’t turn us around. He wouldn’t hit me.”

Cattie closed her eyes and took deep breaths, clearly still angry with her friend, but instead of saying anything she came over to me on the bed and sat down, stroking my hair. I still didn’t feel like I was in my own body, couldn’t respond. Couldn’t tell her it was true, that I’d accepted it. I wasn’t feeling much of anything.

“Robbie needs rest, and water and food,” Cattie said calmly. “Terra, could you go grab some water from the fridge, and a burger from upstairs? Just plain. And please don’t tell anyone what’s going on.”

“I won’t,” Terra nodded, then looked at Cassidy. “Every relationship has its problems. This is a big one, but no one deserves their dirty laundry getting aired out.”

She left, and Cassidy closed the door behind her and then collapsed to the floor on her knees. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.

Cattie was crying now, I realized. Thick tears on her cheeks, dark with mascara and eyeliner from her gothy look.

“Robbie’s going to be OK,” she said quietly. “And he’s going to forgive you eventually. I could see it on his face when he told me just that little bit upstairs. He still loves you, Cass. But you really fucked up, and giving him sexual freedom to explore isn’t going to fix it. My mom offered that to my dad when they were fighting, you know? He could have affairs, and tell her about them or not. He could fuck around as much as he wanted. But you know what he told me?”

“What?” Cassidy asked.

“He never did,” Cattie said. “Even when they were at their worst, he never did because he was still thinking of the woman he’d loved and couldn’t hurt her that deeply, even if she wasn’t there anymore. And that’s the thing, Cass. You’re not the same woman Robbie loved anymore. Not to him. You’re a different person. One with a hell of a lot of baggage he didn’t know about, directly hung around his shoulders.”

“I tried,” Cassidy said. “I tried for so long to try and make it up to him.”

“But you still did it,” Cattie said. “I love my Mom, but she’ll always be a Cheater to me. She’ll always be the woman who went behind my Dad’s back without a thought about what it would do to him or me. For sex. Robbie’s still going to love you, but it’s not going to be the same. He will question everything you do for a long time, if he ever stops. He’ll wonder if every friend you make is the next person you’ll sleep with and re-open this wound. Every time you look at your phone and it’s not him texting or calling. And you’re going to need to live with that, and not hold it against him or resent him for any of the feelings he has.”

“I won’t,” Cassidy said, crawling across the floor. She propped her chin on the bed, looking at me through her tear-sodden eyes as reaching out to brush my face. “I won’t ever. He’s my everything. I’m so sorry, Robbie.”

I cried too, though I didn’t have much left, and feeling those tears was like I turned off the TV and I was in my own life again. I hurt all over, internal and external, and I had a fucking huge headache.

Painfully, I reached down and took Cattie’s hand as she sat next to me on the bed. She looked down at me in surprise, then gripped my fingers tight.

“Cass?” I whispered, barely above a breath. “I know. It just- it hurts.”

She broke down again, and I wiggled a little closer, pressing my forehead to hers as she cried into the sheets.

Chapter 23

Terra came back with food and sat on the bed as Cattie urged me to sit up so I could eat and drink. Cassidy tried to feed me herself, but I told her I was OK enough to do that, and sent her to clean herself up in the washroom. She scrubbed off her makeup and washed her face, not wanting to re-apply anything before coming back to me and just hugging my arm as I finished the burger. There was still a red mark on her cheek from Cattie’s slap, but it didn’t look like it would bruise.

“Thank you,” I said to Terra. “And I’m sorry you got looped into this. I- This is embarrassing.”

“It’s trauma,” Terra said. “You should really book some therapy, both of you.”

“Already done,” I said. “Individual and couples.”

She nodded, then turned to Cattie. “You handled yourself well, other than the slap.”

Cattie told her a bit about her own experience with infidelity, and how she was slowly finishing up her degree in Psychology with a focus on the field after her experiences with her parents. Eventually, Terra patted my knee and told me to get some rest, then took my empty plate and left us in the room. Soon I was laying down again, spooned up behind Cassidy as she wrapped my arms around her, and I was surprised to have Cattie spoon up behind me. They were both over the covers and I was under, and it felt fucking good, but they were both still in bikinis.

I decided I didn’t care, and tried to just focus on my breathing instead of the thoughts in my head. Cattie and Cassidy kept talking - I was pretty sure Cattie apologized for slapping her, and Cassidy refused the apology on the grounds that she deserved it. They talked quietly and held me. I might have dozed off once or twice, but I came back to full consciousness when the voice echoed in the hallway.

“What the fuck?” Heather said, then she called louder. “Cattie, are you down here?”

Cattie sighed and let go of me, sliding off the bed and going to the door. She stepped out and closed it behind her, but we could still hear her in the hallway.

“Sorry, babe, I-”

“What the fuck, why do you look like you were just choking on a cock?” Heather interrupted her.

“What? Oh,” Cattie replied. “I was crying earlier. Look, I’m just having a conversation with Cass and Robbie, and it got a little intense. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“Cattie, I didn’t say you could just leave,” Heather said.

I frowned at this, and I felt Cassidy tense a little in my arms. What the fuck?

“I know, and I said I’m sorry,” Cattie said again. “But this was important. We talked about this when I agreed. I need to have time with my friends and for work.”

“And we also agreed that we would make clear notice when the game was on and off,” Heather said. “That’s not one-sided. You agreed to be my full-time Sub for this trip. I decide things, not you.”

“Heather, I-”

“Am I wrong?” Heather demanded.

“No, Mistress,” Cattie replied.

“What the hell?” Cassidy whispered to me.

“Then what do you have to say for yourself?”

“May I please return to my friends and continue my conversation, Mistress?” Cattie asked quietly. “It was important.”

“You can go say goodbye, and then clean yourself up. You look like a fucking whore, and only I get to decide when you look like a whore,” Heather said. “Then come back upstairs. When you find me, you’ll take off your top and ask me to lotion you up. I can’t believe you let that idiot put his hands on you.”

“Heather-”

“What was that?” Heather interrupted.

“Mistress,” Cattie said. “Stop it.”

“Stop what, slut?”

“Yellow,” Cattie said.

“Really?” Heather scoffed.

“Yes,” Cattie said. “Stop insulting my friends.”

“Fine,” Heather said. “I’ll stop. Alright?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Cattie said. “May I go now, Mistress?”

“One more thing,” Heather said. There was some movement, quiet through the walls, and I had no idea what might be going on. “That’s a better slut,” Heather said softly. “Good. Now, do what I said.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Cattie said.

Heather walked away, and a few moments later Cattie slid the door to our room back open and stepped in.

“Hey, guys. Sorry, I want to keep talking but-”

“Cattie, we heard,” Cassidy said.

Cattie went a little pale, which was honestly sort of a feat in and of itself considering she was almost porcelain white to begin with. “I’m so sorry,” she said.

“Are you alright?” I asked. “We might be fucked up right now, but if you need to talk…”

“No, I’m- It’s fine,” Cattie said. “Heather and I, we- Fuck, I know your deep dark secret, so what the fuck? Heather and I were having some problems last year because we were away almost more than we were together, and she was feeling unfulfilled. She ended up wanting to, ah, Domme me, and we tried it and she really loved it. For the last couple of months I haven’t been feeling it, and I sort of promised to go all in this week.”

“Are you sure?” Cassidy asked. We were both sitting up now.

I thought I saw a brief moment of hesitation, but Cattie nodded. It was just enough to worry me, but not enough for me to get my mouth moving. “I’m sure. What’s between me and her is agreed on. The way she’s acting with you two isn’t OK, and I still need to talk to her about earlier. But I called her on it, and she backed down.”

“If you’re sure,” I said. “And if you need us, just say so.”

“I’ll be fine,” she assured us. “But I need to go. She’s going to be impatient.”

“What did she make you do out there?” Cassidy asked.

Now Cattie went pink in the chest and cheeks as she flushed. “I, um, had to get down in Humble pose and lick her feet.”

“And you enjoy that?” Cassidy asked.

“I’m doing it for her,” Cattie said and then smiled softly. “Take your time down here. I’ll see you out there when you’re ready, OK?”

Then she left.

“What the fuck,” I muttered, shaking my head.

“Do you want that?” Cassidy asked me quietly. Now that we knew the walls were so thin into the hallway, we were both being extra quiet.

“Want what?” I asked.

“To do what Heather does. To Dom me?”

“I… don’t know,” I said honestly. “It might be fun to try, but there’s a reason we both felt uncomfortable with the way Heather was talking to Cattie.”

“What do you think Humble position is?” Cassidy asked.

I shrugged, and Cassidy opened up her phone and googled it. Turned out it was a sort of face-down, ass-up position used in BDSM to present the submissive for punishment.

“Fuck,” Cassidy said, and I knew we were both imagining Cattie in that position. I couldn’t even blame Cassidy, it had sprung into my head as well.

Chapter 24

Cassidy and I stayed on the bed for another hour or so, holding each other. She apologized multiple times, and I accepted them, though I still couldn’t bring myself to say I forgave her. She ended up going out to the kitchen to scrounge up some more food. We’d heard some of the girls come downstairs and talking, and we’d guessed right and Cassidy came back with some burger patties and more water.

I apologized to Cassidy as well, for scaring her, even if I hadn’t done it intentionally. And that just sparked her apologizing all over again, this time for being an asshole and telling me when she did, and not thinking more about what I would need after she told me. She’d focused so much on the telling, and worrying about the fallout, that she hadn’t actually thought that much about the After beyond her idea for the apology.

“How are you feeling about that now?” I asked her.

She hesitated, even her chewing slowing. I was sitting up at the top of the bed with my back to the headboard, and she was sitting between my legs with her back to my chest. I’d taken the sweater off, having gotten too hot, and she’d taken off her bikini top so she could sit with her completely bare back against my chest.

“I know what Cattie said, but I still want you to do it. Do them,” Cassidy said.

“Why?” I asked. “Why put yourself through that?”

“It’s not me going through it,” she said. “It’s you getting what you deserve. It’s me wanting you to have what I had, to share the feeling with you. The power. What’s mine is yours. That’s what we’re going to be vowing to each other. I need it to be true. And maybe, if you allow it, someday we can share it together and take any girl you want into our bed with us. But I’ll never do that without you. And it never has to happen if you don’t want it to.”

I just chewed and swallowed.

“I’m yours,” Cassidy said. “I don’t know how to prove it.”

“I don’t know either,” I sighed.

“What about a tattoo?” Cassidy asked. “Your name. Or like ‘Robbie’s Property’?”

I made a face. “No, that’s definitely not it,” I said.

“What about a little one on my hand, or my palm?” she asked. “Something so that every time I look at it, I know it means I’m yours, and everything I touch will only be something you approve of.”

“Cass, I’m not your owner,” I said. “You aren’t my property.”

“No, I am,” she said, and turned in my lap and hugged herself to me. “I’m your property. I don’t know how else to say it. I belong to you. It’s how I’ve tried to live since that day I woke up from the fog of the App.” She leaned back and kissed me softly on the lips and then looked me in the eye. “Will you please say it for me?”

I took a deep breath and looked my fiance in the eye. “Cassidy, do you want to be owned by me, heart and body and soul?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Desperately. Forever.”

“Alright,” I said. “Then you’re mine. I own you.”

“Thank you,” she said, and kissed me again with her arms around my neck and her tits pressed against to my chest.

We didn’t really have an idea of what that meant, but it seemed to settle something between us. At least for the moment.

I changed into a new shirt - the one I had been wearing before had gotten some vomit on it - and Cassidy put her bikini top back on and then went back into the washroom to reapply her makeup. She was going light on it and using a waterproof brand since the lake was so nice.

And then we left our room and made our way back up to the topdeck, and almost no one seemed to even notice we’d been gone for so long.

Terra was the first to come over, eyeing us both quickly. “Good?” she asked.

“Better,” I nodded, and Cassidy took my hand in both of hers and nodded.

“OK. Let me know if you need something,” Terra said. “But try to have fun, I guess?”

“We will,” I said, forcing a bit of a smile. “Thanks.”

Slowly we merged back into the ongoings. Cassidy got me a beer, and herself a water, from the cooler that was open on the Singles Boat. JC wandered over and chatted me up about some general sports stuff, and I mostly just nodded and pretended I knew or cared about what he was talking about. He was a decent guy - and also the only other man on the trip - or else I would have usually tried to avoid a conversation like that.

The thing I couldn’t ignore was that Cattie and Heather were both topless again. The girls were all over the topdecks of both boats, and a few others had joined the lesbian couple. Ami, the beautiful Chinese woman with the long legs, was also standing around topless with that silky sarong around her hips. Her breasts were clearly enhanced, but still hung wonderfully instead of looking bolted on, and she didn’t seem to have gone up sizes so far that they didn’t match her size. Her areolas were only a little tanner than her warm skin tone and capped each of her breasts nicely.

Sherry, Cattie’s sister, also seemed to be following her sister’s lead and had disposed of her top. The small woman was grinning and sitting in the hot tub on our boat, her toothy smile almost too much for her face as her handful-boobs bobbed on top of the water. Ginnie, the other small woman with the super curly and long hair, was with her also topless. Her breasts were smaller, but seemed to fit her frame nicely, and bounced perkily as she laughed at something.

The afternoon was getting on, and everyone was starting to seem pretty well lubricated in the alcohol department when Cattie made her way back over to Cassidy and I. We’d just ended a conversation with Zenya and Wanda and were now standing at the edge of the top deck and looking out at the amazingly deep blue of the lake.

“Hey you two,” Cattie said, coming up and putting her arms around both of our waists. “How are you?”

“Better,” I said. “Thank you for stepping in. I don’t know what I would have done.” I leaned in and kissed her on the head over her ball cap.

“Better,” Cassidy echoed. “And working to be better.”

“I’m glad,” Cattie nodded. “I-”

“Cattie,” Heather called to her from across on the Singles Boat. “Cattie, come over here.”

“Sorry,” Cattie blushed. “I’ll check in later.”

“That’s going to get annoying quickly,” Cassidy said, watching her friend quickly make her way around the people talking and drinking to reach Heather’s side.

“Yep,” I said, trying not to make it look like I was staring at Heather - or her big, bare chest. “But we can’t say anything unless we’re really concerned, not just annoyed.”

I could tell Cassidy wanted to argue, but she swallowed it and nodded. Then she sighed. “Her boobs are ridiculously nice though, right? Like, it makes me self-conscious.”

I couldn’t help but snort a little. “Cass, your boobs are wonderful. Now, my girl,” I said, sliding my arm around her waist. “Are you done with the water bottle?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded, looking at me with a suspicious expression. “Why?”

“So that I can set it down for you,” I said, and did so. Then I scooped her up into my arms. “And so that I can do this.”

“Robbie!” Cassidy gasped, and she scrambled to get her sunglasses off of her face and tossed them towards a nearby chair as I stepped over the railing of the deck.

“We’re hitting the water,” I called over my shoulder to whoever cared. “Marco Polo!”

And I tossed Cassidy and jumped in after her.

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Cassidy was laughing and clung to me as we surfaced. She looked into my eyes and I could see it like a physical thing in front of me - she loved me. I could see it because she had that grin that reached up into her eyes, but she also had a hint of worry for me.

“Don’t push yourself,” she whispered to me. Several more people were jumping into the water with big whoops and splashes. “I love you.”

“I know,” I said, and kissed her lightly, tasting the lake water on her. My fiance’s deep, vibrant violet hair got darker when it was wet, almost like her natural colour, and it reminded me of that first party we went to as a couple - it was a celebration for our high school swim team, and there’d only been maybe a dozen of us. I’d jumped into the pool with her clinging to me and howling with laughter.

Now, in Lake Powell, I smirked as I tickled her side for a moment and she squealed a laugh and jerked away. I made some space with a couple of strokes and called out, “Cassidy is it!”

“Oh, you cheater!” Cassidy laughed. “Fine.” She closed her eyes and shouted, “Marco!”

We had to adjust our rules on the fly. Marco Polo is usually played in a pool, not an open lake, and pools have walls. Usually the person who was ‘it’ would yell ‘Marco!’ and would have to try and find and tag one of the other players by listening to their response yell of ‘Polo!’ The first rule addition was no one was allowed to duck underwater. The next came soon after when Cassidy managed to work together with Wanda to get me tagged It by Zenya - I was just plain faster than all of them. Being in a championship high school swim team will do that, even a couple years after college. To compensate, the girls were allowed to dunk under water while I was It to try and even the playing field.

And that’s when things started to get interesting.

There were six of us playing - Wanda, Leia, Zenya and Ami had all jumped into the lake after us. Once the rules had changed, it seemed like the girls had made an unspoken pact to try and get me tagged. They started bunching up, trying to stick near me to get whoever was it to move in my direction.

Wanda was It, slowly rotating in the water as she listened to us splashing around. “Marco!” she called.

Immediately we all called back, “Polo!” and started to move, except Cassidy was on one side of me and Zenya was on the other. When I went to try and swim backwards to escape Wanda, who was tearing towards us through the water, Cassidy pointed off to one side, “Tiger, look.”

I looked. If I was being competitive about the game, like we would be back on the swim team (put a bunch of swimmers in a pool and all sorts of competitions start), I wouldn’t have fallen for it. But I wasn’t, and I looked, and I was glad I did.

Ami was off to the left, and when I looked she propelled herself higher out of the water, squeezing her bare breasts and making an exaggerated winking face with her tongue stuck out at me. Now, I’d been well aware that she was topless the entire game, but we mostly only had our head and arms out of the water as we were swimming around. Now I got a full flash as the lake water rolled off of her accentuated tits and her tan nipples pointed and jiggled with her movements and shaking.

“Gotcha!” Wanda said, planting a hand on my chest and opening her eyes with a grin.

“I’ve been bamboozled,” I laughed.

Wanda looked over and saw Ami smirking and biting the corner of her lip playfully, making Wanda laugh as well. “All’s fair in love and war,” she said. “You’re still it!”

I rolled my eyes with a grin and closed them, counting to ten to give Wanda and the girls time to move away. “Marco,” I called.

“Polo,” they call back, and immediately there was a chorus of splashes and then relative quiet. All of them had ducked under water at the same time.

I took a deep breath and just listened, and when the first ripple of a splash echoed to my left I took off. I was fast, but when I got there I flailed around a bit and didn’t catch anyone. Others had surfaced, and heard some more splashes. Maybe I’d just heard someone's foot kicking the surface.

“Marco,” I called.

“Polo,” four voices replied. Cassidy was definitely one of them. I started to slowly move now. This went on for another minute or two, the giggles of the women guiding me more than the splashes and the call and response.

Then I got touched. A hand, slim fingered, brushed across my ass as I was treading water. I yelped, surprised, and by the time I realized what it was and turned to try and tag whoever it was, they were gone.

“Nice buns, Robbie,” Ami called to me from about fifteen yards away.

“Get a nice feel?” I asked her, still with my eyes shut.

“I’ll need a better one to really know,” Ami chuckled.

“As long as he doesn’t tag you!” Cassidy said from somewhere to my right with a laugh, then slipped under water again as I darted through the water towards her.

Another couple of hands touched my ass over the next two minutes, and someone else tickled one of my feet. Then I could tell someone was getting cocky and was slipping up behind me again, and I turned and leapt forward.

“Oof!” Zenya said, as surprised as I was when I planted face first between her sizable breasts.

“I am so sorry,” I said, opening my eyes as I steadied her with one hand.

She started laughing, full throated and loud. “It’s OK,” she said. “Serves me right for trying to goose you. Cass, I think I just motorboated your fiance.”

“Did he get his money's worth?” Cassidy asked.

“Not really,” Zenya said. “It was more of a head on collision.”

“Well, we’ve got good insurance,” Cassidy said. “Might as well run the motor a bit.”

This made Zenya scrunch up her nose in a grin and she grabbed my head and pulled her back into her chest. She was still wearing her swimsuit, but I got a faceful of cleavage as she smothered me for another long moment. I made the requisite ‘motorboat’ noise, and all of the girls were laughing when Zenya pushed me away and closed her eyes, counting loudly to start her turn.