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All characters are 18 years or older.
This story is a continuation of the AMA: The Boyfriend series. I would highly suggest starting with Chapter 1 if you have not already. This collection of short chapters was originally published on a daily basis, and are collected here for Literotica. In these chapters you can expect a couple of late night phone calls, morning MF fun, and Robbie's return to work.
The AMA was originally conceived of by Fantasy; this is just my version of the popular idea. Kudos to him and his original versions!
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Chapter 351
I was drawn upstairs again not by the siren song of my girlfriend and fiancee calling for me because they were ready for bed, but because Cassidy started absolutely cackling. Full on belly laugh like a cartoon witch stirring a bubbling cauldron.
And it didn't stop as I wandered up.
"What is going
on?
" I asked from the doorway.
Cassidy was sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaning back and fending off Cattie as the black-haired woman attempted to shove a pillow into her face to muffle her.
"It's not that funny," Cattie was laughing.
Cassidy just kept cackling.
"What is going on?" I repeated myself, chuckling with infectious humour as I approached the bed.
Cass rolled away from Cattie towards me, scrambling off the bed and hiding behind my back as she tried to catch her breath. Cattie had followed her for a moment, still holding the pillow threateningly with both hands but grinning and rolling her eyes.
"Heather got home," Cattie said, shaking her head. "And found out I got all my shit out of her place, along with her key to mine. She flipped out."
"How bad?" I asked.
"Just texts so far," Cattie sighed. "And I mean, it's
kind of
funny."
"I'm
sorry,
" Cassidy said, finally getting her breath back. "I'm just picturing her all bright pink from the sunburn, and then going red from being such a pissy bitch, storming around her apartment spitting mad and angry-texting."
Cattie's phone started ringing. It was sitting on a corner of the bed and we all leaned over to look at the screen.
"It's her," I said.
"
Please
answer it," Cassidy begged.
"No way," Cattie said, grabbing her phone and holding it behind her. "She doesn't get to talk to me whenever she wants. She can leave a damn message and I can decide whether I should call her back or not."
The ringing ended and Cattie sighed in relief, dropping the phone between her knees on the bed. She looked up at us. She was wearing black panties and what looked like one of my old T-shirts that had been pulled out of a drawer - her breasts were doing interesting things to the chest, but not for long because she pulled it off and dropped it to the side, baring her glorious tits to the two of us. Likely as a distraction.
It didn't even last long enough to say anything, though, because her phone started ringing again.
"Really?" Cattie grunted.
"OK, I take it back, don't answer," Cassidy smirked. "Let's see how many times she calls."
She called five times straight as we sat and shook our heads. Then we waited for almost a minute of silence, just staring at the phone.
"I think she's given up for the ni-" I started, but was interrupted by the phone ringing again.
"Robbie, my love," Cassidy said. "You've been with me, a particular
kind
of crazy, for our entire adult lives. Believe me, Heather is a different breed."
I was spared replying to that by my own phone starting to ring as well. This was a much more welcome call, and I smirked and shook my head at my fiancee before leaving the room again so the two of them could conspire.
"Hey, Freckles," I answered the final call I was expecting. "You home safe?"
"Mmmmrobbie," Zenya groaned. "So much driving. Many tired. Need sleep."
"Go to bed, Zee," I chuckled. "We can talk in the morning."
She sighed. "Remember how I said I'm secretly a super horny gal?" she asked.
"How could I forget?"
"Well, since I can't get you to come fuck me right now, can you
please
ask Cass to send me the files for our massage shoot? I want to get off and do it to the memory of you feeling me all over with those magic hands of yours."
That made me groan. "God, I wish I could come ravage you, Zenya," I said.
"Just so you know, you and Cass?" Zenya murmured. "Best fuck I've ever fucked."
"Oh yeah?" I asked.
"Mhmm," Zenya mumbled.
"Maybe you should just go to bed, Freckles," I chuckled.
"Mmf."
I couldn't even tell if she was arguing or agreeing.
"I'll get her to send them tomorrow, Zee. Good night."
I was pretty sure she'd fallen asleep and was going to either not remember this at all, or be super embarrassed in the morning. Hanging up, I shook my head and chuckled.
"Alright," I called upstairs. "Phone calls are done. Put that thing on silent because when I come up there I'm not leaving any tits unattended."
I made it up to the hallway and got hit in the face by the shirt that Cass had been wearing. When I got to the room I found Cassidy leaning in one corner and Cattie all the way in the opposite one, both topless with just panties on and both cupping their tits invitingly.
"Now what, Tiger?" Cass asked with a grin and a glint in her eyes. "How are you going to 'attend' to all the tits?"
"Pretty easily, actually," I said, making them both raise an eyebrow questioningly. I walked over to Cassidy and ran my fingers through her hair, pulling it back from her face and behind her ear. She looked up at me with a smile, still curious as to what I was doing, then burst out laughing as I bent over and picked her up over my shoulder. I didn't need to carry her far, just to the bed, and I tossed her down onto it but caught her ankles to keep her there. Then I looked over to Cattie. "Come make Cassidy suffocate in your delicious cleavage, my darling Catherine," I ordered her.
"That's cheating," Cassidy giggled as Cattie responded like a good Sub and followed my order. Soon Cassidy couldn't complain anymore because her mouth was wrapped around a tit and her pussy was getting teased by my cock as she spread her legs wide.
It was entirely possible we were going to need
another
new set of sheets before we went to sleep that night.
Chapter 352
Cassidy slipped from the bed, pressing her phone to her chest to hide the light of the screen.
"M'wha?" Robbie groaned, shifting as he swam back towards consciousness.
"Shh," Cassidy hushed him, leaning back over and giving him a kiss on the lips that made her grin a little. He still tasted like Cattie. "It's just a phone call, go back to sleep, Tiger."
"Mmf," he grunted, but Cattie shifted in her sleep in response to him moving and he ended up holding her and sighing contentedly.
Cassidy wanted to sigh at the cuteness of seeing them like that. She wanted to scream, too. Just a little. A smidge.
A jealous little smidge.
She rushed out of the room, her toes digging into the carpet as she kept the phone pressed to her chest until she hit the stairs. Then she answered it.
"Hey, are you OK?"
Wanda sobbed on the other end.
Cass rushed downstairs and curled up on the couch in the living room, pulling a blanket over herself since she was naked and the house was a little cool after sharing the bed with Robbie and Cattie. "Talk to me, babe," Cassidy said quietly.
"Cass, what the fuck is my
life?
" Wanda muttered and then sniffed hard. "God, how fucking stupid am I?"
"Shhh," Cassidy tried to soothe her. "Wanda, babe, your life is
wide open
and ready for you to chase whatever dreams you want."
"No, my life is a fucking
mess,
" Wanda said. "I'm fucking twenty-seven years old and going to be a
divorcee
because my husband is a degenerate cuckold simpy cockbag and I had no idea, but
I'm
sort of a degenerate slut who fucking likes to be degraded by
your
fiancee. Like, how fucked up is that? And my career is, like, what even
is
my career? I fucking dress up in costumes and post pictures online and people, like, buy access to them. I don't know how to fucking
do
anything except how to pose the best to tease with my ass. If the world fucking ended I wouldn't be useful to any survivor group except as a fucking, like, bedwarmer. I'd be the pitiful sex slave chained to a bed who dies to the zombies instead of doing something useful. Or I'd be the hot chick at the start of the movie who is already infected before the apocalypse even begins properly. Cassidy, what the fuck is my
life?
"
Cass had to bite her hand to stop from snickering a little as Wanda went off the rails in a way that only a nerdy girl could. Her role in a potential zombie apocalypse was
not