Title: Affection Multiplier App: The Boyfriend
By: BreaktheBar
Chapter 63
Before Cattie had even made it over to Heather, Wanda had extricated herself from her conversation with Heels and one of the college guys and quickly walked over to me. She was still wearing those baggy athletic shorts, which I had to assume was to hide her ass from the random guys, along with her red bikini top and sunglasses.
“Hey there, sailor,” she said with a grin. She slid her butt onto the wide armrest of the Adirondack chair and leaned her elbows onto her knees and her chin in her palms.
“If I’m the sailor, does that make you the lady I’ve got back in port?” I asked.
She laughed, her grin flashing. “Maybe it does,” she said.
I reached up and took one of her arms, and she sat up as I began to massage her hand softly in both of mine. “What exactly did Wanda say to you to get you over here so fast?” I asked.
“She said that our favourite guy needed to be entertained,” Wanda said, and took her hand from mine and stood back up. “Sit forward. You keep putting those hands to work for someone else, now it’s my turn.”
I followed her orders and sat my butt forward on the chair, and she climbed up behind me and slid her legs under the arms so that I was sitting between her legs.
“Now lean back slowly,” she said, putting her hands on my shoulders. I could hear the smile in her voice as she guided me back until I was leaning back against her chest, the breasts pressed against me lightly as I stopped short of putting my actual weight on her. “There it is,” she said quietly in my ear, and started kneading my neck.
“Mmgh,” I said, wincing as she found a knot quickly.
“Jesus, Robbie. You are tense as hell.”
“Yeah, I’m a little… stressed,” I admitted.
“Too bad we can’t take care of it in a more fun way,” she whispered in my ear.
I couldn’t help but smile at the implication.
“Now,” she continued as her fingers pressed higher up to my hairline. “What’s on your mind?”
“A lot,” I said.
“Do better than that,” she urged me. “I know you can. I have a hard enough time getting my husband to open up about his feelings. I’m not looking to enter the arena to drag yours out, too.”
“I’m a worrier,” I said. “Cassidy told you. I’ve got Older Sibling tendencies.”
“Who are you worried about?” she prodded. “I’m right here. Where’s Cassidy?”
“Taking a nap down in our room. I’m not worried about her right now,” I said.
“I hear a ‘But’ in there,” Wanda said. Her fingers moved up higher into my hair massaging the back of my scalp. “When do you worry about her?”
“Never,” I said. “At least, not since…”
“Since you found out she cheated,” Wanda finished for me.
I nodded, and she pushed her fingers higher and firmer along my scalp and through my hair. “I’m still thinking about that,” she said. “Whether it’s a good idea if we do anything else.”
“I understand,” I said. “It’s a lot.”
“I’m not saying no,” she clarified. “God, Robbie, you and her together? You’re magnetic. I’d want to sleep with you either way, but I think I’ve gotten wet by accident more than a couple of times today thinking about last night.”
I reached back and patted her outer thigh. “I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about you as well.”
“Good,” Wanda said, her voice getting a little huskier as she whispered again. “Because if I do decide to do more, I hope you’ll be ready too.”
I closed my eyes and debated whether to tell her or not. The tipping point was knowing that secrets were what caused all the bad emotions in my situation to begin with. I had to tell her the truth, or things could turn worse instead of better. “I need to tell you something,” I said.
“Well that sounds ominous,” Wanda said. “Is it that you already got a blowjob from Becca and blew her mind when you ate her out?”
I twisted around to try and look at her, and she was grinning. “She told you?” I asked.
“I’ve known Becca a lot longer than you might think,” Wanda grinned. “We came up online around the same time and have roomed together for more than a few Cons over the years. We’ve never done a shoot together so most people don’t know about it.”
“Are you OK with…?”
“With Becca getting hers? Absolutely,” Wanda said. “I’ve been telling her for a while that she needs a good fuck to wipe out all the bad mojo her ex left. You are planning on fucking her, right?”
“We’re taking it… slow,” you said.
Wanda rolled her eyes. “Slow my ass. You’ve already hit first, second and third base on this trip. I’d put money on you rounding home plate by the end of the day.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” I protested.
She glanced around, then leaned forward and gave me a soft, sweet and short kiss on the lips. “I know, Tiger,” she said, picking up Cassidy’s nickname for me. “That’s why I think I’m probably going to fall into bed with you as well. Now turn around so I can keep massaging you. If we keep going like this you’re going to be tenting those swim trunks of yours.”
I sighed and did as I was told, and she went back to massaging my scalp. “Now. If you’re not worried about me, and you’re not worried about Cassidy, who is it you’re worried about?” she asked.
“Everyone,” I said.
“That’s a big list, Robbie,” Wanda said. She trailed her fingers down my back and then up and under my shirt, softly scratching my back. As a massage it was completely ineffectual, but fuck did it feel good. “Planning on sleeping with everyone on this trip?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s not like that. I just think some of the girls are a little more… cavalier in trusting than others are.”
“I think the word you were looking for is naive,” Wanda said. “And that’s true, but even Sherry is old enough to drink and old enough to make her own decisions. Plus she has her sister here to look out for her.”
“I didn’t say my worries were rational or reasonable,” I sighed.
“Heels might fuck that guy,” Wanda said. I could feel her chin rest against my back as her fingers travelled to my sides. “Is that something you worry about?”
“I mean, I don’t like the idea of anyone on the trip taking a risk like that,” I said. “We don’t know anything about these guys.”
“Well, some of us do. At least those of us who have bothered talking to them,” Wanda pointed out. “Robbie, you need to relax. Until someone asks for your help, then you can go ham wild if you want.”
I snorted and hung my head low as I grinned and tried to suppress my giggle.
“What?” she asked, then started laughing as well. “What?”
“It’s buck wild, or going ham,” I laughed. “I don’t even know why it’s making me laugh so hard.” I could stop giggling about it.
“Oh my God,” Wanda chuckled, shaking her head.
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