AMA Boyfriend - S01 E424

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AMA Boyfriend - S01 E424

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 424

Chapter 424

If morning sex and a shower with my girlfriend were luxurious, coming out of the bedroom half-dressed to a fully made breakfast of waffles, bacon, and sausage was the cherry on top. The addition of Wanda's perfect, naked ass bouncing to the beat of some music playing from her phone as she was stirring something at the stove put it all over the top.

"Good morning, Blondie," I said as I walked up behind her.

"Good morning, Tiger," she said, flashing a bright smile over her shoulder at me.

I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her - she was wearing an apron and that was it. Becca and I hadn't done anything more than some grabass in the shower, so I hadn't gotten more than half chubbed up again after two big orgasms in bed, but as Wanda groaned happily and leaned her bare back against my bare chest she had to feel me starting to stiffen up as her ass pressed against my pelvis.

"This smells amazing," I told her, leaning over her shoulder and taking a big whiff of the red, sugary sauce she was stirring.

"Fresh strawberry topping," she said. "For the waffles, since you're so sweet."

"You didn't need to go to this much trouble," I said, diverting from my sniffing to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"No, I did not," she said, pivoting a little in place to slide a hand around my waist and hug me while she kept up the stirring, not letting the sugary, fruit-crammed gloop settle and start to burn. "But I wanted to. For you and for Becca. I was a little much last night, and you guys were amazing."

"I'll be here whenever and however you need," I promised her, and since she was looking up into my eyes intensely, I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. I'd read her right, and she kissed me back in a lingering liplock.

"Grab her ass," Becca called from where she'd sat down at the kitchen island.

I smiled into the kiss, and Wanda hummed a laugh as my hand slid down from the small of her back to one of those utterly perfect butt cheeks, giving it a mighty squeeze followed by a soft spank and another squeeze.

"MmmMMmm," Wanda growled, clearly liking it, but then she pulled away. "Um, Robbie- Maybe I'm sending some, uh, mixed signals here, but I'm not ready for sex yet, OK? Soon. Seriously soon. But not yet."

"That's totally fine with me, Wanda," I said, sliding my hand back up from her but and raising my other one to brush some of her blond hair away from the side of her face and behind her ear. It was hanging loose and had a slight uncontrolled waviness she usually styled out of it. "It doesn't have to happen at all this weekend. Or ever again, if you think going celibate is what you need."

"God, no," she chuckled, pulling me down into another quick kiss. "I'm still processing stuff, I'm not shrivelling up from the inside out. And right now my boundaries are that you can kiss the hell out of me, grab my ass, and be your romantic self. Just no sex, OK?"

"How about a massage later?" I offered. "To help you destress."

"Oooh," Becca said from behind us.

"That sounds amazing, but... I think if we do that, you end up balls deep in me, Tiger," Wanda smirked. "We'll see how I'm feeling? And I won't say no to you giving Becca one later today."

"We've got plans for you this morning already," Becca grinned.

Wanda pulled the simmering sauce off the stovetop and poured it into a heat-safe bowl, and we joined Becca at the kitchen island to eat. The waffles weren't the best I'd ever had, but they were pretty good, crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside. It really wasn't fair to compare, though - I worked in a high-end hotel with multiple restaurants. Waffles were a staple we had to get right. The bacon was my favourite level of crispy without being too stiff, and when I asked, Becca admitted that they'd texted Cassidy for the info.

Once we'd tucked in, and I was groaning over the amount of carbs and sugar I was devouring because the waffles topped with fresh whipped cream and the strawberry topping were fucking heavenly, the girls told me about their plans for the day. We had the rest of the morning and noon free, so they wanted to show me a bit of the city they'd both grown up in, and then in the afternoon Wanda had another logistical meeting with Brodi and his sister over the divorce. Becca would be going with her as her backup, though she also mentioned to me that Brodi's sister was being very neutral in how she approached things.

While they were over at Wanda's old place, the girls figured I could either post up here in Becca's apartment to get some work done or head out to one of the many coffee shops in the area.

"Then, tonight, we're taking you out on a date," Wanda said with a grin.

"As long as Wanda is feeling OK," Becca cautioned, slowing Wanda's roll a little bit.

"I can push through," Wanda shook her head.

"Can is different from should," I told her, putting my hand on the top of her thigh and rubbing it lightly.

"Fine," Wanda sighed. "If I'm feeling like shit and crying my eyes out, we can wallow here in my self-pity instead of going out and making the best of it."

"Really making it sound like a valid option," Becca snorted.

We finished eating, and the girls pretty much bodily wrestled me away from the kitchen, putting my phone in my hand so that I could take care of my morning communications. The group chat was already active, and as I started sending out my Good Morning texts it picked up - Becca and Wanda were doing the dishes, and I sent a picture of them side-by-side from behind to the group chat, Becca in just a bra and panties and Wanda still wearing that apron. There was a lot of teasing all around between the girls, and in the meantime, I also checked in with them individually.

Cassidy and Terra both said they were feeling pretty rough after their fun night and had almost missed their appointment to pick up the U-Haul truck and learn how to hook Terra's car up on the towing trailer thing. They'd gotten the little lesson, though, and were feeling confident. Ami was having a good day so far and was cuddled up at her place getting some editing done with all the pictures she'd taken over the trip. Leia was out with Ginny and a couple of other friends at a small local Con, and she was sending pictures of herself in an Anime character outfit that I couldn't place whatsoever - it was apparently part of a group costume and not her usual armour and weapons style, though she did have a big, homemade magic-looking staff. A couple of the pictures she sent me, and not to the group chat, were with Ginny and the little OnlyFans model was making ahegao faces at the camera, and in one she was pulling aside the chest of her costume and flashing a nipple while Leia was rolling her eyes.

Cattie was gearing up for some of her own family drama, and I ended up hopping on a call with her while the girls were finishing up the dishes and headed into their bedrooms to get ready for going out. My gothy girlfriend was going to see her Mom and Step Father, which was always a touchy subject at the best of times, but she had to try and explain what the fuck was going on between her, Sherry and Heather, and that was probably going to include telling them she'd jumped from being in a long term lesbian relationship to a long distance relationship with the fiance of her best friend, which also happened to be polyamorous. There wasn't much of a way to soften it either - Sherry could easily drop a bunch of truth bombs if Cattie didn't come out with them herself.

I couldn't do a whole lot to help her out short of flying or driving down to Portland, but even that wouldn't be that helpful - the whole thing was going to be more about family dynamics than it was about me and Cass, and me being there to support her and put a face to a name for her parents really wouldn't be that big.

What I could do was give her an ear to vent to, and tell her that I loved her, believed that she would know the right things to say and do to protect herself and her heart, and that she was amazing.

It seemed to help.

Zenya was on a completely different track of mind. She wasn't dealing with familial strife, and hadn't gone to the local Con - she was taking the weekend off after sprinting through all her work backlog that week from the trip. Her plans were relaxing, taking care of some household stuff, and playing some video games. And masturbating.

Apparently she was starting on that last one early, because she sent me a nasty picture of herself in her shower with a dildo, leaning forward and either gasping for breath or moaning loudly, her big tits hanging enticingly and one leg propped up on the edge of the bathtub as she fucked herself with the toy.

It was fucking hot.

I also had to mentally work to try and figure out how she'd taken it without someone else there to do it for her, and I settled on that she'd set up her phone on a tripod and set it to take pictures on a timer. It wasn't that strange a setup - in fact, it was a pretty standard system to use for models who worked alone and didn't have a photographer or handy friend for a shoot. The fact that she'd planned to take these pictures, and the only use for them was to send them to me, was fucking hot and I ended up pulling my cock out of my shorts and sending her a picture of it standing hard and proud.

Wanda caught me doing it, coming out of her room half-dressed, and burst out giggling. My explanation, and showing her the picture Zenya had sent me, didn't help her with those giggles but they did have her stroke my cock a couple of times with one hand before she pressed herself close, kissing me as it was squeezed between our stomachs.

Deciding now wasn't the time to ask if Becca wanted to go for a round two and a half that morning, I tried to will my poor soldier down as I returned to the couch to handle the last texts I needed to send that morning.

'Have time this afternoon if you want to talk about yesterday. I hope it wasn't too fucked,' I sent Dayana.

She started typing back almost immediately, so she must have been on her phone already. 'We can talk Monday, it's fine.' Then quickly after, 'Well, it WASN'T fine, but we can still talk Monday.'

'You OK?' I asked.

She sent a Thumbs Up emoji, then after a long moment started typing again. 'I'm fine.' That made me sigh - I knew that fine rarely ever meant fine. But before I could figure out what to say, she started typing again. 'How is the woman you went to see?'

'Wanda is struggling through it,' I responded. 'She's dealing with a lot of pretty heavy stuff. Lots of lying coming out, dating back to when they were first dating. Her ex is pretty messed up.'

'Oh,' Dayana sent, and then, 'I hope you can help her out.'

'I'm trying. Thanks, Dayana.'

She was typing for a while after that, but in the end, all she sent me was another Thumbs Up emoji.

Sighing a little, I decided that was a fair place to leave things - we had to talk about us still, so talking about another one of my relationships was extra awkward. Instead, I stood up and wandered into the master bedroom, where Wanda and Becca were talking in the ensuite as they did their makeup. "What do I need to wear?" I asked them, still not sure where in the city they wanted to bring me.

"Outdoor clothes for a warm day, but keep in mind it might be raining," Becca called her answer.

"Expect it will rain at least... twice," Wanda added.

"Great," I sighed, looking at my carry-on. What did I pack that fit that description?