AMA - The Boyfriend Ch. 321-330

We all stopped our bantering and turned to the fearless leader of the trip. Becca smiled and was standing up on the bed so she could see everyone. "I love you all, but unfortunately no matter how much we don't want to leave, weare in our final hours and there are things to do. I need everyone to get to whichever boat that your luggage is in. We're going to be pulling up anchor soon and starting the ride back to the rental dock, and you all need to be packing to be ready to go. When we get there we should have about an hour to eat lunch from the leftovers, and then we need to give the boats back. Does anyone have any questions?"

Zenya held up a hand. "I just want to say that I love you all as well. Not many of you were on last year's trip, but the group wasn't nearly as fun - and that's not even counting the fact that we all fell for our hunk. You're all amazing, and I can't wait to get to know each and every one of you better and better."

The girls gave a little cheer of agreement. With no other questions, I was inundated with a string of quick kisses as the ladies from the Single's Boat headed out first, leaving me with the ladies staying on the Couple's Boat - which, after the room swapping, was actually the majority. Ami gave me a quick kiss and a look as well, though, and headed out to catch up with Becca - she was supposed to be the second driver for the Single's Boat and I knew she would want to double-check she wasn't needed for a task.

That left me with Cattie, Wanda and Cassidy in the room that we'd been sharing.

"Did I see more of my clothes heading out that door?" I asked.

Cassidy snorted, and Cattie chuckled softly. "I promise that your favourite sweater will be coming home with us, Tiger," Cassidy said. "Your other shirts though..." She made a face.

"I think Cattie and I look pretty good in your shorts," Wanda said, running her thumbs along the elastic of the ones she was wearing. Cattie was wearing my other pair.

"I think you look good wearing my shirts, too," I said, moving to her and pulling her into a hug as I kissed the top of her head. "I don't mind my clothes going home with you. Especially because they'll be coming back with you. Well, as long as I havesomething to wear home."

"I was thinking that I should wear your sweater and that's it on the drive back," Cattie smirked. "I can sit in the back seat and flash you in the mirror."

"Naughty slut," Cassidy laughed, scrunching up her nose.

"I, for one, would like to make it home without crashing so I'm gonna say you need to wear something on that fine ass, Catherine," I said.

"Yes, Master," she sighed, rolling her eyes while trying not to laugh.

"God, that's hot," Wanda said. We'd stopped hugging but still had an arm wrapped down across her back so I could hold her hip.

"Soon, gorgeous," I said, pulling her a little tighter against me.

"I know," she said. "Um - speaking of 'soon,' my whole thing is going to blow up fast. Brodi is supposed to get home from Europe two days after I'm back, and I'm not waiting a fucking minute longer than necessary to start the divorce. I might be looking for a place as soon as in a week if he insists on staying at our place... How, um, soon do you think I could, y'know-"

"Immediately, babe," Cassidy said, quickly moving to Wanda and pulling her into a hug. "As soon as Robbie and I get through our first therapy appointments, I can get a ticket and come to help you with any moving you need to do." She glanced back at Cattie. "Same with you, bestie. I will be there ASAP, and I know Robbie will too but he's got specific work shifts."

Cattie sighed, shaking her head. "I've got a lease that I can't get out of for a few months, so I'll definitely come visit again but I can't move down right away." She turned to me. "But, if you want, I can stay through those appointments if you want me to. Then I can be there to help either of you if you need to vent to someone, or decompress, or whatever."

"That would be amazing, baby," I said, leaving Wanda to Cassidy and going and pulling Cattie into a hug as well. Just feeling her body against mine, knowing she was all mine and that I was free to love her, was a turn-on. I was about to bend down to kiss her but was interrupted by the clearing of a throat and a soft knock on the doorsill.

"Hey," Becca said. "So... we have a problem."

"What's up?" I asked.

"Heather and Sherry are missing," Becca said. "I tried calling them with the cell numbers I have in my files, but my reception is spotty out here and they might not have any. I-" she grunted and shook her head. "I kind of wish I could just fucking leave their problematic butts behind, but I can't. Cattie, I know you probably don't know, but did they have any plans or anything?"

Cattie shook her head, her brow furrowed in conflicted frustration and worry. "Not that I know of."

"They went off together, so unless they split up we know that much," Wanda said.

"Alright," I sighed, rubbing my face for a moment. "I guess we need to go look for them."

"God damn it," Cassidy sighed, and we all looked at her. "What? They're both assholes, I don't want to feel bad for them if they're in a 142 Hours situation or something."

I didn't have the heart to correct her incorrect numbers on the movie reference, mostly because I felt the same.

Chapter 325

"Fuck me," I grunted, pulling my socks and shoes on after drying off my feet.

"Gladly," Cattie said. "Drop your pants, Tiger."

I snorted and shook my head, standing back up straight. "If only."

"Alright," Becca said. "Robbie and Cattie, you guys go that way along the waterline, Terra and JC go straight out, and we'll go this way to split the difference. We know they left in this general direction. Ten minutes out, then turn around and come back. We don't want any of us getting lost either, and they could come back while we're out looking."

I had argued that Becca should stay with the boats, but she'd overruled me and I understood why. She was teamed up with Wanda, who along with Terra and JC were the most athletic of the group. The other ladies would hold down the fort and try calling us if Heather and Sherry did show up.

There wasn't much more to say, so we all checked our phones to note the time and set out. Cattie and I were following the path we'd seen Heather and Sherry first leave, but we didn't know when they might have cut inland looking for a place to shoot so we tried to stay fairly close to the waterline. About a minute into the hike, Cattie grunted.

"Scale of one to ten," I said. "How angry are you?"

"Eight," she said after a moment of thought. "Maybe eight point five. I mean, they are both adults. Unless one of them got bitten by something poisonous or they've been kidnapped by cannibal mutants that live out in the rocks, I can't think of what stupid thing would be keeping them."

"OK," I said, taking her hand since we were crossing a fairly flat area. I gave it a squeeze. "And on a scale of one to ten, how worried are you?"

"Twelve," Cattie muttered. "I'm still so fucking pissed and disgusted with her, but Sherry is still my little sister. I can't turn off the worry even if I'm trying to accept I can't protect her from her own shitty decisions. Heather can fucking die and get eaten by vultures, though."

I coughed to try and cover my chuckle. "That's fair," I said. "I don't think I could ever stop worrying about my sister."

"Tell me about her," Cattie said. "I knew you had one, and Cassidy thinks she's great, but I don't know anything."

"Well, she's younger than me by three years," I said. "She's finishing her last year of a Communications degree and wants to get into guerrilla journalism, which scares the shit out of me of where she might end up going. But she has a dream. She's also a lesbian and has a new girlfriend that she gushes about whenever we talk."

"That's nice," Cattie said with a smile. "Is she butch or femme?"

"Femme," I said. "Very femme. And apparently so is her girlfriend - like femme punk tomboy, I think my sister said."

"What will she think of us?" Cattie asked.

"I think she'll love you," I told her, needing to let go of her hand as we got to a rocky area and we needed to check our balance. "Hell, I think she'll love each of you individually. I also think she'll think Cassidy and I are crazy, and then she'll give me a bunch of shit about being a cult leader or something. She'll accept it when she sees us all together though and meets at least a few of you."

"Same thing, or different for your parents?" Cattie asked. I could tell she was trying to keep herself distracted.

"I don't know for sure," I said. "If it was just you? I think my parents would be a little worried at the strangeness of it but would accept it. All of you ladies though? I really don't know. Supportive eventually, I hope. Are you worried about your parents?"

"My Mom is going to be thrilled I broke up with Heather," Cattie sighed. "And worried about the fact that I jumped right into something new. But she's had her own relationship issues and isn't in any place to judge. I don't really carewhat my father would think."

"You know," I said, coming up behind her as she stopped just ahead of me, standing on a big rock and looking out for any sign of the two missing models. "I think I might be in love with you, Catherine."

She turned, taking my hand as she looked into my eyes. She'd scrubbed her delicate, Disney-fied makeup off and was bare-faced, still looking gorgeous to me. "I think I might be in love with you too. Master." The last bit was said with a teasing smirk.

I kissed her lightly, then checked my phone. "Another few minutes," I said.

We walked and chatted a little bit more about the people in our lives. I only had a few coworkers I would really care about knowing since they were friends, and the rest I'd rathernot know just for the sake of being out of the rumour mill. Cattie had some old friends from high school she was still in contact with who would need to be updated at some point - she was definitely the wild child in the group though, so her coming out as being in a poly harem relationship would just be another blip in a long line of blips on their friendship radar.

It was about one minute off from the ten-minute turn-around that Cattie stopped again, frowning as she cocked her head to the side. "Does that look like what I think it does?" she asked me, pointing up ahead.

We moved closer and found the colourful piece of clothing was a bikini top, hanging from a scraggly bush right near the water.

"That's definitely Sherry's," Cattie groaned, pursing her lips and shaking her head. She picked it up and bundled it into her fits. "My sister is walking around topless in the desert with my Ex. Not theworst thing she's done, but definitely up there on the stupid scale."

"The big question is why leave it there?" I asked. "Do you think it was a breadcrumb or something?"

"I hope not," Cattie said, then sighed. "Jesus, these two. This is obviously evidence they came this way - can you call back to the boats and tell them we found a clue and are going to set out from here a bit more?"

"Sure," I said, pulling my phone. Thankful we still had service next to the water. I quickly dialled up Cassidy. "Any idea which way they went?" I asked as it connected and started to ring.

Cattie sighed and shook her head again. It was tough to say.

Chapter 326

"OK, now my sister is walking around the desert completely naked?" Cattie sighed. She was holding the next scrap of fabric we'd found - bikini bottoms that matched the top. "Like, what are they evendoing?"

I blew out a breath and shook my head. "A naked walk in the desert could be content, I guess."

"God, this is why I don't do nude stuff," Cattie grunted. "Well, one of the reasons. The content gets so fucking weird because once you show everything you have to just find new ways to do that or escalate into my hardcore porn."

We kept hiking. I'd been able to reach Cassidy back on the boat near the water, but now that we were about five minutes into the rocky terrain I was down to one bar. The fact that we were finding what seemed like a trail was a good thing, but we still had no idea how far they'd gone.

Another few minutes later we found another garment abandoned on the edge of a rock outcrop.

"Great, now Heather has her tits out, too," Cattie groaned.

"What's the over-under on them not putting sunscreen on the parts that were covered by bikinis?" I asked.

That, at least, got a little snort out of Cattie and I took her arm and pulled her to me, wrapping her up in a hug. She hugged me back, resting her forehead on my chest as she growl-groaned her frustration. "This is so stupid," she said.

"Mhmm," I agreed softly.

"I swear, if we find them fucking, we're leaving them in the desert," she said.

"That would be fair," I agreed again.

After a long moment, Cattie sighed. "We can't leave them in the desert."

"Doesn't mean we can'twant to, though," I said as I rubbed her back.

We set off again. Both of us were in good, sturdy hiking boots so we didn't have to pick our way through the terrain as much. Cattie was wearing full, utilitarian jean shorts that weren't designed to be sexy but she still managed to do so with her long, smooth legs, along with a tank top underneath one of her plaid flannel shirts hanging loose. I was in jean shorts as well, though they showed off less of my legs, and I had managed to reclaim one of my t-shirts for the excursion with a promise that I would give it back to Wanda so she could take it with her.

"What if this is all just some fucked up way to manipulate me?" Cattie asked after a couple of minutes.

"Then they have even more screws loose than we thought," I said. "And it doesn't change anything, does it?"

"Not a lick," Cattie said. "Even if we find them injured and scared or something, I hold no pity. I still Nothing Heather and am done with Sherry until she makes a real fucking apology, and even then it's low contact at best."

Another few minutes later we found the matching bottoms to Heather's bikini top. There wasn't really anything to say on that, now that they were both willingly naked. I checked my phone and saw that we didn't have any service bars anymore so I couldn't check in. Cattie stuffed the bottoms into her little backpack just like the rest of the clothes we'd found and we headed off in relatively the same direction, using what looked like the easiest path since we couldn't see either woman choosing anything other than that.

I was starting to wonder at what point we needed to head back and call the police for a helicopter rescue or something when we both stopped at the sound we heard.

At first, I thought it was a coyote yapping in the distance, but it was the middle of the morning and they only did that at night as far as I knew. Glancing at each other, Cattie and I went towards the noise and soon it became clear that it wasn't an animal - it was Heather and Sherry. Arguing.

"I thought you said we went this way," Sherry was complaining loudly.

"We did come this way," Heather was growling back just as loud. "Jesus, could you stop being such a whiny bitch?"

"My ass hurts, you didn't need to finger it so hard," Sherry continued.

"Would you just shut up about that? You said you wanted to do it for your content."

"You suggested it!" Sherry said. "You said it would get a gazillion views."

"It will!" Heather said.

"Jesus Christ," I sighed. Cattie and I reached a rise and looked down across a little valley in the rocky terrain to find Heather and Sherry trudging along... from left to right. Not towards us. They were naked just as we suspected, already looking an uncomfortable pink. Sherry was carrying a camera on a neck strap, and Heather was carrying her phone and a dildo, and they were both only wearing sneakers.

"How the fuck?" Cattie muttered.

"Last chance," I said with a smirk. "We could abandon their asses to the wilds."

"Don't tempt me," Cattie sighed, then raised her voice. "Where the fuck are you two going?"

Both Heather and Sherry turned, startled, and saw us watching them from the rise.

"Back to the boats," Heather called, gesturing ahead of them and nearly in the right direction. Based on some basic geometry in my head, she was in fact heading in almost the exact opposite direction. "Now can you fuck off? I'm not exactly looking for your pervert to ogle me."

"God," Cattie said, looking up into the sky as she muttered. "I saiddon't tempt me. Could you do that, please?"

I couldn't help but snort at her little prayer.

"You're going in the wrong direction," Cattie called. "And you're almost two hours late."

"I told you-" Sherry started, but Heather shushed her.

"So you came looking for us?" Heather asked, pulling Sherry along as they approached us.

"There's three groups out looking for you," I said. "We're just the ones that found you. We need to get the houseboats back to the rental docks in time."

"Whatever," Heather said, stopping within about ten paces of us, and Sherry stopped with her. Sherry, at least, felt a little bit of embarrassment and tried to cover her crotch with a hand. Heather, on the other hand, straightened her shoulders and stood proud - which only highlighted that her breasts, shoulders, stomach and thighs all looked like they were going to be uncomfortably sunburned in the near future. She was also sweaty, with her hair that was usually styled in that anime-ish spiky style wilting in the heat and sticking to her forehead and neck. "Can we get going or what?"

"Fuck," Cattie grunted. "Not even a 'thank you for rescuing us from being completely lost in the desert?'"

"What do you want me to do, grovel?" Heather sneered. "We would have found our way back eventually."

"I guess that means you twodon't want to walk back with us?" I asked.

"We're sorry," Sherry said, glaring a little at Heather. "Thank you."

"Jesus, you sound like a pussy," Heather said. "You might as well suck his dick."

"That's not the worst idea," Cattie said. "To apologise to Robbie, and thank him for coming out to look for you even though you've both been fucking awful people this entire trip."

I blinked and looked at Cattie.

Then Sherry, flushing a little bit deeper pink, took a step forward with a resigned look on her face.

Chapter 327

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Cattie burst out. "You think I'd let you get anywhere fucking near my boyfriend?"

Sherry flushed an even deeper shade of pink as she gave a petulant look. "I wasn't-"

"If I was going to accept either of you apologising properly, it would be Heather," Cattie continued, glaring at her Ex.

I... was a little lost because Cattie hadn't mentioned this idea and I was honestly a little concerned she was being serious. On the one hand, there would be a certain level of gross satisfaction at Heather sucking my dick after how awful she'd been to me, Cass and especially Cattie. She might have been a plastic Barbie with a heart of stone, but she was still physically attractive. The idea of having my way with her and paying her back for all the shit she'd put Cattie through was tempting. On the other hand, Ew. It was Heather.

"Not fucking happening," Heather sneered after a moment.

"Fine with me," Cattie said. "Now start fucking walking. That direction." She pointed back the way we had come.

"You walk ahead of us," Heather said. "I don't want your Perv staring at mine or my sub's asses."

I couldfeel Cattie shiver in disgust at Heather calling Sherry her sub. "Yeah, no," she said, sneering right back. "I've had enough daggers planted in my back this week and I don't feel like leaving it open for either of you to try and hit me over the head with a rock, too. You guys go first and we'll follow."