Groping, talking, and a little more groping.

“Well, it’s Friday and neither of us need much sleep. We don’t need to rush, do we?”

“I guess not.” Mia agrees.

Sitting on the mattress with pillows on your back and Mia on your lap, you each start slowly undressing the other, taking your time to tease and look to your hearts’ content. You let the back of your fingers brush against Mia’s smooth skin as you unbutton her shirt. Meanwhile, her hands start to unbuckle your belt, working slowly and massaging your growing erection through your jeans.

“By the way, you were saying something about your date with the girls.” Mia reminds you, her hand not stopping.

“Yeah,” You let out a small sigh and smile wryly as you undo the last button of Mia’s shirt, letting you see her simple, dark blue T-shirt bra. A mechanical marvel, really, to be able to hold her breasts. “I was just thinking that I robbed the girls of a real first date, and it’s been bugging me.” You admit, tracing circles along the small bumps in the bra, just where her nipples are.

“What do you mean?” Mia pulls away from your touch just long enough to get your pants down, then offers her majestic chest to you once more.

“I don’t like to make excuses, but a lot of things were happening when our relationship started.” You say.

Mia nods with a small frown. “I remember. The whole deal with the fake picture, right?”

You nod back and start undoing the button on Mia’s jeans. “We… did a lot of things, but we never went on an official first date until now.”

Mia gives you a wry smile. “I’m not going to defend you on that one. It’s been two months, sweetie. Almost three.”

You groan. “I know!” You start pulling Mia’s jeans down, revealing a sexy thong that matches her bra. “I wanted to do it earlier, but we were trying to keep it a secret at first, and we were already hanging out a lot… Urgh, I said I don’t like to make excuses but that’s all I’m doing.”

She lifts her butt, helping you take off her jeans as she takes off your own T-shirt. “Well, you’re the one who always says to talk things out. Ask them about it. Though I get the feeling they don’t hold it against you, or you would’ve heard them complain already.” She argues, running her hands through your chest and the slowly defining muscles of your arms.

“Have you taken Sophia on a date yet?”

You stare at her blankly for a couple of seconds before you groan in frustration. “God, I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

Mia can’t help but chuckle. “Don’t say that. You have your weaknesses, sure, but your strengths more than compensate.” She says, kissing your lips and pressing her chest against yours.

You let your hands roam her meaty, yet firm thighs as you return the kiss with passion, matching her tongue and nibbling her lower lip before parting.

“So, what are my weaknesses?” You ask.

“Are you sure? You may not like what I say.”

“Since when have you been gentle giving feedback?”

“Alright, fine.” She smirks. “This is only what I think though. The others might not agree with me.”

“Go all out. I’ll just keep myself busy while you talk.” You return her smirk as you undo her bra at her back, throwing it to the side and heaving her tits on your hands.

“I’d say your biggest weakness is that you’re too greedy.” She says, then moans when your lips catch her nipple and your tongue starts playing with it. “You want it all, ah, sometimes spreading yourself… uh, too thin.”

Urgh. She’s right. The fact that you now have 5 girlfriends and still want more is proof of that. There are times when you want to get close to too many people at once that you end up not being efficient enough with your time. If the Affection Multiplier wasn’t as powerful as it is, you don’t think you’d be where you are now.

“Also, you’re too naïve and idealistic.” She continues, meeting your eyes. Your hands and tongue have stopped playing with Mia to pay more attention to her words. “You expect things to go your way, even when you’ve seen that’s not always the case.”

…

Okay, that one hits a bit harder. You almost want to deny her words, but that would be futile. You wonder if you’ve always been like this or if the AMA has been an influence. Your actions since getting it have been based on how good your scores are with other people. Hell, you stood up to your bullies only because you knew they didn’t hate you anymore.

You let out a heavy, drawn-out sigh. Mia cups your cheek and raises your head for your eyes to meet hers again.

“Thankfully, you manage to balance your greed with your dedication and effort. Magical power or not, you’re very hard-working and don’t do things half-assed. Be they your studies, your work out, or your relationships.” She pecks your lips and gives you a reassuring smile. “And I think it’s that hard work that helps thing go your way most of the time. They do say that ‘God helps those who help themselves’.”

You heart warms at her words, and you can’t help the soft chuckle that escapes your lips.

“You’re a believer, then?” You ask out of curiosity.

“In God, yes. In the Christian church? Not so much these days. You?” Mia’s hands return to work, pulling down your jeans. You lift your own butt to help her.

“Hard to say. It wasn’t a topic we talked a lot with my family. I do believe there’s SOMETHING out there that’s more powerful than us.” And there’s a high chance that something is responsible for the Affection Multiplier.

Mia’s hand slips under the waistband of your boxers and her fingers gently wrap around the length of your shaft, sending small shocks of pleasure through your body. And as you resume your **** on your girlfriend’s welcoming bosom, you notice that you’re involuntarily slowly thrusting your hips, grinding yourself in Mia’s hand.

She laughs, seeing your eagerness. “What happened to taking it slow?” She asks, but starts stroking your hard, eager cock.

“Uh… The movie today had a sex scene, so…”

“Uh-huh.” She nods, grinning knowingly. “Let me guess. You couldn’t keep your hands off Emily and Megan?”

“I’ll have you know it was the other way around.” You say, matter-of-factly.

“Oh you poor little thing.” Mia chuckles. “Lie flat on your back, sweetie. We better give you some release before anything else.”