The women in the Anderson house moved back into the living room once their kids and Cassie left.
“Cassie seems nice.” Martha said.
“She is. And I think she and Eric will get along quite well.” Francis said.
“Especially since she understands what he’s going through.” Samantha added.
“She does?” Martha asked.
“Cassie’s father, George, died about three years ago. I saw Cassie and her mother, Anna, after his passing.”
“If it isn’t too much to ask, how did he die?”
“A drunk driver hit him a few nights before school started. That’s how Ben and Cassie started studying together. I asked him to help her since she was having such a hard time dealing with the junior high work load, and coping with her father’s death.” Francis explained.
“It must have been harder for her, since she was younger. Was her father…”
“He was a werewolf, like his wife and of course Cassie. Anna’s not a part of the local pack, but George was. And he was a pretty active member of the community, always volunteered for various charities. Everyone took his death pretty hard.”
A heavy gloom fell on the room. In an attempt to change the subject to something lighter, Samantha asked if Martha had any plans for Sunday.
“No, why?” she asked.
“Well, if you’re up to it, we’re having a pride meeting. We never formally inducted you, given recent events, and since this is the last meeting before people start leaving for the holidays…” Samantha trailed off. She wasn’t sure if Martha was ready to revisit the more intimate side of were nature. But based off the needy look in her eyes, she couldn’t put things off any longer.
“I… I think I’d like that. Me time. And I’m sorry I haven’t been… up to IT.” Martha said.
“You have nothing to apologize for. You just weren’t ready. We understand.” Samantha said, putting an arm around Martha and hugging her.
“I think I’m ready now, if you’re okay with that.” Martha said, locking eyes with Samantha and then Francis.
Both werecats simply nodded, but inside were overjoyed to finally release some of their own built up desires. They liked their private nights together, but both Francis and Samantha missed sharing their time with Martha.
“Do you mind if we just stay down here though? I don’t think I can… in the bedroom…” Martha blushed.
“Honey, I think it’s safe to say we’d be willing to do it in a swamp if that’s what the situation allowed.” Francis said smiling, assuming her fursona.
Ginger fur spread from her chest, and created a distinct tabby swirl on her sides. Which stood out against the other two werecats’ darker fur.
Samantha had the striped tabby patter, dark lines over gray fur. While Martha was a primarily brown tabby, with a few white patches. The three were soon on the ground, purring in unison. Francis and Samantha were on either side of Martha, attentively licking her ears, neck, and pretty much every other part of Martha’s body.
Martha made soft chortle-esc sound*, letting her fellow felines that she’d had enough foreplay. Francis leaned over Martha’s body, and brought her mouth down to hers. Samantha carefully slipped two fingers into Martha’s waiting folds. She was careful to retract her claws, so as not to knick any of her friend’s sensitive areas.
Samantha’s fingers dipped in deeper and deeper until her index and middle fingers disappeared into Martha’s pussy. Martha’s chirps turned into moans as Sumatran’s hand turned. She pumped her fingers in and out, while her thumb was repeatedly hitting Martha’s clit.
And then, as quickly as it started, it was over. Martha came, and the feelings she’d been largely ignoring for the past months exploded. Her fur stood on end, like a cat’s normally does when they’re spooked or angry.
But Martha was neither. Francis leaned back, looking at Martha’s blissful expression. Below, Samantha was licking the sticky mess from Martha’s inner thighs, and pussy lips
“Save some for me.” Francis said, spinning around. Her wife smirked, and kissed Francis, with plenty of Martha’s juices still on her muzzle.
As the two Twist women continued to lick each other’s faces, Martha lay on the ground, truly happy for the first time in along time. She was content to stare at the ceiling, and listen to Francis and Samantha’s purrs. She didn’t need anything else. Well, William of course, but that was an impossibility.