Nate woke up with his arms wrapped around Kenya, and a beam of sun hitting his back. He yawned, and stretched his legs out. Not wanting to disturb Kenya, he left his arm underneath her body, but moved his body so that he could check the time on his phone.
“9:16” the screen read.
“Should probably get up soon. Unless she wants to spend the day in bed. We do have a long weekend. And I don’t have any homework.” Nate thought. He set his phone down and rolled back towards Kenya.
Nate was about to fall back to sleep when there was another buzzing from Kenya’s cell phone. He considered waking her, but decided it wasn’t worth it. Nate didn’t check the phone himself, even if he was dying to know if it was Kendra’s booking agent again.
He thought he was okay with Kenya having a bit of a lurid past. Staring at the phone, and letting his imagination get the better of him, he wasn’t as sure as he had been yesterday, or even last night.
“You’re up early” Kenya had started to stir beside him, and he pushed his uncertain thoughts from his mind. Nate kissed her neck, and in return was kissed on his nose.
“Something wrong?” she asked after seeing his expression.
“No.” Nate lied. He continued to kiss and lick Kenya’s furry body, but Kenya wasn’t as into the moment as she wanted to be. Something was definitely wrong. Whatever it was, Nate wasn’t willing to tell her.
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Ben and Alex walked into the Twist house after their own night of pleasure. Neither were expecting to see Samantha in the kitchen, looking quite troubled. They weren’t naked, thankfully they’d decided to put on shorts before walking inside. But that’s all they were wearing.
“Mom? Are you alright?” Ben asked. Samantha was rather furiously scrubbing this one plate over and over.
“Fine.” she said curtly. Ben and Alex got the message, and quickly retreated to Ben’s room. They’d never seen Samantha so bent out of shape. Was there some kind of argument last night? From what the boys heard, things at the Anderson house went well. Or so it seemed.
“Frances isn’t around.” Alex commented once the two were inside Ben’s room.
“I noticed that too. Maybe she needed to talk to the Lawsons or Andersons about something.” Ben offered. But he couldn’t help but think, “Then why would Mom be attacking our flatware?”
“Want to go next door and see what’s going on?”
“Maybe a bit later. Still pretty early. Just because Mom’s home doesn’t mean they’re done over there.” Ben said. He’d really prefer not to walk in on the adult orgy. Especially since his mother was there.
“Okay. So, what do you want to do stud?”
“Not sure. I’m pretty beat. Thinking about sleeping until New Year’s.”
“Oh come on I did most of the leg work last night.” Alex said. Ben rolled his eyes and reminded his boyfriend that he did more than just lie on the ground yesterday.
“Ya sure. You got tackled like six times in the first quarter alone.” Alex mocked.
“I’d love to see you try to take down Kyle! Like running into a punchbag that punches back. Hard. Guy has hooves.”
“He didn’t kick you. Just knocked you over. Kinda like this…” Alex rushed his unsuspecting mate, and the two fell to the floor. Ben felt Alex’s erection pressing against his stomach. The two locked eyes before kicking their shorts to the floor. Which was pretty difficult for Ben since he was underneath Alex.
Back in the kitchen, Samantha stopped washing those few dishes to look out the back door. The others were in the basement, she could hear voices coming from the open window. Frances’ among them.
“Guess they didn’t care to come after me.” she thought. After using the facilities, Samantha couldn’t bring herself to go back downstairs. She just felt so out of place. Something she hadn’t felt since she was a kid, when she couldn’t understand why the others girls in her classes liked boys*
Samantha scolded herself repeatedly for being so… unsettled by her wife’s actions last night. But she couldn’t help it. This was different for some reason. She and Frances both saw Martha all the time privately. But for some reason the idea of Francis licking William’s foxhood, that really turned her off (so to speak).
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* Since Samantha grew up in a werecat household she would have been used to same sex couple, not male/female relationships. Which is a contributing factor to why she doesn’t really understand Francis wanting to try the “alternate menu”.