Swinging for the Fences

Chapter 4 - More New Experiences

The following morning, Cat woke to bright sunlight straining to get in past the curtains and the smell of bacon and pancakes frying downstairs. She stretched and turned to Jonah.

He opened his eyes as he heard her shift. "Hi there, beautiful."

"Hi yourself." She smiled and kissed him, twenty years of familiarity making her immune to his morning breath. She felt his cock stir against her stomach.

"Down boy, you've got a lot of work ahead of you today."

"How am I supposed to keep this thing in check in the face of such beauty?"

She kissed him again, longer this time. "I still need to wash your mess off from last night."

"Might as well add to it first."

"Lecher. I'm going to go let our hosts know we're awake and then I'm hopping in the shower."

"Before you go." His tone became more serious. "Everything still okay with you? Sleeping on this hasn't made everything bad all of a sudden?"

She wrapped her arms around him. "Yes, my love. Same for you?"

He nodded.

"Say it, please. I need to hear it."

"Everything is still fine, Bean."

"Good." She grinned mischievously. "Cause if this is what we need to do for you to be that forceful, I'm not stopping."

He grabbed at her butt as she hopped off the bed, but she managed to dodge him, giggling as she jogged the two steps to the bedroom door. Tam had left robes hanging there, and she pulled one on. It was one of Tam's, and on Cat's taller frame it barely covered her ass. She smiled to herself, relishing how naughty it made her feel.

"If you're going to wear that around me, I'm not responsible for the consequences," Jonah said as he got up from the bed. "I can see your ass hanging out."

"Go get the shower ready, lecher."

He lunged for her, and she managed to slip out the door with a yelp and a giggle. She looked down at herself and admitted he was right, this robe was indecent. She collected herself, straightened it as best she could, and made her way down the stairs.

"God damn," Rick breathed as she walked into the kitchen.

"God damn's right." Tam whistled. "Looking good, Catherine!"

Rick was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes and keeping an eye on the bacon strips in a second pan. He was wearing boxers, and she was glad to see, an apron. Tam was leaning back in one of the chairs around the table, arms behind her head. She wore a pair of boy briefs and not a stitch else.

"That smells good! I just wanted to let you know Jonah and I are hopping in for a quick shower, we should be down in about 10 minutes."

"I'll make you guys some pancakes then! Bacon too?"

"Thanks!"

As she walked out of the kitchen, Tam followed her and stopped her at the base of the stairs.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I had a lot of fun last night. I think I'm sold on this whole swinging thing."

"Is Jonah okay with it too?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Hon." She grabbed her hand gently and showed her the bruises on her wrists, then pointed at a large bruise on her inner thigh. "If he's hurting you—"