I sat in my kitchen later that night thinking about what Hector and I had done. I could barely believe we'd let that happen. I had always loved him, but I had never intended to complicate his life by expressing that, especially physically.
My doorbell rang, which was odd this time of night. Maybe it was Hector. My heart thumped at the thought. On my way to answer, I stopped to check myself in the hallway mirror. I was in night clothes, but nothing scanty or revealing. My hair was put up in a comfortable ponytail. I looked a little tired, but still pretty cute. Satisfied with myself, I went to the door.
Through the peephole, I saw Elizabeth waiting. Elizabeth the fiancée. The one who'd given me the cold shoulder all this time, the one whose future husband I had kissed. He must have told her. I felt queasy. Nothing to do but open the door and accept whatever angry words she needed to throw at me. I was in the wrong, after all.
My hand hesitated only a moment before I opened the door.
"Hello, Elizabeth." I said.
"Beth," she corrected, "We need to talk."
"Ok, Beth. Come on in." I held the door open for her and she walked in.
She was surprisingly calm, and I wondered if maybe this wasn't about Hector and me at all.
"Can I get you anything?"
"Water, thanks." She left her shoes at the door, put her purse down on the hall table, and followed me into the kitchen. She leaned against the counter. I found her a glass and went to the sink.
"I know what happened between you and Hector." I almost dropped the cup. "I mean, he didn't give me all the details, but I got the gist."
I handed her the water, feeling my cheeks burning and my throat clenching. I managed to choke out, "I- I'm so sorry."
She took a drink and looked me in the eyes, "You should be sorry. What you both did was cheating. Did you even consider me at all?"
My face felt so hot, "I mean, it was kind of a heat-of-the-moment thing. I didn't consider much of anything."
She stared at me, but I couldn't read the expression on her face. It wasn't anger, at least.
Unsure of what else to say, I repeated, "I'm so sorry."
Beth sighed and looked around, "Is there somewhere we can sit comfortably? I feel like we have a lot to talk about."
"Um, yeah." I led her into the living room, which had a large couch and two comfy armchairs pointed at an angle toward the tv. A long coffee table stood in the middle of the room.
Beth sat in an armchair, letting out an "Ugh" of comfort as she sank down, "This chair is wonderful."
I didn't say anything, but took a seat on the couch. I looked at her while her eyes were closed in enjoyment.
Beth's long golden hair was tucked into a neat bun, her bangs came down to her curved eyebrows. She had a pretty face, though it too often looked a bit sour when I was around. This time, though, I hadn't seen any sourness on Beth's face, even though I knew I deserved it. Beth was thin, like me, and we were a similar height. Beth had more curves, though, with full breasts and a slightly more muscular butt. She was a good-looking woman.
After a minute of silence, Beth opened her eyes and spoke. "I feel cheated that you and Hector were together in that way. I love him, I want to marry him."
She paused, "And I think you know I also find you attractive."
My mouth fell open.
She went on, "Do you see how unfair it feels to me? The man I love had intimate moments with the only woman I've ever been attracted to just weeks before our wedding. I feel cheated. I wasn't asked for my permission, and I wasn't offered any compensation."
Her cheeks were pink now, and she gripped her glass nervously in both hands. My mind was scrambling. She liked me? My pussy twitched, apparently processing the information faster than my brain could. I repeated dumbly, "Compensation?"
