Eric wanted to believe he still had a bit of good left in him. It was his wedding day, he was getting married to the woman he loved, and they'd be starting their new lives together as soon as they said the words "I do" to one another. Everything else that had happened was in the past, a mistake, and he could be the good man he'd once been again. He truly wanted to believe that. But as he looked around for Vicki, desperate to fulfill his promise to her, he questioned how much truth was in that belief.
"I meant what I said, too. I'm going to fuck you in your bridesmaid dress."
The words rattled around in his skull, had ever since he'd said them to Vicki. As had her response: "You'd fucking better."
He was a cheater, he knew that. The excuse of a momentary lapse in judgment when Vicki had first given him that lap dance was long since dead. Really, it had been dead from the minute he put her on her knees in her studio and fucked her face. And it was certainly dead when he'd fingered her in their entryway, when he stuck it in her ass the night of the bachelorette party. God, he'd done that with Audrey asleep right upstairs, something that should've made him feel overwhelmingly guilty. Instead, it just made him hard all over again, ready to find Vicki and recreate the evening.
But finding Vicki was the problem. She'd texted him about an hour ago, told him to find her as soon as he could get away. And he'd done exactly that, giving his boys the slip first chance he'd gotten. But now, she was nowhere to be found, and he was getting anxious about finding her before the ceremony started.
"Mary!" Eric called, catching sight of one of the other bridesmaids. She was already dressed in her dress, a sleek powder blue number that hung off the shoulders and hugged her upper body tightly before billowing into layered folds of fabric below the hips. It was a stylish, attractive number, and it looked great on Mary and Willa, the two bridesmaids he'd seen so far. But neither of them was the one he was looking for.
"Oh, hey, Eric, looking snazzy!" Mary said with a wave. "You know you shouldn't be over here, though, right? You don't want to catch a look at Audrey in her dress. Bad luck!"
"No, of course not, I was just... have you seen Vicki?"
"Hm, not for a minute," Mary said. "Anne said she needed her help with something and dragged her off, but that was a while ago. I swear, those two have always had a habit of disappearing."
"Do you have any clue where they might've gone?"
"Not really," Mary replied with a shrug. "I just know Anne wanted to talk with her in private. They headed off down that hall, so maybe they found an empty room or something?"
"Thanks."
"See you down the aisle!" Mary called after him.
Eric played it cool as he started down the hallway Mary had gestured to, giving her a friendly wave. He waited until she'd wandered off herself before he started peeking into rooms, hoping to find the two. He wondered if Vicki had perhaps already scoped out a good spot for them to meet up. Not that she would've been likely to take Anne there, of course.
As he looked, he had enough time to start wondering if everything was alright with Anne. Like with Vicki, Eric had known Anne since college, but unlike Vicki, she'd been as much his friend as Audrey's. She was typically soft-spoken and a bit on the shy side, not one to draw much attention to herself. So if something was bothering her enough to bring it up now of all days, it must be a big deal.
He let his mind wander to Anne more specifically. Whereas Audrey had a healthy sex drive and Vicki was... well, Vicki, he'd never had a real sense of Anne. She wasn't big on talking about her personal life, and all he really knew was that she was bisexual. It was one of the few things she'd told him in one of their many one-on-one conversations in school, the main way they'd learned about each other given her general aversion to parties. When she'd told him that much, it had just slipped out, and she'd blushed and stammered out an apology for oversharing. That was her, though, never really wanting to be the center of attention, and it's what he'd been drawn to in her. Though he'd hooked up with Audrey, there had been a time where he thought about asking Anne out. Still, he'd never been able to pin down if she liked him back, and the last thing he'd wanted to do was mess up their friendship.
Still, from time to time, he thought about the missed opportunity. He wondered what it'd be like to be with her, to feel her lithe body under his, to feel the tickle of her brunette curls against his skin, to see if her shy persona would fall away when they--
Eric shook his head. It was his wedding day, and the first time he'd seriously thought about a woman other than Vicki, it wasn't his bride, but another one of her best friends that came to his mind. God, he really was too far gone.
But that's why he needed to fuck Vicki again, one more time. She'd said it herself that first night, he wasn't married yet. That didn't make what he was doing okay, but it was different than if he did it after they were married. On some level, he knew that was bullshit, and he questioned if he ever really could stop. Eventually, he imagined Vicki would get bored with what they had, but with how he was now thinking about Anne...
That was a tomorrow problem. For now, he needed to find Vicki. And as he opened the last door in the hallway, that's exactly what he did. And what he found was an absolute vision.
The room in question was some sort of auxiliary storage, and there were desks, chairs, and tables all over. While most were stored and stacked, some were set-up for use, such as the chair Vicki was sitting in. No, not sitting, lounging, leaned back with her legs up and spread, her bridesmaid dress hiked up around her waist. But he couldn't see her exposed lower half because something was blocking the view. Someone. And as soon as he recognized the mess of curls between Vicki's legs, Eric gasped.
"Anne?"
The brunette froze, her body stiffening at the sound of Eric's voice. After a brief pause, she slowly pulled back from Vicki's snatch and turned. Sure enough, there was Anne -- sweet, shy, nervous Anne -- on her knees, dress pulled down to expose her breasts, and eating out the maid of honor. Vigorously, if the glistening mess of her face and chin was anything to go by. She gave Eric a sheepish smile and slight wave, as awkward and unsure in this moment as she always seemed to be.
"Hey, Eric, um... I guess there's no point saying this isn't what it looks like, heh."
"I... no, I guess not," was all he could get out; the blood normally reserved for rational thought was already zooming somewhere else.
"I... okay, listen, I know how this looks," Anne began, rubbing her mouth with the back of her hand. "Heh, I guess I just said that, but... so, like, you know Vicki and I were college roommates, right, and like, I told you I was bi, remember? And, well... I mean, I don't now if Vicki ever told you she was, but like, obviously, right? And she was, you know... we helped each other discover ourselves, and sometimes we still..."
Anne buried her face in her hands, not really sure how to continue. It gave Eric a chance to glance to Vicki, who was all smiles. "Sometimes we still fuck, is what I think she's trying to say."
"I know it's your wedding day, I'm so sorry!" Anne blurted, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
