This is the continuation of the story, "Taking Care of Deja".
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I was driving home from work and feeling horrible about myself. I'd done a lot of horrible things in my life but this had to be the worst. I had been nursing the guilt over fucking Eric's mom for almost a year and in that time we had gotten closer than I had ever dreamed. When I hooked up with Elise, I thought that Eric and I were only temporary. I hadn't envisioned that he was actually my soul mate and that we would end up together.
Now, I wasn't so sure what was going to happen and I just knew that my entire happiness was contingent upon Eric's mother and whether or not she was going to keep our hookup to herself. I had instigated the whole thing and I would often flashback to our moments in the bathroom when I had forcefully gone down on her. I replayed the events of that day in my mind, noting how soaked my panties were by the time I realized that I should stop. I was supposed to be getting over Elise, not fantasizing about her.
I still hadn't told Eric that I was bisexual and I wasn't sure how he would take it. He was a bit weird about that sort of thing since his mother was bisexual. I knew that his parents had divorced over it, his father not wanting to compete with other women.
"Mom's always been more into women, I guess. I'm glad she at least settled for my father for a minute or I wouldn't be here," Eric had told me once. It had sparked my interest and by the time I actually met her I was already half interested in fucking her. I don't know what possessed me to seduce her, but once I was on that path I was afraid that I wasn't going to stop until I wrecked everything.
My phone rang and I smiled when I saw it was Eric. I squealed with delight as we reviewed our plans for the wedding. There was only one part that was tripping me up and that was the fact that Elise was coming to stay with us in our apartment.
"I can't wait to come to California!" Elise had screamed during a video chat with Eric. I had been in the other room but I could hear her asking about me and the way her voice rose a bit when she said my name. I wondered if Eric noticed that something was going on between his mother and me. If he did, he made no indication that he knew.
"She's fine, Mom! She can't wait to see you and return your hospitality from the time we stayed with you together. Mom, she's the woman of my dreams and I'm so excited for you and Dad to be there on the big day."
"Of course, honey! Give Deja a hug for me!"
"I will." He signed off with his mother and came looking for me.
"Deja! My mother sends her love and she says she'll be here Tuesday so she can help you with any last-minute details. Don't be afraid to really utilize her help, Deja. She really wants to help you make our day special."
"I know she does. I'm so grateful she actually likes me."
"Unlike your family with me," he laughed and I laughed with him because it was true and there was nothing I could do about it. Most of my family weren't coming to the wedding because they didn't approve of it but I was starting to think that was a good thing. There would be fewer people there to see me fuck everything up the way I always did.
I could feel the buildup in my pussy as Tuesday approached. I knew that Elise would be there soon and I fixed up the guest room, imagining what I was going to do to her on that bed while Eric was at work. I had calculated it, and I would have approximately 24 hours alone with Elise while Eric was at work before the wedding. I tried to focus on the wedding preparations but all I could think about was the way Elise's pussy tasted and how much I wanted to kiss her again. It wasn't that I didn't love Eric. I did. It was just that I wanted to fuck Elise as much as I possibly could. I didn't feel romantic about her but I felt something even more dangerous. I felt the lust and passion that had always been missing from my sexual relationships with her.
Eric and I had hot sex but it was nothing like what Elise and I had shared. There was something carnal and animalistic about the way I needed her. I had never been so aggressive or so bold with any other woman, but with her, I was the aggressor and I was enjoying taking what I wanted from her. I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop. My plans were already set by the time Tuesday arrived and I met Elise at the airport.
"Deja! Deja, over here!" I turned to see Elise standing with her suitcase and a coffee in her left hand.
I ran to her, "Elise! You made it!" I hugged her, allowing my breasts to push up against hers so that my nipples were making contact with hers through our clothes.
She paused. "We're not going to do this again, are we? Look, Deja, this isn't really the place to talk about this. Let's talk in the car."
"Okay," I agreed. The mood had shifted and my plans for sex with Elise seemed to be growing more distant by the minute. I helped Elise get her suitcase into my tiny trunk and got on the road back to my house.
"So, you're getting married," Elise said slowly.
"Yeah."
"To a man, you already cheated on with his mother. You sure about this?" she asked.
"I love him."
"Have you told him you're bisexual yet?"
"Not yet..." I trailed off, wanting to say more but knowing that it would all come out wrong if I tried. I helped her to her room and set her suitcase near the dresser for her. "Can I get you anything?"
