"My Mother's Wife"
I'm glad most of you like this but I see some of you I still need to win over.
Let's see if this chapter can bring you closer to liking it.
Keep in mind Maya is a single adult female who can do whatever she wants. Emily is married but is conflicted by her choice.
Rated M for Mature Content.
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"Thank you Maya, that means a lot," again she smiles that shy smile and again I stop breathing. I nod my head and walk through the open slider door.
I manage to make it to the elevator but before I hit the button for the doors to open I stop. I see the image of Emily naked. I want to go back to her. I want to do things with her that I shouldn't be thinking.
It's not lust.
I'm going to be with my mother's wife…
Chapter 2: New Year's Eve
It's time to get ready for the New Year Celebration at The Edgemont. I've been elected to check on this year's entertainment which will feel like a Las Vegas show girls' event. High kicks in barely there costumes. Well, someone has to make sure they have everything they need…
I'm already dressed in a chiffon short black halter dress with a built in bra for less things to take off later. It has quite a long V-neck exposing my natural cleavage. It gives the impression of a wraparound dress but it's all sewn together with a sash at the side of my waist. It stops just above mid-thigh. Just long enough for my fingertips to pull the fabric up if the moment strikes. I have on three inch black leather heels and I'm carrying a small black beaded clutch just big enough for my phone, key card and some cash.
My hair is straight, tucked neatly behind my ears cascading towards my waist. My eyes, being my best feature, so I've been told, have been given some extra attention. I put on some long eyelashes adding a black and gray eye shadow creating the perfect smoky eye. Not too dark, more of a lighter, silver toned shade with a little metallic edge to it. It actually makes my hair look darker and my eyes come alive. I love it!
My nails are black and I choose Mac fresh brew for my lips, a nude shade with some pink in it for a touch of color.
I smooth the sides of my dress, stand tall and head down to the entertainment venue to check on the girls…
I knock on the dressing room door and I'm let in. There's some scurrying going on with half naked women. But, I'm not here to fuck them, I'm here to make sure they have everything they need and then maybe after the show, I might come back and get what I might need…
Emily POV
I'm just about ready but of course there's an issue somewhere in the hotel that Angel is trying to fix before tonight's event when Lily comes in making her fourteen year old demands. She wants Justin Bieber or Beyonce to headline her fifteenth birthday party stomping her feet when we brush her off.
"Lily, can't you see your mom's working?" I say.
"Working? She's always working! I don't even wanna have a damn birthday party if I can't get who I want to go!"
"Lily…," I try to calm her but she talks right over me.
"Forget it! Just forget the whole thing! I hate you!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's with the language around here," Angel hangs up the phone and suddenly goes into mom mode.
"It's fine Angel, let her be."
"Come back here Lily and apologize to your mother."
"She's not my mother!"
"Lily!"
"Angel, it's okay. She's just anxious."
"Anxious?"
"Well, they pick up on our stress."
"Stress? Emily, you have nothing to stress about. It's a fifteen year olds birthday party. It's not like it's a sellout New Year's Eve event like tonight."
"We'll be fine Angel," I say feeling a bit chided by her remark.
"If you say so," she says and I grab hold of her shoulders forcing her to look at me.
"I do. I'm not worried about one night or some party. Just a few years ago this place was just a place now it's The Edgemont where everyone wants to vacation and celebrate the New Year. That's because of you and all your hard work."
"Shit, I gotta go Emily. I need to finish getting ready. Meet you in an hour at the underground bar for a quick drink before it all begins?"
"Yeah, Angel, that's fine. I'll meet you later."
She basically air kisses me as she flies off to our bedroom. I feel like a Miami housewife with those kisses.
And she kinda made me feel like shit. I know she didn't mean it but she has a way about her sometimes…
I'm pretty much ready and I'm thinking I'll need a head start on those drinks. But first, I need to check on Lily, even though she hates me right now, to make sure she can be ready on time for her brother Will to escort her to the party…
Well, here I am at the underground bar called Atlantis. There are circular windows behind the bar in the wall that also supports one side of the pool so you can see anyone who might swim by and they can see you. It's actually quite nice with the underwater lights and could be quite nice swimming by in search of someone to look their way. Hmm. I choose vodka on the rocks. I need it tonight because I kind of feel like I might get more attention from this drink then from Angel. Even in my short black sequined dress and heels making my legs long, sexy and hopefully attention getting, I'm sure she won't even notice since she didn't notice upstairs.
The bar is empty since all the activity is happening upstairs until I feel the presence of someone near, someone who makes my pulse race, someone I shouldn't be thinking about…
Maya POV
She's leaning over the bar as if she wants me to look at her. And believe me I do.
"Well, well, well look who's drowning her New Year in, I'm guessing, vodka on the rocks?"
She straightens up swiveling her hips with her glass raised, "Join me?" she asks flipping her radiant dark highlighted hair over her shoulder.
"Sure."
"Another please. Make it two," she calls to the bartender.
"Don't you think you should slow down?" I ask while taking in every last detail of her.
"I'm fine. It's only my second mom," she smiles at her emphasis on that last word and I think she just eye sexed me savoring the long V-neck of my dress.
"Mom, that's funny, mom," I smile but she doesn't.
Her expression reveals she wishes she never started, "Can we not do that? I'm not your mom or anyone's mom especially Lily."
"Uh oh. What did she do?" I take my place at the bar next to her, we sit and we sip as she tells me what happened.
"She hates me. I don't know how to change that."
"She'll get over it."
"Will she? Because she wants Justin Bieber or Beyonce to play at her fifteenth birthday party…Her fifteenth!"
I let out a howling laugh!
"Are you shitting me? That's hilarious!"
Emily starts to laugh too. She's relaxing. I like it.
"No, I'm not. It's not like it's her sixteenth birthday but regardless she's not getting anyone close to that to perform for her. But honestly I think she really expects it."
"That's Angel for ya."
"What do you mean?"
"Lily's the baby. She didn't really know our father so Angel just tries to make up for it by giving in to her every whim no matter how outrageous it might be. And that's pretty damn outrageous."
We cheers to that, clicking glasses, keeping them against each other, lingering in the moment as our eyes just don't seem to want to look anywhere but at each other.
We keep our eyes locked as we bring our drinks to our lips, sipping and…
"Hey, sorry I'm late," she kisses Emily on the cheek.
Emily clears her throat, "It's fine Angel, Maya was keeping me company."
"Well good. I'm glad you too are finally coming around."
Maybe we're coming around a little too strongly. She's my mother's wife but it just doesn't feel that way.
"I better be going anyway. I have to make sure the girls got everything they asked for."
"Including your number Maya?" Angel insinuates in front of Emily that I'm a bit of a flirt and Emily appears to be…jealous?
"Nah, I don't do numbers," And I walk away making sure Emily is watching.
I purposefully look over my shoulder to see if she makes eye contact with me. And although Angel stands in her line of vision she makes the effort to look passed her at me not realizing I'm looking back at her. Emily's mouth falls agape as she smiles an embarrassed smile but doesn't look away.
I enter the elevator and face her. She's still looking right at me. I wink and she gets all flustered. The doors close and she's gone…
I'm supposed to meet the family at our table to watch the show but after seeing naked breasts and Emily all tight in her dress I'm feeling really horny. I need to get laid. Fuck the show. I need a release…
Emily POV
"So is everyone here?" Angel asks.
"Everyone but Maya is at the table."
"She'll be here. It's a family night to celebrate. She'll be here."
"I hope so," I say but I'm kind of worried about her. Should I go look for her? No, no, I can't, I won't. Angel is my wife and that's who I chose to be with as I struggle to get that dress and the person in it out of my head.
"Hey, there's Will and Lily, let's go join them."
"Sure Angel," she takes my hand so delicately, she's been rather delicate with me lately. And quite frankly tonight I want to fuck! I'm particularly horny tonight. I lick my lips thinking things I shouldn't be thinking.
Its eleven o'clock and still no sign of Maya. Where are you?"
Maya POV
I'm out on the balcony overlooking the beach when I hear a voice behind me, "Fact or fiction. Someone once told me that whatever you're doing at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve tells you what your whole year will be like."
"It's just eleven," I say to the beautiful blonde with ice blue eyes.
"It's New Year's somewhere," she looks at me as she descends the staircase. She takes off her shoes and walks along the sandy beach. So I do what any horny twenty something year old would do…I follow her.
I walk up behind her. I take her in my arms and I say, "Who are you?"
Her arms surround my neck, "The wrong woman."
"Now you tell me," I smile.
We kiss. My hand sneaks her dress up her thigh. I squat down helping her remove her panties. I rise up and we make out with wild abandon. I need to fuck, if only to distract me from my true desire…
We kiss with our tongues and her hand feels my wetness. My hand feels hers and we finger fuck each other not caring who might snap a pic or release a video on the internet but I think we're safe since everyone is inside getting ready to watch the ball drop. I lie on a cushioned chaise lounge and she straddles my leg fucking the shit out of my pussy. Slapping, and squishing and oozing with goodness. She's thrusting wildly, her hair covers her face hiding her identity I grab her covered breast squeezing and slap her bare ass. She fucks me so hard the cushion almost falls off the chair!
But when I close my eyes I see long dark hair, glistening caramel skin, that same naked body I saw on the penthouse balcony rubbing her pussy against me and I fuck even harder because I want it to be her so badly! I keep my eyes closed fulfilling my fantasy of not who I'm fucking but of who I want to be fucking...
And what she said to me just a short time ago rings true in my head; I seem to have a penchant for picking the wrong woman, probably because the right one has already been taken…
Emily POV
The show starts without Maya. Where is she? What is she doing? Who is she doing it with? Why do I care? I'm married. She can fuck whomever she wants. It's none of my business…
Still no Maya but our other guests have arrived at the table, including a gorgeous blonde with ice blue eyes on the arm of a mutual friend of ours. He's a shark, acquiring properties all across the Naples beachfront and the city itself. He comes from old money and likes it so much he has to make more money. He's an old friend of Angel's so I just put up with him and that must be his new wife, Alison.
Time for another drink…
Maya POV
I'm about to join our family at our table but I'm stunned to see the blonde I just fucked sitting there next to Angel! She knows our family! The man sitting next to her kisses her on the lips. And then it dawns on me like an "ah ha" moment. Oh my fuck! She's a DiLaurentis!
I watch from afar as my eyes drift from Alison to Emily. And I wonder what I've just done…
I stay in the background as the party goes on watching everyone celebrating and having a good time. And then like any other New Year, the clock strikes twelve and everyone has someone to kiss except me. Even my brother, Will gets a sweet kiss on the cheek from our little sister Lily. Angel kisses Emily a bit demurely but still on the passionate side. And Alison gives her husband a hug and a full kiss on the lips...
The party's over. Everyone has retreated to their rooms. Angel takes care of some business in her hotel office. Will drops Lily off at the penthouse suite and presumably retreats to his own suite. The place is full of confetti and I just can't look at it anymore so I decide to call it a night as well until I hear sounds of drunkenness...
"Mrs. St. Germain, can I get someone to help you to your suite?"
"How many times do I have to tell you, it's Emily, just Emily."
I need to take care of this quickly, "Hey, it's okay. I'll take her home."
She looks up from her chair as if she's going to smack me but then she sees who I am.
"Maya," her demeanor changes.
I help her up and she staggers a bit but she's okay. She is eventually able to stand on her own.
"Yep, it's me. Let me take you home."
"I'd like that," she slips her arm around mine walking all the way to the elevator.
"How in the hell did you end up by yourself?"
She just shrugs and says, "Maya?"
"Yeah."
We wait for the doors to open.
She looks up at me, "You look really nice tonight. I just wanted you to know that."
"Thank you," I brush the hair away from her face. "You look exquisite, as always."
The bell dings as the elevator arrives. The doors open and we step inside. I press the button for the penthouse floor and wait for the doors to close.
"What happened to you tonight?" she asks kind of slurry, looking a bit worried or is it annoyed?
"I didn't have a date like you and I just didn't want to be celebrating with myself."
"Maya, no one cares who you're with or not with. We just want you to be happy."
As the elevator ascends closer and closer to her floor, it suddenly jerks, and she ends up stumbling against the back wall with me falling towards her. We're close, very close. Her breathing has escalated. I cup my hand against her chin brushing my thumb over her lips. The sexual tension between us is almost unbearable. I look at her lips and then at her eyes. I'm sure she feels it too…
The elevator dings.
The moment is lost. I take a step back and wait for her to exit. I walk her to the door. She takes hold of its handle but before she keys it open she leans against it. I take a step closer.
"Thank you for walking me. I'm fine now."
"Are you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you did drink an awful lot tonight."
"It was New Year's Maya, I was celebrating."
"I guess."
"It's not like you were there to keep me honest."
"I had something to do."
"Or someone?"
"That's none of your business Emily unless…"
"Maya. I'm in love with Angel," she doesn't sound so convinced and she can tell I noticed by the look on my face. "I am Maya."
I take a half step closer; my lips are just a whisper away, "Who are you trying to convince Emily? Me or you…"
I do what I have to do. I walk away.
But before I disappear for the night I say, "Happy New Year Emily," giving her my signature wink leaving her flustered again.
The elevator doors close…
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To Be Continued…
I chose Alison because I always felt that if Alison faked her death then she could have easily faked Maya's death. They would end up comforting one another in more ways than they expected. So this was a natural choice for me.
Bianca has chemistry with whomever she's with on screen regardless of her age. Bianca could definitely pull off Sasha being attracted to her or anyone for that matter…
There will be lots of build up to look forward to…