Emergency

ERIC:

It’s thanks to what I’ve learned—how to fold my dick into a tight panty whenever I am in a gown, that Leonard didn’t notice my bulge while I was pleasuring him. Grace kept me composed in front of him, listening to his slow request to cook for his coming guest. Pretence made me smile, nod, and play the obedient woman. 

The minute he let me go, I bolted… not to the kitchen, but into my room.

Door locked. Straight to the bathroom, stripping like a madman. In a flash, my gown and all the fake, attached feminine parts were on the cold tile…freeing my erection. I dropped onto the toilet lid, body stretched, legs spread, hand wrapped tight around my cock.

I pumped hard, my palm over my mouth to choke back my moans. 

Images of Leonard’s hard dick came into clear view, filling my head. His length in my mouth. The weight of his grip in my wig. His passionate eyes on me. His firm thrusts, his moans…

“Mmm…” The sound broke out of me, my thighs twitching.

…his muscles, his sweats, his scent, his…oh god!

“Fvck!”

My sperm shot out in thick ropes, moving a distance before splattering the floor.

*************

I was standing in the kitchen, Leonard beside me, waiting for my review of his groceries. Everything he bought was terrible—yellow cucumbers, green bananas as plantain, soft carrots, shrivelled broccoli—but how do you tell a grown man he just paid top dollar for trash?

It’s been hours. I have made us lunch. Eaten. And here I am, with my kitchen assistant, about to make dinner.

“Do your guests have any allergies?” I asked.

“Bernard is only allergic to women,” he said, amusingly. “Not sure about his partner. He could also be like him.”

I froze.

“Are the apples bad?” he asked, noticing my still hands.

“They…will…serve,” I said, forcing a smile. “Your friend Bernard…he seems interesting.”

“And lucky. He found the love of his life the same day he came back from the States.”

The two apples rolled from my hands to the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked, turning my pale face to him.

My phone rang. I jumped into his chest like a spooked cat.

“It is your ringtone,” he murmured, steadying me “You sure you’re okay?”

I reached for my phone.

“I…will take this.”

He nodded, but when I zoomed upstairs instead of taking the call in his presence, his eyes dazed.

“Lucas?” I whispered into the phone, trembling.

“What the hell are you doing. Get out. Now.”

When I say Lucas knows everything, I mean it. He knows about Bernard. How and when we meant. The trip with him.

Well, I didn’t tell him I was coming to Leonard’s. He would have objected and tried to stop me. But he sees everything now, too. Erica might be out of the house, but Lucas is already addicted to looking at his laptop…at Leonard’s house. He sure saw what happened with Leonard earlier.

“I can’t,” I said. “I need to make the meal.”

“Is that important right now? Are you stupid?”

“Yes…” I murmured. “And scared.”

“That’s why you should leave! Bernard can’t see you.”

"He might not recognize me. He knows Erica, but never said that I look like her."

“Eric!”

Except if Bernard’s eyes are sharper than his mouth, he wouldn’t recognise me. Maybe.

“Don’t do this,” Lucas’s voice came softer.

“I can’t leave Leonard. He asked me to help entertain his guests.”

“Same dinner you were supposed to be a guest…” Lucas reminded angrily. “Come on, Eric.”

I cancelled the appointment with Bernard. Minutes after Leonard went shopping, I called him. Told him I was down with the flu, but had promised we would see his friends when I was better.

“It might not be the Bernard.” I wished.

“Yet you are sweating.”

Even the air smells him. I can feel it in my bones. The man who found his love the moment he returned is Bernard. The love he found is me. And the friends he wishes to introduce me to are Leonard and someone I might also meet tonight.

“I will stay,” I murmured.

“So you would proudly sit across from two friends you’ve fvcked.”

“Lucas, don’t…”

“You are so messed up!”

The line dropped.

Messed up? I am also chaotic. I could walk away now, forget Bernard, Leonard, even my damn existence, but fulfilling Leonard’s request is more dear to me.

“Hey,” Leonard stepped forward as I descended the stairs. “Is something wrong?”

“I am fine. I'd better start cooking.”

“Lucia,” he drew me back. “You may not. It isn’t mandatory.”

“Have a better thing to offer your guests?”

“My presence…” he bragged a little, and I gave him a warm smile as he wanted.

“They will be here soon,” I said lowly. “Still want to assist?”

“Put me to work.”

**************

Leonard opened the door to Bernard while I stood at a corner in the kitchen, wishing for a miracle.

It was easier to decide to stay than to go through with it. Hearing Bernard’s voice in the doorway opened my pores… made me want to vanish.

“Why are you alone?” Leonard asked.

“He got the flu, man. The trip had my love in distress,” Bernard said sadly. “But, no regrets…Show me your Lucia.”

I didn’t turn, but I felt Leonard’s eye on me, and I knew it was time.

Help me, God!

I started towards them. Every step felt like walking a plank. While Leonard was smiling. I was sweating. Bernard was struck; his gaze sharpened, and I swear, my pee dropped to my underwear.

“Hello,” I said, leaning forward slightly—unsure if I should offer my hand or a cheek kiss.

“Leo,” he said, his eyes were still on me. “The universe would never cease to amaze me.”

Leonard looked from me to his friend. “Do you know each other?”

“No…” I snapped.

Bernard didn’t answer. He reached into his pocket for his phone. “You both need to see this,” he said.

I turned blue. I knew what was on that phone. And if he showed Leonard a picture or video of us, I would be done for.

I can’t let that happen. So I stumbled into him, knocking his phone to the floor, stepping on it. My fake-faint act was sloppy, but it worked.

Leonard believed it at least.

“Lucia,” he caught me, pressing me to his chest. “It’s time I take you to the hospital?”

“I’m fine.”

“Your hands are cold.”

They are. I’m freezing. But it is from my own nerves and panic.

“I’m fine,” I assured him, turning to Bernard. “That was a terrible welcome. Forgive me.”

He smiled thinly, bending over his phone. “Nothing to worry about.”

Leonard guided me to the couch, sat beside me…and Bernard, sitting across us, couldn’t stop staring at me.

“You should take a blink,” Leonard said to him, clearly bothered by his stares.

“This might sound crazy,” he said, “but you are the female version of my man.”

I froze on Leonard’s body. How did I ever think a successful man like Bernard would be stupid not to catch the resemblance? Because he is carefree and light-minded?

“That makes the three of them,” Leonard teased.

“Not Erica,” Bernard shook his head seriously. “Her. She is exactly like my Eric.”

Leonard looked at me, then at him. “His name is Eric? You never mentioned it.”

Bernard chuckled, eyes still fixed on me. “I feel so weird looking at you right now.”

“Stop looking,” Leonard warned nonchalantly. “It is becoming creepy.”

Bernard raised his hands. “Sorry. I’m just stunned.”

“How about dinner?” Leonard suggested.

“The rudeness, but can I decline?”

“You don’t want to miss it. It would be the best thing you’ve tasted.” Leonard said, squeezing my arm.

“Now you’ve stirred my appetite. I love all the best things.”

Dinner went well. Bernard tried to enjoy the food, but my presence didn’t let him. I didn’t either. When he finally left, I quickly washed the dishes and posed to escape.

“Why are you leaving?” Leonard asked, shocked.

“I’ve something to attend to.”

“Lucia, you’ve been tense all night. If something is wrong, I can help.”

“I am fine. But I need to go.”

“Can I stop you?”

“I… am sorry. It is an emergency.”

“Then let me take you home…You have one right?”

“No,” I blurted out. “I mean, yes… I have a home. But you can’t take me.”

He went silent, staring, searching, hoping to see whatever it was that I was hiding.

“When will I see you again?” he finally asked, and my heart broke.

Because honestly, after Bernard, Lucas’s words…I knew I could never exist between two best friends I have fvcked.