Eric's Weekend; Part 1

Eric stopped outside of the building and bounced on his toes, shrugging his shoulders as he hyped himself up a little. Things had been going well with Lucy right up until they weren’t, and then it had gotten kind of weird. But he was fairly certain that he’d smoothed things over.

The thing was, she was like… really hot. He’d never had a thing for Asian girls before, but she was definitely smokin’ hot, and even if she was kind of crazy he could still try and set up something for the rest of the summer. He’d even talked with some of the Red Pill podcasters he’d met during the whole podcast tour about it, and they’d encouraged him to just show her who was boss. Not through physical **** or anything - the Red Pill was about being a man and protecting women, not assaulting them or something like some people said. Just making sure she knew that he wasn’t going to put up with some of her shit, and she could either get on board for something good or go back to dating brokies or soy boys.

He’d considered following John’s advice and getting flowers, but that was a simp move and set a bad precedent that Lucy would expect him to keep following through on. He really worried for John; the guy seemed completely infatuated with Gemma, but the blonde Australian had to be playing him a little and using him for expensive dates and shit. She would leave at the end of the summer, and John would be heartbroken because he was falling for her.

So, instead of bearing flowers, Eric knocked on the door to the apartment Lucy shared with Gemma and their other roommates dressed to the nines. He looked good. His shirt was on point, and his hair nicely styled. He’d gotten his sports coat tailored like one of the guys had suggested he should. He felt on top of the world. He’d even bought a gold pinky accent ring to wear and it made him feel kind of like a Mafia boss.

The door opened, but it wasn’t Lucy. Instead, one of Lucy and Gemma’s older roommates had answered. Eric couldn’t remember her name but she was a sort of androgynous woman with really short hair and she wore mannish clothes.

“Well, well, well,” she said with a smirk. “The gentleman caller returns.”

“Hey,” Eric said. “Is Lucy ready to go?”

“Not sure,” the woman said. “Did you bring the dowry?”

“What?” Eric asked.

“The dowry for her hand, obviously,” the woman said, clearly thinking she was making a joke. “If you’re bringing her out without an escort, I assume you’re taking her hand in marriage?”

“What? No,” Eric said. “This is just a date. Can you get Lucy?”

The woman sighed and shook her head. “The other gentleman caller is a lot more fun to banter with,” she said.

“Lucy is seeing someone else?”

“No, Jesus,” the woman said. “I was talking about John. You know him and Gemma, right?”

“Oh,” Eric sighed in relief. “Yeah, we work together.”

“Well, you should take banter lessons from him,” the woman said as she opened the door wider and invited him into the apartment. “He’s a lot more fun than you are.”

“He also brings snacks sometimes,” the other older roommate said as she was walking by the front door. The one with the bright hair and the big tits that made him think of the hentai character. “You should think about bringing snacks.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” the first one said. “You can wait here, I’ll see if Lady Lucy is ready.”

Eric put his hands in his pockets and blew out a breath, waiting for a good ten minutes standing in the entryway of the apartment.

Finally, the loud clack-clack of heeled shoes on linoleum sounded, and Eric looked up to see Lucy come around the corner in a pretty lavender dress. Her dark black hair was pinned up, and she looked hot, but he was a little disappointed that her dress didn’t show any cleavage.

“Hey, hunk,” Lucy said as she smiled at him, then stepped forward and air-kissed with him. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” he said. “We better get moving, our reservation is soon. You were supposed to be ready when I got here.”

“Oh, you know how I need to pamper myself,” Lucy laughed. “Come on, let’s go.”

Eric opened the door, ushered her out into the hallway, and then walked down to the elevator. As they waited for it to arrive he looked over at her again. “Oh,” he said. “You, um, look hot.”

“Thanks,” she said with a smile.

“OK, hold on,” Gemma said, interrupting Eric’s story. “Ignoring the fact that you don’t know Becca or Charlotte’s names, and you think Charlotte looks like a hentai character-”

“Or that you think Gemma is going to break John’s heart,” Sabrine chipped in.

“-Don’t get me started on that,” Gemma continued. “But seriously, Eric? That is the best you’ve got for a compliment when you see a girl all dressed up to go out with you? ‘You look hot?’”

“Well, what should I say?” Eric scoffed. “I said the truth, she looked hot.”

“You could be a little more descriptive maybe. Or flowery,” Sabrina said. “At least use a better word. Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning. Something with more than five letters at minimum.”

“Fine, I’ll remember that for my next date,” Eric sighed. “Can I continue with the story or not?”

“Alright,” Gemma said. ‘You can continue.”

Eric turned to John. “Sorry about thinking you’re a simp,” he said.

“I really don’t care what you think I am with her,” you said. “Because I know we’re in love.”

Eric took a breath, getting ready to continue his story, and you glanced at Sabrina. She met your eyes and smiled, knowing that you were telling her that you loved her just as much. You just didn’t need Eric knowing that.

Breakthebar erotica is powered by Patreon, where OFG chapters are now releasing 5+ chapters ahead. PM if interested in making a Commission.