Equal Passion

Elio was confused as he arrived at his friend Wyett’s house in Makati. Wyett had told him there was a surprise waiting for him there that he would definitely like. When he knocked on the front door of the large bungalow, he was shocked by who opened it. A woman wearing a sexy outfit. Not just a dangerously short, sexy outfit, but a nurse’s uniform, complete with the cap on her head.

“Hi, you must be Elio, the guy with a broken heart,” she said flirtatiously, pulling him inside the house by his collar.

Another woman in the living room came to greet him. She was also wearing a white outfit—the kind of white lab coat worn by doctors—but underneath, she was only wearing a black bra and panties.

“W-what the fuck?!” Elio mumbled. “W-where’s Wyett?” he stammered in panic at the two women who had started rubbing their bodies against him.

“In his room,” the woman in the doctor's outfit answered seductively, caressing his chest. “Someone is already working on him. He’s on… fire.”

Elio’s eyes went wide when the nurse licked his neck. “Where do you want us to treat you, lover boy? Here in the living room or in one of the spare bedrooms?”

“T-treat?” His panic grew. But he couldn’t deny that he was getting aroused by what the two women were doing to him. Why, these women were so hot!

The ‘doctor’ was already rubbing the space between his thighs. “Uhm, wow. Big boy,” she giggled, grabbing his cock that was already starting to get hard.

“W-w-wait!” Elio panted, desperately trying to pull away from the two women seducing him.

Son of a bitch, Wyett Paman! he cursed inwardly. He knew exactly what was going on. This had to do with the conversation he and his friend had just the other day...

“We broke up,” Elio informed his friend Wyett when he asked about his love life.

The Vibe Quezon City Branch 2, where he was the branch manager, was already closed. His friend and business partner, Wyett, who managed their main branch in Makati, was having drinks with him. Wyett had dropped by before heading home and invited him for a drink. So here they were in the closed bar, drinking brandy.

The Vibe was a decent, upscale, and popular music-cum-sports bar, constantly packed, especially on weekend nights when there were celebrity music performers. The five of them from college originally built it, and they had gradually expanded after taking on two more partners. They were currently expanding the two branches in Quezon City to accommodate private gatherings. They were also building a branch in Baguio City and already planning another one in Marikina.

“Ah, were you and Aubrey even officially together?” Wyett teased. “I barely even noticed.”

He shot him a sharp look. “Go ahead, keep mocking me, you asshole.”

“What?” the other played innocent. “It’s just that she never acted like your girlfriend. It felt like you were the only one acting like you were actually in a relationship.”

He had been in a relationship with Aubrey for almost two years. They were from the same hometown in Laguna and were high school schoolmates. They were also part of the same large friend group. When she moved to Manila after finding a job at a marketing firm, they had grown close. They started dating and eventually got into a relationship. Everything was going smoothly, or so he thought.

“She was always picking fights with you. She always stood you up on your dates, and she even forgot your last birthday, didn’t she?” Wyett reminded him. “Come on, bro, stop wasting your regrets on her. Let me just set you up with another date.”

Elio frowned. “No, thank you. I don’t like your type of woman.”

He knew Wyett constantly rotated his dates. Dating the same woman for a week was already a long time for him.

His friend laughed. “What’s wrong with my girls? Too liberated for you?”

“I can handle liberated girls, Wyett. It’s just that some—or shall I say most of your girls are… I don’t even know what to call them!”

He once caught Wyett at his house with a woman dressed in a police costume. A policewoman in a dangerously short blue uniform and heels that were probably seven inches high. His friend had claimed they were just role-playing.

“Ouch!” Wyett exclaimed exaggeratedly. “What can I say? I dig girls who can handle wild sex.”

“Kinky sex, you mean,” he corrected.

“What’s wrong with being kinky? Well, I like exploring sex to enjoy myself. I’m adventurous; what’s wrong with that?” Then he teased, “You were probably boring in bed; that’s why Aubrey left you.”

Him? Boring in sex? He refused to believe that. Oh, hell, no. Maybe not as wild as his perverted friend here, but he could confidently say that he knew how to please women in bed. No woman had ever left his bed unsatisfied.

“Whatever, Wyett,” he simply said, shaking his head. He didn’t want to talk about his sex life.

“Get a date and get laid, problem solved.”

“One more word about sex and I’ll roll you right out of this bar,” Elio threatened.

Wyett laughed out loud. “What? I’m just trying to help grease up your equipment so it doesn’t get rusty,” he teased back.

“Dude, you are so fucking perverted!” Elio snapped, his eyes wide. “You should grease up your brain instead; you might have nothing but rust in there.”

“At least I have a sex life. A hot, exciting sex life,” he boasted. “Don’t tell me you’re taking a self-imposed vow of celibacy now that you don’t have a girlfriend. What a waste of your charm, bro! Lots of women want a taste of that. Share your blessing.”

Elio just shook his head and quickly downed the rest of his drink. This friend of his was truly hopeless to talk to, as always.

“Wyett!” Elio shouted at the top of his lungs when the two women still wouldn’t let him go. He didn’t want to use physical force on them because they might get hurt; with his strength, he could easily throw them across the room.

He had been on a sex diet for a month, and he was honestly tempted to indulge the women slowly undressing in front of him.

A threesome, why not? He could probably handle the doctor and the nurse at the same time. He could position them side by side on all fours in front of him. He could fuck them alternately. He could pump his cock into the nurse’s pussy while fingering the doctor’s. Then switch. He’d let them orgasm first before he finished in either of their mouths. Or maybe finish himself off with their hands and give them both a facial; he could shoot his load onto their pretty faces—

Holy shit. Did he just think of that? For the love of God, that was porn, man. Porn!

“Son of a bitch. Wyett!” Elio shouted for help again.

It was then that his friend finally emerged from his room. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a fireman’s hat on his head.

“What?” he asked, laughing.

“Make them stop, please,” he said, glaring daggers at him.

“Do you really want them to stop?” Wyett teased.

Elio gritted his teeth. Call him an old-fashioned bastard, but he never really wanted to have sex with women he didn’t actually know. He wasn’t even into one-night stands. He needed to date a woman for a long time before they ended up in bed. And he didn’t constantly jump from one date to another, either. He could count on his fingers the women he had dated in his twenty-seven years of existence. Aubrey was the only one among them who became his girlfriend because he had genuinely fallen in love with her. He was intensely loyal when he loved, which was why he endured being with Aubrey for so long, even when he felt like she was taking him for granted. He wasn’t a demanding type of boyfriend. So why exactly did Aubrey break up with him?!

Shit. Maybe he should stop thinking about her. He was making himself too miserable, and here was his idiot friend trying to give him a distraction.

“I’m sorry, ladies.” Elio apologized to the two women. “C’mon, you gotta stop now,” he pleaded.

Both of them frowned in unison, dismayed by his rejection.

“You’re both hot and beautiful, and believe me, it’s very, very tempting to have fun with you both. But…” He shook his head.

Wyett laughed. “It’s because he’s an old-fashioned guy, straight out of Padre Damaso’s era. He probably still thinks the missionary position is the only thing allowed in sex nowadays!” he taunted.

“Fuck you,” he cursed back. He turned to the two women again, taking one last brief look at their mouthwatering bodies. He’d admit he felt a pang of regret. “I’m just not ready for this; hope you understand,” he said to them with a smile. “It’s not you, it’s me,” he added jokingly.

“Ugh, fine,” the nurse said, but she wrapped her arms around his neck anyway. “Just give us a kiss then,” she whined. “Come on, please…”

“Yeah,” the doctor chimed in. “Give us a kiss; your lips look delicious. At least give us a taste of that.”

He chuckled softly and indulged the two women. He kissed them on the mouth alternately—the breathtaking kind of kiss that was his absolute expertise. And, yes. He used his tongue and explored their pretty mouths. Since their heavy breasts were already exposed, he grabbed and fondled them too. Yeah, why not? He loved big boobs.

Wyett whistled, highly entertained by the show.

The two women continuously moaned and groaned, thoroughly enjoying Elio’s aggressive assault on their mouths and breasts. He let his tongue fuck their horny mouths. Fucked them real good.

The two women were panting heavily by the time he finally released them.

“Oh. My. God. I think I just came,” the nurse gasped, her face and neck flushed red as if she were struggling to breathe.

The doctor laughed. “That was one hell of a kiss, Elio. Gosh, I’m soaking wet.”

Elio raised both his hands in surrender. “So, can I leave now?”

The two women stomped their feet in a tantrum, still trying to pull him back. They demanded he finish what he started. But he stood firm on his refusal.

“Leave him alone, ladies. I’ll be the one to pleasure you instead,” Wyett intervened, reprimanding them. “I’m assuring you all, you’ll be weak in the knees before you even leave this house.”

Elio smacked his friend on the back of the head before hastily escaping the house.

“You guys broke up?” Priss’s sister, Tori, asked after she recounted what had happened between her and the last guy she dated.

“When were we ever official? He was just my date, Tori,” she corrected.

Phil was her third steady date, and he had lasted the longest—two months. The first one only lasted a week; the second, almost a month. And all of them broke up with her. They said she was the problem. They claimed she was a nagger, a complainer, and too loudmouthed. Well, what could she do? She was blunt and straightforward. She hated beating around the bush, and if there was something she didn’t like, she’d say it directly. She was just being authentic.

“Just go on a date with someone else,” her younger sister suggested while arranging flowers on the counter of Petals, the flower shop founded by their late mother and now managed by her and Tori. “You’re outgoing, so it won’t be hard for you to find a new guy.” The floral arrangement was actually already finished by one of their skilled employees and ready for pick-up, but Tori was still tinkering with it.

“I don’t want to anymore,” she replied with a deep scowl. “I can’t seem to do anything to please those sons of bitches. All of them are just so demanding!”

“Are they demanding, or do you just not know how to compromise?”

“Hey, Viktoria. I’m not like the heroines in those romance books you read, okay? I’m not a passive or submissive type of woman. What can I do?”

She laughed. “You’re generalizing! Not all female leads in romance stories are like that. A lot of them are feisty, too, you know.”

“But not like me. I’m not heroine material.”

Tori playfully pulled her hair. “It’s because you have a bad attitude. You’re cut out to be the villainess.”

“You would have been dead a long time ago if I truly had a bad attitude.”

The two sisters had drastically different personalities. Tori was quiet, shy, and a loner. She was a kind and obedient daughter. Priss was the exact opposite of all that.

“You always picked fights with me, especially when we were kids,” Tori reminded her.

“That’s because you were too dramatic back then,” she reasoned. “And whenever you cried, gentle coaxing didn’t work on you, I had to completely threaten you just to get you to shut up.”

Priss sighed as she recalled everything she and her sister had been through over the past ten years. She was nineteen, and Tori was seventeen when their parents separated. Two years later, their mother died in her sleep. The hospital they rushed her to said it was natural causes. Their father, whom she never really got along with, met a Filipino-American citizen, got petitioned to move to the United States, and married her there. He had no intention of taking her and Tori with him.

She didn’t want to live abroad anyway, so it was perfectly fine that their father didn’t take them. Ramon’s excuse was that she and Tori were already adults. But she knew it had everything to do with the massive fight they had because he wanted to sell Petals, and she fiercely refused. Their mother had put the flower shop under her and Tori’s names, giving them the rights to it, and she refused to let it go. She never understood her father’s logic. It was no wonder her parents couldn’t get along when her Mom, Eliza, was still alive. Everyone said she took exactly after her mother.

“There’s bound to be a guy out there who will get along with you,” Tori said, trying to encourage her.

Priss rested her chin on the counter. “I don’t know; I have a lot of guy friends, and I feel like they can handle my personality just fine.”

Could they really handle her attitude? Truthfully, she wasn’t particularly close to anyone in her friend group except Gracie. At the last christening she and her friends attended, she got into a heated argument with one of them—Dino. They were eating, and he was telling all sorts of disgusting stories at the dining table. She got annoyed and told him to stop. He snapped back, calling her too nosy. They ended up screaming at each other. If their friends hadn’t pulled them apart, they might have started smashing plates over each other’s heads right then and there.

Ugh, men!

“It’s different when you’re dating. Of course, that’s on another level. It requires a different level of companionship,” Tori noted. “Oh, by the way, I think Saul has a crush on you.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Saul? Why would you say that?”

Tori was referring to Saul Coronel, a regular customer at Petals. He bought flowers two to three times a week.

“Because he’s always trying to talk to you,” Tori answered.

“How could he not talk to me when you’re always ignoring him? And you can clearly see he’s always buying flowers; who knows, he might be giving them to his girlfriend.”

“What a waste; he would have been a really promising prospect for you,” her sister giggled. “He’s handsome, and he seems genuinely nice, too.”

“Stop it with that prospect nonsense. You go find yourself a date. Don’t worry about me when it comes to these guys.” Priss sighed. “Men are so hard to please in a relationship,” she concluded. “And that was just dating, right? What if we were in a real relationship? That’s exactly why I don’t want to get involved romantically with men; it’s too much of a hassle. I don’t even know why I let my friends pressure me into dating in the first place.”

“Oh, your friends are having a New Year’s party at Kuya Elio’s house, right?” Tori reminded her.

They had a huge circle of friends back in high school, and many of them even went to the same university in Laguna for college. To this day, their bond remains intact; they hung out frequently, even though some already had their own families. And for the first time, they had organized a party to ring in the New Year. It was going to be held at Elio Jalandoni’s house—a perfect venue because no one lived there anymore. Elio’s parents, who were highly successful former stockbrokers, were now based in Australia, and he had been living in Manila ever since he became a partner in the club business there.

“Do you want to come?” Priss asked her sister.

“But it’s just for your friend group.”

“You can’t celebrate New Year’s alone in the house.”

“That’s fine, you know? Then there just won’t be a celebration. It’s a waste of all the food we prepare during holidays anyway, since it’s only the two of us celebrating. I’ll just sleep.”

She didn’t push it. She knew Tori despised large gatherings, especially loud ones.