Erika_traviesa

At the New Year’s dawn, Camila asked for a kiss. What looked like a drunken game ended with a vibrator and a confession kept for twenty years.

She always sat in the back, untouchable, until a kiss on the cheek cracked her armor. I never imagined the most reserved girl in class would end up trembling in my arms.

I never thought an avatar in a video game would make me want another woman again—or that desire would stay with me long after I turned off the console.

She smelled of clean skin and expensive perfume. My tongue moved before my mind did, and when she turned and looked at me, I knew there was no turning back.

We talked for weeks without sending each other a single photo, until she told me she wanted to be the first to do it to me, in person, in her bed.

The excuse was a Pilates app and her empty living room. What happened next wasn’t in any exercise program.

When she came over to me at the bar, I knew that woman was going to do whatever she wanted with me. And I wanted exactly that.

She had been sad for days since her boyfriend left her. I sat beside her on the sofa with no clear intention. But she rested her head on my shoulder and everything changed.

Her avatar sat down beside mine on that pixelated terrace, and something in her voice made me stay until five in the morning.

Ten years without seeing each other, and one champagne dinner was enough to bring everything between them to light. Some friendships hide something more.

She told me to put my hands on the wall and look at myself in the mirror. Outside, people were walking by. Inside, only her fingers moving under my skirt.