FaunoCan

Bored in front of the television and alone in a bed that was too large, she closed her eyes and let her hand do what she hadn’t allowed herself to do for two years.

When the sun began to sink, neither woman needed words to lead: a single glance was enough for every hand to know where it belonged.

Marcela looked at me through the rearview mirror with a smile that was nothing like a calm mother’s. I didn’t know that afternoon would change everything between us.

Tomás gave me a massage as a gift, but he didn’t tell me he’d be learning to give it alongside the masseuse. What happened in that room surpassed anything we’d fantasized about.

No one knew why I always parked on the same deserted stretch. That afternoon, a runner turned his head toward my window and realized everything.

I only meant to rest on the table for a while. I never imagined I’d end up with my hand inside my clothes, biting my lip so no one in the hallway could hear me.

I had never touched myself. But that night, with the phone screen lighting my face, my fingers went down on their own and I didn’t want them to stop.

The hiss was coming from my parents’ room, and when I looked into the darkness I couldn’t move. Then my sister appeared at the other end of the hall.

She expected one toy. Inside the box was an entire collection, and Lucía knew that afternoon, alone in the apartment, no one would interrupt her.

I knew no one could see me in that dark storeroom. Only the naked mannequin in the corner witnessed what I did while thinking of her, the seamstress in the shortest skirt.