I Sat Up Front with the Driver and Didn’t Regret It
I sat in the passenger seat just out of curiosity, but that night I learned some decisions are made without thinking too much.
I sat in the passenger seat just out of curiosity, but that night I learned some decisions are made without thinking too much.
When he stayed to practice a few poses, I could feel him looking at me. I hadn’t had a partner in months, and my body had decided for me long before my head did.
My heart was racing and my legs were tight. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to think; I only wanted him to keep going and finally discover what I’d imagined so many times.
For eons I knew only the silence of the void. Until I hooked a signal in a blue world and, without asking permission, slipped into the body of a woman on fire.
My sister was abroad and I had to attend in her place. When my nephew demanded his gift in front of his friends, I knew I wouldn’t go home the same.
Everyone at the university knew what I was like, and the guard at the gate only needed a smile to understand that that afternoon, after cleaning up, I wouldn’t be leaving so fast.
Every so often I’d type her name to see if I could find her. She never showed up. Until that morning, when the first result was her, exact, unmistakable.
We had exchanged hundreds of photos, but nothing had ever happened in person. Until that March afternoon when I picked her up and she already had a plan.
My wife went out with her “friends,” and I went to Mauricio’s. One camera, two couples, and the question of who would be the better slut that night.
Martín listened in silence while I told him what had happened with my mother’s husband. That night I didn’t sleep, thinking about doing it.
There was something in her eyes when she turned around that should have worried me. It wasn’t the anger of an irritated neighbor. It was a promise.
I wasn’t sleepy. He came up behind me, kissed my neck, and put his hands where I couldn’t allow myself to moan. The bedroom door was still closed.
She came out of the bathroom wearing a white blazer with nothing underneath and a red pacifier between her lips. That night I knew Camila hadn’t come to please me: she’d come to have fun.
It was only a rehab exercise, but when Sofía pressed her hips against my legs and pulled my arms, I knew something was going to go wrong.
I walked barefoot down the hallway and rested my forehead against the bedroom door. I knew he’d come after me. And I knew exactly what he was going to do to me there.