What My First Love Did at My Friend’s House
We had been each other’s first love. Ten years later she returned to the village, and I still didn’t know that night I’d learn to hate my best friend’s easy smile.
We had been each other’s first love. Ten years later she returned to the village, and I still didn’t know that night I’d learn to hate my best friend’s easy smile.
Bruno’s curiosity awakened something in me I could no longer control: I wanted my trainer to touch me for real, not just in my words.
I opened the door half-dressed, my hair a mess and the bed still warm. He looked at the basket of my lingerie before he looked at me, and I didn’t bother to cover myself up.
We sat there like any two friends, but we both knew why we’d come. When the door closed, neither of us dared take the first step.
She humiliated me over a video call and I went out drinking until I collapsed. At the bar, two tall men held my arm and offered me a quieter place.
I went trembling into that dark apartment to wait for a man I had never seen. What happened that afternoon marked me for the rest of my life.
I went upstairs with a glass of cold water and found him naked on the ladder. I cleared my throat to let him know I was there, but he turned slowly.
“It’s only a handjob,” he promised her. But her husband was coming home that very night and the two of them were still tangled in the sheets, unable and unwilling to stop.
I walked out of that meeting with my blood boiling. That night I didn’t want to play soft: I wanted to destroy the two boys waiting for me on their knees on the mattress.
The key fell into the water and the back door jammed. Trapped in a square meter, cuffed and half naked, we discovered something neither of us had imagined.
When I opened the door at ten in the morning, I had no idea a favor with an iPhone would end with him moaning on his back in my bed.
When the referee blew the final whistle, I knew there was no turning back: I’d have to pay up on the bet in front of my friend, right at the bar.
I innocently asked whether I’d been her best lover. Her laugh was the first sign I shouldn’t have opened my mouth that night.
A bet, alcohol, and years of friendship. That night, Adrián and Marcos discovered that some limits aren’t where you think they are.
When Rodrigo arrived with “him,” it took me several minutes to understand that that perfect body and those hips belonged to a man. That night everything changed.