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I got to the pool early in a bikini that left little to the imagination. I wanted to know if the girl with the flirty smile would dare to go further.

I’d been buying her chocolates and roses for months without knowing what to expect. That afternoon, in the taxi home from work, she leaned into my ear and everything changed.

When she went into the bathroom, I didn’t expect her to kneel between my legs, or for her tongue to decide for me what I’d been avoiding asking for years.

Lorena had a reputation for liking women. I never paid it any mind until that spring morning when we ended up trapped together.

On December 23, while she cooked with her back to me, I changed in silence. When I said “oh, oh, oh,” she froze. The rest of the night was ours.

I was fifteen and didn’t know what I was seeing. Now, at twenty-two, every memory of those afternoons takes on an entirely different meaning.