The Father of My Friend Was Waiting for Me in the Kitchen
I hated him for the way he stalked me, but that morning under the fridge light I discovered his gaze made me tremble for reasons I refused to admit.
I hated him for the way he stalked me, but that morning under the fridge light I discovered his gaze made me tremble for reasons I refused to admit.
I’d been married for seven years and had never looked at another man. Until my husband took my hand and confessed what he really wanted.
He stayed on my sofa for a couple of weeks, polite and distant, until one Sunday afternoon he dropped the line that woke everything we’d buried in those summers.
I’d sworn we were only going to watch. But when that stranger put his hand on Eduardo’s shoulder, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay still either.
When I felt his erection pressed against my ass, I knew I wasn’t going to move. And I knew, too, that at the next station, we were both getting off.
I only wanted to get home. But his honey-colored eyes and that half-smile of a boy who knows what he wants made me change course in the middle of the station.
I left the gym without showering, just as he’d asked. That afternoon I discovered that obeying another man could give me more pleasure than taking charge.
I came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, knowing my father was alone. That night I wanted to see how far he’d dare go without alcohol.
I climbed onto the chair in front of the mirror, legs in the air for the photos my girlfriend asked for. I didn’t expect him to walk in, or what came after.
For twelve years, no one had looked at her like that. Rodrigo was twenty, he came with a ladder and a smile, and all she wanted was for him to fix her roof.
I’d been telling him no for months. When I saw that phone in the display case, I knew exactly what I could offer him in exchange for it.
When that twenty-year-old boy appeared in my doorway for the second time, hands trembling and voice breaking, I knew the night was about to change.
He was around sixty and had a look that didn’t hide a thing. When he invited me to his place, I knew exactly what was going to happen.