Bisexual

We grew up together, studied together, and kept the same secret for years. The night we buried their parents, we finally said everything out loud.

We had been inviting him over after every dinner for months. This time we wanted more: two days locked away with him, no clock, no neighbors, no brakes.

I was twenty and thought I understood my desires—until my mother-in-law opened that album and showed me who she had been. That night I turned off the light and understood everything.

I lowered my phone, thinking we’d only chat, but what I saw in her bed that night completely changed what I thought I wanted.

When she came out of the shower and took off the scarf, I discovered Daniela was hiding something that was going to change our beach weekend completely.

Tomás came out of the shower naked and said why should he get dressed if we were going to strip him anyway. That night in the cabin, none of the four of us thought about sleeping.

That stormy night I came home soaked and opened the bedroom door without warning: what I saw on our bed changed my mind more than any accusation could.

When the lockdown ended, I had been holding back for too long. I went out determined to find what I needed, never imagining it would be three men at once.

I woke with one fixed idea between my legs and a name on my tongue. That morning, all of Pamplona smelled like sex to me, and I only wanted to find her.

We thought we were alone in the hidden cove, until I noticed those three wouldn’t take their eyes off us. And we didn’t mind looking back.

I’d been watching her out of the corner of my eye on the stairs for weeks. The afternoon I came home and found her on my sofa, I learned desire doesn’t care about labels.

We’d spent years summering together, seeing each other topless without thinking anything of it. Until that first day at the beach, when her hand slipped inside my bikini and everything changed.

I’d spent months hiding what I felt for her. Then she asked me for a kiss in front of her fiancé, not knowing it would spark something far more dangerous between us.

She arrived at the house on Saturday at noon, sat down across from us, and before speaking took a deep breath like someone about to leap into the void.

She had never imagined what it would be like to be with a woman. That afternoon, with her blouse half open, she stopped wondering.

We’d talked about swapping partners for weeks, but neither of us imagined that crossing that red-upholstered door would make us forget who belonged to whom.

When Lorena let her dress fall to the floor and stood naked in front of all four of us, I knew that night we weren’t going to set any limits.

I did my makeup, chose the tightest black dress, and went down to the restaurant knowing that night with the other couple wouldn’t end at the table.

I fell asleep in my underwear thinking how fun the party had been. Renata got under the sheets, and her hand didn’t seek my waist: it sought something else.

I turned off the garden lights with one button and, when the hot water was the only witness left, I untied her bikini string in front of the other couple.