Bisexual

There were five of us and only one of him, but none of us left that house without screaming his name at least twice that hot weekend.

I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.

She trusted her blindly, which is why she didn’t ask where they were going when the car left the highway and headed for the coast with the professor in the back seat.

She came to buy my book and sat on my lap with her back to me. “Read it slowly, out loud,” I asked, as my fingers began moving down her belly.

One look in the supermarket was enough for me to drop my bags and follow her upstairs. I didn’t know her name, but I already wanted her.

Every time Noa looked away, Marina watched her in silence, convincing herself that staring at her best friend’s legs meant nothing.

She agreed to follow her in the car without really knowing why. She only knew that, while driving behind her, something inside her body was stirring to life.

I didn’t know anyone at that girls’ dinner, until she walked through the door and our eyes got stuck on each other over the plates.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the action and saw her leaning in the doorway, one hand inside her shorts. She wasn’t angry. She was looking at me.

For months we’d had breakfast together after dropping the kids off. That morning she seemed different, and what she texted me changed everything between us.

Since I was fifteen, I’d kept quiet about how badly I wanted to kiss her. Now, sitting across from me with that same smile, I wasn’t going to let the chance slip away again.

I’d gone three months without her hands, without her mouth, without her tits on mine. That night I poured a glass of wine, stripped naked, and decided pleasure didn’t have to wait for her return.

Renata was spreading tanning lotion over my breasts when she asked me whether I’d ever had a lover. I blushed like a little girl. I said no.

That night I learned that giving her over completely meant renouncing my own virility while he took her over my face.

When I went downstairs naked for a coffee at midnight, I didn’t expect to find her in the kitchen, in a nightgown, with a confession that would change everything between us.

When she came out to the garage dressed like that, I knew I’d lose the bet. What I couldn’t imagine was how far that summer would go with her and her mother.

She was naked doing yoga in front of the camper, oblivious to everything. When she opened her eyes and held out her hand, I knew we wouldn’t be going home the same that morning.

We arrived at the club after midnight, not quite sure what we were looking for. We found out when Mara came out of the water, looked at the two of us, and smiled as if she already knew us.

When Lucía took off her bikini in front of me in their room, I realized that weekend at the beach was no longer going to be about sunbathing.

I walked through the curtain convinced I was looking for a man. The hand that took mine in the darkness was soft, perfumed, and wouldn’t let go until everything changed.