College

I thought it was just another night of studying until she turned her head, looked straight at me, and said the words that changed everything between us.

The night I missed the last bus in the rain, I learned that freedom had a price—and that this patient-handed man knew exactly how much I was willing to pay.

I passed by his desk, slipped him a note without anyone seeing, and went out to the courtyard to smoke. By the time he knocked on the door, I'd stopped thinking about what was right.

I looked up at the professor everyone feared, and my blood ran cold: it was the woman I’d masturbated with on camera for two years.

I met her in an English course and thought she was shy. That night, in the back seat, I discovered she was far bolder than she seemed.

I thought I was only going to delete those photos and return to my life. The moment Don Marcial opened the door, I knew I’d come for something very different—and that he knew it better than I did.

I arrived at his house in a skirt that was too short, with passing as my excuse. He never stopped looking at me, and I hadn’t come exactly to study.

I'd spent years pretending with my boyfriend. That night, across the bar, was the one man who truly knew what my body had been asking for.

From my balcony I could see her bed. That night I went out for air as usual, never imagining she’d turn on the light and strip in front of me.

I saw him fidgeting on a campus bench, waiting for someone, and my radar switched on. I never imagined that shy boy would make me lose track of the hours.

We both had partners, and we both knew it. Even so, I took off my sweater in the passenger seat and let him look at me the way he’d wanted to for weeks.

I had two options: stop everything and push her away from him, or give him free rein to take what I wanted most. I chose the worse one.

I was twenty-two and had a final project worth the entire course. What wasn’t in any plan was the offer that man made me on the way home.

He was old enough to be my son, but he looked at me like a man looks at a woman he wants to undress slowly. And I did nothing to correct the misunderstanding.

Every time she left that apartment, she swore it was the last time. And the next day she came back in the shortest skirt, ready to please him again.

The passenger seat was uncomfortable for him, so I offered to share the bed. I had no idea what would happen when he thought I was already asleep.

I only wanted to sweet-talk him into raising my grade, playing the pickpocket who distracts to steal. I never imagined how far my own bluff would take me.

I chose the town’s most coveted guy not because I loved him, but because I needed someone I could shape while my head was somewhere else.

She came upstairs with two containers and a smile that was far too sweet. He was twenty-two, had the whole weekend free, and an idea he knew he shouldn’t have had.

I knew Professor Aníbal watched my body every time I said goodbye. That afternoon I walked into his classroom ready to use that look to my advantage, whatever it took.