College

When I asked what truly turned her on, she straddled me and began to tell me about a night she’d never confessed to anyone.

I only wanted to sleep off the booze. But when the door opened and the three of them came in, I decided to keep my eyes closed and see how far they’d dare go.

We were seeing each other again a year after that trip, and this time Marina brought a guest who had no idea what we were going to do in that house by the lake.

Lucía put the tequila bottle in the center of the rug and smiled: whoever failed the dare drank. None of us imagined how far we were willing to go that night.

I’d gone a week without hearing from him when he waited for me after class, took me to a secluded corner, and let three strangers watch everything.

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

We got turned on in class and couldn’t wait until we got home. The vacant lot behind the college was the first of many places where we shouldn’t have touched each other.

She thought I was still asleep while she touched herself on the floor beside my bed. I didn’t move. I didn’t want her to stop, not yet.

I went into the bar bathroom looking for a moment of calm and found her there, eyes closed and legs open, with no intention of stopping when she saw me.

They shared the same class three days a week and stole glances at each other. Until one of them decided she was done pretending nothing was happening.

I followed her on social media to get revenge on my ex, but ended up wanting her instead. Months later I saw her in the crowd and knew I wouldn't let her go.

I felt her hand slide up my thigh in the packed subway, and even though I couldn’t move an inch, I didn’t want her to stop.

A photograph pinned to the studio wall was enough to make the professor understand he could never look at her like a student again.

I had buried it under years of exams and routine, but all it took was hearing him say my name from across the bar for my body to remember what my mind wanted to forget.

That night, hidden in the shadow of the hallway, my husband understood that offering me to another man had a price: watching someone else give me what he no longer knew how to give.

I always avoided him because he was so quiet and weird. Then a shove on the subway made me discover what he was hiding under those huge clothes, and I couldn't think about anything else.

I went upstairs to see why the girl in the back room was screaming. I never imagined she’d drop the towel and ask me to look, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I put on the shortest skirt I had, and when that college guy rested his hand on my thigh, I knew the trip was going to be a lot longer than the ticket said.

She had hated him for years, but when she saw him sitting in that café, all she felt was heat between her legs and a desire she thought buried forever.

I thought I was the most disciplined man in the faculty. Then she leaned against the empty classroom door and made it clear she knew everything I was hiding.